The night breeze is slightly drunk, rolling a few summer cicadas, blowing a little cool.

The stars are shining, the night sky is gorgeous, and the blue bricks and red tiles are under the starlight. On the roof, the boy lay lazily on the ridge of the roof, his hands resting on the back of his head, a grass in his mouth, and his legs lazily reclined.

"This time I embarrassed my father again......"

Sighing softly, he muttered under his breath. In the afternoon in the practice room, although Chu Yang was in a painful coma, but his mind still retained a trace of lucidity, and the dialogue between Chu Bufan and his fellow Li Changqing was all dropped by him word for word, but after waking up, the young man chose to selectively forget again.

"He is my son, not a knife! At the Xuanting Meeting three months later, if Yanxia Villa falls out of the top 100 major forces in the Corner of the Sky, I, Chu Bufan, take the initiative to resign as the owner of the village and leave Yanxia Villa with Yang'er, I think even the ancestor should forgive a father for being selfish for his son!"

Thinking of Chu Bufan's loud words in the practice room at the end, Chu Yang's face flashed with an indescribable warmth, of course, more guilt, deep guilt, subconsciously chewed the grass in his mouth slightly, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a touch of bitterness.

"A knife ......"

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and suddenly the curvature of the silk suddenly stiffened somewhere, and his whole person fell into some kind of thought.

From the moment he was born, Chu Yang began to suffer from the destruction of the twenty-four sword souls, and the sword souls in Chu Yang's body would riot every once in a while, at the beginning, those sword souls were very weak, and Chu Bufan and the elders of Yanxia Villa could easily suppress them, but as time went by, the older Chu Yang became, the more powerful the sword soul in his body became, and gradually Chu Bufan and the other elders who were with Yanxia Villa could no longer suppress it by themselves, so they had to use the magic weapon Pan Mirror left by the ancestor of Yanxia Villa.

However, after all, this is a way to quench thirst with wine, after all, it can't be done once and for all, the twenty-four sword souls in Chu Yang's body are now growing at a very terrifying rate, but I am afraid that it won't take much time, and the pan mirror is afraid that it will no longer be able to suppress the twenty-four sword souls! At that time, Chu Yang will also follow the ancient path of his predecessors, born and died because of the knife.

In the past sixteen years, the young man has dreamed of one hundred and eight times, but he has been disappointed one hundred and eight times, he originally thought that it was the ancestor's Heavenly Xuan Treasure Book, which could suppress the sword soul in his body, but he didn't expect to get another disappointment in exchange.

"Grass, why do I try so hard to live, but sixteen years later, I still have to face death?! What did I do wrong? Why did Lao Tzu change this strange disease when he was born and was destined to die?! This is fucking unfair!" the young man's face was full of hysterical vents.

Although in the past sixteen years, Chu Yang has been ready to die at any time, but when this day is really coming, Chu Yang still has some unpleasant feelings in his heart, he is only sixteen years old, and his life is about to end before it begins, and he has too many regrets.

When Chu Yang's mood was a little dull, a crisp footsteps sounded slowly in his ears, his eyes were slightly raised, he turned his head to look, only to see Chu Bufan walking towards him in the moonlight, Chu Yang hurriedly sorted out his depressed mood, sat up from the roof, and said in a low and ashamed voice: "Father, I'm sorry to disappoint you again." “

Chu Bufan, who came on foot, heard this, Guozi's face showed a little distressed, his burly body sat cross-legged on the ridge next to Chu Yang, touched Chu Yang's head and said: "How can I blame you for this? If you want to blame your father, you have no ability to help you suppress the sword soul in your body." “

"No...... Father, you have done a lot for me, since I was a child, in order to help the child suppress the sword soul in the body, my father traveled around the world to find the knife spectrum, and several of them fought with people and almost died, these children all know, blame the child for being useless, and make the father chill again and again. Chu Yang raised his slightly green pheasant face, the tip of his nose was slightly sour, and he said with self-reproach.

"Alas......"

Looking at Chu Yang's face full of self-reproach, Chu Bufan couldn't help but sigh, was silent for a moment, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Yang'er, in another month, you will be sixteen years old, right?" According to the ancient books, if you are sixteen years old, if you can't reach the imperial qi, the sword soul in your weapon can't be suppressed, and your body will be broken and scattered, right?"

"Father don't worry, the child knows that this day is always coming since he was a child, so he is ready to die, but the only regret for the child is that the father has worked hard for the child for so many years, and his temples are gray, but the child can not be filial to his father, it is for the child to be unfilial, if there is an afterlife, the child must become the father's child, and the filial piety that cannot be fulfilled in this life. “

Chu Yang was full of self-blame, knelt down, knelt three times towards Chu Bufan, he had seen through the struggle of life and death over the years, but the only thing that made him unable to let go was that Chu Bufan had found one hundred and eight sword scores for him over the years, but he didn't even have the opportunity to fulfill his filial piety, but instead wanted Chu Bufan to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person.

"Yang'er, get up quickly......"

Chu Bufan hurriedly stretched out his hand and helped Chu Yang up, his face was a little hesitant, he thought for a while, sighed and said, "Yang'er, in fact, things are not so bad. “

"Father, what do you mean by that?"

Chu Yang was stunned, looked at Chu Bufan's majestic face with Chinese characters, and asked with a slight suspicion.

Chu Bufan thought twice, handed a box wrapped in a jet-black oilcloth to Chu Yang, and said in a deep voice: " This is the Crazy Demon Heart Sutra that the ancestor got thousands of years ago, this Sutra is extremely weird, it has been cursed by countless swordsmen, once the Ancestor got this Sutra and was afraid of the horror of this Sutra, he did not dare to cultivate, and sealed it in the Hanging Hole, and now according to ancient records, your life is approaching, and my father entered the Hanging Hole to take this Sutra, I think if there is still a skill between heaven and earth, which can suppress the twenty-four sword souls in your body, I am afraid that there is only this Crazy Demon Heart Sutra, right?!"

Chu Bufan's eyes sank slightly, and he hesitated and said: "It's just that throughout the ages, most of those who have cultivated this demon scripture have been devoured by the heavenly demons, and my father doesn't know, giving you this scripture is good or bad, but since this scripture is taken out, you will keep it first, as for whether you cultivate or not, it's all up to you." “

"Isn't this Demon Sutra sealed in the suspension by the ancestor? The Hanging Hole has always been a forbidden place in our Yanxia Mountain Villa, and only when every owner of the village is in the West Mountain can enter the sitting, could it be that my father entered the Hanging Cave without authorization?" Chu Yang's pupils contracted violently, staring at the box wrapped in oilcloth, the light in his eyes was extinguished.

"Hmm...... I think that's probably the last thing my father can do for you. ”

Chu Bufan muttered, his resolute face under the moonlight suddenly aged a lot, remembering that his son was going to die in a month, Chu Bufan, as a father, felt more and more uncomfortable.

"Father...... I'm going to live. ”

Chu Yang held the oilcloth in his hand, and his whole face was full of emotion. Since he was a child, because of the twenty-four sword souls in his body, Chu Bufan searched for the knife spectrum for him, and several of them fought with others and almost died, and now Chu Bufan broke into the forbidden land alone for him to take the Demon Sutra regardless of the legal code, as a father, I have to say that Chu Bufan did a very conscientious and conscientious job, and as a son of man, Chu Yang faced this selfless father's love, but he couldn't think of any way to repay it, and now the only thing he can do is to live up to his father's hope, live, and live hard!

......

In a quiet room, the young man sat cross-legged on the bed, tilting his head to look at the black jade box in front of him, and the whole person was a little stunned.

A thousand years ago, Yanxia Villa was a smash hit, and it is rumored that the ancestor of Yanxia Villa was a three-year-old sword, a seven-year-old knife, and a thirteen-year-old knife Dao Xiaocheng had a small reputation, and at the age of seventeen, one person and one knife single-handedly provoked a top force in the human domain and retreated, and then founded Yanxia Villa, and his life studied the knife trick, and at the age of one hundred and eight, he finally caused a sensation in the entire human domain with a knife.

When the ancestor of Yanxia Villa was alive, Yanxia Villa was all the rage, and once became the top force in the human domain, the hundred major forces of Yan Kingdom bowed down to it, and even the royal family of the sixteen countries also respected it, and it was rumored that it was the Xuanting Association of Qingxuanmen, which originated from Yanxia Villa at first, and now the ancestor of Qingxuanmen, the head of the hundred powers, some people say that he was a disciple of the ancestor of Yanxia Villa, and later founded Qingxuanmen, so that there is now the existence of Qingxuanmen, the first force in the corner of the sky, and these alone are enough to imagine how prosperous Yanxia Villa was in its heyday。

It's a pity that after the ancestor left the throne, Yanxia Villa had no successor, and after a thousand years of decline and decline, it finally fell into the embarrassing power ranking of the last stream of the Yan Kingdom.

Stunned for a while, Chu Yang's gaze was slightly stiff, his gaze was still closed on the black jade box in front of him, he slowly let out a sigh, and muttered: "The ancestor back then once obtained this Mad Demon Heart Sutra, but he felt that this sutra was too weird and did not dare to cultivate, so he sealed it in the hanging hole. Later, the ancestor created his own Tianxuan Treasure Book to sweep the Quartet, but this thousand-year-old inheritance of today's Tianxuan Treasure Book 7749 style, the essence is almost lost. ”

"I have twenty-four sword souls in my body since I was a child, and I have cultivated one hundred and eight sword records before I can complete it, and the Heavenly Xuan Treasure Book left by my ancestor is too mutilated, and its power has long been less than one percent of the original, and it cannot suppress the sword soul in my body! Now the twenty-four sword souls in my body are becoming more and more powerful, and my time is running out, if I don't suppress the sword soul in my body, I'm afraid that it won't be long before the sword soul will break through the aperture of the weapon, and I will die, right?"

The moonlight quietly probed through the window, shining on the young man's delicate little face, the young man's delicate little face under the moonlight was slightly hideous, he was full of unwilling indignation: "In the past sixteen years, because of these twenty-four sword souls, I have been struggling in despair, and the road of life is about to end at the beginning, I am unwilling!"

As the resentment in the young man's heart grew, the soul shadows around his body were wandering, and the corner of the young man's mouth bit out a trace of red blood, looking down at the black jade box, his eyes revealing an unprecedented blazing light.

"I am a dying person, so what am I afraid of?! This Crazy Demon Heart Sutra, the Ancestor is afraid and does not dare to cultivate! Then I will surpass the Ancestor! The people of the world are afraid and dare not cultivate, I will surpass the people of the world! I cultivate the Demon Sutra, not for the sake of longevity, but for survival!" The young man in the room roared like a beast's roar, rolling like thunder.