"Twin coffins, born without parents, God is not merciful, and passing dogs are also suspicious."

In the middle of the town's streets, a group of children hold hands in a circle and sing a smooth mouth, and in the middle of the circle is a pair of brother and sister in tattered clothes, and every time they try to escape, they are kicked back to their place.

The adults passing by were also cold-eyed when they saw this, and they didn't have the slightest intention of stepping forward to dissuade them, and the two children shrank together with fear in their eyes, and tightly protected their heads with their arms, obviously not the first time they have been bullied.

As it gets late, the children on the periphery are called home by their parents for dinner one after another, and when the moon gradually brightens, only the lonely siblings are left on the street.

The two had no parents, so no one would call them, and the only mother-in-law who didn't look at them sideways was a blind woman with limited mobility, so in order not to worry her, the brother and sister tidied up their clothes, wiped the dust off their faces, looked at each other, and walked out of the town by moonlight.

There is a wooden house in the suburbs, which is called "coffin shop" by the townspeople, but in fact it has nothing to do with the coffin, just because the wooden house lives with two brothers and sisters called "coffins".

The coffin, which is born in the coffin after the death of a pregnant woman, is unlucky.

Five years ago, a midwife went into the city to deliver babies, and when she came back in the middle of the night, she passed by the mass grave and heard a child crying, so she stepped forward in curiosity.

By the moonlight, she found a grave, there was no monument in front of the grave, the soil was still fresh, the midwife couldn't help but wonder, in recent days I haven't heard of anyone dead, but now is not the time to think about this, the cry of the child in the grave is getting weaker and weaker, and if it is delayed, I am afraid that the living will suffocate to death.

She mustered up the courage to pick up the mound with her hands, and about a quarter of an hour later, a wooden coffin appeared in front of her.

The coffin was made of a piece of log hollowed out directly, and the technique was rough, but the fracture was extremely clean and flat, as if it had been carefully polished.

The midwife struggled to push open the lid of the coffin, and saw the source of the sound inside, which were two newborn children, lying in their mother's arms before even the umbilical cord was cut, one was crying, and the other was looking at the world with curiosity.

The midwife took the two children home and took care of them, and the two grew up.

I thought that if I didn't say anything, outsiders would not know their backgrounds, but when I was three years old, a Taoist priest came to the town, and I saw that they were coffins at a glance, and trumpeted that the brother and sister were disasters.

In order to eliminate the disaster, the townspeople paid a lot of money to hire Taoist priests to do it, and wanted to work together to drive away the two children.

At that time, the mother-in-law's eyes were about to be unable to see clearly, and she begged for a lot of affection, and her saliva was about to run out, and she took out most of her life savings to the Taoist priest before the matter was settled.

……

At night, in a small house in the suburbs, a soybean-sized lamp was lit on the window, and two children sat by the window, blowing the cool night breeze, quietly sewing torn clothes.

"Fighting with people again?" A kind and gentle voice sounded next to him.

"It was their hand that made the first move." The boy's tone was slightly resentful.

"Alas, I delivered these children to them in the first place."

The old lady sighed, and there was no follow-up, and in the impression of the brother and sister, the mother-in-law never seemed to be angry.

"Canghai, dim the oil lamp."

The girl was careful and knew that her mother-in-law did not need light, and this oil lamp was purely for them.

The boy answered, picked up the iron needle in his hand and was about to pick up the wick, but was stopped by the old lady next to him:

"You are still young, and you are good for your eyes, but I can't see it now if I want to."

Listening to the mother-in-law's words, the boy glanced at the girl, who nodded, and the two continued to sew and mend their clothes.

The girl is not so much a sister, but more like a sister, usually there is anything, the boy has to ask the girl, their size, but also the mother-in-law set.

When the two were found, the girl was crying, the boy was laughing, and he was stronger, as a matter of course, he became an older brother and took on the responsibility of protecting his sister.

The old lady "looked" at the two of them with cloudy eyes, took the crooked clothes in their hands, and fumbled to tidy them up.

Seeing this, the boy was curious:

"Mother-in-law, how can you sew so neatly if you can't see it?"

The old man smiled and said:

"Mother-in-law, my eyes are useless, but my heart eyes are bright, if you meet a person who is willing to look at you with your heart and eyes one day, then he is your savior."

The two children nodded thoughtfully, and the boy continued:

"Mother-in-law, they say that Yueming and I are coffins, and that we are evil stars, will your eyes be invisible because of us?"

"Silly boy, don't think about it, my eyes are blinded by smoke, and although I can't see your faces, I know that you must be the most good-looking child in town."

The old lady sewed up the clothes and handed them to the two of them:

"Go to bed early, tomorrow you go to the grain store in the city, and let them send ten bags of rice and noodles."

"Mother-in-law, can we eat so much?"

"You'll find out in a few days."

……

Time comes back to the present.

"Brother Zhan, thank you for leading the team."

Wang Quanquan arched his hand, and then looked at the fat woman on the side, pretending to be surprised:

"The fairy is really getting fuller and fuller, and it must have fascinated a lot of handsome monks, right?"

Zhan Haitang rolled his eyes slightly amorous when he heard this, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"This little brother can talk, unlike other superficial stinky men, cousin, don't introduce me?"

Wang Quanquan answered:

"I had a relationship with the fairy outside of Wushan County, when the younger brother first arrived, and it was inevitable that he would say something unpleasant between his words."

The fat woman thought for a moment when she heard this, and vaguely remembered that there was indeed a daredevil, who boasted that she was slim.

Zhan Li said with a little embarrassment at this time:

"Brother Zhao is my own person, so I won't hide it from you, Zhan Mou is actually a person from the Thorn Mountain, and the leader of the Thorn Sect, Zhan Li, is his brother."

"Ah, if Brother Zhan doesn't say it, Zhao will still be kept in the dark."

As soon as these words came out, everyone else couldn't help but smile, and the only one present who was kept in the dark was probably Zhan Ji himself, who thought he was hiding from everyone.

A group of people were talking and laughing, and even the brothers and sisters on the side couldn't help but be infected, and at this time, a blue figure flew from a distance, it was Lan Dai, who had been the Zhongfeng Venerable Order.

"Zhao Daoyou, are you out of trouble?"

The man originally received the news to help, and he didn't want to see the person who was going to be rescued standing there with a calm face.

Seeing the other party, Wang Quanquan took out a letter from his bosom and handed it over:

"Lan Zunling's order came at the right time, here's a letter for you."

Seeing the sharp font on the envelope that didn't look like it came from a woman's hand, Lan Dai blushed and slowly took it.

"The deputy hall master of the south wind still has something to say to me to bring to Lan Zunling, she said everything is fine, don't read it."

As he spoke, the king paused for a moment, and then continued to talk nonsense under the curious eyes of the rest:

"She also said that you will not marry in this life."

"Huh?" Lan Dai froze in place with a shocked expression.

While he was stunned, Wang Quanquan showed a malicious smile, quickly stepped forward, tapped his lips on the other party's cheek, and then wiped his mouth and said:

"This is also what the deputy hall master asked me to hand over to you, fortunately, I am not dishonored."

After saying that, he led the team and flew towards his own camp.

Lan Dai stiffened his movements and touched the place where he was kissed just now, first confused, then happy, and finally his face suddenly changed, and he reflexively chased after him.

"Zhao Daoyou, you can make it clear, how did Nanfeng Daoyou ask you to transfer it?"

"Oh, don't ask so much, I'm shy too."

……

In the sky, the deafening roar became smaller and smaller, and a strange smell of blood mixed with sweat filled the surroundings.

Two people who were like fish out of blood were punching each other, and the tall one with his right hand hung down, and the back of his hand exposed his white bones, obviously unable to exert himself for a while.

The long-armed old man on the opposite side was no better, the left half of his chest was sunken, and every time he gasped, he carried the sound of whirring wind, like an old broken bellows.

"Old ghost Fei, if you can't hold on, you will admit defeat, don't put your life here, it's not worth it."

"Heh, when the old man became famous, you kid didn't know where he was, beating someone can cripple your hands, and you are also worthy of refining your body?"

"Old fellow, I'll knock you down with one hand."

"Boy, your dead dad also said this back then, and wasn't he convinced by the old man in the end?"

"Don't mention the courage of the year, old guy, aren't you getting older, and you start to like to talk about the scenery of your youth?"

The two of them said that they were not tired, otherwise they would not have worked their lips, even so, according to their physical strength, which is one of the best in the two realms, they still can't tell the winner if they fight for a while.

On the other side, the battle between Zhao Shuquan and Di Xin is much simpler and simpler, both of them are sword masters, and the sword has no eyes.

After leaving the court, the position of the king was replaced, and the king of Wu cut down the emperor, but he was just an impostor. Yin Shang's six-hundred-year foundation was ruined in his generation, and it was impossible to say that he had no complaints about the immortals of the Three Immortal Realms.

Zhao Shu has many wounds on his body, known as the second sword cultivator of the Three Immortal Island, he can only parry now, the opponent's sword has reached the eleventh layer, the subtlety of the sword technique, the purity of the sword intent, makes him sigh to himself.

Fortunately, Zhao Jianxian has an easy-going personality, everything goes naturally, and he has never been enthusiastic about the so-called reputation, but whoever changes to a sword-loving person will be beaten by the other party until the Dao heart collapses, and he will never touch the sword again.

"If you can take over the twelve layers of my star picking, the deity will consider taking you as a disciple."

Di Xin does not have a big mind like Zhao Shuquan who "wishes all sword cultivators in the world to learn supreme swordsmanship", and when he carved swordsmanship into the Star Picking Tower, he just wanted to show his strength, but at this moment he made an exception and wanted to accept the other party as an apprentice, and he was completely shocked by his qualifications.

Zhao Shuquan didn't know what to do, and directly refused:

"Thank you for the kindness of the seniors, the juniors don't have the idea of apprenticeship for the time being."

After speaking, the cold light of the sword in his hand flashed, and he actually used the eleventh layer of star picking that the other party had just cast, although the sword intent of the move was unsatisfactory, but it followed the essence of three or four points, Di Xin raised his hand and swung this sword, and couldn't help but admire:

"I still underestimated you, and I accepted your apprentice."

"The Tao is different, and there is no conspiratorship."

The man handed over another sword, and the essence rose by one more point, the light flashed in Di Xin's eyes, and he slashed out two black sword qi vertically and horizontally to repel the other party, and stopped and said:

"If you don't have the deity to teach you, you won't be able to understand this twelfth layer of swordsmanship even if you want to break your head, because I only carved half of the style from the beginning."

Hearing this, Zhao Shuquan's face flashed hesitation, as the other party, there was absolutely no need to lie to himself about this kind of thing.

Everyone in the world thought that he Zhao Shu was all self-created sword intent, and he didn't want to end up, so he was still enjoying the shade under the willows of his predecessors.

Seeing that the other party was shaken, Di Xin stepped forward and said:

"Even if you learn all the first eleven layers of swordsmanship, you still only have the power of Mahayana, and that twelfth layer is the real Saint Immortal First Sword.

I'm not afraid to tell you, if it weren't for the chain restrictions, the strength of the deity could reach the Holy Immortal Realm, and the Holy Immortal was not comparable to your Saint Void who was weak once in a thousand years, and if you learned the twelfth layer, you would be able to surpass Taibai in one fell swoop and become a well-deserved first sword cultivator of the Three Immortals. ”

I have to say that Di Xin's words are too tempting for sword cultivation, but if someone else comes, he will have to defect to the Three Immortals Realm without hesitation.

But Zhao Shuquan was born as a scholar in the end, and he has a scholarly stubbornness: righteous death does not avoid axes, and righteousness and poverty are not crowned.

"No need, if the younger generation worships the senior as a teacher, then he will really lose the qualification to become the first sword cultivator."

Di Xin's face immediately became gloomy when he heard this, and the black sword in his hand was full of black light, "It's the first time for Yu Yi to lower his posture and talk to someone like this, since you don't have oil and salt, then you will get your wish." ”

With that, a sword was swung out.

……

"Looks like someone is really moving." On the west side of the battlefield, an old man dressed as a farmer said with his beard.

The woman on the other side frowned and looked at him, but did not speak, I don't know if it was an illusion, the color of her red wedding dress did not seem to be as bright as it was at the beginning, and her original white and blue face was only pale.

There are several clay statues standing in front of the old man, holding a vajra pestle in his hand, or holding a whip, all of which are sharp weapons to deal with evil spirits, and the mourning stick in the woman's hand has been broken, and the hanging rope that seems to be not short has not changed much.

"Ning Ji, surrender, in the end, the Netherworld Clan is just a sneaky person who has not dissipated his grievances, although he doesn't have to bother cultivating, but the realm is extremely vain, once he faces a monk of the same level, he will make a judgment."

The woman didn't speak, looking down at the rope.

The Netherworld is indeed inferior to ordinary monks, but they are born with a magic weapon that can forcibly exchange lives with others.

This magic weapon is related to the cause of death before his death, if he dies by killing himself, the magic weapon is a knife, if he falls into a well and dies, it is a well, Ning Ji committed suicide by hanging the beam, and the magic weapon naturally became a hanging rope around the neck.

This rope in the woman's hand is where her life lies, and it is also the source of all power, if she is willing to let go, she can completely exchange the other party for a Mahayana powerhouse, but the price is also heavy - she will disappear because of this, and she will never be reborn.

The old man discovered her intentions and said in a deep voice:

"Ning Ji, don't continue to be obsessed, the outcome of this battle has been decided."

The woman suddenly raised her head and said with a smile:

"What, you're scared?"

As she spoke, a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes, and her hands gradually stretched the rope into her slender neck, and at the same time, an upper rope appeared on the old man's neck out of thin air, and it was tightening little by little.

The old man frowned and grabbed the rope, his hand was empty, but the pressure on his neck was always increasing, as strong as him, and there was a little panic in his heart at this moment.

At that moment, a group of monks flew towards us, talking and laughing.

"After the battle is over in a while, I invite you to go and drink, the best potpourri brew."

The person at the head stretched out his thumb to boast to himself, and as he was talking, he suddenly noticed two figures in front of him, looked up, and found that it was actually the Great Elder of the Lingyun Sect, and the young man immediately said something that made the old man lose his old age:

"Yo, why do you still learn to be martyred at such an old age?"

……

(End of chapter)