Zhao Ta's expression was unwavering, his eyes were deep and indifferent, and he stood as straight as a javelin.

He almost stepped into the realm of the Great Grandmaster, which is not a good thing, he exhaled lightly, forcibly suppressed his heart and boiling qi and blood, and his heart was very entangled.

That day, he had an epiphany in front of the small flower garden, and the life-killing sword technique was refined again, and he directly realized the thirteenth sword.

In fact, it is difficult to say whether the thirteen swords of death are based on speed or change, or go hand in hand, blend with each other, no longer distinguish each other, and only pursue the ultimate destructive and destructive power.

All speed tricks and so on, at this point are just a process, no longer so clear-cut, and there is no need to be detailed.

He combined all the means that could increase his strength, fearless courage, confidence in victory, tenacious thoughts, the fastest speed, the most complex changes, the most agile reactions, the greatest strength, and the most ruthless heart, and then added the ethereal epiphany of martial arts to create this sword.

Thirteen Deadly Sword, Thirteenth Deadly Sword!

Zhao Ta could have used this sword to go straight to the Great Grandmaster, but he found that he couldn't control this sword, so he forced it down, pressed on the swordsmanship, and pressed on the realm.

The level of the Great Grandmaster was suppressed by him in this way, and it was a little worse, and Zhao Ta breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

There is something wrong with this life-killing thirteen swords, the power is great, but some of them are so big that he is difficult to control, he can't put them away freely, and even he can put them but he can't collect them at all, this sword is out, there is no way forward, and the destruction and destruction are endless, as if he is not making the sword, but the sword is using him.

People make the sword to control the sword, the high depths of the human sword unity, the sword is like thunder, the power is unpredictable, called the sword god.

And if it is the other way around, people can't control the sword, the swordsmanship is too powerful and incomparable, but the royal people, although they are also angry and angry, the sword is in the sky, but it can't be called the sword god, but the sword demon.

The achievements of the sword demon in the way of the sword are comparable to the sword god, but this path is a little deviated, something is wrong, the "demon" is the demon who has gone mad!

There has always been only people who control things, and if people are controlled by things, then they are in the devil.

Swords are like this, if people can't control the sword, after a long time, the mind is fascinated by the sword intent, and gradually they will lose themselves, and the sword in the hand will only cause endless killing hearts, and the crazy idea of destroying everything.

Zhao Ta didn't want to be a sword demon and be controlled by the sword.

If you don't do a good sword god, what kind of sword demon do you do!

Therefore, he would rather suppress the realm, and use all his body and mind to control this life-killing thirteenth sword first, so as not to fall into the demon path.

He exhaled lightly at the moment, and looked at the green and white debris on the ground, and squinted slightly.

"Master......" Yuan Ying's voice came, a little puzzled, a little puzzled.

Yuan Ying felt that Zhao Ta's expression was not quite right, it was very different from before, and even a little unfamiliar.

Zhao Ta didn't have a trace of a smile on his face at this time, and he didn't even have any other expression, as if he didn't care about everything around him, he was very cold, and even when he looked at her, his eyes were cold.

Yuan Ying subconsciously said: "Master, you, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zhao Ta raised his eyebrows when he heard this, what did this unworthy disciple mean?

"Twenty-eight, what do you say?"

"No, it's nothing...... Yuan Ying grabbed the bun on her head, her eyes flickered, and the master just looked a little strange.

"Don't eat out for dinner in the future!" Zhao Ta said suddenly, he felt that Yuan Ying had been playing a little too wild for a while, and he was not in the house for dinner.

"Huh?" Yuan Ying was stunned, thinking about how to mention this stubble, the master had never taken care of this before.

"Starting tomorrow, I will start practicing guns after dinner in the house, and I can't rest if I don't practice for an hour!" Zhao Ta said again.

"Know, I know, Master......" Yuan Ying lowered her head, feeling a little aggrieved in her heart.

"Didn't you practice guns today? It's still early, so let's start practicing now! Zhao Tan said lightly.

Yuan Ying's mouth pursed, didn't she say that it started tomorrow, why is this today again, what the master said doesn't count, and he regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, he is not a good master!

"Yes......" she replied reluctantly, and then went to find a big gun, and there was an weapon rack next to the wall, on which there were not only flower guns, but also big guns of Zhangwu and Zhangba.

Yuan Ying took the barrel of the gun, and then began to practice, Zhao Ta went to the stone table and sat down, frowning as he watched.

How can this marksmanship be so that there is no problem at all?

How can there be no faults! There is nothing wrong with him, what is the master to reprimand for a while?

Zhao Ta's face couldn't help but be a little gloomy, and then out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Bai family brothers not far away, and said, "Bring the wine!" ”

The Bai brothers were stunned, the prince did not have the habit of drinking after meals, he usually drank tea, and sometimes even drank some white water.

However, they saw that Zhao Ta's expression was not very good, and he seemed to be in a bad mood, so they hurriedly obeyed the order to go to find wine.

After a while, it was all Xixia wine, which was treasured in the cellar of the Prison Military Division, mellow and strong, and Zhao Ta drank it cup after cup.

Yuan Ying was also the first time she saw Zhao Ta drinking while playing with guns at home, and she looked at her master's expression more and more unhappy, she wondered if the move was not standard and made the master angry? I tried my best to do a good job, and tried to practice perfectly, without the slightest flaw and inappropriateness.

But the more she is like this, the more exquisite the tricks, the more ugly Zhao Ta's face becomes, and after the last few marksmanship battles, Zhao Ta slammed the wine glass on the stone table and said, "Twenty-eight, how have you practiced the gun recently, is it not as good as a day?" ”

"Master, I, where am I not practicing correctly?" Yuan Ying wondered, she felt that she had played well, although she didn't say that she was perfect, but at least there should be nothing wrong, why was the master still unhappy and angry?

"What's wrong?" Zhao Ta touched his chin, there is nothing wrong with Yuan Ying's marksmanship, and he has practiced very well, after all, Yuan Ying's gun talent is there, and as soon as the gun is in his hands, he will immediately enter the state of unity of man and gun.

"Nothing is right!" Zhao Ta said lightly: "You have no strength to use this gun, as if you are singing a routine on the stage, how can you fight with others?" ”

"Huh?" Yuan Ying was unconvinced when she heard this, why is her marksmanship the same as singing? Can't fight people yet?

"Master, Master, I ......" Yuan Ying immediately wanted to argue.

Zhao Ta stood up and snorted coldly: "Go back and think about it, how to play this useless marksmanship, if you return it like this tomorrow, then you will be punished for not going out for a month, and you will practice in the house every day." ”

"I, I'm ......" Looking at Zhao Tan's back, Yuan Ying couldn't help but flatten her mouth, and two teardrops rolled down uncontrollably.

Master is unreasonable, he has obviously practiced well, how can he become useless marksmanship? If it's really not good, Master, you should give me some advice, why did you turn around and leave after reprimanding?

Yuan Ying stretched out her hand to wipe her tears, the two brothers of the Bai family came over to clean up the wine jar and wine glasses on the stone table, and Bai Zhan whispered: "Twenty-eighth sister, don't be sad and sad, I see that you have practiced well." ”

Yuan Ying "wooed" and said: "But the master can't say it well, saying that it seems to be singing on the stage, and it is useless." ”

Bai Zhan cautiously looked in the direction where Zhao Ta left, and then lowered his voice and said, "I see that the prince is too busy and haggard, and he was a little drunk just now, twenty-eighth sister, you don't have to take it to heart." ”

Yuan Ying sobbed: "I hope so, otherwise the master will punish me for not going out and practicing guns in the house every day." ”

"No, no......" Bai Zhan hurriedly persuaded him, and he also had some doubts in his heart, feeling that the prince seemed to have changed just now.

Bai Ba said: "Twenty-eighth sister, go back and rest, the prince is afraid that if he drinks, he will not be able to remember this matter tomorrow." ”

Yuan Ying nodded, and then dragged the big gun out of the courtyard and went to his own residence next to him to rest.

Zhao Ta walked forward with his hands in his hands at this time, but he did not go back to the room, but walked towards the back of the Fu Division.

However, the more he walked, the more upset he became, and his expression became a little impatient.

When he reached the woods behind the house, he suddenly stopped, then took a deep breath and thought to himself.

It seems that something is not quite right, my own mind is unstable, my thoughts are restless, and I am very restless up and down, and I always want to find a place to vent.

He vaguely felt that the state at this time seemed to be related to the thirteenth deadly sword he had created.

He has been pressing this sword technique, pressing the realm of the great grandmaster, but when he couldn't hold it down in the courtyard before, he went to chop a tree, and then his brain and body were much cooler and lighter, but now, he ...... This irritability struck again.

Zhao Ta's cuffs suddenly spit out, and a cold light pierced out, cold and frosty, it was the Mo Evil Sword.

By this time it was already dark, and he walked into the woods.

Then, in just half an hour, the woods slowly became a whistling from the normal "rustling" sound of the wind blowing the leaves at the beginning.

The sound of sword qi rose, cutting gold and cracking silk, the whirlwind swept, and the branches and leaves flew.

The wind couldn't tell whether it was the evening breeze or the wind brought by the sword qi, in short, the sound gradually became louder, and the movement was very terrifying, and then there was a more violent sound from the small forest.

The night was getting darker, and Bai Ba and Bai Zhan had already come over here, waiting for Zhao Ta's orders.

The two of them looked at the woods in surprise, the sound inside was too amazing, and the two of them could feel the sword qi sweeping and the light attacking, it should be Zhao Ta practicing swords inside.

However, in the past, they had also seen Zhao Ta practice swords, but where did they have such a big momentum.

The cold light of the woods that was nearly a mile long was supposed to light up in the east, but then without warning, it came out of the west, chasing the wind and running away from the dust.

The distance between the land and the trees that stretched far away seemed to have no obstacle to Zhao Ta at all.

A sword in the east, a sword in the west, the sword light is fleeting, shadowless and invisible.

The cold light in the south and the light in the north are bright, and the specific location of Zhao Ta cannot be judged at all.

The Bai brothers were dumbfounded, they were all dumbfounded, and no one dared to go in and watch, so they had to wait outside the forest.

After a full hour, I heard a "swish", a long but gloomy voice sounded, and several big trees in front of the two fell down one after another, revealing Zhao Ta's figure behind the trees.

Zhao Ta's face was a little red as he looked at the few fallen trees, and then the Mo Evil Sword in his hand disappeared like a silver snake into his sleeve, and then he took a few steps forward and raised his leg to kick the trunk of a tree.

I saw that the tree seemed to be unfocused, and it was directly scattered, turning into countless debris and flying everywhere, it turned out that it had been completely smashed by the Mo Evil Sword before it fell to the ground.

The redness on Zhao Ta's face began to disappear slowly, but there was no expression, he didn't speak, he didn't look at the Bai family brothers, he put his hands behind his back and walked forward.

Seeing this, the Bai brothers were slightly in a daze, and after a few breaths, they glanced at each other and followed with a step......

On the morning of the second day, the south gate of Huizhou opened the city for one hour every day.

Like Zhuo Luo, although the city gate is open, not everyone can enter and exit.

Only nearby peasant households and herdsmen who deliver vegetables, grain, and livestock are allowed to enter the city.

Most of those who can go out of the city are also laborers who clean up miscellaneous garbage and haul filth.

At this time, ordinary people were not allowed to enter or leave the city, and even merchants from afar were not allowed to enter the city if they did not deal in any necessities of life.

Huizhou City is large, but because of this entry and exit restrictions, there are not many people coming and going at the city gate, and it looks very empty.

Just when an hour was about to pass and the city was closed and no entry or exit was allowed, a small convoy came from the distance of the south gate.

The convoy consisted of only five vehicles, pulled by yaks, with bags on them, which seemed to be grain.

There were three people driving the car, a tall old man sat in the head, in the middle was a black-faced man with a face full of vicissitudes and wrinkles, and finally a young man with a burnt yellow face and a thin body.

The soldiers at the city gate immediately stepped forward to inquire and check, and only after asking did they find out that they were actually sending food to the Guquan Temple in the east of Huizhou City.

Guquan Temple is an old temple in Huizhou, with a long history, but the incense is not as strong as the Qingbao Temple in the west of the city, and the area of Guquan Temple is not so large, you can only grow some vegetables and vegetables at home, and the food can only be purchased from outside, or wait for almsgiving.

Xiao Bing looked at the five carts of grain and hesitated, after all, this kind of food sent to the temple was not allowed.

In the end, I had to ask the officer above, and then ordered someone to go to the Guquan Temple to call the monks to identify, and the monks came to take a look, and saw that it was indeed the merchant who sent grain in the past, and even the frame was not bad at all from before, so it passed.

A group of five cars went to Guquan Temple, and the man with a black face full of wrinkles talked to the monk, and the monk said: "Shopkeeper Yang, five people used to come every time, one person and one car, why only three this time?" ”

The man shook his head and sighed: "It's not because you are fighting in Huizhou, and no one dares to come, so I called the two grandsons in the industry to help me, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to send rice grain next month." ”

The monk also sighed: "It's really a labor Yang shopkeeper, the temple only uses the rice in the north of Helan Mountain, there is no one in the city, if the Yang shopkeeper does not send it, I am afraid that the abbot master will have green vegetables to live." ”

Shopkeeper Yang said: "Where is this to say, is there no rice in Shanbei, and the master will be hungry?" Why do you have to buy some rice and grain in the city first. ”

The monk shook his head: "Alas, this is the shopkeeper Yang who doesn't know the situation in my temple, where is the abbot willing to eat those ordinary Hexi rice." ”

As he spoke, the frame came to the gate of Guquan Temple, but it was a quiet and quiet place.

Then, under the command of the monks, the ox cart drove into the monastery and began to unload the rice grain.

(End of chapter)