said that Song Gang was lucky to escape, but he was still sad. Thinking that Damu Jian was even a mortal who was enthusiastic about himself and gave his life, Gao Gu was willing to die for the entrustment of an old man and regarded it as his lifelong belief, and tears poured down his eyes. There are only two weak women and weak children on the cliff, mother and Xiaomu, once someone in the three parts of the North Palace is resurrected, these two people have only one way to die. He grabbed the rattan and climbed up, and suddenly had a pleasant surprise: as long as his hands were slightly forced, he could hang up, and it was effortless to get up. It turned out that he swallowed the dragon ball, which stimulated the innate divine power in his body, and the soul power he practiced was also born like a fire, and the water and fire in his body could not be reconciled, and he could not be scattered in his limbs and bones in his chest, so that his breath was temporarily blocked and fainted, if he could not neutralize yin and yang, it would eventually make him a disaster and endanger his life. The foot of the wind ruler opened the channel in his body, and it was like a flood going down the road, and he was warm when he saw the fire. The increase in skill has been more than ten years, and with diligent cultivation, it is only a matter of time to open the Heavenly Eye. In addition, it is said that you can get lucky by eating ambergris, so the foot on the head of the wind ruler is still a lucky kick, this is just a legend, but Song Gang did take this step of luck at a critical moment in his life.

Song Gang thought of the story about Zhong Shilang told by Gao Gu, if the broken pavilion was the "Dexin Pavilion", then there would be a road embedded in the cliff wall further up. As long as you find this way, you can climb to the top of the cliff like Zhong Shiro and meet your loved ones again. Thinking of this, I sped up. I don't know how long I climbed, but when I looked up, I was really disappointed, there was a protruding rock overhead, and then the rain stopped, and the stone washed by the rain was even more slippery and there was no place to start. Song Gang thought to himself: "It turns out that this is not the place where Zhong Xia Shi found the secret that day, so what is it?" Suddenly, he saw a cave on the left side, and the entrance of the cave was covered by a clump of grass, and he couldn't see it if he didn't look closely. He grabbed the rattan and swung over, grabbed the grass at the entrance of the cave and put it on the cave rock under his feet, and after standing firm, he stepped on the rattan with his feet, trying to find a stone to press the rattan, but there was no stone at the entrance of the cave, not even a small pebble, so he entangled the rattan and the grass, and if there was no way to find it in the cave, he had to use the rattan to reverberate. I felt that the yin qi in the cave was deep, but fortunately the cave was dry, so I went inside. It didn't take a few dozen steps before it was pitch black. Suddenly stepped on a pile of soft things under my feet, and when I touched my hand, I felt that it was firewood and grass, and I couldn't help but be disappointed, and my hand touched another thing, and pinched it, it was a flint. He thought, "I don't know who will live in a hole in the cliff, and who can have firewood and make a fire, but this is the land of demons, but how can there be people? "I can't figure it out, even though the demons live in caves, how can they live on such a cliff? After a while, patting my head and scolding myself for being stupid, my mother and Xiaomu are still waiting for me to save them, why am I still grinding here, and I don't make a fire to find a way out. He lit a fire, lit firewood and grass, and the cave suddenly became bright. Surprised, a human skeleton sat in front of him, and he was startled. I saw this skeleton sitting cross-legged on the ground, and there was a knife in front of it, this knife had been covered with a layer of green rust, but the blade was as shiny as new, although it was not a treasure, but the texture was excellent. There was another skull beside the sword, which was much larger than the head of the man who was sitting, but it was only a skull, but there was no body bone. He picked up the knife and held it, it was very eerie here, it was always nice to have a weapon. He took a burning stick from the fire and searched for it, but there was nothing, and he had only walked a few steps before he was there. Feeling hungry, he walked to the entrance of the cave, but this time he was really desperate, it turned out that the weather in this valley was self-contained, and the mountain wind was particularly strong, and he was in the cave for a while, and the mountain wind had already blown the rattan back, several feet away from the mouth of the cave. He sat on the ground, despair welling up.

He hurried back and put out the fire, knowing that he had to live in the cave, and for a while he could not find a way to go back, and he had to leave some firewood and grass. He sat at the mouth of the cave in a daze, watching a bird glide past him, and with a burst of jealousy, he screamed and slapped his hands on the bird, thinking that if only he had a pair of wings. The bird suddenly lost its bearings, stopped flapping its wings, and fell straight down. He didn't know why, why he just slapped it at random, and the bird would fall down. He slapped the rattan in the distance again, only to see a gust of wind go, the rattan shook violently, and the leaves on the vine flew down. He was amazed, if someone practices for thousands of miles in a day, then he will not be able to practice for thousands of miles in a day. He didn't know that he was already talented, as long as the external force was stimulated, the innate divine power would naturally burst out and continue to flow. He couldn't believe it, and slapped the rattan again, and like last time, the leaves were flying. He sat down and practiced according to the mental method, only to feel that the soul power in his body was surging and surging out. He tried to concentrate them on his hands, and saw that his hands were as red as rouge, and he thought that his hands were as bright as fire, and he knew that he could not compare with him, but today he had never changed before. He was surprised and happy, sad and cold, happy that his soul power had improved by leaps and bounds, his own meridians were connected, and the cool thing was that although he had achievements, he would soon die here. There was another bird's cry overhead, and he looked at it, raised his palm, and the bird flew away with a coo. After a long time, the bird flew back again, probably because there was a nest on the rock above, and Song Gang didn't care about pity, so he slapped it with his palm, and the bird fell in response. He caught it with his hand, and it weighed about a pound. He kept saying in his heart: "Bird, I'm sorry, you save someone's life, you can win the seventh-level floating slaughter, and the Buddha will take you to heaven and become a human in the next life." As he spoke, he peeled it off and went back to the fire to roast it. The clothes were dried while baking, and when I finished eating the birds, I slept and my spirit was shocked. Seeing that the skeleton posture doesn't seem right, it seems that he suffered before he died. He was originally a person who did not follow the details, and he was alone on this cliff, accompanying this corpse, and he did not feel afraid. He put the skull on the ground and the skeleton together, knelt down and bowed, and said: "Whether you are a human or a demon, you are all seniors, the dead are the greatest, and the younger generations salute you, you don't know how many years you have been lonely, and today I am with you, and we are also destined." After saluting, he looked up at the bones, and saw that the bones in his chest were cracked, and it turned out that he had been hit hard in the chest before he died, and this man had managed to climb here with the last of his strength before he died. After this half a day, at night, he lit a handful of firewood, and the fire shone brightly on the four walls, but one piece was not smooth, as if there was some texture. He looked closer, and it was some patterns. Some fighting scenes are drawn. The characters in the painting are all knife skills, and recently he has practiced knife skills, and Kenren Ome also said that he is suitable for making knives. When he saw the knife technique, he naturally looked at it.

The first one is a demon attack, and the human race is using the method of dismantling, which is not novel, but it is calm. The second one is still the same, and both of them are subtle. The third one, the Demon Knife Technique, is more complicated, the moves are attacked from unexpectedly everywhere, and the method of dismantling the Terran is also more ingenious, and the direction is very accurate, and the moves are all countered from where people don't expect. In the tenth picture, the magic knife became very fierce, and the person who drew the picture was very expressive, and even drew some wind-like diagonal lines on the edge of the blade, which showed how fierce this knife was, and the dismantled human race flew to dodge, and returned a knife in the air. Song Gang saw that this one was carved deeper into the stone wall, and the human skill of this carving had increased a lot compared to the previous ones, so it was no wonder that the painting fought back in dodge. A thought flashed through me, could it be that the person who painted the painting was painting himself? The more he looked back, the deeper and clearer the painting became, and the more agile it became. The magic knife technique behind it is more and more fierce and domineering, Song Gang can almost hear the sound of the knife sliding over the painting, the person portrayed is very smart, in every move of the magic knife, the continuation of the move can be seen, and the dismantling move is becoming more and more complicated, and the two of them use superior skills in the knife technique. Song Gang was dazzled, his heart was rolling and irritating, he was busy closing his eyes and doing exercises for a week, and when he was a little better, he couldn't help but continue to look at it, this time he wouldn't be dazzled, and after seeing two pictures, he began to vomit again, he sat down and practiced for another week, this time he only looked at one, and he didn't dare to look at it. The more he looked at it, the more amazed he became, it was just a few paintings, but he had to do his work to dare to look at them, these paintings were simply too magical. He looked at it from the beginning, and he wouldn't be dazzled, yes, the first few paintings contained only some tricks, but the later paintings contained the best martial arts, and people with shallow internal strength were very harmful. He learned the knife techniques on the picture one by one, and felt that these knife techniques were different from what he had learned, and there were not many killing tricks in the knife techniques taught by Damu Kenlian, it may be that the giant thief only stole money and did not kill him, and he could escape. The key is that this set of sword techniques is in line with the Buddha nature of Buddhism for good, not a set of fierce martial arts. Song Gang studied the first eleven drawings for half the night, and he was still unsatisfied. I slept for a while, got up early the next day and practiced for three weeks, and then practiced two more paintings. Hit the bird at the entrance of the cave, this time I waited for a long time to hit one, and almost fell under the cliff, after eating, I looked around, I couldn't think of a way to get out, so I had to come back to practice the knife technique on the wall in disappointment, and only at night did I think through the offensive and defensive knife techniques of these two pieces.

After that, Song Gang practiced knife techniques while fighting birds, and those knife techniques attracted him like magnets, and it was uncomfortable if he didn't practice for a day, and there were dozens of them behind. By the seventeenth painting, he had to practice his soul power every day for three weeks before he could practice a sword technique. I can't even watch it. I had to continue to practice soul power, and he also knew that his internal and external progress was very obvious, and the red on his hands alone became deeper and deeper, and by the time he reached the thirtieth piece, the red on his hands became shallower and shallower, but his skills were more free.

Those birds also learned to be obedient, as soon as he saw Song Gang flying, he later left a roasted bird leg at the entrance of the hole, those eagle vultures came to peck at food, often Song Gang hit, one is enough to eat for two days. However, because the soul power is too strong, it often knocks them into deep cliffs.

On this day, he saw another vulture fooled, Song Gang gathered his soul power in one finger, and volleyed his empty fingers like a big-eyed Jianlian, the vulture received this blow, jumped a little, flapped its wings and flew away. He was hungry all day. After another ten days, he was almost able to practice his fingers, and he didn't dare to use his fingers for more than ten days, for fear of starvation. On this day, an eagle came, he stretched out his finger a little, hit the head, and fainted on the spot. He was overjoyed and ate with relish. He felt his real progress. If it could be like the big eye Kenren, the sword qi would definitely pass through the brain, and it wouldn't just stun the eagle. But what kind of person is Kenren Ome, he may not be able to reach his level after practicing for another hundred years. Let's just say that his fire-like palm can directly roast the bird, and there is no need to roast it on the fire.

Song Gang's soul power is advancing day by day, but the sword technique on the wall is practiced very slowly, and his progress is always unable to catch up with the progress in painting. He became more and more fond of drawing the sword technique of the human race, and later it was no longer ingenious to describe, it was simply like a shadow and a fantasy, and he was calm. There is subtlety in the calmness, and it stands out and sharp when guarding. The wide opening and closing of the magic knife was mostly restrained and could not be used. The knife technique is easy to achieve, but the more and more advanced skills in the painting are difficult to resist, he practices his soul power every day, and it is very difficult to look at the painting every day, but he will not be tired, but the more he practices, the stronger he becomes. I don't know how many days passed, but finally the last two were reached. Song Gang looked at the first one first, and couldn't help laughing, it turned out that this one was not a knife technique at all, but the head of the demon was cut off and carried in the hands of that human race. Looking at the skeleton on the ground and the big head, I understand. I thought that the battle between this human race and this demon was protracted, and finally this demon was killed. There are a few words on the head of the demon on the painting, and Song Gang looks closer, it is the four words "Moxi Clan Head". Don't...... Could it be that the Terran in this painting is the chivalrous warrior of Zhong Shiro? The skeleton sitting on the ground should be Zhong Shiro. Song Gang put the big skull aside and bowed down to the skeleton, he listened to the story of Gao Gu, and admired this strange knight immensely, and he was also very fortunate to have the opportunity to see his bones today. This chivalrous warrior who was beheaded through the ages turned out to be killed here. The demons attacked the Zijin Emperor Capital five hundred years ago and suddenly retreated, it should be that the head of the Demon West clan was beheaded and the dragons were leaderless. But how did Zhong Shilang die in this cave after beheading the head of the Moxi clan, and his skills are extremely high, he should have practiced advanced martial arts at that time, if it weren't for the master's method of soul power practice not long ago, I practiced the sword technique on the wall, and I couldn't resist the powerful magic skills and Xuangong on the painting. Zhong Shilang was a rare opponent at that time, so who could imprint a palm on his chest and cause his sternum to crack and die, isn't the skill of this person who killed Zhong Xia unparalleled in the world? Also, how did Zhong Shilang become familiar with the sword technique of the head of the Moxi clan and study such a set of sword techniques to restrain him, could it be that he stayed in the demon capital and secretly learned the sword technique of the head of the Moxi clan, thinking that one day he would kill this demon, well, although this is a little less upright, but for the sake of the country and the entire human race, what can be done. I thought again, what kind of person is Zhong Xiashi, if he wants to do this sneaky deed, he must be a great success in his artistic career, how can this Moxi clan leader talk about it.

Song Gang was cranky for a while, and he really didn't want to imagine the hero in his heart as a voyeur person. I suddenly remembered that there was still the last one I hadn't seen, so I read it. Seeing the painting, there are two monks, the first monk is in the distance, drawing a palm from afar, the whole picture is majestic because of this palm, and the second monk is close, and a palm is pressed on the chest of the human race. Song Gang didn't wait to think, his eyes were dark, his blood was surging, as if he wanted to disperse, he didn't dare to move when he sat on the ground, and he couldn't even think about the monk in his mind. Busy looking at the nose and nose and mind, I did countless exercises without distractions to adjust the breath. I didn't dare to look at the painting at the moment, but I remembered the content of the painting in my heart, and knew that the palm that pressed on Zhong Shilang's chest was the sun and moon Buddha Bo Xun. Thinking about it, only this demon king has this great achievement, but he doesn't need two monks to deal with Zhong Shilang, so who is the other monk? Which one is the Sun and Moon Buddha Bo Xun? After thinking about it, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, yes, the two monks are the Sun and Moon Buddha, the Sun and Moon Buddha not only has five kinds of evil power, but also the martial arts are superb, and the majestic palm in the distance makes Zhong Shilang have no way to retreat, and then in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Zhong Shilang, and pressed the palm that made Zhong Shilang die. Thinking about the shadow-like body of this Sun and Moon Buddha and the magic power of urging life, Song Gang shuddered all over.

Song Gang connected Zhong Shilang's knife techniques in the picture in a style, and became a complete set of exquisite and complex knife techniques dedicated to dealing with demons, thinking about his own qiē experience, as if he was in another world, and unintentionally became the great disciple of Zhong Daxiashi, this set of knife techniques was originally created by Zhong Shilang, and he was the first person to learn this set of knife techniques in addition to him. Thinking of this, he built the soil for incense, and kowtowed a few times respectfully. After he practiced, he felt that this set of knife techniques was quite powerful, with more offense and less defense, and the offensive moves were very safe, if the person holding the knife had a strong aura, this set of knife techniques could be said to be the best knife technique in the world. In the days that followed, Song Jian studied sword techniques while cultivating his soul power diligently. During this period of time, he was exposed to three kinds of knife techniques, and the big eye Kenren enlightened him in the use of weapons and taught him a set of big thief knife techniques, but this set of knife techniques focuses on the use of knives, and the offensive is not strong, who would have thought that a big thief would use this gentle knife method. The Demon Sword Technique is domineering, and the amazing aura radiated by the Demon West Patriarch in the picture impressed him deeply, a person with an endless killing aura awakened the evil in the hearts of all demons, whether it is related to this set of sword techniques. Regarding knives and swords, it is often believed that the sword is a symbol of the king, and the knife is a symbol of evil, but Zhong Shilang completely transforms the use of the knife into justice, there is no evil in his knife technique, and some are resistance to evil, every move and style is very practical, because of justice and atmosphere, it is precisely because of his righteous heroic spirit that infected this heavenly boy Song Gang.

He misses his mother every day, Big Eyes Kenlian, Uncle Gao, Little Eye, since he met Big Eyes Kenren and Uncle Gao, his life has undergone earth-shaking changes, although he wants to be a mediocre person in the world, but the seven-day sword of stepping on the goose will not let him live in peace. If Uncle Gao hadn't died, let myself get along with him again, he was a man of deep affection and faithfulness, what would I say to him? Master Mu said that he was not witty or brave, but he himself bravely fell off the cliff with Canglong, could it be that he, an omnipotent god-like person, could not be like a servant of the Wutian? During this time, he shot many eagles and vultures and dried them into bacon, if one day he could see these people again, come, come, come, just invite you to eat fragrant wild game in the deep mountains, Xiao Mu must be happy to die.