This is the first thunder of the year.

"Boom ......"

The spring thunder is rolling and endless.

It was as if there was a huge rock rolling through the sky.

The swordsman's brows furrowed more and more, and he glanced into the coffin behind him several times, and then looked at the person at the door.

The Taoist is not very old, and he seems to be about the same as him.

Of course, he looks much younger than him.

There was a bonfire in front of him, as if he wanted to save some firewood, but it was not burned very much, a bamboo cane, and a quilt bag full of luggage. There is a cloth pocket sewn on the quilt bag, and the cloth pocket contains a three-flowered cat, this three-flowered cat is what he saw at the Liuzhou conference a few days ago, and it looks beautiful, and now he pokes his head out of the cloth pocket, tilting his head and staring straight at himself.

I knew a few days ago that this person is not ordinary.

When I entered the door, although it was very dark, I still vaguely saw a swallow in the bird's nest on the eaves. There were also swallows in the sky a few days ago, and swallows are rare in this season.

Then I saw the man put his hand into the quilt bag, as if to take something.

The swordsman's eyes narrowed slightly, until he saw that all he took out were two steamed buns and some wild fruits, then he relaxed a little, but with the movement of the Taoist, he saw a pair of shoes in the quilt bag again-

It is a very small pair of women's shoes, and there is wear.

This Taoist priest traveled alone, only brought a cat, a great bird, and a pair of girls' shoes.

Anyway, something is wrong, something is very wrong.

However, although the swordsman has a pair of keen eyes, he also knows the truth that "the rivers and lakes don't ask him about personnel, and he will die a lot of idle things". No matter how good you are, as long as you are nosy, most of you will not die well. If it weren't for the continuous movement in the coffin behind him, he wouldn't have bothered to ask, or even bother to talk to him, tomorrow morning when the sky is bright, the sky is big, who knows whom?

"Boom!"

The coffin shook again.

This time it's particularly noticeable.

The swordsman looked at the Taoist in front of him, only to see him pinching the steamed bun close to the fire, and his eyes were also staring intently at the fire, as if he was concentrating on waiting for the steamed bun to be hot, and he was unaware of the movement in the house.

"Sir."

"How?"

"Do you hear movement in the coffin?"

"I hear you."

"Why is the gentleman so calm?"

"Because I already knew."

"Could it be that this matter has something to do with the sir?"

"Huh?"

Song You looked up at the swordsman: "You and I are both mountain pedestrians, passing by by by chance, staying here at night, why do you think it has something to do with me?" ”

“……”

The swordsman's expression eased slightly: "I was presumptuous, but how did Mr. know that he would get up?" ”

"Today is a sting."

"What's so important?"

"Frightened, spring thunder moves, anger bursts out, wake up all things, stings are born, demons and ghosts throb. If there is an evil thing about to be born at this time, it may be awakened by the thunder, and if there is a demon who has done evil things, it will also be frightened and confused under the thunder, and the two will run out at this time, and they will be killed by the thunder. Song You looked at him lightly, "Yin Qi is accumulating here, and the person in the coffin may be awakened." ”

"I see......"

The swordsman squinted his eyes and thought about it, and made a judgment, so he clasped his hands into fists to show apology and respect: "Sir is knowledgeable, I admire him." ”

"It's not that I'm knowledgeable, but I just know it before my feet, and now I know it too?"

"Wonderful!"

"Terrible now?"

"Heh......"

After listening to what he said, the young swordsman relaxed, only continued to sit, put the long sword in front of his lap, and drank: "I often walk in the wilderness at night, often stay in the broken temple cemetery, I will always meet demons and ghosts, my pot of wine has also saluted a few mountain demons and gods, and this sword has also killed a lot of ghosts and evil things......"

The tone is chic and indifferent, and there is no fear at all.

Swordsmen naturally have to have a fearless heart.

At this moment-

"Boom!"

Another thunderclap rang out.

There was a muffled sound behind him, and the lid of the coffin fell to the ground, and a figure stood up from it.

I saw that he was half-dry and half-rotten, with a rickety figure, but his face was hideous, with dense teeth and steel swords, and bent claws and golden hooks, so that he looked like a terrifying evil thing.

Song You sat still, only turning his head to look at the swordsman.

The three-flowered cat shrank in her cloth pocket, poked out only one head, and followed him to look at the swordsman.

The flames crackled, casting ghosts on the wall.

The swordsman slowly stood up, shook his head and drew his sword.

"Cheng ......"

The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold was like frost.

When the evil creature sees the living, it is like the evil tiger sees the raw flesh, and immediately pounces on it with a low roar.

The swordsman understated and met him with his sword.

"Whew!"

Blood was splattered, and it was all bloody, black, and smelly.

Then the skull hit the ground, and the bones rolled on the ground.

“……”

The swordsman wields the stains on the sword with his hand.

The newly formed demon is powerful, but after all, it is a mortal body, and it is not iron, and ordinary swords are more difficult to cut at most, how can they withstand this swordsman with unique skills?

And at this time, strange things happened again.

The headless corpse did not fall to the ground, but still turned and faced him, and the head on the ground also rolled around, its mouth open and closed, and its eyes fixed on the swordsman and the Taoist.

"Alas......"

The swordsman sighed and shook his head, and stepped forward with his sword.

Just a moment—

A pile of rotten limbs and rotten flesh wriggled on the ground, and the chivalrous Dama Golden Knife sat on the bench where the coffin was placed, leaning back, holding a sword in one hand and wine in the other, and pouring his head up.

But seeing the lightning and thunder, shining the traces of the raindrops in the night, the wind and the grass were blowing, and he remained calm.

This is the style of the world's top swordsman.

No wonder the Liujiang River has never been defeated.

Song You suddenly realized something-

Maybe it was not himself who came here today and encountered this coffin, but the swordsman in front of him. I'm just just watching from the sidelines.

And this chic moment has been memorized by him.

At this time, the swordsman had finished drinking and turned to look at him:

"Sir, since you know that an evil thing has been born here, and you want to spend the night here, is it specially waiting for it here?"

"Sort of."

Song You came back to his senses at this time, and while answering his words, he picked up the bamboo cane and tapped it twice on the ground.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

The rotten limbs on the ground immediately stopped moving.

The swordsman suddenly stared again.

Whether it is rivers and lakes, temples, there are actually many strange people, and he has also seen people who exorcise demons and ghosts, including Buddhist masters and folk gentlemen, and their methods are different.

Some of them know some local methods, know what different demons are afraid of, and know how to deal with them. Some use cinnabar to draw symbols, which have different functions. Some will also recite a few mantras, use some small spells, and some will open the altar to invite the gods to invite the spirits to come up, in short, each has its own ability. As for which method is better, it actually depends more on personal attainment.

I've never seen it so easy.

It seems that he really just knocked on the ground twice with a bamboo cane, no incense and candles, no talismans, no mantras, and no clear wind and divine light, which seems to be very ordinary.

The swordsman couldn't help but look thoughtful.

At this moment, there was another noise in front of him, and all the stumps and flesh were on fire, emitting a foul stench.

In just a few breaths, it was burned clean.

"Good swordsmanship."

"Sir is also a good skill."

"I don't know where to learn?"

"It's inconvenient to disclose."

"I was presumptuous."

"Nothing." The swordsman waved his hand and continued, "Sir passed by this place and specially stayed to wait for it to appear, in order to take this opportunity to eliminate harm to the people?" ”

"Almost."

"But why didn't the gentleman start with it?"

"Because it may not wake up, the sound of stinging thunder only plays a catalytic role in waking up. If it wakes up and goes out of this door, the thunder will take it away, and all you need to do is keep it from running around. If it doesn't wake up, it will also be shocked by the power of thunder to disperse the yin qi, and it won't wake up after that, and death is great. Song You shook his head, "I'm thinking now, maybe it's not me who is waiting for it here, but you." ”

"What do you mean?"

"There is a destiny in the dark."

There was a sparse sound of rain outside.

Song You sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and stopped talking, only feeling the spiritual charm of this heaven and earth.

The swordsman sat back on the ground, also leaning against the wall and not moving.

But he didn't sleep with his eyes open.

The bonfire next to it has not been extinguished, although it is not close, but there is also a temperature coming, which dispels a little bit of the cold of the rainy night.

When the evil creature got up just now, the swallow outside flew up, hovering at the door, chirping, I don't know what to call, and then the evil creature ambushed it, and it disappeared again.

Now the man closed his eyes, except for the small pile of fire still burning, and only the three-flowered cat in his cloth pocket still poked its head out of it, and looked at him without blinking, as if he thought it was interesting to look at him, or maybe he couldn't find anything else to do.

"Boom ......"

Before you know it, the night outside the house has turned black into ink, thunder continues to fall, lightning hooks the heavens and the earth, wildly bifurcated, illuminating the outlines of the mountains, and also reflecting countless wind and rain. One after another, all of them were so close.

Sometimes the swordsman even felt that lightning fell on the doorway, or exploded overhead, striking the shadow of the eaves outside the door.

On the contrary, there are not many thunderbolts in the distance.

The young swordsman couldn't help but be suspicious for a while-

Could it be that there is yin qi here, so it has become the focus of this spring thunder? The thunder and lightning of the surrounding world are gathered here?

"Boom ......"

This thunder and lightning is really endless.

With such a heavenly might, what demon can bear it?

The swordsman seemed to be puzzled, as if he was thinking, and seemed to have a sense of the rapid and manic power between heaven and earth at this moment, and stared at the night outside for a while.

This is the first thunder of the four seasons of heaven and earth, as if it has been nurturing the whole winter, once it erupts, wrapped in unparalleled power and the momentum of awakening all things, but it is full of stamina and endless, not only has the destructive power to destroy everything, but also contains the vitality that inspires heaven and earth, which is really contradictory.

The contradiction is full of wonderful rhyme.

It seems to have understood, but it seems to have not.

Feeling kendo? It's really an ethereal thing.

The world's martial arts, fists and feet, kung fu, swords, guns, swords, halberds, nothing more than more practice, more fighting, more eating, diligence and hard work will improve, slack and tired will regress. Ethereal things are ethereal after all, and the perception of martial arts and kendo is unpredictable and difficult to find, and if you really want to catch it, you may not necessarily improve your fighting ability.

The swordsman had heard of the martial arts of his predecessors a hundred years ago, and every move and move was powerful, although such rumors always happened before they were untouchable, but he was willing to believe that it was true.

It's like the sword in your own hand—

Three years ago, when I first killed ghosts, the frost has not disappeared so far, but with the killing of ghosts again and again, layer by layer, although it has not become a divine weapon, it is easier and easier to kill demons and ghosts.

What else can't happen?

"Boom!"

The thunder seems to have become fierce, with a strong oppressive force, which makes people breathless, and the electric light is like frost and snow, and it is like a sword qi slashing in front of them, making people can't help but hold their breath.

The swordsman gradually frowned.

Where is there no thunder?

What year is not stung?

Why is the thunder so different tonight?

……

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