"Boy, your swordsmanship is not yet proficient, and there is no chance of victory."

Zhang Liang is facing an unprecedented strength, although he has seen a lot of master duels, but after all, others are fighting, if it is really replaced by himself, it is still a little stretched.

Zhang Liang's whole body was already covered with large and small scars, the old wounds had not healed, and new wounds had been added, and the red blood stains soaked through the snow-white clothes.

Zhang Liangqiang endured the pain and stood up, and suddenly heard a voice coming from the temple, and it was the old man who spoke.

"Ask your seniors for advice."

"The old man doesn't know martial arts, he doesn't dare to give advice, the swordsmanship is amazing, but he lacks internal strength. The old man passed you a set of formulas, and you should remember them. ”

"Senior, please speak."

"Cold through the ages, all things are especially quiet, the heart should be quiet, look at me alone, the heart and mind are one, the qi should follow each other, the interspersed phases, all changes are not shocked, no ignorance, no anger, no desire, no abandonment, no self."

"Thank you, senior."

Zhang Liang silently recited the mantra, and suddenly felt that the dantian was hot, and a pure breath came from the bottom up, reaching his heart. Although this mantra is only a few crosses, it is deeply hidden in the mystery of heaven and earth.

The night killer who was the enemy of Zhang Liang, seeing that Zhang Liang had been judging the two of them since he got the formula, his strength had also improved.

"I'm afraid it's too late. Now, even if it's a miracle, you can't escape death. ”

"I'm afraid not necessarily."

The killer turned his head to look, only to see a one-armed old man covered in blood, holding a sword in his left hand and a human head on the tip of the sword, slowly walking towards them. Its face was hideous and terrifying, as if it had returned from hell.

As Zhang Xiong killed the enemy in front of him, the surrounding area fell into a deathly silence. It turned out to be among the woods, again

The old man threw the man's head on the ground and said to the killer, "Fifty-eight people in the night are dead except for you. ”

Zhang Liang looked at the old man's arm that was still dripping blood, felt distressed, and said with tears in his eyes: "Uncle Lu......"

Uncle Lu patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the head on the ground and said to the night killer, "It's just a dark general, and he can actually have a grade of strength." The old man gave up an arm to kill him. ”

"The seniors have superb martial arts, and the juniors are invincible, but as a killer, you can't escape from the battle, the seniors please take action, you can die in the hands of the seniors, and the juniors ....."

Before Uncle Lu could make a move, he saw Zhang Xiong rush forward, raised him with both hands, and threw him out fiercely. This throw threw the man out for more than ten miles.

Seeing that he was still a man, Uncle Lu intended to let him go, and when he saw Zhang Xiong disposing of it like this, he didn't say much, but slowly walked into the temple with a sharp blade in his hand.

"Who the hell are you?" Uncle Lu asked, placing his sword on the old man's neck.

"The down-and-out people in the rivers and lakes, the frustrated people in the world, are not your enemies."

The old man is not afraid of danger with a sword, but he is calm in danger.

Lu Bo observed his extraordinary behavior, and when Zhang Liang was in danger, he taught him the mantra of the heart, knowing that he had no malicious intentions, but only a little temptation. Who knew that this person was so powerful that he was unmoved.

"Please forgive me for being rude."

"You and I had a one-sided relationship many years ago, and we can be regarded as old friends, and now we meet again, which can be regarded as a reunion after a long absence. You and I are the same age, if you don't give up, how about calling Brother Zhuge a name? ”

"Please ask the name of the next step."

"The old man's surname is Pei, he has retired to the rivers and lakes for many years, and his original name has long been forgotten,"

"Brother Pei, I'm glad to meet you."

Uncle Lu put his sword into the sheath, and he could still talk and laugh freely despite the severed arm. Then he slowly sat down against the wall, gasping loudly.

"Uncle Lu, I'll heal your wounds first." Zhang Liang looked at Uncle Lu's dripping shoulders and said anxiously.

Huang Shigong is a talented person who has passed through the heavens and latitudes, not only proficient in recognizing people's faces, the art of war, and the art of emperors, but also a doctor and astrology, all of which are known.

Uncle Lu has been walking the rivers and lakes all year round, and he has already sealed the key points around his body, but the top priority is to stop the bleeding first. Zhang Liang gave half of the healing pill developed by the teacher to Uncle Lu, and half crushed it and smeared it on the wound.

Although Huang Shigong's medicine is not a miracle medicine, it is not bad, and after taking it, Uncle Lu's body has improved. After taking the medicine, he fell into a deep sleep.

He may be too tired, during this time, he first traveled to the East China Sea, experienced two fierce battles, and almost died in a battle with Situ Jingluo, and then fought hundreds of miles to find Zhang Liang's whereabouts, and in order to protect Zhang Liang, he did not hesitate to give up an arm.

"Wudang's peerless talent, the leader of Xuanmen's cultivation, did not hesitate to give up cultivation for you. It's a song. The old man surnamed Pei said.

"The grace of the seniors to teach and help each other, the younger generations are unforgettable."

"You just gave him the Nine Transformation Creation Pill, Huang Shigong, this old guy can give you this elixir, which proves that he values you very much."

"Seniors know the family teacher?"

"It's not just acquaintance, when I was drunk with Huang Shigong on the East China Sea for three days and three nights, that old guy accepted a good apprentice, you, you are much stronger than those two elm heads."

The old man talked about the East China Sea with great interest, and after getting drunk, the two met with swords, and the whole East China Sea was shocked.

Two people, two swords.

A sword is dark, and a sword is sad.

The cold and swishing dark clouds change, and there is no shadow and no yellow sand.

The sword qi stretched for 80,000 miles, and the waves went straight to the nine heavens.

Let's talk about the heavens:

Haotian pinched his fingers to view the way of heaven, and the three clearances were counted in the world.

thought that the rivers and seas of the Three Realms were tilted, but they were actually sword immortals in the world.

Let's talk about the sea:

Ao Guang can't hold the glass cup steadily,

Concubine Long can't lift the golden hairpin.

If the Yaksha loses its direction, it will be difficult to find the shrimp soldiers and crabs.

The dragon girl was busy looking for her husband, and the princess was in a hurry to find the horse.

The third prince closed the door to thank the guests, and the turtle prime minister hid his head and tail.

Admiral Lu panicked, and Captain Lu was helpless.

The general was frightened, and the mandarin Shaoqing fled in a hurry.

The carp general soldier lost his soul and fell into despair, and the eel wrestlers trembled.

Only stir that:

The treasures in the dragon king's palace are destroyed,

Everything is destroyed in the Crystal Palace.

Zhang Liang was thrilled when he heard it, and his heart gave birth to infinite worship, but he didn't expect the teacher's martial arts cultivation to be so profound. After three years of studying art, the teacher did not show martial arts, nor did he teach himself a trick and a half.

Thinking that the teacher is a hidden master, he must have his reason for doing this, could it be that he doesn't have the roots of martial arts? Doubts began to arise in Zhang Liang's conscience.

"The seniors haven't said yet, how about this victory?"

The old man surnamed Pei sighed and said: "At that time, the two of us were of equal strength, and the battle was divided for three days and three nights, and if we continue like this, we will both die of exhaustion." At that time, the old man was young and vigorous, and his heart for victory and defeat was too heavy, but Huang Shigong was dedicated to mysticism, and his mentality was much calmer than that of the old man. In order to make a truce between the two sides, he wanted to defeat the old man by half a move. But the old man was red-eyed, and he didn't know Huang Shigong's hard work, and a sword pierced his chest. After seeing the blood, the old man suddenly woke up. ”

"The predecessors were high-spirited back then, so they were young heroes. I'm afraid that at that time, the teacher also gave birth to a heart of love for talents, so he did not hesitate to damage his cultivation and lose at the hands of his predecessors."

"Yes, your master's mind is beyond the reach of the old man, and many years later, the old man learned that since the first battle of the year, the meridians of Huangshi Gong have been damaged, and he can no longer recover the posture of heaven and man, and it is difficult to cultivate an inch."

"I see." Zhang Liang couldn't help but sigh.

"The old man insisted on going his own way, which harmed Huang Shigong's life, and the old man is ashamed."

"The predecessors don't have to be like this, although the teacher failed to make a difference in martial arts, he turned to study the art of the emperor and finally succeeded. Heaven and earth, and even in future generations, who does not know the name of Huangshi Gong. ”

"You say this to enlighten the old man. But the old man is already this age, and the grievances and grievances at that time have long since disappeared, and later he saw Huang Shigong again, and met with a smile and hatred, and there were no regrets in this life. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes and stopped talking, Zhang Liang looked at the already asleep, leaning on the shrine and closing his eyes to recuperate.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, when Zhang Liang woke up, he was the only one left in the temple, and when he walked out of the temple gate, he only saw Uncle Lu alone, standing in a daze, looking at the sword in his hand in a daze.

"Forberta ......."

Two people went, one person returned, from the time he saw Lu Boti sword returning, Zhang Liang had some premonitions, but he didn't dare, and he couldn't bear to think like this.

"Dead .. It's over...," said Uncle Lu, gritting his teeth.

Zhang Liang listened to the events on the battlefield, it turned out that when he was unconscious, so many things had happened, and his relatives were leaving him one by one.

The friendship between the two elders for him, although most of them is to repay his grandfather's kindness, but they also have feelings of pity for him. Uncle Lu comforted himself because he was afraid that he would take this kindness to heart and become a burden.

After a few moments, his mood calmed down a little, and his heart was full of gratitude as he looked at the one-armed old man.

"Thank you Uncle Lu for saving me, my life's cultivation will be ruined, Zhang Liang is ashamed."

"Then Old Man Pei led Zhang Xiong to find something to eat, he should be back soon, I'll go see them." A hint of discomfort flashed in Uncle Lu's eyes, and he was about to leave in a hurry.

"Uncle Lu, in your life, you have worked hard for the Zhang family, and Zhang Liang has nothing to repay. After this incident, Uncle Lu can return to Wudang. ”

Uncle Lu stopped, sighed and said: "Childe doesn't need to say thank you, Xiangye is as kind to the two of us, if it weren't for him, the old slave would have died a long time ago, and now, it can be regarded as a reward." The life of the old slave was saved by Xiangguo, not to mention an arm, even if he gave up this life, it would be difficult to repay it. ”

Among the three of Fu Shoulu, Fu Bo is calm, and Shou Bo is humorous and witty. Only Uncle Lu is silent, more like a cold-blooded killer. It is not easy to say such affectionate words.

"I have Zhang Xiong's guards by my side, and my life is safe."

"Protecting the son is the mission of the old man, and the old man can't leave."

"Uncle Lu, in this world, I have only one relative left for you.... If something happens to you again, you let Zhang Liang deal with himself. ”

"Anyway, ....., old slave... Obey the orders of the childe. ”

Uncle Lu talked about what he saw and heard on the battlefield that day, and when he heard that Fu Bo was dead, Zhang Liang couldn't help crying.

The friendship between the two elders for him, although most of them is to repay his grandfather's kindness, but they also have feelings of pity for him. He knew that the reason why Uncle Lu didn't say it was because he was afraid that he would take this kindness to heart and become a burden.