Zong Yang didn't know what the word "war" meant in the meditation world, looking for Mu Tian to solve his doubts, that guy only replied mysteriously, you will naturally understand in the future, and look at the expression of envy, jealousy and hatred. He had to gradually practice the word "war" one day at a time, but Mu Tian nodded for no reason: "Three thousand weak water comes one by one, and the farts have to be put one by one, but if the corn is gnawed one by one, it will be boring." ”

Zong Yang was able to understand it at one point, and sure enough, when he cultivated five "war" characters in one day, he was ecstatic, but three days later, when he cultivated twenty "war" words in one go, he only felt bland.

"Boy, add a hundred and a hundred a day, it's almost over, don't pull out the seedlings to help them grow." Mu Tian floated by like a gust of wind, and the god babbled and dropped a sentence.

Zong Yang smiled slightly, knowing that Mu Tian was teaching and cultivating, but he replied helplessly: "Big brother, it's no longer risky to add five hundred a day these days. ”

"What if you venture in?" Mu Tian's sword eyebrows couldn't help twitching.

"Add a thousand a day." Zong Yang is actually a bit conservative.

"Just like I just farted." Mu Tian pretended to dust off the peach blossoms, glanced up at the sky, and floated away gently.

With the same cultivation, Zong Yang has always been able to endure his temperament, and in his leisure time, he listened to the news that Mu Tian brought back from the mountain, and half a decade later, Mu Tian held his sword and shouted to Zong Yang, who was about to go to the eagle's beak boulder.

In the center of the courtyard, Zong Yang frowned slightly, because the sword in Mu Tian's arms was actually his.

"Come, you've read the corners of the page in your book of "Guiyi Sword Technique", let's play a few tricks today." Mu Tian threw away his sword, moved himself, and leaned against the door.

Seeing that the sword was thrown, Zong Yang didn't have time to explain that he couldn't use the sword with his own strength, so he could only give up and take it with both hands.

However, the sword was grabbed by Zong Yang with both hands, not moving at all, he let go of his right hand in disbelief and grabbed the sword with one hand!

"Boy, that trillion flames of the sun are exactly what turns your body into trillions of particles, and the birth of each battle word shows that the particles in your body have gotten rid of the qi of death yin and regained their lives." Mu Tian shook the wine gourd and said.

Zong Yang's face was indifferent, this is the cultivation of the mind, and freezing three feet is not a day's cold, he is like a bridge, he has already experienced a hundred years of wind and rain, ushering in this moment of life, not sad, not happy, accidental, inevitable.

The sword body slowly came out of the sheath, and the sword moves in the previous part of the "Guiyi Sword Technique" were about to come out in his mind, the corners of Zong Yang's mouth were raised, and the word "war" on the magic pattern on his right hand was inspiring, "Qiang-", and the long sword finally came out.

The nineteen styles were completed in one go, the sword chant had already passed away with the wind, Zong Yang put the sword in his hand, in addition to the heart was still beating, only the dust flying in the broken courtyard witnessed his chrysalis coming out.

"There is such a swordsmanship in the small road gate, don't bury it." Mu Tian praised softly, then looked up at the blue sky and said, "Boy, let's go down the mountain today." ”

……

This time down the mountain, Mu Tian deliberately asked Zong Yang to bring a sword, and the two did not step down the steps, but jumped down from the side of the cliff on the top of Tiantai Mountain, and this jump was thirty miles.

This time, there was no ox cart to ride, the two walked leisurely on the ridge path, surrounded by pieces of mud to be plowed, insects chirping endlessly, a big buffalo turned its head to look at them, and there was a small wildflower on the horns.

"Boy, it's good, it's like the first time I jumped off the Baizhang Cliff with my master, and my legs were so weak that I couldn't stand." Mu Tian praised.

"Big brother, I closed my eyes." Zong Yang replied calmly.

“……”

Mu Tian was in pain for a moment, then turned the page and asked, "You said that there is a stray little wild cat on the side of the road that is in danger, do you want to save it?" ”

"Save." Zong Yang did not hesitate.

Zong Yang's answer was all within Mu Tian's expectations, he put the long sword on his shoulder, took a sip of the soil of this time, quietly glanced at Zong Yang, and said to himself: "The way of the world is divided into the world, and most of the cultivators cultivate the way of the world, which is in line with heaven and earth, and leads to yin and yang, which is a ruthless avenue." And cultivating into the world is like a mud bodhisattva passing through the sea of seven emotions and six desires, and it is difficult to protect himself. I am a land fairy in charge of a little wild cat, and it is inevitable that I will enter the world too deeply. ”

The first time Zong Yang heard about the way of being born and entering the world, there was something unclear, but this was not the point, he never thought that Mu Tian also had such a mother-in-law, so he asked directly: "Big brother, who are you going to save this time?" ”

Mu Tian smiled heartily, this little brother is so wise, he is talking in circles purely asking for trouble, he cleared his throat and said: "I was framed, the whole clan was slaughtered, and I embarked on the road of revenge alone." ”

"I'll save it." Zongyang is colorful.

"Oh?" Mu Tian feigned surprise.

"You took me down the mountain, and let me bring a sword, and said that the way of birth and entry into the world is not clear at a glance." Zong Yang's shoulders loosened, making the black jacket opener, and a drop of sweat on his chest slid down, and now his body could feel the heat.

……

Coming to the largest hook fence in Yicheng again, Zong Yang finally saw the signboard clearly, and it turned out that this place was called the Red Sleeve Building.

The old bustard went out to greet the guests in the same way, and when she saw the two of them, she directly pasted it towards Mu Tian, because she could smell the gold on Mu Tian's body.

"Two masters!"

The old bustard was just about to open his mouth to flatter, but he was gagged by a large ingot of gold, and Mu Tian and Zong Yang had already passed by.

At the door, the warbler and the swallow flower branches were spreading, and through this gentle wall, Zong Yang only felt that the fragrance of rouge on the black jacket was strong, and he stepped on the red brocade carpet of fifty steps and came to the front of the stage.

The light-status guests crowded around the periphery, all of them stretched their necks to drill in, the Adam's apple slid down, and they were swallowing saliva. Those who threw gold and silver sat leisurely in front of the stage, and the wine girl waited, Mu Tian did not take Zong Yang to the private room on the second floor, but sat in the front row under the guidance of a small servant.

In the center of the front row, there is a white-faced boy sitting alone, his facial features are not surprising, but he has his own grace, his hands are pinching the handle of the mahogany chair, and the black ring on his right index finger is not an ordinary color, presumably a nobleman of a certain mansion. Behind him stood one person on the left and one on the left, and on the left was an old butler, kind and kind-eyed, ordinary could not be more ordinary, only standing with a sword in his arms. On the right is a reckless man, with a horizontal muscle exposed under the tight clothes, bald head and leopard eyes, two ears with large gold rings, and his hands pressed on two tiger skin knives.

On the stage, it is still the woman who dances the sword, but today is a little different, dressed in white clothes and clear, with a plain face and no makeup, only eyebrows, but there is another beautiful weather. The sword she danced today was also different, with red silk wrapped around her hands and the end of the sword.

Mu Tian drank drunk, while Zong Yang sat and looked at the sword without blinking.

"There are too many flaws in her sword moves." Zong Yang said bluntly.

The surroundings of the stage were silent because of the admiration of the woman's sword dance, Zong Yang's words were like a fart in an elegant place, which seemed out of place and annoying, and immediately aroused cold eyes, even the woman on the stage heard it, and couldn't help but look at Zong Yang, mixed with a trace of disdain. Only the white-faced boy cast a surprised look and nodded appreciatively.

"People are selling appearances, not art, so why should the kid be serious." Mu Tian bumped Zong Yang's shoulder, signaled to silence him, and then smiled at the cold-eyed people around him to show forgiveness.

Zong Yang took the wine glass and drank it all, after the cultivation of Mu Tian's wine gourd these days, he already had a small amount of alcohol, which would lower his voice and say: "With her strength, she really can't kill the person in the audience." ”

Since Mu Tian said that he wanted to save people, looking at this huge hook column, who else could there be besides this woman with the eighth beautiful legs, so Zong Yang knew at a glance.

Mu Tian drank the wine in the cup and smiled meaningfully: "You are half right, in fact, the people on the stage are deliberately clumsy, but the ones under the stage are even more yellow finches." ”

The murderous machine on and off the stage was surging, but there was obviously a lively atmosphere in front of her, the woman slashed down at this time, turned around and looked at the moon with a sword, which caused a burst of applause from the audience, and the pianist on the stage suddenly accelerated with ten fingers, and the song was sonorous and urgent.

"The next fourth sword is a killer move." Mu Tian seemed to understand the woman's sword moves very well, and he broke through in one word.

When the song is at its climax, the woman is like a blooming white lotus, her free eyes finally fall on the face of the white-faced son, and the long sword bursts out of the air with the intention of killing.

The long sword could see blood in the blink of an eye, but there was a figure, but it was appropriately blocked in the middle, an incompatible black jacket, and a handsome and pale face.

Seeing that it was impossible to succeed in the assassination, the woman pulled Hongling between the electric lights and flints, and the long sword hurriedly returned, and the idlers who could not see the killing intent in the field clapped their hands and cheered, and the Tao was a very brilliant sword.

The woman glanced at Zong Yang resentfully, without showing a trace, and at the end of the song, she had no choice but to put away her sword and compose.

The bald man in the audience let go of his hands holding the hilt of the knife, and remained silent, still like an iron tower, and the old butler just smiled kindly, only the white-faced boy grinned at the corner of his mouth, staring at Zong Yang gloomily.

Zong Yang was caught in the middle, and both on and off the stage were resentful, but this move, Mu Tian called it a good strategy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after the sword dance of the sunken fish girl today, I don't know who would like to have a good time with her tonight?" The bustard took the stage at the right time to cheer for her biggest business of the night.

Merry people pity the fragrance and cherish the jade to talk about elegance, no matter where the hook column Qinglou, but all the Oiran head brand, basically do not do the meat business, only sell talent and color, even in front of the power of the government and the opposition of the dignitaries or a certain power of the tyrant, this is an unwritten rule, everyone also respects it.

The audience was about to compete for money, but the old housekeeper in the front row turned around and smiled, but the leopard-eyed reckless man looked around fiercely with a knife, and they were so frightened that they didn't even dare to let go of a fart.

"Me." Zong Yang replied lightly.

The woman named Shen Yu glared angrily, and the black-jacketed boy repeatedly prevented her from taking revenge, and the first sight left no good feelings, replaced by the urge to kill her with a sword.

The old bustard's eyes were bright, and the movements in the audience were clear, although he still had a smiling face, but he was also dissatisfied in his heart. A few days ago, these two people offended the biggest force in the city, and they were beaten up here, and now they have offended a white-faced son who is obviously a God of Wealth?!

"This little brother, Gui Geng?" The white-faced boy finally spoke, and his words were modest.

Zong Yang didn't pay attention to it, but still looked at Shen Yu, living without relatives and for no reason, he felt the same way for this fate, and it was inevitable that he felt pity.

"Old bustard, if this little brother is just here to look for flowers and willows, just arrange a skilled pretty girl for him, and all the expenses will be recorded on the head of the son, and if he is still a chick, you can seal a red envelope of two, hehe." The white-faced man said with a grin.

Haha –

These words caused a group of guys who didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere just now to laugh loudly, which can be regarded as finding a way to get angry.

Zongyang Gujing had no waves, but he just turned around, because the white-faced boy was sitting, but he looked down, and the latter was greatly shocked at a glance.

This is not a burst of murderous intent, but a pride!

"Angry?" The white-faced boy came to his senses and wanted to use words to win back a city.

Zong Yang still didn't answer a word.

"Huh." The white-faced boy's eyes shrank, and he said with a smile: "Little brother, if you want me to give you the Shenyu girl, you can have a drink." ”

The old housekeeper on the side had a tacit understanding of pouring wine for Zong Yang with one hand, and waved his hand with a smile, only to see that the wine in the cup was steaming with strange white gas, which dissipated in an instant.

Zong Yang glanced at Mu Tian, who was looking away, only his finger tapped on the table.

"Little boy, my young master is a bold person, and he should make a friend after this drink." The old butler said in harmony.

Zong Yang picked up the wine glass on the table, looked at the clear wine, and drank it all.

Seeing this, the white-faced boy had an inexplicable smile on his face, and he also drank a glass, and his lips gradually turned black for no reason.

Zong Yang only felt that this sip of wine was like countless blades, cutting his throat, and he had a sharp pain in his abdomen, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Huh." The corners of the white-faced man's mouth on both sides were raised at the same time, revealing his white teeth, and his expression was hideous and forgetful, as if he was looking at a corpse.

Zong Yang's brows gradually relaxed, the sharp pain of the knife cut was only for a moment, and the wine was poisonous, thinking of this, he looked at Mu Tian questioningly, who knew that Mu Tian was still looking away.

"Big brother must be able to guess that the wine is poisonous, is he betting that I have the qi of death in my body, and I am not afraid of poison? Also, this man also drank poisoned wine and his lips were black, why is he okay? Zong Yang's thoughts were chaotic, and what was reflected in his eyes was the stunned and funny face of the white-faced man.

"Young Master, let's go." The old housekeeper on the side actually took the initiative to speak, presumably his status was not as low as he thought.

"Humph!" The white-faced boy restrained his expression, and he listened to the old butler's words very much, so he got up and left.

Zong Yang watched the other party leave, but unexpectedly felt a strong wind behind him, the fragrance was fragrant, and a white figure jumped over, and when he landed lightly, the sword in his hand had shot out, dragging Hongling like a bloody crossbow.

When the sword had flown behind the white-faced man, Shen Yu could hardly suppress the hatred in his heart, and he was not afraid of exposure, so he shouted: "Die!" ”

Seeing the enemy leave, her mind was hot, and she was determined to give up her life.

The white-faced boy didn't move, and the bald man slashed out with lightning speed, and the sneak attack sword was instantly split and nailed to the top beam, trembling for a while.

"Qi-" Bai Liang Gongzi sneered and sank his face.

Seeing this scene, the idle people in the hall rushed with their heads in their arms, screaming everywhere, just like being caught by the tigress at home.

The bald man glanced at the old butler respectfully, and after understanding it, he smiled on his face, fiercer than a ghost, he put two fingers in his mouth, and blew a piercing whistle.

As soon as the whistle sounded, within a radius of 100 meters outside the hook fence, those ordinary people of all kinds suddenly stopped, and at this moment they could finally reveal their true identities, and drew their swords expressionlessly, frightening the real passers-by around them to run away.