How strong is a Dihuang Sect?

Zong Yang sat under the red maple tree, looking at the entire Chunfeng Street, and then looked far away, passing the rows of houses, and above was the blue sky.

Yuan Ben was still sleeping in the Taoist temple, and the puppy was sitting under the red maple tree playing alone, Zong Yang retracted his gaze and looked at the "Huang Yin Zhenren on the Creation of Sword Intent" on the table, this strange book has been read carefully, what is the realm after the sword intent? This Huang Yin real person said that it was a sword soul.

For the sword and sword intent, Huang Yin Zhenren has an in-depth explanation, Zong Yang savored it, and felt that every sentence was like a golden jade good word, which not only made Zong Yang have a more perfect understanding of the sword and sword intent, but also made Zong Yang have a kind of experience of entering the hall completely. However, this made Zong Yang extremely conflicted, on the one hand, he doubted whether he would go astray and go mad, after all, it was just a book sold at a street stall, and on the other hand, he was greatly impressed and agreed with the content of the book, if Huang Yin Zhenren had not cultivated into the sword and sword intent, how could he say a thing or two? It's a pity that Mu Tian is not here, otherwise at least some clues can be seen.

As for the sword soul, Huang Yin Zhenren said: People have three souls, the main soul, the awakening soul and the living soul. The main soul is the same as life, and the talent of understanding is its appearance. The awakening soul is the divine consciousness, peeking inside and out, and resonating with the aura of heaven and earth. In the main body of the soul, the palmar marrow, bones, muscles, flesh, veins and skin grow, and the meridians and meridians of the pregnancy acupoints are created. The sword intent comes from the main soul, but the mind and the soul are different from the sun and the moon, and the soul is above the mind, so there is a conclusion that there is a realm after the sword intent.

This thorough remark made Zong Yang step into an unknown new world, if the three souls are true, then this book is a little more credible.

However, what is disappointing is that the entire "Huang Yin Zhenren on Sword Intent Creation" is only an inference about the sword soul, that's all, whether it can be cultivated into a sword soul has become unknown, at least Huang Yin Zhenren has not cultivated it in his life.

"There is no end to the road." Zong Yang smiled slightly.

This reminded Zong Yang of a sentence that Tianjiu learned from watching "The Legend of Zhu Daxian" recently, which made perfect sense, which said: "The world is like a pond like a fish, if you don't believe that there are fish in the pool, how can you eat the fish you want?" ”

The puppy walked over, with a simple and slightly dark little face, towards Zong Yang, and asked, "Uncle, I have a question." ”

Zong Yang has gladly accepted this voice.

"Ask."

"No one comes to buy Taoist talismans, and my uncle can't make any money, so why don't you change your business?"

It seems that even this kid can't stand the bleakness of the stall, Zong Yang replied truthfully: "Puppy, it's not that you do everything for money. ”

The puppy scratched his head and didn't understand that in his world, everything was about money. It takes silver to buy a good house, it takes silver to eat, drink and live, and my father fights and kills at the east gate to earn silver, and even my father needs silver to marry his mother-in-law.

After saying nothing for a while, Zong Yang began to draw the Dao talisman, while the puppy sat on Yuan Ben's low stool, kicked his legs and began to play with a copper coin.

Yesterday, a person died on Chunfeng Street, and no one cares about the cause. The one who died was a middle-aged man, and another middle-aged man cut his neck with a kitchen knife, and the blood sprayed into a mist and scattered copper coins all over the ground. The puppy was sharp-eyed, and found that it was a copper coin, so he ran over to pick it up as soon as possible, Zong Yang persuaded a dead man's bad luck, and promised to exchange it for his copper coin, but the puppy was reluctant to throw it away.

The puppy played with the copper coin that the dead man had picked up, and his thumb flicked up vigorously, and the copper coin flipped in the air and landed on the back of the puppy's hand, covering it with his other hand.

"Uncle, heads or tails?"

Zong Yang casually replied "Positive", and the puppy lifted his hand, showing a tiger tooth and smiled: "Uncle, it's wrong!" ”

The puppy bounced the copper coin again, and a fly flew in a boring way, and the harmful puppy did not pay attention to catch the copper coin, and the copper coin fell to the ground and rolled forward.

The puppy jumped off the low stool to chase, hurriedly chased a long way, was about to pick up, but was kicked under the ribs, on the ground painfully rolled over, although angry to get up, but first to pick up the copper coin, and so hold the copper coin before looking up, only to see a tall figure covering the sky.

This is a black-clothed monk, the open placket reveals the big vermilion swastika tattooed on the chest, a string of big gold Buddha beads hanging around his neck, and a ghost face is pierced on the top of his head, hiding the ring scar, the original delicate face has become bewitching because of the purple and black lips, and the eyes are even more angry, and there is a big ring knife on his waist.

Without any scruples, the monk lowered his eyebrows and stepped out angrily, making a gesture to trample the puppy to death.

The puppy panicked, and when the soles of the monk's boots were only an inch away from his body, a gust of wind hit his face, and he was vigorously dragged away.

Zong Yang rescued the puppy in the electric light, because the speed was extremely fast, after Zong Yang stopped, the strong wind blew his clothes and raised a piece of dust under his feet.

The monk turned his head with a gloomy face and looked at Zong Yang on his side.

Zong Yang walked indifferently to the stall with the puppy in his arms, the corners of the monk's mouth were raised, his hands were folded, and he bowed his head and said, "Amitabha." ”

Zong Yang put down the puppy and motioned for him to hide under the red maple tree.

The monk's right hand suddenly held the handle of the ring knife behind his back, and his murderous intent was revealed, and the blade instantly slashed through the scabbard, and a knife intent containing the swastika slashed obliquely towards Zong Yang.

Zong Yang has always used his divine sense to be vigilant against the monk's movements, and this slashing is fierce and fierce, but he expects the enemy to dodge and dodge it first. The sword slashed through the long table, ploughed through the ground, and finally sank deep into the ground, creating a deep ravine.

Suddenly, the Dao Fu flew messily, and the book "Huang Yinzhen on Sword Intent Creation" fell to the ground along with the pen inkstone, and the large group of people who were standing nearby to watch the play avoided it in fear.

Zong Yang has already sacrificed no anger, the sword is in his hand, he took advantage of the monk's previous foot to point to the ground, dodged and bullied the other party, the sword and the knife instantly exchanged blows, and at the same time, the sword intent containing the battle word and the sword intent containing the swastika were on top of each other.

The puppy is clever and runs away from home.

The next moment, he didn't slash the ring knife.

The monk is a head taller than Zong Yang, although he has the element of support, but whether it is strength or sword intent, he does fall behind.

The ring knife broke through the air and flew out along the Spring Breeze Street, and it was too late for the monk to return even if he could do so.

Zong Yang hadn't completely moved his murderous intent, but the monk stepped on the ground with both feet and retreated, and at the same time turned his hands into knives, and slashed each one after another out of thin air, and actually slashed out the swastika knife intent!

"What?!"

Zong Yang was extremely shocked, and hurriedly blocked the sword intent without anger.

The monk opened his right arm, and the ring knife flew back into his hand.

"Who's making trouble!" Listening to book reviews in the ancient style teahouse, Tianjiuhuo rushed to the fire.

The monk put away the sword, Zong Yang had not yet lost his shock, Tianjiu looked at it fixedly, and shouted: "Yan Naluo, why are you coming to our east gate?!" ”

When the puppy who ran away saw that Daddy had appeared, he hurriedly ran back and shouted, "Daddy, that monk is going to kill me!" ”

"Dare to kill my godson of the hall master of the Spring Breeze Hall?!" Tianjiu rushed to the monk in a rage, although he was a little shorter than the monk, but his momentum was not lost at all.

The monk who only said Amitabha Buddha had already stopped speaking, and pressed his right hand to the hilt of the sword.

"You dare!" Tianjiu was not stupid, and hurriedly threatened: "You can kill me, but can you get out of the east gate?!" ”

The monk's forehead was bruised, and he finally withdrew and left.