Chapter 7: Why Does It Have to Be?

Ten years ago, in Guwang Village, a child sat opposite an old man, wiping his tears and looking at the old man in front of him nervously and excitedly. The old man also saw in his eyes that he was eager for follow-up. But instead of following the story in front of him, he glanced at the child mysteriously. Then he showed a strange smile, thought for a moment, and said with a tangled expression: "I want to continue to tell you, but this story can only be heard by children who dare to read here, and crying cowards are not allowed to listen to it." ”

The child looked at the strange old man in front of him, and then at the father next to him. He wiped his sleeve around his eyes and wiped the tears off his cheeks. Said viciously: "I'm not a coward, keep talking." ”

The child's actions amused his old father.

"Well, don't laugh ......"

Four years later.

The child has grown taller, and his little face has lost the milk of a few years ago. As he grows older, the child's curiosity is not satisfied with the story of the overlord carrying the ding, and he is very yearning for martial arts. So he pestered the old man every day to tell him about martial arts.

But the old man never told him anything other than that he was born to be a human being. The child who ran into the wall from the old man looked at the rest of the village, but the others either didn't know anything about it, or they just saw it as if they were avoiding ghosts.

As a result, books became his last hope. But what is even more amazing is that he has read hundreds of books and has not found a single book about it.

In this process, I have read a lot of the words of the sage, what, "The gentleman does not know and does not refrain from it...... The literary quality is polite, and then the gentleman ...... The people do not stand without trust...... Rich and poor are not enough to move ...... Good as water......"

At this moment, the boy thinks that the outside world is the same as the world. Everyone gets along harmoniously, just like the uncles and aunts in Guwang Village.

After another two years, the boy passed the general corner, and he also read a lot of books, and he was still obsessed with martial arts, but at the same time, he also had a certain interest in reading. He found the words of the saints very interesting, but the words of the saints were sometimes contradictory, but they all had their own truth.

Later, when the boy reached the age of fifteen, the old man asked him which was better, martial arts or Wenling. The boy said it was all right. The old man asked him which one he would choose between the two.

He said he wouldn't choose, but he would choose ......

Hearing this answer, the old man also smiled and didn't say anything. Walked up to him and nodded at the center of his eyebrows, and immediately imprinted three blood techniques in his mind - Thousand Thunder, Jingyin, and Attracting Soldiers. He was given a book again, on which he wrote a few big characters in vigorous calligraphy - the record of the saint, and there were a few small characters next to it.

"Remember, if you want to choose one day let me know." Leaving this sentence, the old man went up to the attic and continued to watch the loss of time, people coming, and the fragrance of the future of the world.

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The past of the boy is gone with the wind, and the present of the boy is with the wind. The past may be infinitely beautiful, but he has to face the future.

On the sacrificial platform of Qingyang Mountain, the boy who was killed by three arrows has not yet woken up. The young man who called himself the king of Hades was already under siege.

At the beginning, the young man used a bloody technique to throw stones, keeping many bandits out of the altar, and with absolute domineering and unrivaled skills, he occupied an absolute advantage.

But the young man is still young after all, and Jiang Ziwen secretly let the four monks who entered the Holy Realm of the Four Realms perform a joint blood technique-Wupo. You can't break everything without breaking, but you can only break the ring formation. And there is almost no solution, the only solution can only be solved at the cost of sacrificing one's own qi and blood and falling into the realm.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, let alone more than four. Seeing that the giant black axe formed by the unbroken condensation was about to hit the Thousand Soul Array, he had to make a choice, although the person in front of him had never met him, but since he had promised that if this person showed signs of resurrection, he would definitely bring him back.

Young people never call themselves gentlemen, but they never lose their words. Life and death are not worth a promise, not to mention the risk of blood and realm falling. So the young man calmly took the blow. Most of the blood and qi are consumed, and it almost hurts the origin. Fortunately, thanks to his trials on the Seven Netherworld Battlefield, the Four Realms of Sainthood has reached the pinnacle and has never fallen.

Seizing the opportunity in front of them, the bandits prepared their posture and rushed up, ready to annihilate them. But they still overestimated themselves, and the three Four Realm monks who rushed to the front quickly came to this battlefield after Jiang Ziwen conveyed the order.

They all sacrificed their strong blood techniques, and they all wanted to pocket this human head, so that it could be used as a bargaining chip to invite merit to Jiang Ziwen. But what they never expected was that the three of them together still hadn't survived three moves in the hands of this seriously injured young man.

Although he was seriously injured, the young man still quickly broke through the menacing attack with the momentum of thunder, and stood proudly in front of the Thousand Souls Array with the gold and silver double dragon in his hand.

Looking at this young man who couldn't be attacked for a long time, and then looking at Li Zhenguan, who was about to be resurrected in the middle of the Thousand Soul Array, Jiang Ziwen's heart became more and more anxious, he had to solve this trouble quickly, otherwise, he might really see the future of the destruction of the bandits on Qingyang Mountain from these two teenagers.

After some deliberation in his heart, a new poisonous plan appeared in his mind. The reason why it is said to be a poisonous plan is because all the previous actions against Li Zhenguan and the poisonous plan against this young man were designed by him, and I have to say that it is wonderful.

Gently leaving the ground, avoiding the young man's gaze, he quickly moved in the air. A new formation was born, and then he shouted, "Wait for you to get back to your place!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the three Four Realms monks who had been fighting with the youth before returned to their positions. The three of them and Jiang Ziwen slapped him on the chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and turned into a blood mist. Gathered in the center of the formation, and then transformed into a golden lion and slaughtered towards the youth.

This time, the young man felt more death from the lion than he had ever encountered before. At the last minute, he could only use what he saved his life. Throw out the gold and silver double dragon in his hand, turn into a gold dragon, a silver dragon, and the lion had a good fight before breaking it up, and then the double dragon also dispersed, turned into two gongs and fell to the ground, making a sonorous sound.

This blow has completely knocked out the young man, the young man is a good man, but the good man can't stand a pack of wolves that will blow up.

Jiang Ziwen and the others also felt this excellent opportunity, and without the slightest hesitation, the four of them quickly flew to the young man's side. They all sacrificed blood techniques, wanting to take this opportunity to kill the young man with one blow.

However, they may have been oppressed by the youth for too long, and they did not even notice that there was an extra breath in the field.

Indeed, people are often like this, in the last step towards success, because they think they have won and fall short.

Li Zhenguan returned from the underworld, experienced this catastrophe, and entered the holy consummation of the four realms!

"Retreat." There was a light sound, but everyone retreated a hundred steps, and just now, the four of them seemed to feel the power of the sky, unable to move, and then obediently retreated involuntarily.

Li Zhenguan came to the young man, "Brother Ren, I don't know the name of the honorable surname, the grace of saving my life, I can't repay it." As he spoke, he injected blood qi into the young man's body. Then the young man also recovered little by little, and in the end, most of his blood and qi recovered.

"My name is bad, I didn't save your life, I just redeemed my promise." The voice was cold. It's worthy of my arrogant bad brother.

The two stood up and looked at Jiang Ziwen and the others, as if the time for the decisive battle had arrived.

Just when Wu Hao was about to step forward to fight again, he was pulled by Li Zhenguan. Then with a serious face, he straightened the hair that had been touched by the feathered arrow. Slowly, he said, "They're mine." ”

Seeing the actions of the person in front of him, Wu Wei retreated, according to common sense, he would not retreat, but this time he did so. He felt the extraordinaryness of this teenager. After all, since ancient times, there have been people who can enjoy the Thousand Souls Array.

"Your name is Jiang Ziwen?" The young man raised his eyes and looked at the embarrassed old man.

"Yes, though, how do you know?"

"I traveled to Hades, and the Hades gave me a technique - to know the past three thousand bells."

"That's good." The old man looked at Li Zhenguan with a cruel smile.

"Don't worry, I'll show you better later. But before that, do you have to pay a little price for your means? ”

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