Ren Pingsheng did not immediately agree to be an apprentice of a hexagram seller. It's not that he doesn't cherish this "avenue opportunity", the question is, are there more people who have come to be his master recently?

These masters either send cowhides to coax or talk cowhides to coax, but so far, they have not revealed how much real ability they have at hand.

Of course, the one who strikes iron knows more about striking iron than himself, and he is still a little vague about the mysterious way of looking at qi, at least he doesn't feel much.

The duality of its own kendo is still a double. It's just that during this time, the old man in black made a move to feed the fist, the sword heart was more refined, and the realm was more complete, and the double bottleneck still did not appear.

I haven't even learned to sharpen my sword, so it's a real kung fu.

Today's kendo cultivation should be a little higher than his father's double underachievement.

As for this hexagram seller, the Tao number is also true, and the person is like his name, and it looks like it is both true and false.

Seeing that the young man was not interested, the Taoist was not in a hurry, and the characters in the rivers and lakes were all very talkative; Ren Pingsheng had already had the intention of escaping, but in the endless surging world of Taoists, he couldn't find a chance to escape.

Fortunately, at this time, the four junior brothers who had been busy in the house for most of the day suddenly ran out, and their steps were in a hurry.

"Done?" Ren Pingsheng asked.

"It's over, it's over. Let's go, senior brother, you have to hurry to the owner, or the big festival will start in a while. The fastest bud shouted.

"Dao Chief, when we come back, remember to talk about the finale. Huzi turned his head and shouted to Yizhen.

"Don't talk about it, my old man is not happy today. Yizhen turned his face aside.

When the bud cub heard this, he hurriedly stopped, "Tell me, old fairy, if you don't talk about it, the evil Jiao has been stirring in our hearts, and it is very uncomfortable." ”

Yizhen reached out and stroked the two sparse mustaches, and nodded, "Well, it seems to be happy." ”

A few boys, I don't care if the Taoist chief is happy enough to talk about the finale, so he hurriedly pulled the senior brother who just came out today and ran to the owner of the village.

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In fact, for Ren Pingsheng, it doesn't matter if he looks at the excitement of the Shenjiao public sacrifice or not. It's just that the little junior disciples are so coerced, and they just get out of the chattering Yizhen.

The scene of the public sacrifice is not small, on the altar of the owner, roast pigs and sheep, vegetables and fruits are fragrant; hundreds of people kneel down devoutly, the old patriarch recites the sacrificial text, and then there is a fireworks.

It's just that after the public sacrifice, watching the steps of the disciples evacuating the scene, they were even more hurried, thinking that they were really in the next excitement.

Not only a few junior brothers, but almost all the young people in the village, big and small, and even many adults in the flow of people, such as Ren Chongshan, the master of the school, and Ren Pingsheng's father, Ren Qiang, are all rushing to one direction, that is, the new stone bridge at the entrance of the village.

Ren Pingsheng became curious, "That old way, what finale do you want to talk about?"

Ren Changji walked briskly and explained to him: "He has been telling the story of the Mountain of No Return for the past few days, and today should be the finale." The old Tao was so wonderful that the people who listened to it suppressed a large group of people every day. Today's festival, it should be that many people want to go home to prepare for the sacrifice of the stove or something, and those who don't want to go, that may be the case. ”

Ren Pingsheng listened to it for a while, but since even his stuffy gourd father was so eager to take a look, it might as well go over and take a look first.

As soon as the hulala flow reached the bridge, it was like a raging river meeting a dam, and it stopped in an instant. Find your own place to sit or stand, in short, it is better to be as close to the bridge as possible.

Yizhen was already sitting under an old elm tree at the head of the bridge, and the moshasy boulder under his ass was obviously specially prepared for him.

Seeing that everyone was gathered and silent, Yizhen cleared his throat and began to tell the story.

"As mentioned last time, the sword saint Ren Fengshu, with his most powerful general Shang Kun, joined forces to fight with the chief of the demon clan, the god Jiao, for three years, and it was still difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat. That big battle really made the sky and the earth change color, and the sun and the moon were gone. ”

"When the sword master slashes out, it is thousands of miles of sword qi, opening up the world, and General Shang's sword slashing is five hundred miles of sword light, chopping waves and waves. ”

And the dragon is even stronger; with a flick of its tail, the wind can blow over thousands of miles of trees and houses, and wherever it passes, not a single grass grows. ”

"After three years of fierce fighting, I don't know how many cities in the world have been destroyed. The gods and immortals in the heavens fought, and all living beings on the earth suffered, and whether it was a demon race or a beast, or ordinary people and animals, the corpses were all all strewn all over the ground, and rivers of blood flowed like rivers. ”

That tragic image fell in the eyes of Ren Fengshu and Shang Kun, and they couldn't bear to see it, so they had the intention of stopping the war to save the people and the fire and water. But Shen Jiao was very proud when he saw this blood-washed thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. The fighting spirit is high, and it is bound to win. ”

"The Sword Saint and the General can't bear to see the lives ruined, and since they have the intention of retreating, they will inevitably lose the opportunity. That god Jiao is pressing, and if one section is lost, it will be lost. ”

The old Taoist spoke with emotion, and when he talked about this, he couldn't help but lower his tone, shook his head and sighed, "The sword saint Ren Fengshu and the general Shang Kun worked hard to support, and they were suppressed by the earth-shattering power of that gluttonous god Jiao. Once defeated, the Sword Master and the General will inevitably be killed. ”

"Once the two gods are dissolved, the remnants of the divine pill will fall into the mouths of gluttony, and their skills will inevitably increase greatly. In heaven and on earth, no one can suppress this evil dragon. ”

"At this critical moment, which of the Sword Saint did not practice swordsmanship, and entered the Tao with the art of sword casting, the sword god Ou Ye, flew into the sky with a mangshen bird. In Ou Ye's hand, he carried a large iron sword that looked clumsy and had a wide blade. The iron sword is black throughout, like a pig iron, it seems that not to mention a sword-casting master like Ouye, even an ordinary folk blacksmith, a sword cast by an ordinary blacksmith will not be so clumsy. ”

"Ou Ye rode the divine bird, and when he arrived a thousand miles away, he shouted to his senior brother Ren Fengshu, 'The Divine Sword of Compassion has been cast, please take the sword.' Then, I saw that the sword god waved his hand, and the black iron long sword flew thousands of miles and flew straight in front of Ren Fengshu. ”

"When Ren Fengshu saw it, he cried bitterly, 'Senior brother, you are such a divine sword, but you will make the senior brother miserable', but at that time, the battle situation was already at a critical moment, and the danger was like a tired egg, and the sword saint was not allowed to think too much. Gritting his teeth, he abandoned the sword in his hand and held the 'Sorrowful Sky Sword' that flew from the sky in his hand. ”

As soon as the Excalibur was in his hands, the Sword Saint suddenly felt a sense of inspiration in his heart, and had an epiphany about a very strange sword style. No one has ever seen that set of sword styles, and no one who has seen them can say what kind of sword skills it is. ”

"In short, I saw a sword shadow flashing, there was no sword energy, and there was no sword light, just a sword shadow, flashing and disappearing. The impermanence of the black sword shadow, and the gluttonous body that hovers and dances all over the sky, you come and go, and it is another evenly matched battle. ”

Suddenly, the sword master's sword posture became even more strange; it didn't seem to make a move against the enemy at all, but like a drunken man stumbling and holding his sword unsteadily; however, just like that, the tail of the gluttonous god Jiao, which was more than a hundred miles long, suddenly broke off, and the blood flowing out of the fracture rolled down like a long river lacking an embankment. The long yellow river that flows through the entire Xuanhuang world at the foot of the Mountain of No Return is washed by the blood of gluttony at the beginning. It is still the color of dragon's blood. ”

"Gluttony was seriously injured, and he was no longer able to fight with the Sword Master with the Sorrowful Sky Sword in his hand. The body is curled up, lying on the ground, hundreds of miles in a radius, all of them are gluttonous and coiled bodies. ”

"In order to prevent the gluttonous man from coming back and harming the world, the sword saint drove away in the clouds, flew to the corner of the northwest wilderness with one hundred thousand miles, and cut off the Optimus Pillar Buzhou Mountain with a sword, and used the magic power of moving mountains to carry the upper half of the mountain to this point. The body of the gluttonous god Jiao has been crushed at the foot of the mountain since then, and it will never be able to turn over. ”

"This half-cut mountain that is pressed by gluttony is now the mountain of no return. There are countless caves in the mountains, which are the pores for gluttonous breathing. Therefore, there is no return to the mountain, and the wind is inexhaustible all year round, also known as 'Jiaoxi'. Only when the wind is the weakest and the wind and snow are the smallest, can occasionally be extremely vigorous and can go up the wind and reach the top of the mountain alive. And if the mortal body wants to go down the mountain against the wind, it is absolutely impossible. ”

A group of teenagers, and even no less than twenty or thirty adult listeners in the crowd, were listening with relish and leisurely. The story of the hexagram seller stopped abruptly, and there was no more speech.

There was silence for a long time before everyone came back to their senses. The kids quit for now.

"Go on, old fairy, why don't you talk about it. The bud cubs crowded in the front row were the first to speak.

"Yes, yes, what happened to the Sword Master, and what about his general and junior brother? ”

"What is the name of the last set of sword moves of the Sword Saint's epiphany?"

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The crowd boiled all at once. Seeing that the scene was a little out of control, the Taoist waved his hand at everyone, and the scene was immediately silent, with a pair of eyes full of anticipation, waiting for the Taoist to speak.

Yizhen, who was sitting on the stone, coughed dryly twice, and shouted, "I've been talking about it for a long time, and my throat is on fire, where is my tea?"

Immediately, there was a young man who was planning for a rainy day, carrying a big pot of flowers and wealth in one hand, and an octagonal bowl in the other, pouring a big bowl of tea for the Taoist.

The Taoist craned his neck and drank loudly before wiping his lips. Put down the octagonal bowl, straighten up, and make a gesture. The scene was silent, waiting for Yizhen to speak.

But I saw Yizhen with two strokes of the eight-character mouse whiskers, and under the shaking, he smiled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the story is really over." That's all I know, but it's all real people. What happened to Ren Fengshu, he is the ancestor of your Ren family, even you ask me, who do I ask?"

"As for General Shang Kun, it is said that he later became a mountain immortal, because the killing karma in that battle was too heavy, the old immortal was obsessed, and then drank all day long to get drunk, and he did not want to fly to the heavenly realm, so he became a generation of wine immortals. The sword god Ou Ye has since disappeared, and he has never forged a sword again, and no one knows where he has gone. ”

"Okay, let's go home, let's go home for dinner. Yizhen got up and patted his buttocks, and squeezed out of the crowd as if he was running away.

Unsurprisingly, it attracted a lot of abuse from the children.

On the contrary, Ren Pingsheng stood on the ground and was leisurely. The story that Yizhen told was absurd and bizarre, but the section about the Sword of Sorrow and the Sword Saint's Epiphany of the Sword Dao seemed to be smashed on his heart. Several times during this period, he involuntarily gripped the hilt of the sword behind his back, as if once this sword was struck, it would be the same as the sword saint's anti-heaven sword dao.