"The dancing swordsmanship is peerless, and this Yi Shui Han is said to be a combination of the world's best swordsmanship. It is divided into two systems, both vertical and horizontal, which can be attacked and defended. ”

Because it was Zhong Xihou who said this, he missed a sentence, so naturally he deliberately omitted to say such a sentence. If it was Yi Shui Han's great achiever, one vertical and one horizontal, these two great achievers were in front of him, and he Zhongxi Hou didn't dare to say that he could take advantage.

Legends are always scary, and legends without basis always make people look forward to and turn to disdain. And once you know that this is not a legend, then his horror will always be imprinted in your mind.

"Why does Master Hou care so much about such a legend?"

"Do you know how the five people at the corner of the street died?" Zhong Xihou sighed softly, Zhong Xihou is powerful, his strength is beyond doubt. Zhong Xihou is confident, and his self-confidence comes from his strength.

The predecessor of Yan Yun Riding was the guard next to the first emperor, and it is rumored that the five masters of Yan Yun Riding killed thousands of enemies in one battle, so it is known. Later, there was the deeds of the savior of the Thirteen Iron Cavalry, which made the rumors a legend.

Zhong Xihou did not dare to say that his men could kill a thousand enemies with five people, but he was confident that his more than 400 people had the ability to move through the ten thousand people and come and go freely.

"The man who made the Nine Flags has been loyal to the city that I never sleeps for eight years. ”

Qu Tianqin didn't speak, and sweat oozed from her forehead. The man who made the nine-section whip died laughing. She could see that he was powerless against his killers. And this helpless man not only made the sword have the same terrifying power as the wild man.

"Those few swordsmen, the bardo, perineum, and even the Great Tomb in their right hands are so flat, and there is no doubt that Yi Shui Han swordsmen. ”

Qu Tianqin frowned, so, the rumored swordsman of the ancient sword spectrum was tortured and killed?

Zhongxi Hou and Qu Tianqin were in the teahouse, and at this time, Ying Ruge put on his monk's robes, still a hat, carrying a burden, like a monk who traveled the world. This line is complete, this line is also shabby, and it looks like a down-and-out monk.

Ying Ruge sat at the corner of the street, he sat cross-legged, his staff on the side, and the bronze bowl in front of him. He's thinking about things, thinking about things in this noisy street.

He just sat there, silent.

From the west side of the intersection came a tiger-headed tiger-brained child, the sugar gourd in his hand was shining, and he stared at Yingruge. A young couple came from behind him, and the man was riding a little boy around his neck.

This boy looks exactly like the boy standing in front of Yingruge, and he doesn't have rock sugar gourds in his hands.

"Here's to you. The child with the rock sugar gourd handed the sugar gourd in his hand to Yingruge, and Yingruge looked at this child, how old should he be?

"San Lang, the master is different from you, he doesn't like sugar. ”

The child who was called Saburo looked back at his mother, the child had done nothing wrong, and the woman was not reprimanding. The woman took out a few coppers from the money bag and put them into the tattered copper bowl of Yingruge: "Forgive me, the master is not rich, so I can only buy a few white steamed buns for the master." ”

Yingruge smiled, he was wearing a mask, he was wearing a hat, and no one could see his expression. Changed his posture, squatted, squatted in front of this San Lang, he took out the copper from the copper bowl and put it in the hands of that San Lang.

"This child's face is extraordinary, and the female bodhisattva may find a master to teach him martial arts, and in ten years he will be a generation of generals. ”

When Ying Ruge said this, the couple also squatted down, and the child on the man's body also came down and stood beside San Lang. Ying Ruge looked at this child, this child was different from that San Lang, their general faces, but their complexions were not as powerful as this San Lang. "This baby's life should not be empty, fasting once a year, fasting for three months or even fifteen years to go to ghosts and gods. ”

Ying Ruge saw it, the dark lines on this child's body, he knew that there was something on this child, but he couldn't see what it was.

"The master is a master. Originally, this ordinary person was suspicious of Yingruge's return of copper, but when he mentioned his second son, he believed it six or seven points at once. In the past four or five years, the Taoist monks who have searched all over the large and small Taoist temples in the city have been stunned and unable to resolve them, so they only inform them of the postponement strategy.

Yingruge touched the head of the third lang, and the child was still staring at Yingruge.

"The master didn't know, the slave family originally had three sons, who knew that Dalang was born a stillbirth, Erlang was born with a very weak anger, and only Sanlang cried thunderously. ”

Ying Ruge looked at Erlang again, he took out a golden rune paper from his sleeve, folded it into the shape of an ingot, and put it on Erlang's head. Jiro didn't move, Jiro laughed again, laughter is not different from ordinary children, this laughter, rather than laughing, is more crying.

"Let's go, I can't stay. ”

"Master, you ······"

Ying Ruge didn't pay attention to the couple, he still spoke to Na Erlang, but that Erlang was like a piece of wood, motionless. "If you don't leave, the soul seeker is here, I'm afraid you really won't be able to leave. ”

What a powerful bardo body, for a moment, Haunting Ruge actually moved crooked thoughts.

"Master, who are you talking to?"

"You want your father and mother to see you hug you, so why do you have to occupy your brother's body?"

The words of the haunting song became more and more incomprehensible, and they also frightened the couple more and more.

"Master, is Da Lang ······?"

"Your Erlang fate should have been a prince, how can a mortal body with two souls bear the suffering of two souls. The ingots on the top of Erlang's head are gone, just under the gaze of many pairs of eyes, they are gone. "Those who should go go, it is not my mortal thing, it is difficult to stay. If you still force you to stay, don't blame the ruthless······"

A black and red flame erupted in the palm of the song, which attracted passers-by and frightened the couple.

The woman immediately knelt down: "Master don't want master don't ······"

"Master, aren't you trying to break up Da Lang's soul?" Most parents in the world are like this, what can they do if the two worlds are separated?

"Your eldest man wants to stay in the yang world, Erlang's life is hard, after all, he is a child, and this skin can't withstand the competition between two souls. ”

The woman wiped her tears: "I know, master, you move Da Lang's soul to me, I am his mother, he came out of my body, I can stand it······"

Jiro suddenly moved, he looked at the woman, and the couple looked at him as well. Ying Ruge looked at Na San Lang, this child didn't cry or make trouble, he kept looking at it like this. Is this kid five years old? Or is it six years old?

"Dalang?"

The woman hugged Erlang, she didn't know if it was Dalang or Erlang in this skin bag now.

"Where did you bury this child?"

"Humble courtyard. ”

"The child was burned, and the ashes were sprinkled into the courtyard from the top of the hill in the wind. Ying Ruge slapped Erlang's forehead hard, and this time he used a lot of force, but he didn't hear a sound.

Jiro cried, he hugged the woman and cried. Saburo was still there watching, with a rock sugar gourd in his hand.

He stood up, walked west, and muttered again: "Artemisia, saffron, beads under the leaves, burn the body after the hour." ”

His hand was lowered, as if he were holding a child's hand.

Saburo watched Yingruge walk away, and his rock sugar gourd fell to the ground.

"Daddy, Auntie, he took Erlang away. ”

Jiro?Jiro was taken away?

By the time the couple came back to their senses and looked in the direction Saburo was looking, the lingering song was no longer there. The bronze bowl was still on the ground, and the staff was on the ground. The couple hurriedly hugged Erlang, Erlang was still there, Erlang was still there.

Yingruge took the child for a long time, walked through Pingcheng Street, and walked through Guhai Street.

Ying Ruge looked at the child, distressed that he had inadvertently mixed in something that he shouldn't have interfered in. If this child had come to this world, he would have been happy, with a father and mother who loved them, and a brother who played together. But he didn't get all this, and his desire for it all long exceeded his desire for life.

"Silly boy, continuing there will only kill your brother, your father. ”

The child didn't cry, he looked up at Yingruge, his face did not have the innocence of a five or six-year-old child.

Soon, the child finally cried, compared to the immortal art that he only came into contact with at the age of fourteen, he was forced by the mad Taoist since he was a child, although he was not happy to learn the Taoist technique of tending to yin and protecting yang.

He could see that this kind of bardo body, which had been wandering for many years, was extremely powerful, but unfortunately, it was a pity that the final outcome was just a book of life and death, and even more so beyond the Six Realms, life and death.

"Go see them?"

The kid nodded, and touched his head as if he were touching Saburo. "Lost will come back one day, you don't get it in this life, and what you want in the next life is waiting for you. ”

The kid would never have known that an ugly man had touched this man's head and said that.

Late at night, there was a burning phoenix flapping its wings in the air, and it sat cross-legged on the back of the phoenix like a song. The child sat on the lap of the song. Looking down, there was a farmhouse in which a woman coaxed a pair of twin dolls to sleep. The man was waving a hoe in the yard, he was digging something.

It was the body of a newborn baby, and the man cried, and he cried as he held the corpse. The baby's swaddling clothes are in tatters, and the baby is still the same as when it was born, like it is asleep?

"It's time for you to go. ”

"Big brother, did I really do something wrong?"

"Your second brother's heavenly capital is beyond the reach of ordinary mortals, you have lost too much of his aura, and he is no different from ordinary people. ”

"Then I'll give him back mine······"

"Give him yours, and you will be stupid in the next life. ”

"Then I'll give it too. ”

Ying Ruge touched the child's head: "I can't send you away, I can only ensure that you are not bullied by lonely souls and wild ghosts. When you have time, I'll help you find a capable person and send it to reincarnation. ”

The child looked at Yingruge, and Yingruge also looked at him. The phoenix flew higher and higher, and the child looked at the ground again, and his body began to dissipate. Until they all disappeared, Ying Ruge looked down at the small farm yard, the child was already asleep, and the couple knelt where the body disappeared and wept silently.

This kind of thing should have been done by Taoist monks, not by immortal cultivators like him. Yingruge knows how to dispel the child's soul, but she doesn't know how to send him reincarnation.

Seeing that Erlang, Ying Ruge had the idea of accepting apprentices for the first time, he didn't know how Erlang would react when he grew up to know the truth, it was indeed his eldest brother who ruined him and turned him from a smart person into a mediocre person.

If he is so idle all his life, it will be enough, if he has a career after entering his own door but finds that the realm is like a trapped beast, will he resent his brother who has never lived?