These Ten Directions Dao people have ten swords, all of which are on ten fingers. A finger is a sword, each with its own use, the small one splitting the earth, the large one can poke a carriage. Others are ten fingers connected to the heart, but he has practiced the sword of the ten directions, and it is the ten swords that connect the heart. Each of the ten fingers is in charge of a sword, which is a qi, a yang, a yellow bud, millet rice, half millet, dantou, a living son, a god, a catty, and two waits. This is his enlightenment experience from his master's practice. Later, the division was infighting, and he preached with a broken finger on the twenty-four mountains, and then escaped into the Central Plains to become a stinky Taoist priest in Youfang, only in the red dust.

His stench is really stinky, and you can smell his coaxing stench from dozens of steps away. When passing Yongjia, a naughty boy made up a mantra and sang: "Old Taoist, deflated dog's head." Nine legs, walking backwards. Half a step kills, and one step stinks corpses. He sometimes sings it with a smile, thinking that this song is quite appropriate, especially "half a step to kill someone", yes, he really has this ability, but he just doesn't want to use it. On that occasion when he was humming and singing, he was thrown to the ground from behind by several seven or eight-year-old boys, and the naughty boys held him down and laughed, "Do you stink?" and he replied, "I stink." The naughty boys said, "Be louder!" and he said loudly, "I stink!" and the boys let him laugh and leave.

He got up and threw himself into the dust, and saw a foolish boy standing in front of him, staring at him with blank eyes. He clapped his hands and said, "The opportunity is here." He waved his hand at Xiao Mengtong and motioned for him to come over. Xiao Mengtong walked over timidly, and Shifang found that this kid had a big and square face, very positive earlobes, and was a kind person, so he asked, "Why didn't you come to play with those bad boys?"

Xiao Mengtong said: "I think the old woman is pitiful." Mother-in-law, do you hurt?"

Shifang looked at the sky, frowned and said, "The sky is unpredictable, I didn't expect to meet a kind fool." ”

Xiao Mengtong saw that he was stupid, shy and aggrieved and bowed his head, those children also said the same, no one paid attention to him, no one played with him, and no one liked him.

Shifang said: "Although you kid is stupid, you are kind and kind. Heavenly Dao reduces the surplus and benefits the shortage, giving you a good opportunity. As he spoke, he looked at Meng Tong, rubbing his hands uncontrollably. After a while, the kid didn't understand or understand what this stinky mother-in-law was going to do, just stared blankly.

"If you don't ask for it, you are acquiescing to what I give you. Shifang said slowly. He rubbed his hands for a long time and finally pulled out a scripture book, then took Xiao Mengtong's hand and handed it to him and said, "This is for you, not only for you to be exact, but for my apprentice of the next generation." He also wanted to say, "Your qualifications can't practice this sword scripture, and your children and grandchildren are more intelligent and enlightened from generation to generation", but looking at the stunned appearance of the kid in front of him, Shi Fang smiled and changed his words: "This is our secret, don't tell others easily." You don't forget to pass it on. ”

Xiao Mengtong has been guarding this secret, he because of his poor qualifications, his whole life is mediocre, forty years old to have a child, but the long life, seventy years before the death of the night suddenly remembered a Taoist to him, the Taoist voice and smile seemed to be in front of him, then back to the bed like a treasure on the bed. Then he said no more and remained silent until he died early the next morning.

After three years of mourning, his son Cheng Jizu read through half of the scriptures on the beam, and his cultivation was already gratifying, wandering Wu Chu Ou Min, the sword quality was very good, and the Jiangxi Kendo Hall and Wu Yue Kendo Hall also made him three points thin. By the time he was fifty years old, Cheng Jizu had already read the whole scripture, but he was suffering from old age and no longer had the heart to win, so he made every effort to train his son Cheng Wanli. Cheng Jizu inscribed the "Great Chopping Sword Sutra" left by his father with annotations and cultivation experience, and added two words "Wu Chu" to the big chopping to show the meaning of wandering Wu Chu.

Shifang's "Great Sword Slashing Sutra" was compiled based on his own experience in practicing "The Great Dao Pole". If the "Great Sword Slashing Sutra" changes into one, the change in "The Great Dao Pole" is hundred. Because "The Great Dao Ji" has become taboo and can no longer be passed on, and because he wants to leave a name in the world, Shifang chose to accept disciples from generation to generation to teach his sword scripture.

His fingers have helped Li Brown break the mountain, and the grievances and grievances with the twenty-four mountains have come to an end. Thoughts are like catkins, turning into light smoke with the wind.

Li Brown spends his days in the mountains, and the copper leakage suspended outside the mountain drips water for an hour, and the normal copper leak drips for three hours. There had been a four-hour delay on Niju Mountain, and a whole day had already been spent outside. In one day's time, the overlord had already entered Huiji, headed west, and was about to arrive in Hangzhou. The city and the countryside are already panicked, and there are notices and troop movements everywhere. The master of the Wuyue Kendo Hall and the Wuxian Branch of the Wuxian Branch of the Wuyue Kendo Pavilion led sixty or seventy disciples to the south of the Taihu Lake overnight, and had already arrived in Huzhou, preparing to hunt the Liao State sword thieves in Hangzhou with the officers and soldiers and the royal swordsmen.

The two kendo halls in front of him were already in name only, and the Daojun Emperor regretted and hated them, and deliberately sent Zhou Ang to swagger to fight the grass and scare the snakes, just wanting the three kendo halls to be vigilant. He thought that under the pressure of the imperial court, the three kendo halls should join forces to protect themselves, and the defense and vigilance should be better than usual, but he still caused such a situation.

He is the emperor, and naturally knows that the royal swordsman does not rely on the imperial election, but the cultivation seedlings of the people, and most of the practitioners of the entire Central Plains Dynasty come from the three kendo halls, in a sense, controlling the three kendo halls is equivalent to controlling the cultivation world of the Song Dynasty.

Because the imperial court took advantage of the battle between the three major kendo halls and Rashodo, and confiscated their sword scriptures, cultivation experience, cultivation utensils and swords, etc., the rift between the practitioners and the imperial court has not yet been bridged, and the kendo hall is very secretive to the imperial court. On the one hand, he hated the imperial court so much that his teeth itched, and on the other hand, he was afraid that the imperial court would order the museum to be cut.

It was precisely because of this undercurrent that the emperor deliberately asked Zhou Ang to listen to the truth. It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven, and they think highly of the strength of the Kendo Gym, and they also blame themselves for hesitating, and they don't dare to forcibly send troops to protect the spiritual veins. The relationship between the government and the people has always been so delicate.

"Alas. Zhao Ji raised the hand of the imperial criticism of Wang Huang's recital, and led the thirty sword academy cultivators to the southeast with the sword academy Guan Zhenggui Zhuang, and also specially approved a divine horse for Guizhuang to ride. This means obviously, the thirty Sword Academy brothers can be late, but you must arrive as soon as possible to get there.

Wang Hao went to the Sword Academy in person, because since Cui Lu's death, Guizhuang has been separated from himself, like a different person, and often thinks about something else. Wang Hao thought that he had seen the wrong person, so he sent someone to secretly ask the rest of the swordsmen: "Guizhuang Cui Lu and the two have a deep relationship?" The swordsmen all laughed, "Deep fart!" The man asked again: "Why is the Lord so abnormal?" The swordsmen snorted and said: "Fake trick, you expect this official fan to have feelings, ask Zhou Gong to go!"

At this moment, Wang Hao has already entered the sword courtyard, and there are sword masters in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and under the trees, or chattering in his mouth, or the wind under the sword, all of them are practicing tirelessly. Only the door of Guizhuang's room was wide open, and there was a smell of bad wine every ten steps, and when you entered the door, you saw that the wine jar was crooked and slanted, and Guizhuang was playing horizontally on the ground, drunk and hazy, and his beard was inch long.

Wang Hao "tsk", he has always disliked this kind of life of being drunk today, especially this kind of rashness, he usually hates this kind of behavior, of course, except for sexual affairs.

Wang Hao folded the recital approved by the emperor on the table, and he slowly sat down.

Wang Hao said leisurely: "The emperor asked you to intercept the swordsman." ”

Gui Zhuang turned his face away and smirked three times.

Wang Huangmi glared for a moment and said with a smile: "You don't have to pretend to be drunk, I know you have an opinion about me." ”

Gui Zhuang said vaguely: "No, no opinion!"

Wang Hao said: "Cui Lu is dead, it will be of great benefit to you and me!

Gui Zhuang laughed dryly again, waved his hand, and motioned for Wang Hao to leave.

Wang Hao said: "I know that you are still investigating the cause of Cui Lu's death, it's useless, you killed what you killed, and the world knows that you killed Guizhuang." ”

Guizhuang clenched his fists, he was stimulated by such words for the first time in these days. The swordsmen in the sword courtyard are all falling with the wind, Cui Lu did not stand with himself before he died, Cui Lu pretended to be a good person when he died, and no one came to talk to him. These days, he is thinking, who killed Xiao Han, how Cui Lu died under his own sword, how those Khitan nomadic swordsmen came and went freely, thinking about it, only Lord Wang Zhugong can do this.

Wang Hao leaned down, patted Guizhuang and said, "I don't kill Cui Lu, I have others to kill him, there are too many people he wants to offend." You don't have to be angry with me about this, you killed this person. I was fined for a year, and the people left behind in Tokyo have replaced me, how deep the water is, do you know?"

The rank of Guizhuang is only the seventh stage, but Wang Huang, who is the eighth stage, feels that his vitality seems to be almost the same as that of Guizhuang, and the earthworm qi is forced outside.

Wang Huang stopped his hand, stood up, kicked Guizhuang and said: "Sure enough, you are young, with strong physical strength and strong bones, your "Jiaoxi Sword Sutra" is known for its fierceness, go on an errand." Don't forget how you became the head of the Sword Academy. Gui Zhuang's body shrank.

Wang Hao saw that he took him and continued: "This time the sword thief is extremely powerful, extremely brave, and dances a giant sword of more than 40 catties vigorously. Perhaps, you are not as good as him. ”

Gui Zhuang opened his eyes suddenly.