It is only because the management of Shaolin Temple is relatively lax that Huitong can bring meat into this temple from the outside. Besides, there is no one in this place who can control many things for him except the abbot. Therefore, he quickly closed the door in the cold air, and Mao Hui walked back without chasing the wild cat, and he whispered: "This wild cat still wants to steal the master's sacrifice." ”

At this time, it was raining in the sky, and he stood there and didn't dare to disturb Huitong, so he could only stare there and pray that the rain would be lighter. Soon he heard an exclamation of "Ahhh

Mao Hui muttered, "What is Master doing?"

He poked a small hole in the window with his hand, and looked through the small hole, and although the air in the sky was very congealed, he could see clearly.

...... Hui Tong picked up a sausage in the bowl with his hand, raised his head, and sighed again: "Ah, Amitab, your Buddha, the disciple has drunk and flesh through the intestines, and the Buddha is in his heart, sin, sin." ”

After laughing, he sent the half into his mouth, and Mao Hui was full of emotion at this time, he was not just surprised. He heard the sound of "Bao Bao Yao" made by Huitong eating meat, and sometimes the sound of "Xiao Yao".

When it was dark, the amount of rain did not mean to decrease, and in a secluded back mountain, a shadow waved in the rain. Sometimes he rubbed fire with the ground, sometimes he cut through the wall and burst out of fire, sometimes he cut down the swaggering trees in the sky, sometimes he thundered by the light of thunder and lightning, sometimes he could do this or that.

He practiced for a long time, and a person approached and clapped his hands and said, "It seems that you are a good material for practicing the poisonous and evil sword technique, but in order to practice the poisonous evil sword technique, it is necessary to eliminate the side door sword technique." ”

When Xiong Zhenqing heard him Zhao Leilei say this, his face became solemn. He was unwilling to practice the swordsmanship for more than ten years, and it was abolished in one day, and the evil swordsmanship was still a strange unknown to him. This requires not only courage, but also courage to decide what kind of martial arts he has learned in his life. He asked a little reluctantly: "Master, that means that I want to forget this Taoist swordsmanship, but I just happened to practice this sword move to the highest level, if I practice the poisonous evil swordsmanship, everything will have to be repeated." I'm afraid that there are urgent tasks that the apprentices can't do, and I'm afraid that they will be delayed in this way. ”

"Qing'er, I have confidence in you, just look at your understanding is also very high, as a teacher, I dare to let you take this risk, as long as you learn the poisonous evil sword technique, it is a reborn change. I want to accompany you as an adult, a killer among killers. As the saying goes, 'Death and then life, when you meet the real top masters, you have no choice but to move forward. Success and failure are only a thought away, and only if you dare to do it. It is useless not to forget, and it is necessary to completely abolish the Daomen sword technique you have learned. The more advanced the swordsmanship you practice, the greater the success rate of your practice of poisonous and evil swordsmanship. Hall Master Zhao said bitterly and exhortationly, Xiong Zhenqing said.

"However, there is no abolition of a sword art now. Xiong Zhenqing said his thoughts. But maybe he is still shallow in martial arts, and he knows that Zhang Zongchang is secretly practicing the Dafa of absorbing stars with Qiu Qianzhi behind his back. If you use this martial art to dissolve another martial art in the world, then you can use all his martial arts for your own use. When." The "Dafa of Absorbing Stars" can use the enemy's skills for one's own use, while the "Dafa of Transforming Gong" is completely a side-door skill that abolishes martial arts.

"No, this martial art has been around for a long time, but it has been lost for a long time, but I can do it for you. Zhao Leilei confidently raised his sword to fight with Xiong Zhenqing, Xiong Zhenqing retreated all the way, I don't know if what he said is true or false. If he can really use his strength to abolish his martial arts, why is he so bothered.

Xiong Zhenqing is not ready yet, he is afraid of failure, if he fails, he will be a waste. Of course, no one will leave a waste person as an assistant, so he has no point in existing. If people from other sects could survive without the power of force, then the strict organization of the Demon Sect would have absolutely no chance of surviving. This is gambling with his life, and he is not afraid to say, "Master, you ...... No. ”

"Gather your energy and go all out, my sword moves use your Taoist swordsmanship, but you have to endure great pain, Qing'er depends on whether you can succeed. Zhao Leilei said: "It is to sacrifice one's life for righteousness and kill oneself to become benevolent." There is no one who is the highest or the strongest on the road of martial arts, only those who do not practice and forge ahead are the winners. In the duel of masters, winning or losing is only a moment of subtlety. Suffer what ordinary people can't bear, suffer what ordinary people can't bear, pain what ordinary people can't bear, and do things that ordinary people dare not do. This is the shortcut to one's success. ”

Xiong Zhenqing looked at Zhao Leilei treating him so seriously, and took out the determination to break the kettle and said: "Okay, Master, I can, you can just teach me how to do it." ”

"This is my good apprentice, well, as a teacher, I also have confidence in you. So they looked for it and put it together, all with ferocity.

Xiong Zhenqing saw his swordsmanship of taking people's lives with a sword, but he was not afraid that you would calmly respond to the battle, and his martial arts had reached the highest point.

Hall Master Zhao said while fighting: "Poisonous evil sword moves, poison first." ”

Suddenly, a small puff of purple-red gas erupted from the tip of his sword, circling around his hand.

"Then there's evil. He swung his sword into the air, Xiong Zhenqing found that his hands were in great pain, and after a while, a piece of sword wound suddenly opened on his hand, making the muscle unable to protrude. Blood splattered out of his hands.

Xiong Zhenqing's sword was no longer able to hold at this time, and the sword fell to the ground with a sonorous sound. He found that he had a huge poison in his hand, and the blood burst out again in a few moments. This time, the blood water seemed to be dyed, not only red, but also black, purple, blue, black, pink and white...... It's constantly changing colors.

Hall Master Zhao only gave him the most basic moves, because he was also crossing the river by feeling the stones. It was only because he was not sure that he was cautious, and he saw that the disciples under the other hall masters had their own nirvana. If Xiong Zhenqing wants to be independent in the Demon Sect, then he must have some special skills. Zhao Leilei was also anxious in his eyes, so he let Xiong Zhenqing take a desperate gamble.

He gathered his strength and swung the sword in one blow, and the sword turned into thousands of pieces and pierced into his arm. Xiong Zhentian was miserable, kneeling down with his feet and worshipping the rain in the sky. Zhao Biyao was wearing a shuttle dress and a hat when she heard the cry of pain, her face was not only the indelible sadness, but more bitterness filled her heart. Maybe she is not good at words and uses words to comfort herself, but she knows that love is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea, and she washes the sorrow on her face with the tears that women often use.

But the sorrow was not washed away by her gentle tears, but rippled in his tears. The ripples are like the dew dripping ripples in the river, slowly becoming larger, slowly fading, and slowly calming down. A woman is not strong, she must pretend to be a strong woman, her heart seems to be anxious, and she cannot withstand any turmoil.

Now all this shattered her inherent peace, either she became crazy and ten, or she became boring, and the mean was eliminated in it. But Zhao Biyao is also more painful than his screams, which is just as others say, loving someone, hurting your pain, suffering your pain, empathy. You are his center, he is your only one, but the hurt and pain are always unbearable.

She saw the water flowing down the river, mixed with red, flowing under her feet. Her embroidered shoes were stained, and she remained motionless in the rain. I seem to have forgotten myself in this indifferent, magically colored world. She understood a lot at this time, but suddenly she didn't understand. I don't know what the world is, and I don't know what the emotional world is. I don't know why people love each other, and why they love each other too much, why they should do this, that.

She didn't know why there were always so many infatuated men and women in the world, and she didn't know that she was in the first place between these infatuated women and frivolous women, or the bottom of the list. What she knew was that it was raining at this time, and it was raining heavily, but she forgot about the passionate rain.

She knew that she was still waiting for someone, and when she meditated on it, it seemed that he existed in her depths. But there are thousands of inextricable threads that can't forget you in your heart, a complete forgetting. It's just that love can't help itself in the depths, like the majesty of a waterfall falling down, like the yellowing and fierceness of the Yellow River wave by wave, like the withered leaves that will eventually fall to the ground and can't be in the sky forever.

Xiong Zhenqing's hands were trembling, and he was about to lose his body. His blood flowed into the torrential rain, and the blood around him became lighter and thicker, thicker and lighter. His eyes looked at the water dripping from his hair, and suddenly his eyes became hazy. He shook his head vigorously a few times, but his hand couldn't hold him and he threw himself down.

As if the spasm was completely broken, he woke up and finally closed his eyes. He fainted, and Zhao Biyao walked next to him.

Hall Master Zhao said to Zhao Biyao with concern: "Let's help him in! He fell for my poisonous evil sword technique, and slowly cultivated, these sword moves will also be in his memory." In this way, he will slowly forget the previous swordsmanship, so that he will concentrate on practicing the poisonous evil swordsmanship. It's just that he himself must survive the difficulties of this poisonous and evil sword technique, and only if he can control this sword technique, it is possible to practice that set of poisonous and evil sword techniques in the near future. ”

Zhao Biyao was speechless for a moment, she grabbed his clothes, only to hear a "hiss" sound, his back clothes were torn, and she saw something tattooed on his back. He opened it to see that it was a broken string, and all that remained was a thick string. She touched it a few times with her hand and knew it wasn't fake, but real. ”

Hall Master Zhao saw that Xiong Zhenqing was unconscious due to pain, so he said lovingly: "His clothes are already very torn, if you have the time, sew one for him!"

She was silent, and he closed his eyes and bowed his head silently. But his blood didn't stop flowing, it was still thick-light-thick-light.

...... The figure is gone, leaving only the empty sky, and the ground has been washed clean, a pure white with some innocence.