Sword of Coming

Apricot Blossoms Alley Ma Family's ancestral home, strolling around the town of Golden-Armored Deity, walking back to the yard, it is strange that such a big True God walks 4 squares, but no one notices it.

The teenager Ma Kuxuan squatted on the steps outside the door. After seeing this Golden-Armored Deity, his face was full of hope for expression, and True Martial Mountain Military School of Thought cultivator asked: "How?"

Deity wears a golden armor, solemn appearance, only lips slightly moving, but Ma Kuxuan can't hear any sound, so he eagerly looks at the sword cultivator inside the house, the latter sighs: "He said that your grandma committed too many sins before she died. The three immortal souls and seven mortal souls are already the same as the body, like a dying year, so after your grandma died, the fate and soul decayed at the same time. The town here is different from other places, naturally resisting ghosts and femininity, so he did not find you. damn it the remaining soul."

Ma Kuxuan looked grim, raised his head and roared at that god will: "I don't care what you use, go and find me the damn it soul!"

True Martial Mountain sword cultivator's face changed drastically, for fear that Ma Kuxuan would annoy the True God surnamed Yin. When he was about to speak out to stop the boy, Golden-Armored Deity, for some reason, even said in Eastern Aquarius Continent orthodox Mandarin: "No. For, it can't be."

After saying this, the mighty Martial God shrouded in the golden light will look at the True Martial Mountain sword cultivator inside the house. The latter took a deep breath, holding incense with both hands, and bowed to the god in the courtyard for 3 times. .Every time there is a pale-gold breath that is as thick as a hair, it floats from the True Martial Mountain sword cultivator mud pill point, and then is gently inhaled into the nose by the Golden-Armored Deity.

After 3 times, Deity rose from the ground and turned into a bright beam of light to leave Heaven and Earth.

True Martial Mountain sword cultivator face deathly pale, took a chair and sat down, gently spits out one mouthful of impure air.

This is the real reason for the popular saying "It's easier to ask God to give it away".

Ma Kuxuan withdrew his gaze indifferently, turned around and walked into the house, sat beside the cold corpse, reached out and grabbed the dry palm of the old woman, staring at her face, the young man kept silent for a long time.

The sword-bearing man took off the tiger charm at his waist, the color was slightly bleak than before, and he slowly put it in his sleeve.

The sword-bearing man rested for a moment. He got up and did not walk to the boy. Instead, he sat on the threshold with her back facing the boy. He slowly said, "Your grandma should be at the door. She was slapped in the face. She was very strong. He was thrown into the house to death. There are some words that you may not like to listen to, but you should at least know the truth. Most of the people who shot are Qi Refiner. The weight of the shot is unknown, and your grandma's bones are not solid, so she died. Since it was Qi Refiner who shot, that many half have something to do with Mud Bottle Alley Chen Ping and the girl from a foreign country, or the young woman who was on the bridge and was deliberately damaged by you on the side of the bridge. She shot her for revenge. The former probability is very good. Small, the latter has great probability, so you go to Chaotic Burial Mound to kill Chen Ping out of filial piety to you, but cause and effect when you go, but you never thought that when you go out, there will be someone Come to the door to make a provocation."

Ma Kuxuan tremblingly stretched out a hand, and gently pressed the back of his hand against his damn it cheek, which was swollen high, showing a black azure.

Shaoyoung said: "So I killed my grandma, right?"

The man with the sword said: "From a worldly perspective, yes or no. If you follow..."

Ma Kuxuan did not want to listen to this person anymore and stood up and said with a malicious smile: "You can't do it to kill the country or kill the innocent. You can't do these things, you can't do those things! Then revenge and kill people, do you not do it? ?!"

Without waiting for the man to give an answer, Ma Kuxuan continued: "If you can't even do this, then I can be a Military School of Thought cultivator? Why don't I just be a Great Demon who do as one pleases? Why didn't I agree at the time? What kind of clan to Daoist Daoist Nun?!"

The man hesitated for a moment, and said, "As long as you can bear all the consequences, you can."

"Like today."

"Also, in fact, there are some things I may not have said thoroughly before, such as this killing. In fact, everyone has their own line. How many people can you kill and how many people I can kill are absolutely different. It's not just because I compare Your strength and realm are high, and the temperament of one person is also very important. Maybe I killed 100 people, all of whom should be killed, and if you only killed 2 or 3, there are people who should not be killed."

Ma Kuxuan suddenly said with a smile: "If you can't kill or how to kill, I ask what you do, is it possible that you still need your help! I almost forgot, I am not the official True Martial Mountain disciple now!"

The boy looked down at the face of the old woman, then turned his head to angrily roared at the 8 fairy table in the main hall: "Go and lead the way!"

A black cat quickly sprang out from under the table of Eight Immortals, and Ma Kuxuan followed it and ran outside the house.

Men don't care.

You must know that the country where the man was located was in turmoil 150 years ago, the mountains and rivers were broken, 100 years of turmoil, and terrible levels. It was the highest among Eastern Aquarius Continent, and the last 10,000,000 households. When the catastrophe of the new dynasty ended, only 800,000 households remained. .As a result, in the end, many young children felt that after the death of all the people in the world, they did not need to be collected and buried.

The man is one of these children.

The man slowly got up, rather than reminding Ma Kuxuan that the murderer had been driven out of the town, he wanted to go to Master Ruan to ask a question.

Why Buddhism in Eastern Aquarius Continent has been in decline for 1000 years, and only some small countries will regard it as the Imperial Teacher. Above this small town, it is also the weakest, but the causal cycle is so obvious.

This Military School of Thought sword cultivator is far behind the young man.

Even if Ma Kuxuan is already True Martial Mountain disciple at the moment, men will not interfere too much with the personal grievances of young people.

Live and die together on the battlefield, and live and die on the cultivation path.

Of course, nothing is absolute.Just as Ma Kuxuan almost died by Chen Ping before, the man rescued Ma Kuxuan for two reasons. One is that he is deep in one's heart and does not want a genius like Ma Kuxuan to die prematurely. I hope Ma Kuxuan will be able to survive. True Martial Mountain has worked hard. Regardless of whether it is innate talent or temperament, it will bring it up a level. It is hoped that the teenager can become one of the representatives of the Military School of Thought, and shine brightly in the chaotic world of war.The other is that Mr. Qi took the initiative to speak, saying that Ma Kuxuan and Chen Ping, the two teenagers, can tell the winners and losers. Don't be born or die.

At that time, he thought Mr. Qi was worried about Mud Bottle Alley's death as a teenager, but later discovered that it was not the same.

The man followed the boy far behind and found that Ma Kuxuan had experienced the blood of Early-Stage, his steps were getting slower and slower and more relaxed, and finally it was like an ordinary boy shopping.It was just that when the black cat jumped from a roof to the shoulders of the young man, then jumped to the ground, turned his head, and dashed away, seeming to tell the young man that he had found the target.After this, the boy started jogging and changed his temperament again.

The spring rain is subtle, but it makes the pedestrians on the street hurried, far from hiding under the eaves.

A pair of luxuriously dressed young men and women are walking towards the street from Dragon Riding Alley. It seems that they have their own chances and their faces are full of joy. It is just a teenager who has taught them what it means to depend on each other for good and fortune. The teenager started running more than 2 steps behind two people, 50 steps away. When the time came, he shouted hello, and when the young man turned his head and looked around, Ma Kuxuan gave a swift punch without any strength.

Punch in the head.

The young man flew out and fell heavily on the street. His body twitched slightly, showing no signs of struggling to get up.

After a punch, the boy who landed on both feet happened to stand shoulder to shoulder with the young woman.

Ma Kuxuan twisted his figure and waved lightning with his left hand at the woman's neck. The cultivation woman, who was half a head taller than him, slammed and fell to the ground by the boy's arm.

The woman's head crashed on the muddy ground.

Ma Kuxuan stretched out one foot, stepped on the woman’s forehead, stared at the dizzy face, bent over and lowered her head, and said in Yayan Mandarin, "I know the murderer is no longer in the town, but it’s okay. I can. check."

The young woman with an excellent appearance, with bloodshot eyes and bleeding from her nose and ears, she looked at the condescending young man with horror.

The young man's face was grim, "I, Ma Kuxuan, broke your Dao Heart state, and you will retaliate afterwards. Even if you chop me to death, I will admit my fate and never resent you. Even if you fail to get revenge, I am in a good mood. I will let you go and I am willing to play with you a few more times. In my opinion, Shidao should be so refreshing."

The woman is probably the Heaven's Chosen Child of her own sect. Where did she have seen this kind of scene, she was scared to weeping beauty. She probably can't remember what the fierce teenager said, but she just begged for mercy: "Let me go, please let me go, I didn't kill your grandma, I didn't know it..."

The boy gradually increased the strength of the soles of his feet, and slowly pressed the side of the woman's head into the mud, "Do you know what I hate you the most? After committing sins, I can still be so improper! There is no guilt, no guilt... …"

The boy spoke with a crying voice, and his eyes had a deep hatred.

The woman reached out with difficulty and hugged Ma Kuxuan’s ankle, her eyes full of pity and begging, "Let me go, my grandfather is the commander of Sea Tide Cavalry, I am his most beloved granddaughter, I can compensate you, you want Whatever, I can promise..."

The teenager said with a smile: "Oh? What a coincidence, I am the grandson of my grandma Ma Lanhua!"

The boy lifted his foot suddenly, and then the sole of the shoe wiped the woman's delicate cheeks, "Sea Tide Cavalry, right? Wait, I will play with you slowly."

The teenager put his feet away and turned his head to look at the left and right directions. On the left, the True Martial Mountain man stood in the distance, holding his sword. On the right hand side, there is an elegant pampered young master holding a paper umbrella, standing next to the poor beast who fell down and looking at Ma Kuxuan.

Ma Kuxuan's instinct told herself that the guy holding the umbrella was actually waiting for him to kill the woman at his feet.

Ma Kuxuan suddenly squatted down. The woman tried to escape. The wet boy held her neck down. After the woman didn't dare to move, the boy released his hand and slapped the woman's cheek with the palm of her hand, said with a smile: " Remember, my name is Ma Kuxuan, and I will definitely look for you in the future. And that guy who is not in the town, you must thank him well, otherwise our relationship won't be so good."

Ma Kuxuan finally spit on the woman's face.

The teenager got up and walked to the True Martial Mountain man, and asked in a low voice, "Who is that person?"

The sword cultivator said calmly: "Is one of the seventy two academies of Confucianism and the future mountain lord of Lake View Academy. He is called Cui Minghuang. He has a distinguished life experience. This time I also come to retrieve the overwhelming thing. The city is very deep. Be careful in the future. By accident, you have been targeted by him."

Ma Kuxuan frowns saying: "This person has a very different feeling from Mr. Qi."

sword cultivator said with a smile: "Do you think that a few Scholars can be like Mr. Qi and stick to their original heart?"

He hesitated and explained: "It is said that after the defeat of his teacher, Mr. Qi's realm fell and his mood was broken, so he agreed to be relegated to this Small World, although he was constantly under the erosion of the pressure of Heavenly Dao. , But it can act wilfully. I don’t think so."

Ma Kuxuan was not interested in these things. Turning his head and looking around, he saw the man with an umbrella squatting next to the woman. He should be comforting and comforting.

Ma Kuxuan retracted his eyes and walked side by side with the sword-bearing man. The young man's footsteps were heavy and he returned to Apricot Blossoms Alley.

The man opened his mouth and said: "Your physical injury is not light, 10000000 don't leave a dark illness, otherwise it will hinder the future cultivation."

Ma Kuxuan stretched out his hand to wipe off the rain on his face, and suddenly asked, "What is our town to outsiders?"

sword cultivator replied: "Like the creek outside the town, fish and dragons mixed in together, there are shallow waters that are no more than knees, and there are deep pools that are not bottomless."

Ma Kuxuan asked, "Have you ever drowned anyone in this experience treasure hunt?"

sword cultivator laughed, shook his head and said: "It used to be almost impossible. Most people are happy to make money. This time is an exception."

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Yang Family Shop, a heroic girl walked across the threshold with a teenager on her back, and asked a middle-aged shop assistant: "Is Old Mister Yang?"

The person saw the girlish demeanor out of the ordinary and did not dare to neglect, and nodded said: "I just finished cleaning the medicine ingredients in the backyard, what are you doing?"

The girl nodded said solemnly: "We are familiar with Old Head Yang, and we need to ask him for a medicine."

The dude hesitated for a moment, without entanglement, and led them to the backyard front house. An old man was gently knocking on the table with an old cigarette stick. In the corner of the house stood a scruffy man who was the janitor in the east of the town. Zhang Dafeng, a bachelor, may be that everything has its nemesis. Zhang Dafeng met Old Head Yang and he looked like he didn't dare to breathe, and there was no such thing as the usual slick rogue.

Old Head Yang swung his cigarette, Zhang Dafeng hurriedly slipped out of the house, and left with the shop assistant.

Old Head Yang looked at the familiar boy behind the girl, Chen Ping.

Chen Ping's lips were white at this time, and his body was trembling, his hands almost desperately around the girl's neck.

Old Head Yang stood up unhurriedly, with one hand and a cigarette stick in the other, and came to the girl, staring at the boy, hoarsely said: "How many times have I said to you, the more fateful you are, The more you have to cherish your life and your good fortune, why, if you encounter some setbacks, you will die, then why didn’t you go with your mother in the first place, wouldn’t it be easier? You Yao Master is right, he always talked about 3 years old before his death. If you are 3 years old, you will not live long. Even if you teach you real skills, it is a waste. You must be thrown into the soil early."

Ning Yao was stunned. In her impression, Old Head Yang should be a kind-looking old man, smiling all day long.

Who ever thought it was such a tart and mean old fogey.

The old man sneered: "Does it hurt?"

Chen Ping is slightly nodded, already speechless.

At that time, after the girl woke up, the medicine efficacy had probably faded. In fact, it had already started at that time, but Chen Ping felt that he could hold on for a while. When Ning Yao carried him on his back near the bridge, he knew how to hold on. So Ning Yao didn't even bother to retrieve the knife in the road by the stream, and hurried to Yang Family Shop with his back on his back.

The old man laughed and said, "It hurts, then just accept it."

Then the old man glanced at Ning Yao, said ill-humoredly: "Let him sit on the bench by himself!"

The old man whispered immediately: "It's not too hard to carry it to a little lady."

Ning Yao suppressed his anger, cautiously let Chen Ping sit on the bench, but as soon as she let go, the teenager was on the verge of collapse.

Ning Yao was just about to reach out his arm to help. Although the boy couldn't speak, his eyes still signaled that she didn't need her to help.

The old man took a sip of his homemade smoke and looked at the boy's body and weather, tsk tsk said: "It's not just in name only, but also in reality. Well, a clear conscience is a clear conscience."

The old man was completely indifferent to the young man’s bone-piercing pain, "What is Liu Xianyang? What kind of fate are you? I don’t know how to count it for so many years? He died once, which is almost enough for you to die ten times, know?

Ning Yao can't stand the old fogey eccentric words, said solemnly: "Old Mister Yang, can you help Chen Ping relieve the pain first?"

The old man rickets, turning his head and squinting at the girl, Serene asked, "You man?"

Ning Yao glared at each other.

The old man ignored the young girl, turned his head and looked at the young man.

The elderly each minding their own business fell into contemplation.

Finally, the old man twitched his lips, sighed, and twitched Chen Ping's shoulder with an old cigarette stick, and twice on each of his arms and legs.

in an instant.

The boy was lying on his side with his elbows against his head and lying on the bench.

The old man shouted lightly: "Go to sleep!"

Chen Ping instantly closed his eyes and fell asleep, and immediately snored like thunder.