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Walking among the barren hills and graves where foxes and rabbits were infested, the man carrying the sword suddenly stopped in front of a tombstone. He walked to the tombstone in front of an inconspicuous little earthen bag. He squatted down and reached out to brush away the vines and grass entwining the stone monument, revealing it.
The original true face, the handwriting was blurry, and only half of the words could be vaguely recognized. The man sighed, "The divine way has collapsed, rituals and music are at their peak. The struggle of a hundred schools of thought is about to begin."
After the man got up, he saw the apprentice who had not yet entered Zhenwu Mountain to formally worship his master and worship his ancestors. He was facing the direction he came from. Blood was bleeding from the corners of the young man's mouth, ears and nose, making the dark face look particularly hideous and terrifying. The young man raised his head.
He wiped his arms randomly and continued to stare there.
The man said: "Ma Kuxuan, according to the reason you gave before, you learned that the foreign girl used flying swordsmanship in the alley, teamed up with the Sui prince and the eunuch, and killed your first master, so
You have a knot in your mind, and you must avenge yourself before leaving the town. I think this makes sense, so I don’t stop you and let you live and die on your own terms. After all, a practitioner can encounter such an enemy of the great road.
, is both a crisis and an opportunity.”
But the man emphasized his tone, never favoring the disciple in front of him because of his outstanding talent, and said in a deep voice: "But why are you eyeing your peers in Mud Bottle Alley? I have told you before, I am a military monk of Zhenwu Mountain, especially
Those who practice swordsmanship must never kill innocent people indiscriminately!"
The young man answered the question, "Are military monks the most capable of not caring about karma and luck?"
The man nodded and said: "Looking through the history books of thousands of years, most of them are our military saints who can single-handedly turn the tide. It is not because I, as a military monk, deliberately sing praises to the sages."
The man stared at the young man and had no intention of letting him off easily.
If Ma Kuxuan is murderous and uses his power to bully others, then what does he do to recruit such disciples for Zhenwu Mountain?
In the secular dynasty, military monks rely on fighting on the battlefield to improve their realm. They are closest to the line of life and death. Once they cannot keep their true intentions, they can easily fall into the devil's way. Just imagine, a cultivator with military power slaughters cities and annihilates them.
Country, how easy is it?
Military strategists and Confucianism are the two pillars that support the worldly peace of the Yamashita dynasty. Once a respected military strategist monk himself is not upright, the higher the person's realm and the higher the status of the temple, the greater the influence of the entire secular dynasty.
The impact will naturally be greater. In history, the lessons from the past are vivid. How difficult it is to win the hearts of the people, and how easy it is to lose them. Although this sentence was said by a Confucian saint, there are many Confucian generals who are well-read in military strategists and books.
This is deeply believed.
The young man may have felt the solemnity of the atmosphere, but he was not in a hurry to argue. He stretched out his hand and gently covered his ear with the palm of his hand, touching the injured area. He immediately bared his teeth and took a breath of cold air. After a while, he took his hand back and looked at the palm of his hand.
He looked at the blood stains and said: "The guy's name was Chen Ping'an. His father died when he was very young. That man was a famous kiln worker in the town. He was very skilled and honest, but he suddenly died suddenly.
The body was not found. Although my grandma has been unwilling to admit it, I remember it very clearly. It was a rainy night with lightning and thunder. I was woken up by the thunder, and then I found that my grandma was not around. I just pushed the door open.
, I saw my dad running back sneakily, surprised and scared at the same time, looking very strange. My mother slapped my dad on the back hard, smiling from ear to ear, she was so happy."
The young man frowned subconsciously and tried hard to remember those bleak scenes from his childhood. "Only my grandma didn't say anything. She didn't seem to be very happy. Instead, she got angry at my father. 'Do you think that child's father is dead and you can have a child?"
If you have a chance to marry her? Why don't you show off your own virtue? The Chen family in Mud Bottle Alley has been a one-person family for several generations, so you are not afraid of harming one person, and ultimately the whole family of three.
Can't survive? When the time comes, the Chen family will have no descendants. Aren't they afraid of retribution from their ancestors? Take a step back and say, you really don't know that woman's temperament. Are you willing to remarry you? 'My father was then
I just smiled playfully, thinking that I had done it and would get paid soon, so I stopped pretending to be sorry and guilty in front of my family. My grandma finally pointed at my mother’s nose and scolded me. My mother is not a good tempered person either.
Yes, my mother-in-law and daughter-in-law almost had a fight in the main hall. My father is the kind of person who likes the new and hates the old. The small town neighbors of his generation didn’t like him. Of course he helped his wife but not my mother at that time. In the end, my grandma sat
On the ground, I beat my chest fiercely, crying and complaining to the plaque, saying that the Ma family had recruited such a broomstick woman into the house, and you would never die in peace."
The man followed the young man's train of thought and asked, "Are you trying to gather all the illusory retribution for good and evil and the sins committed by the previous generation on yourself, hoping that your grandma and your parents will end well?"
Ma Kuxuan grinned, "I really don't have any feelings for my parents. Only grandma is worried about it. She is not willing to go to Zhenwu Mountain with me. She said that she must be buried next to grandpa's grave in this life. What if she goes there?
I don’t know that Zhenwu Mountain, which is tens of thousands of miles away, wants to trouble my grandson to move a jar home. Secondly, she heard that the road to the world after death and before being buried will be extremely bumpy. She said that she is still alive.
I had suffered enough when I was alive, but I don’t want to have to suffer even more after I die.”
The man said: "It's excusable, but it's unreasonable. It's just this once, it won't happen next time."
Ma Kuxuan curled his lips and looked cold. He didn't shake his head or refute, but he also didn't nod in agreement.
The man smiled and rubbed salt on the boy's wounds: "How does it feel to be pushed to the ground and beaten by your peers?"
Ma Kuxuan said angrily: "If that bitch hadn't secretly given him a knife, would I have lost to Chen Ping'an?! I only exerted seven percent of my strength from the beginning to the end! If I hadn't felt that I wanted to play cat-catching mice
…”
The man sneered softly and said: "Playing with cats and catching mice? Come on, I am not only thinking of beating Chen Pingan to death with 70% of my strength, but also making the girl take it lightly and killing two birds with one stone. It's quite a beautiful idea."
The young man blushed slightly, stiffened his neck and said angrily: "Who the hell are you, Master?!"
The man laughed.
The two got back on the road and headed towards the town. The young man asked: "Compared to Zhengyang Mountain, is Zhenwu Mountain higher or lower?"
The man smiled and asked, "Do you want to tell the truth or a lie?"
The young man rolled his eyes, "Where are the lies?"
The man replied: "That's about the same height."
The young man sighed sadly, feeling that he was really in a bad way. He recognized two masters. One died inexplicably in Qilong Lane, a small town, and the other was not very capable and had many rules.
The man smiled and said: "On the surface, Zhengyang Mountain is the foundation of swordsmanship, but in the minds of the monks of Dongbaopingzhou, its status is far inferior to that of their mortal enemy Fengleiyuan, so Zhengyang Mountain is not regarded as a first-class sect.
Power, of course, is just an illusion on the surface. In fact, Zhengyang Mountain has a very deep foundation. It is just that after the grudge happened that year, there was a man in Fengleiyuan who had a swordsmanship that far exceeded that of his peers. He was so amazing and brilliant that Zhengyang
The mountain had to bear the humiliation for hundreds of years..."
Ma Kuxuan said angrily: "No matter how much you praise Zhengyang Mountain, you can't change the fact that Zhenwu Mountain is not as good as Zhengyang Mountain."
The man smiled and said: "Ma Kuxuan, you are mistaken. The difference between Zhengyang Mountain and our Zhenwu Mountain is probably the Zhengyang Mountain."
The young man was stunned for a moment, and after hearing the implication of the man's words, he immediately smiled and said: "That's pretty much it!"
The man reminded: "The sect is the sect, and you are yourself."
The short boy smiled and said: "You are mistaken! What I mean is that since Zhenwu Mountain is so high, then when I become a master of martial arts and want to find someone to learn from, it will save time and trouble, and I won't be surrounded by a bunch of embroidered pillows and
Wine sack and rice sack!”
The man laughed it off and said, "Would such bold words be more convincing to a boy from Mud Bottle Alley?"
The young man said angrily: "Do you think you are a master like this? Be careful if you beat someone to death in the future, I won't help you avenge you!"
The man reached around his back, patted the scabbard, and said with a smile: "Except for this sword, Master is alone, and his body will disappear when he dies. What's the use of revenge?"
The young man asked doubtfully: "Isn't there another sect called Zhenwushan?"
The man gave a pass and said, "Zhenwu Mountain is different from other sects in Dongbaopingzhou. You will understand after you go up the mountain."
The tiger talisman on the man's waist jumped slightly. The man held the tiger talisman for a moment, and quickly said in a deep voice: "You and I will return to the town quickly! I, a military monk, seek good luck and avoid disaster, and predict the future, almost instinctively."
The young man rolled his eyes and said: "Even if there is chaos over there in the town, and the outsiders and the people in the town are bleeding like rivers, it is none of my business. We have agreed, I can promise not to take human lives lightly, but I will never do anything.
An act of chivalry and righteousness, helping those in danger and rescuing those in distress."
The man's face was solemn, he grabbed the young man's shoulder and ordered: "Don't talk, hold your breath!"
The two figures disappeared in a flash, and the next moment they had appeared more than ten feet away. This cycle was like a series of water floats made by the young Ma Kuxuan on the stream.
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Except for the wound on Chen Ping'an's back scratched by Ma Kuxuan's stone, there were not many external injuries. However, this definitely does not mean that Chen Ping'an was suffering well. The most troublesome thing was the palm of his left hand, which was delayed when he went into the water to touch rocks to catch fish.
Healing speed, this time he had a fight with Ma Kuxuan and fist bumped, which made matters worse. When he tore off the old cotton strips, even Chen Pingan could only open a bag on his waist, take out a porcelain bottle, and drink
The thick medicinal soup inside is exactly what Yang's shop prescribed back then. It's useless except for the pain relief.
After Ning Yao took back the simple-looking clothes-pressing knife, he cut off a large section of the cuffs of his underwear, tore it into strips, and helped Chen Ping'an, who was covered in cold sweat, to wrap it up and asked: "The earthwork of Yang's shop
Son, is it really useful?"
Chen Pingan gently shook his left hand and smiled, "It's very useful. It really hurt just now. I've had this pain twice before."
Ning Yao scolded: "You can see the bones in the flesh in the palm of your hand, does it not hurt? Do you really think that you have cultivated the golden body of an Arhat with an undefeated Vajra, or a Taoist true king with an unsullied body? Let you be brave! Follow me.
That Ma Kuxuan is so stubborn. Didn’t he say that he would challenge us to a duel? It’s okay. He challenged the two of us in a duel. There’s nothing wrong with that. Even my majestic Ning Yao doesn’t find it embarrassing. You’re addicted to trying to be a hero. Otherwise, I’ll wait for you.
If you choose to move the orangutan in Zhengyang Mountain, I will continue to applaud you?"
Chen Ping'an just planned to discuss his opinions and principles with her.
The girl suddenly stared, and the boy immediately nodded and said, "Miss Ning is right."
Ning Yao squinted his eyes angrily and said, "You don't feel upset if you say it? You think I don't know?"
Chen Ping'an chuckled and kept glancing at the clothes-pressing knife in her hand. At first glance, it looked small and cute, but upon closer inspection, it was sharp and cold.
The young man felt that this clothes-pressing knife and its owner seemed to be exactly the opposite.
To be continued...