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In the ancestral house of the Ma family on Xinghua Lane, the golden-armored god who had been walking around the town walked back to the courtyard. It was strange that no one noticed such a big true god walking around.
The young man Ma Kuxuan squatted on the steps outside the door. After seeing the golden-armored god, his face was full of hope. The military monk of Zhenwu Mountain asked: "How?"
The god was dressed in golden armor, with a majestic appearance. His lips moved slightly, but Ma Kuxuan couldn't hear any sound, so he looked anxiously at the sword cultivator in the room. The latter sighed: "He said that your grandma committed too many sins during her lifetime.
Before death, the three souls and the seven souls were already the same as the body, just like the old age, so after your grandma died, the life soul decayed at the same time. This town is different from other places. It is naturally resistant to ghosts and ghosts, so she did not find you.
Grandma’s remaining soul.”
Ma Kuxuan's face was ferocious, he raised his head and roared at the god general: "I don't care what method you use, go and get grandma's soul back for me!"
The Zhenwu Mountain sword cultivator's face changed drastically. He was afraid that Ma Kuxuan would offend the true god named Yin, and when he was about to stop the young man, the golden-armored god for some unknown reason actually spoke in the orthodox Mandarin of East Aquarius Continent: "No, no.
Why, it really can’t be done.”
After saying this, the mighty god general shrouded in golden light looked at Zhenwushan Sword Cultivator in the room. The latter took a deep breath, held incense with his hands, and bowed three times to the god general in the courtyard. Each time he bowed,
Once, a light golden breath as thick as a hair floated out from the Zhenwu Mountain Jianxiu Niwan acupoint, and was then gently inhaled into the nose by the golden-armored god.
After three times, the god-man rose from the ground and turned into a bright beam of light and left the world.
Zhenwushan sword cultivator's face turned pale, he moved a chair and sat down, letting out a breath of turbid air.
This is the real reason for the popular saying, “It is easy to invite gods, but difficult to send away.”
Ma Kuxuan looked away with an indifferent expression, turned around and walked into the house, sat next to the cold corpse, reached out to grab the old woman's withered palm, and stared at her face. The young man did not speak for a long time.
The man carrying the sword took off the tiger charm from his waist. The color was slightly dimmer than before, and he slowly put it into his sleeve.
The man with the sword rested for a moment, got up and did not go to the young man. Instead, he sat on the threshold, with his back to the young man, and said slowly: "Your grandma must have been slapped at the door. She was slapped with great force. Her whole body was...
He was thrown into the house and died. You may not like to hear what follows, but at least you should know the truth. Most of the people who took action were Qi practitioners who did not know the severity of the action. In addition, your grandma's body bones were not strong, so she died.
Since it was a Qi practitioner who took action, it is probably related to Chen Ping'an and the foreign girl in Mud Bottle Lane, or the young woman who deliberately ruined Shui Guan's mood at the covered bridge before, in order to take revenge. The former may be
Sex is very small, and the latter is very likely. Therefore, you went to the mass grave to kill Chen Ping'an out of filial piety to your grandma, but it was the cause and effect. But you never thought that when you went out, you would
Someone just came to the door to provoke me."
Ma Kuxuan stretched out a trembling hand and gently pressed the back of his hand against his grandma's cheek, which was swollen and already turning a dark blue color.
The young man said softly: "So I killed my grandma, right?"
The man carrying the sword said: "From a worldly perspective, yes or no. If based on..."
Ma Kuxuan didn't want to listen to this man anymore. He stood up and said with a ferocious smile: "You can't massacre a city and destroy a country, you can't kill innocent people indiscriminately, you can't do these things, you can't do those things! So, can you do revenge and murder?! "
Without waiting for the man to give an answer, Ma Kuxuan continued: "If I can't even do this, then what's the point of me being a military monk? Why don't I just become a big devil who does whatever I want? Why didn't I agree to that pair of Taoist priests and nuns? ,What kind of sect are you going to?!"
The man hesitated for a moment and said, "As long as you can bear all the consequences, that's fine."
"Just like today."
"Also, there are some things that I may not have said thoroughly before. For example, when it comes to killing, everyone actually has a line. How many people you can kill and how many people I can kill are absolutely different. Not just because I am better than You are strong and have a high level, and a person's character is also very important. Maybe I killed a hundred people, and they were all people who should be killed, but you only killed two or three, and there were people who shouldn't be killed."
Ma Kuxuan suddenly sneered and said: "Whether or not to kill, how to kill, I ask you why, do you need your help? I almost forgot, I am not an official disciple of Zhenwu Mountain yet!"
The young man lowered his head and glanced at the old woman's face, then turned to the Eight Immortals table in the main hall and roared: "Go and lead the way!"
A black cat quickly jumped out from under the Eight Immortals table, and Ma Kuxuan followed it and ran outside the house.
Men don't care.
You must know that the country where the man lives fell into turmoil a hundred and fifty years ago. The mountains and rivers were broken, and the war for a hundred years was so cruel that it surpassed the East Aquarius Island. The last ten million households lived in it. When the new dynasty ended that catastrophe, only There are less than 800,000 households left. In the end, many young children feel that no one in the world needs to be collected and buried after they die.
A man is one of these children.
The man stood up slowly. Instead of reminding Ma Kuxuan that the murderer had been driven out of the town, he wanted to ask Master Ruan a question.
Why is it that Buddhism has been in decline for thousands of years in East Aquarius Continent, and only some small countries will regard it as a national teacher. In this small town, it is also the weakest, but the cycle of cause and effect is so obvious.
The military swordsman followed the young man from a distance.
Even if Ma Kuxuan is already a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, men will not interfere too much in the young man's personal grudges.
We live and die together on the battlefield, and we are responsible for life and death on the path of spiritual practice.
Of course, nothing is absolute. Just like Ma Kuxuan almost died at the hands of Chen Ping'an before, the man took action to save Ma Kuxuan. There are two reasons. One is that deep down in his heart, he does not want a genius like Ma Kuxuan to pass away. He died young. I hope that Ma Kuxuan can hone his skills in Zhenwu Mountain and improve his talent and temperament to a higher level. I hope that the young man can become one of the representatives of military strategists and make great achievements in the following great wars and troubled times. Extraordinary. The other one was Mr. Qi who took the initiative and said that the two young men, Ma Kuxuan and Chen Pingan, should decide the winner, but not life or death.
At that time, he thought Mr. Qi was worried about the death of the boy from Mud Bottle Lane, but later he found out that was not the case at all.
The man followed the young man from a distance and found that after Ma Kuxuan experienced the initial excitement, his steps became slower and slower, becoming more and more relaxed. In the end, he looked like an ordinary young man going shopping. Just when the black cat came from one place The roof jumped on the young man's shoulder, then jumped to the ground, turned around, and ran away, as if to tell the young man that he had found his goal. After that, the young man started jogging, and his temperament changed again.
The spring rain was light, but it only caused pedestrians to hurry on the street, far from reaching the point of taking shelter under the eaves.
A pair of young men and women dressed in luxurious clothes were walking towards the street from Qilong Lane. They seemed to have their own opportunities, and their faces were full of joy. However, a young man taught them what blessings and misfortunes depended on each other. The young man started running from a distance of more than fifty steps behind the two of them, and the two of them started running.
When he was ten steps away, he shouted loudly, and when the young man turned around to look back, Ma Kuxuan punched him swiftly and without any mercy.
A punch to the head.
The young man flew out and fell heavily onto the street. His body twitched slightly and showed no sign of struggling to get up.
After the punch, the young man's feet fell to the ground and he happened to be standing side by side with the young woman.
Ma Kuxuan twisted his body and swung lightning with his left hand towards the woman's neck. The young cultivator, who was half a head taller than him, was knocked to the ground by the young man's arm with a bang.
The woman's head hit the muddy ground.
Ma Kuxuan stretched out a foot, stepped on the woman's forehead, stared at the dizzy face, bent down and said in elegant Mandarin: "I know the murderer is not in the town anymore, but it doesn't matter, I myself
You can check.”
A young woman with an excellent appearance, her eyes were bloodshot, her nose and ears were bleeding, and she looked at the condescending swarthy young man with horror on her face.
The young man's face was ferocious, "I, Ma Kuxuan, have ruined your spiritual state of mind. If you take revenge later, even if you chop me to death, I will accept my fate and will never resent you. Even if you fail to take revenge, if I am in a good mood, I will still
I will let you go and be willing to play with you a few more times. In my opinion, the world should be so clear and refreshing."
The woman was probably the pride of her sect. She had never seen such a scene before. She was so frightened that she probably couldn’t even remember what the ferocious young man said. She just begged for mercy: “Let me go, please let me go.”
I didn't kill your grandma, I didn't know anything about it..."
The young man gradually increased the force on the soles of his feet, slowly pressing the side of the woman's head into the mud, "Do you know what I hate you most? After committing a crime, you can still take it so seriously! There is no guilt at all, not at all...
…”
The young man's words were filled with tears and his eyes were filled with deep-seated 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 the Tide Cavalry, and I am his most beloved granddaughter. I can compensate you, if you want
I can promise anything..."
The young man smiled softly and said, "Oh? What a coincidence, I am the grandson of my grandma Malanhua!"
The young man suddenly raised his foot a little, and then wiped the sole of his shoe on the woman's delicate cheek, "Tide Cavalry, right? Wait, I'll play with you slowly."
The young man put away his feet and turned his head to look in the left and right directions. On the left, a man from Zhenwu Mountain stood in the distance with his sword behind his back. On the right, there was an elegant young man holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing in front of a pitiful man who fell to the ground.
Next to Chong, he looked at Ma Kuxuan.
Ma Kuxuan's intuition told him 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, but the wet boy held her neck down. After the woman did not dare to move, the boy let go of his hand, slapped the woman's cheek with his palm, and said with a smile: "Remember
Stay here, my name is Ma Kuxuan, and I will definitely come find you in the future. And that guy who is not in the town, you must thank him, otherwise our relationship will not be so good."
Ma Kuxuan finally spit on the woman's face.
The young man stood up and walked towards the man from Zhenwu Mountain and asked in a low voice: "Who is that man?"
The sword cultivator said calmly: "He is one of the seventy-two academies of Confucianism. The future mountain master of Guanhu Academy is called Cui Minghuang. He has a prominent life experience. This time he is also here to retrieve the most important thing. The city is very deep. Be careful in the future.
If nothing unexpected happens, you have already been targeted by him."
Ma Kuxuan frowned and said, "This person gives people a very different impression from Mr. Qi from the school."
The sword cultivator laughed dumbly and said: "Do you think a few scholars can stick to their true intentions like Mr. Qi?"
He hesitated for a moment and then explained: "There are rumors from the outside world that Mr. Qi's realm fell and his mood was broken after the defeat of his mentor, so he agreed to be relegated to this small world. Although he is constantly being eroded by the pressure of heaven, he can
Do whatever you want. I don’t think so.”
Ma Kuxuan was not interested in this. He turned around and saw the man holding an umbrella squatting next to the woman, probably trying to comfort her with kind words.
Ma Kuxuan withdrew his gaze and walked side by side with the man carrying the sword. The young man returned to Xinghua Lane with heavy steps.
To be continued...