The mountains are dancing wildly, the world is vast, covered with snow in the depths of winter.
In the capital of King Qi, there were various whispers, and many people were discussing the young man who stepped on the snow to the sky that day, killed many monks and saved them.
However, no one could guess it.
The owner of Wanjian Dojo was seriously injured, but he came out with a bandage and continued to recruit students. He seemed to know who the young man was, but he didn't tell him.
In the palace, Commander Jin Batian seemed to know who it was, but he didn't say anything.
There are good words.
There are also some bad ones.
Among the crowd's murmurs, someone suddenly said in an impatient tone: "What are you discussing? In my opinion, he is also a member of the sect. He is aloof and different from us mortals. He is very valuable."
Someone next to me said: "He saved you."
"Do I want him to save me? Do I want him to save me? If he has the ability, he can take my life back. Bah! It's just for fame and reputation."
"Where's the name?"
"Hey, while we were discussing, he suddenly revealed his identity. Wouldn't that make him famous
Anyway, he has nothing to do with us. I looked at him from a distance and saw that the young man was wearing fine clothes. Those clothes were probably very expensive.
Where did this money come from? He didn't earn it himself anyway, so what's the difference between this and those powerful people? It's ridiculous. There are still many people who are grateful to him. It's really that the whole world is drunk and I am alone. "
"That is, if he is really good to us, he should reveal all his abilities and then teach us so that everyone can be like him. Only then will I admit that he is really good, otherwise I will I don’t think there is any difference between him and those masters. Why can he do it and we can’t? Is there any difference between people? Why? "
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's right. Whoever wants him to save, I hope more people die, and that boy deserves to die the most. Haha, he is helping the sect clear his name. He thinks that we will be grateful if he saves us. Is he grateful to the sect? Haha, don’t be fooled by his hypocrisy. I have seen many such people."
"That is to say, the ignorant people will be grateful to him, be deceived by his hypocrisy, think that he is a good person, and think that he is kind. I won't say it anymore... The widow of the Wang family just died. Her family has money, so I have to defraud her. Scam her, maybe you can get a lot of money out of her. If she refuses to give it, her little son will never survive the winter. Those who make big things don't stick to trivial matters, hahaha."
"I have to go and get busy. The old man who worked for my family yesterday actually said that the harvest was not good and he paid a few buckets of rice less. I have to teach him a lesson and let him know what it means to be high or low. It depends on him. Are you worthy of negotiating terms with me? If he eats less and saves a little, doesn’t it mean that he can hand over all the rice? He knows that it is good for himself. People nowadays, hey... "
In the crowd, a dark figure stood quietly behind the wall, blending in with the surrounding environment. It looked like a killer who was accustomed to appearing in the shadows.
The killer had high cheekbones and eyes as slender as lancets. He was cold and evil. He listened silently, remembered silently, and then left, going to the next place.
The next day…
A murder occurred in the capital of Qi State.
Dozens of people were found dead in their homes, and strangely, they all died in the same manner.
They were all stabbed twenty-five times, no more, no less, and died late.
Cut off the eyebrows first, then the shoulders, then the breasts, then cut the flesh between the elbows, between the elbows and shoulders, and the legs thinly, and cut out the lower belly of the legs into waning moons, the flesh of the cheeks, the hands and wrists, the feet and legs, Finally, the owl heads.
Just when the city was in panic, in the shadow of a certain mansion, the black figure stood quietly.
He turned his head to the sky and murmured to himself with a perverted and twisted laugh: "I, Guishou, have never owed anyone anything in my life. Since you saved my life, today I will help you get rid of those who slandered you with evil words to repay your debt. The favor was repaid.
You are a person in heaven and I am a ghost on earth, but in the end we cannot escape the word friendship.
You don't have the intention to give me a peach, but I have the intention to repay you with a plum. Hahaha, happy, happy. "
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed the sound of footsteps coming from all around.
Just when he wanted to move, the door to the mansion had already been blasted open.
The leader had a dignified appearance and a calm demeanor. He was none other than Nancheng Wei, the capital of Qi State. He looked at the black figure and suddenly said sternly: "Ghost Hands! You were responsible for last night's murder. Your hands and feet are not clean. Leave a trace at the scene." We got something, now the evidence is conclusive, why don’t we just arrest him!!”
"Hey~~ Mr. Zhao is so majestic."
"Guishou, I know why you killed people, but you are wrong. We, Daqi, have our own Daqi laws, and you have been arrested."
Guishou snorted coldly. His movement was extremely fast, and in an instant he turned into a spiral shadow, trying to soar into the sky.
His skills are indeed a good one in the mortal world.
However, he was never able to step on the wall and leave because his mansion was already surrounded by police officers. These police officers came well prepared and each held a repeating crossbow, aiming at him, leaving him with no way to go to the sky or on the earth. Door.
He was forced to fall back and said angrily: "Even if I am killed, I will never be caught. Mr. Zhao, you will arrest me for the rest of my life, but I will obey you because you are aboveboard, upright and selfless. If you have the ability, Come here alone and give me a ride."
The city captain stared at him for a long time and said in a deep voice: "He is a man, what a pity."
After saying that, he pulled out his standard long sword with a clang and stepped forward.
Guishou laughed loudly, drew out his scimitar, and faced him.
…
…
The battle between sects and mortals is always separated by water and mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
Even though Qi Xiu was the leader of Qi State, he could only get a little bit of information through spies.
There seemed to be an extremely brutal fight in the east. The process was unknown, but the victory and defeat were clear.
Years ago, when Qi Xiu saw that Wanjian Dojo had sent more disciples to settle in, he knew that the fierce fighting in the mortal world had finally settled.
Obviously, Wan Jian Zong won.
Not only that, the Wanjian Sect has changed its attitude towards mortals, no longer being aggressive and killing from the heart.
Such an attitude is destined to become a weather vane, and the relationship between the sect and the dynasty is destined to improve. After all, Wanjian Sect will dominate the north of Yunzhou Bantian Mountain in the future.
Qi Xiu didn't understand why.
I don't understand who did what.
But, no matter what, this is good news for the mortal dynasty.
Years ago, his seventeenth son came back from the Wanjian Sect. He asked about the situation. The seventeenth prince said that the leader of the Wanjian Sect repented before his death, so he changed his attitude towards the mortal world.
As for the reason for the change, it’s probably because people’s actions are good when they are about to die.
Afterwards, Qi Xiu made a bloodless pass.
In the battle to seize the legitimate rights, none of the princes or princesses died. Prince Qi Heng ascended the throne safely, worked diligently to reduce taxes, manage the country and the country, and looked at the sufferings of the world without asking about the way to live forever.
However, even though peace seems to have been restored to the mortal dynasty, various killings are still going on among the sects, fighting at close quarters, with endless attacks and defenses.
There seems to be a scuffle between the two factions, the East and the West.
There also seems to be an internal reorganization within the Eastern Sect.
Scattered and chaotic, like meat grinders.
If the monks had not reached a consensus, Yunzhou would have been beaten to pieces again.
All major mortal dynasties have retreated and implemented curfews.
and a certain degree of lockdown,
At the same time, all countries have tacitly agreed to arrange roadblocks on the major roads leading to the sect and send people to patrol. In short, no one is allowed to enter the area where the sect is fighting.
Like this, another twelve months passed.
The following winter.
The seventeenth son of Qi is already sixteen.
Mengmeng is also ten years old.
Xiao Su's head hurt more and more, and fragments of pictures often flashed by. Xia Ji looked at her carefully several times and chatted with her several times, but there was not much progress.
I could only vaguely know that the reason why Xiao Su lost his memory was that he had experienced a big battle.
Xia Ji didn't know what kind of battle caused this situation. Could it be that Xiao Su was against the ancestor
The ancestor should not be on this continent, so how many continents are there in this new world now
Xia Ji would not act rashly and did not dare to force Xiao Su to recall. He would only carefully and slowly heal her wounds while leading her to recall more things.
However, they are still just fragmented pictures.
Although fragmented, the tragedy can still be seen as the tip of the iceberg.
Xia Ji stayed with Xiao Su. Whenever she had a headache, he would tell her something else to make her happy and change the topic.
Therefore, in addition to his unchanging desire to become stronger, his unchanging ambition, and his unforgettable waiting for Miaomiao, he had another goal.
He wants to help Xiao Su find her memory.
Then, even if he stabs the sky, he should repay kindness with kindness and revenge with hatred.
This is his relative and his enemy, untouchable.
And during this time, he finally took the time to go to Wanjian Dojo.
When the Gongyang leader of Wanjian Dojo saw him coming, he hurried out with a look of respect that others didn't understand.
yes…
He is obviously just a prince, why do the elders of Wanjian Sect have to settle in and respect him
The disciples in the dojo understood it just by thinking about it. This was for the sake of Commander Jin Batian.
Xia Ji didn't explain.
The ram chief didn't even explain.
Chief Gongyang arranged lecture time for Xia Ji, and Xia Ji did his part and became a junior teacher in this dojo.
At first, the disciples in the dojo were quite unconvinced by this young gentleman.
But Xia Ji didn't do anything. He just taught and taught, and gradually no one spoke.
Without him, it's almost perfect.
But there is one characteristic of the primary school teacher's class. He does not teach the exercises first, but teaches people "self-examination", "being careful about independence" and "nurturing Qi".
Reflect three times a day, before going to bed and after waking up, to deal with any uneasy conscience and achieve peace of mind.
Living alone must not violate the law of a gentleman, otherwise you will have to punish yourself.
Cultivate Haoran's righteousness, generate a warm-blooded heart, and possess character, integrity, and benevolence.
These thoughts are all good thoughts.
And if it is not good, the skill will not make any progress.
Why
Because Xia Ji re-edited a book of magic, this book contains magical powers and can be changed in many ways. The basics may be the same, but after reaching the eighth level, if 10,000 people read it, there will be 10,000 answers.
The foundation of this mysterious skill is kindness.
Without this, the skill will be self-defeating.
It goes without saying how powerful the Xuan Gong compiled by Xia Ji is.
And if you want to become stronger, then you need to follow this heart, reflect on yourself, be cautious about independence, nourish your energy, and do not violate your conscience.
And everyone who practices this technique is destined to become a kind seed, sowing it will eventually produce a better new world.
This law is called "Tian Xian".
The first to eighth levels of this Xuan Gong are all methods of nourishing Qi and cultivating one's moral character.
The Dharma on the ninth level is transformed by the mind. The stronger the heart, the stronger the Dharma.
The tenth level of the Dharma body means that no matter what kind of Dharma body it is, it can consolidate itself by accumulating Qi.
The eleventh level of supernatural power is the spirit of speech to a certain extent. It can mobilize the heart of heaven with selfish motives, and has great power. It can speak the constitution of heaven and follow the law.
And under Xia Ji's careful compilation, this mysterious skill has been very powerful from the first level.
If you practice other techniques, it will be fine, but you are destined to be crushed by this mysterious technique, from the first realm to the final realm, and the further you go, the bigger the gap becomes.
Now, in this winter, many people are sitting in Wanjian Dojo, listening to the lectures of the seventeenth prince.
Even people like Gongyang Chang, who was at the peak of the Thirteenth Realm, listened curiously. After practicing some, he began to attend classes every day.
Gradually…
In just one year, Wanjian Dojo has attracted a huge number of people.
The chaos in the sect has been put down, and the killing and robbery demons are aimed at extraordinary people and have little to do with mortals, unless they happen to be involved.
Such an environment, to a certain extent, gives ordinary people the subjective conditions for longing for the extraordinary and the objective conditions for a relatively safe life.
Unconsciously, another year has passed.
The seventeenth son of Qi is already seventeen.
Mengmeng is also eleven years old.
at this time…
On the stage outside the Wanjian Dojo in the capital of Qi, the young man was sitting cross-legged. Mengmeng was standing behind him with an umbrella in both hands. Around the two of them, there were tens of thousands of people listening to his lecture.
The snow is falling,
A layer of pure white was spread on the surface of the big black umbrella.
The wind blows and falls, and the falling snow comes back again.
The seventeenth prince spoke eloquently, and the people around him were silent and listened respectfully.
What he taught is "Only kindness and continuous self-improvement can make you strong."
Nothing else.
This "Heavenly Constitution" is the supreme method he extracted from the 4.44 million dharma images, magical powers of yin and yang, and swords.
Who can suppress this method
Even from now on, it is impossible to burn this method. Unless no one in the sect practices it, otherwise as long as the book is destroyed due to selfishness, the defense will be broken, and inner demons will arise. From now on, this book will be supreme Kung Fu will become a poison that tortures people. At best, they will not be able to advance in their realm, but at worst, they will become obsessed and lose all their skills.
Xia Ji vaguely remembered that he had preached in the imperial capital of Shang Dynasty for 1,500 years, but that was because he had a hidden intention and incorporated the Zen method of the Three Generations into his words. Although people gained something, they also gained something. At this time, it is imprinted with its own spiritual imprint and becomes subordinate to itself to some extent.
It seems ridiculous now.
Although the three-generation Zen method has the names of past, present, and future, it stops at the ninth realm, and even Miao Miao cannot write a follow-up.
Now, he has already transcended the limitations of that Zen method, and has clearly seen that this Zen method is not a true Zen method, or it has been distorted to some extent.
How can the way of Zen be passed on to others
Words cannot be transmitted, words cannot be transmitted, so where is the mysterious power
Putting a spiritual imprint on others may seem to strengthen oneself, but in fact, it is a loss of greatness due to smallness, and the Taoist mind is tainted and no longer flawless.
At this time, he seemed to have gained nothing from preaching, but in fact he gained a lot.
Because when he perfected others, he also perfected himself.
…
…
Two years have passed since the war between the Demon Lord and the First Emperor of the West.
In two years, many things happened in the sect.
In fact, not long after the Western invasion, the Eastern Fang also discovered the urn book that led to the Fourteenth Realm.
This notebook is very interesting. Only one name can be written on one page.
And if your destiny is not important enough, you cannot write it down.
Karma can improve one's destiny, so to a certain extent, reaching the peak of the Thirteenth Realm is a prerequisite for "being able to write one's name on a piece of paper".
But what if there are people who haven’t even reached the first level, but their destiny is so heavy that they can belong to Lubo without any karma
That's not clear. After all, the time is still short and the sect has not encountered this situation.
Lubo was born near the "Black Tide".
This black tide may condense into a pool or a lake.
The larger the scale, the easier it is to produce a ruthless book.
The number of pages in each urn book is extremely limited. If the person who writes is not important enough, even though he cannot write, the page will be consumed in the process of trying, which increases the number of urn books. The scarcity also forced the monks to venture into the "Black Tide" area to explore.
But the strange thing is that once a person who has entered the Fourteenth Realm steps into the Kuroshio area, the Kuroshio will abandon everyone and only focus on chasing and killing those in the Fourteenth Realm.
So, what exactly is this black tide
Whose bones are those bones inside
What is the reason for it
no one knows.
but…
The sect is finally stable.
Because of the existence of the Demon Lord, Wanjian Sect became the first sect north of Bantian Mountain, a hundred thousand miles away. However, the war was far from over. Neither the emperor, the queen nor the two phases were dead. They just retreated to the west to recuperate, but in the The fear of the Demon Lord is probably "if there is no great chance, if the Demon Lord is still in the east, then he will not dare to invade even half a step."
Now, the Western sects' advantage is gone, and it's time for their own development again.
…
…
at this time…
Wan Jian Zong.
The new sect leader is Yu Long’s disciple, Chun Shanjun.
This person may not be the strongest, but he is experienced and calm in dealing with things. He also rose to prominence in the East-West War and made contributions, and also provided first-hand information on the Kuroshio incident.
As for Xu Lingling and Du Bai, they were both sect ancestors.
And this new sect leader obviously encountered an extremely troublesome thing.
He sat high on the head seat of the hall, holding a book in his hand and scanning it over and over, sighing with emotion from time to time.
"Monster, you are really a monster with amazing talent and beauty! Such a mysterious skill..."
Chunshan Jun suddenly raised his head and asked, "Jianliu, what is the result of your inquiry?"
The Sword Lord is the new system of Wanjian Sect, with numbers ranging from one to forty-nine, and is only responsible to the sect leader, and now the number has just reached eight.
Jianliu is a female cultivator with a girlish appearance and a deserted face. At this time, she is standing in front of the hall and reporting: "To the sect leader, it is said that this little gentleman got this "Tian Xian" in a dream, so he spread it to the world. .”
"Little sir?"
"That is Qi Yu, the seventeenth prince of Qi Kingdom."
"Income from a dream... What an income from a dream. I have been on Yunzhou for more than five hundred years, but how come no one else has dreamed of such a good thing?"
"I don't know." Jianliu's pretty face showed a look of recollection. She just thought for a moment, and the gentle and jade-like prince seemed to appear in front of her eyes. Maybe people like him were indeed different.
Chunshanjun has a headache.
the reason is simple.
The sect burned the "Scroll of Ten Thousand Dharmas" in order to cut off the path to immortality.
Now that this young gentleman is preaching the "Tian Xian", he has opened the way to heaven for mortals.
He is going against all the sects.
But it happened that this young gentleman was a very special being to Wanjian Sect, and he had a life-saving grace for himself.
How to deal with this matter
what to do
Haruyama-kun would rather form a group to go to the Kuroshio area now than face this matter, which is too difficult.
After much thought, he decided to take the seemingly incompetent but universal method of reporting the matter to the police.
So, he grabbed the "Tian Xian" and went to see the Demon Lord, and then told the story exactly.
Xu Lingling grabbed "Tian Xian" and flipped through it a few times. She had made up her mind. If this Xuan Gong was just a good thing, there was no need to say more. She could just have people burn all the techniques without bothering.
But she just glanced at it and couldn't look away.
Although Xu Lingling has entered the Fourteenth Realm for the first time, her vision, experience, and temperament are far beyond those of others. What she sees is naturally different from others. Even so, she cannot understand the mystery of this book.
When she looked at this book, she felt as if she were standing on the top of a mountain, looking up at the stars. She felt that it was vast, mysterious, majestic, and beautiful, but she couldn't swim in it to appreciate the beauty.
a long time…
For a long time…
While she was watching, Mr. Chunshan was waiting.
At this point, it was three days and three nights, but Xu Lingling finally realized that she had not been able to exhaust the mystery, and it was obvious that she could not practice this mysterious skill, because the core of this mysterious skill was kindness.
She is not good, so she cannot practice.
This even made her feel a sense of regret.
Why can't you practice
When this thought occurred, Xu Lingling was shocked again.
If you have this thought, you shouldn't do it. This is when flaws begin to appear in your heart.
But because of this, the level of this Xuan Gong is really extremely high, at least Xu Lingling has not seen anything close to it.
So, Xu Lingling closed the book.
Chun Shanjun asked softly: "Master Demon Lord, how about this method?"
Xu Lingling said with emotion: "This method is supreme, it is the best skill in the world."
Chunshan Jun smiled bitterly and said, "How should we deal with it?"
Xu Lingling held her chin and thought for a while, "He was the one who recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra for Yu Long, and the one who rescued you for the first time at the Dai family in Shui'an City, right?"
"yes."
"Well, that's it... I'll go see him and make plans later."
"Then I will arrange the itinerary for Lord Demon Lord."
"No, I can go alone."
Xu Lingling touched her lips with her index finger, held her chin up and looked at the sky in the distance, as if she was remembering a long, long time ago when she was a child...
It rained heavily that day, and the man dragged her out of the coffin, which changed the fate of her life.
Xu Lingling grinned her lips, revealing serrated fangs and a forked tongue, and murmured: "Teacher, you may have a successor."
After saying this, she had a happy smile on her face.
She stepped up and moved her left hand. This hand was injured in the fight with the Western Emperor two years ago. It has not recovered yet, but the injury of the Emperor was several times more serious.
She walked past Chunshan Jun, even though she had not deliberately released her breath. Chunshan Jun, who had already entered the fourteenth realm, did not dare to move...
He just let her pass by and then dared to turn around and leave with her.
Then, he saw the Demon Lord looking up to the sky and laughing loudly, and then his huge body stepped into the void and flew away into the distance.
Xu Lingling held a small flower in her hands and flew in the air. The scenery under her feet quickly retreated.
She murmured: "Don't let me down... little sir."
If you are really worthy, so what if I defy all the sects in the world for you