Why do you want to practice swordsmanship?
Sui Yi's hair was flying, he closed his eyes, and memories suddenly came to his mind.
The happiest childhood memory is probably herding cattle in the mountains. Watching the cows flicking their tails, lazily eating weeds, and picking wild flowers and fruits on the roadside.
Mulberries, wild strawberries, jujubes, and even morning glories with nectar.
Until one day, my father got seriously ill, and the family was forced to sell furniture, jewelry, pigs and sheep. Finally, they sold the old cow that had been plowing the fields for many years. From then on, he could no longer go to the mountains to herd cattle.
My mother became taciturn, and my father began to drink too much. His temper became worse and worse, and he often beat and scolded himself and his mother.
The beating hurt, and I would occasionally curse secretly in my heart, hoping that my father would die soon.
The curse came true.
When my father did not return from buying wine, my mother and I borrowed an oil lamp from a neighbor and searched throughout the village. Finally we found him lying in a ditch on the roadside with signs of being hit by a carriage.
The only one in the village with a carriage is Li Zheng.
Li is the head of the clan in the village, and his family has a foreign surname.
For a small mountain village, the patriarch is the leader.
My mother knelt in front of Li Zheng's house and begged for two hundred coins for the coffin.
Li was busy preparing for his daughter's wedding banquet. He got tired of being rushed, opened the door, and hit his mother on the head with a wooden stick.
My mother fainted and woke up after a while. She staggered home holding herself in her arms. She felt hot all over in the middle of the night, talked some nonsense, and then died.
I sat on the bedside and cried until I had no energy left. The next day, I used the only cabinet left at home as a coffin for my parents and buried it in the backyard - I was too young at that time, and digging a hole had already consumed all my energy.
On the third day, I stood in the field, struggling to swing a hoe that was taller than myself under the scorching sun.
People need to eat. If the fields are not taken care of, food will not grow.
Farming is hard, but facing an empty home is more terrifying than farming. When I wake up in the middle of the night, I always hope to hear some sounds.
Even if it's my father's cough or the squeaking of my mother's textiles.
Later, a woman with a compass came to the village. She said that she was extremely talented and took her to the state capital, Chang'an, and the Academy.
The doctors in the academy are very kind. They are vying to be their teachers. They gather around and patiently ask what they want to learn.
After hesitating for a long time, he timidly replied: "The most powerful one."
The doctors laughed, and the female doctor smiled and stroked her dry hair, "Then learn the sword from me."
So, he started practicing swordsmanship by himself.
He is known as the most talented swordsman in fifty years.
Feel the energy, hide in the body, listen to the rain, and patrol the clouds. Everything comes naturally, with almost no obstacles.
By the fourth year, no one among the senior brothers and sisters was his opponent. The only one who could beat him was He Siping, who was a year above.
I might be really good at it.
After confirming this, he took advantage of the holidays of a certain year to leave Chang'an, return to his hometown, and sneak into the village at night.
He quietly crossed the wall of Li Zheng's house, opened the window of his house, and stood by the bed to take a closer look.
After not seeing each other for several years, Li Zheng looked a lot older, but the door bolt of their house remained the same as before - it was the stick that beat his mother to death.
So, he opened the door to let the cold wind blow in, put the sword on the table, sat at the table, and waited quietly.
Li Zheng and his wife were awakened by the cold wind. Amid his screams of fear, he slowly lit the oil lamp and explained his identity.
Li Zheng knelt down and begged for mercy, then stood up and brandished his sword.
Heads fell to the ground.
At home, there was no sound. Including the daughter and son-in-law’s family who are married but still living at home.
Are you a bad person?
Maybe.
After reburying his father and mother, he returned to Chang'an Academy, folded his hands and folded his sword, waiting for Shan Chang's death.
The informed doctors shook their heads and sighed, saying why this is necessary.
Indeed, he is about to become a patroller in the academy. As long as he lets out a word or even a hint, there will naturally be countless people willing to help and let the Lizheng family follow the normal procedures to judge the law.
Or died silently due to some accident,
There is no need to cause a major case that alarms the Zhenfu Division.
But if you don't use your own sword, then why bother practicing so hard for so many years?
After staying in the dungeon of the academy for half a month, there was no punishment for revoking his cultivation or being expelled from school. There was only a transfer order - he had to go to the Supervisory Department and go to the Shiwan Barren Mountains to hunt demons to atone for his sins.
The teacher saved herself again - she went to her hometown to investigate and collected enough evidence to prove that the Rizheng family was innocent.
I wield the sword for those who cannot.
'Ten years to sharpen a sword,'
The scene of memories was swallowed up by the fire burning in front of me,
'Frost Blade has never been tried. '
The palm of his hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and the cold touch was as reliable as ever.
'Today I will show you,'
Open your eyes and face the golden city wall,
'Who has any injustice? '
Swinging the sword, he cut off Satsuma's head just like before.
Boom boom boom boom!
The firefly light soaring into the sky followed the trajectory of the sword blade, tearing apart the golden light restriction.
The light spots splashed, and the wall guarding the pagoda instantly fell apart, revealing the pagoda's true appearance.
The sea of qi is almost exhausted, and the spiritual veins are almost at a standstill.
Sui Yi staggered and almost fell, but managed to stand still with Li Ang's help.
Her lips were pale, and she smiled at Li Ang and gave a thumbs up, "Then I'll leave it to you."
"Um."
Li Ang nodded seriously, stepped on the ground, and rushed into the pagoda.
Inside the pagoda, items are enshrined in every square grid.
Relics, golden bodies, legal instruments, scriptures, instruments with special significance, and even alienated objects.
There's a small barrier surrounding everything.
Li Ang skipped all these things, and now there is no time to break the restrictions one by one and search carefully.
He only wants one thing.
Metal.
found it.
The tenth level of the pagoda is filled with rare metals.
Adamantite, orichalcum, dark iron, thyrium, moonstone...
This is a precious treasure that the Jialan Sect spent hundreds of years collecting. Even the Chang'an Auction House three hundred years later cannot compare to one percent of it.
let's start.
Li Ang moved his Qi Sea to the limit, and countless silk threads stretched out from his body, wrapped around his whole body, and condensed into the shape of a drill on his fist.
Punch!
With one blow with all his strength, he broke through the restriction.
Li Ang let go of the restrictions on the black silk threads, letting the frantic black threads devour the metal in the squares wantonly.
swish swish——
The sound of Mo Si devouring her heart is like thousands of ants devouring her body,
Li Ang knelt down on one knee involuntarily, his whole body trembling.
Mosi evolved too fast, expanding and proliferating crazily in her body, replacing the original bones and muscles, and compressing the internal organs.
It even fuses with the skin and turns into some kind of weird fabric.
Li Ang's body continued to expand, and he made a sound,
The clothes he was wearing were torn apart, leaving only one or two strips of cloth hanging on his body.
He has turned into a giant more than two meters tall, and the ink all over his body has completely turned into dark gold.
He has seemingly endless power with every move he raises his hands and feet.
not enough.
Li Ang clearly remembered the power of the Demon Buddha. Even Situ Zhi of the Zhuxiao Realm whom he encountered in Suzhou was far less powerful than the Demon Buddha.
Iron box.
Li Ang stared at the square iron box in his hand and crushed it with force.
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