This is the first thunderbolt of the year.
"Rumble..."
The spring thunder rolls continuously.
It was like a huge stone rolling across the sky.
The swordsman frowned more and more. He glanced into the coffin behind him several times, and then looked at the person at the door.
The Taoist was not very old and seemed to be about the same age as him.
Certainly looks far younger than him.
There was a bonfire in front of him, as if to save some firewood, it was not very big, with a bamboo stick and a quilt bag filled with luggage. There was a cloth pocket sewn on the quilt bag, and inside the cloth pocket was a calico cat. He had seen this calico cat at the Liuzhou Conference a few days ago. It was beautiful, and now it had its head sticking out of the cloth. Kabuto tilted his head and stared straight at himself.
I already knew a few days ago that this person is no ordinary person.
When I just entered the house, although the sky was dark, I could still vaguely see a swallow in the bird's nest on the eaves. There were swallows in the sky a few days ago, but swallows are rare this season.
At this time, I saw the Taoist put his hand into the quilt bag, as if he wanted to take something.
The swordsman narrowed his eyes slightly until he saw that what he took out were only two steamed buns and some wild fruits, and then he relaxed a little. But with the Taoist's action, he caught a glimpse of a pair of shoes in the quilt bag——
It's a very small pair of women's shoes that I've worn before.
This Taoist priest was traveling alone, bringing only a cat, and a swallow. What was he doing with a pair of girls' shoes?
Something is wrong, very wrong.
However, although the swordsman has a pair of keen eyes, he also knows the truth of "Don't ask about other people's affairs in the world, as meddling in others' affairs will lead to premature death." No matter how talented you are, as long as you are a nosy, you will probably not end well. If there hadn't been constant noises coming from the coffin behind him, he wouldn't have bothered to ask, or even talk to him. Who would know whom at dawn tomorrow morning in such a vast sky?
"Boom!"
The coffin shook again.
This time it was particularly obvious.
The swordsman looked at the Taoist in front of him and saw that he was holding a steamed bun close to the fire and staring intently at the fire, as if he was concentrating on waiting for the steamed buns to heat up and was not aware of the movement in the room.
"gentlemen."
"how?"
"Did you hear any movement in the coffin?"
"I heard."
"Why are you so calm, sir?"
"Because I already knew it."
"Is this matter related to sir?"
"Um?"
Song You raised his head and looked at the swordsman: "You and I are both travelers in the mountains. We passed by by chance and stayed here overnight. Why do you think it's related to me?"
"..."
The swordsman's expression softened slightly: "I'm taking the liberty, but how did you know that he would get up?"
"Today is Jingzhe."
"What's the point?"
"Jingzhe, the spring thunder suddenly stirs, bursts of life, awakening all things, stinging insects are born, and demons and ghosts are throbbing. If an evil thing is about to be born at this time, it may be awakened by the thunder. If there are demons and ghosts who have done evil things, they will also be awakened by the thunder. Terrified and confused, the two of them ran out at this moment and were struck to death by thunder." Song You looked at him calmly and said, "Yin energy accumulates here, and the person in the coffin may be awakened."
"I see……"
The swordsman squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then made a judgment, then clasped his hands into his fists to show his apology and respect: "I admire you for your profound knowledge, sir."
"It's not that I'm knowledgeable. I just knew it before Isao. Doesn't I know now too?"
"Wonderful!"
"Now the steps are scary?"
"Ah……"
After hearing what he said, the young swordsman relaxed. He just continued to sit, put his long sword in front of his knees, and drank wine: "I often walk on the wilderness at night, often stay in ruined temples and graveyards, and I will always encounter monsters. I have this jug of wine." I have respected a few mountain demons and little gods, and this sword has also killed many ghosts and evil creatures..."
His tone was calm and calm, without any fear.
A swordsman must naturally have a fearless heart.
At this moment——
"boom!"
There was another thunder.
There was a muffled clang behind him, and the coffin lid fell to the ground, and a figure stood up from it.
I saw that he was half dry and half rotten, with a rickety figure, but a ferocious face, dense teeth, steel swords, and curved claws and golden hooks, making him look like a terrifying evil thing.
Song You sat still, only turning to look at the swordsman.
The calico cat huddled in its cloth pocket, with only one head sticking out, and followed him to look at the swordsman.
The flames crackled, casting ghostly shadows on the wall.
The swordsman stood up slowly, shook his head and drew his sword.
"Cheng..."
The long sword was unsheathed, and the air was as cold as frost.
When an evil creature sees a stranger, it is like an evil tiger seeing raw meat. It roars and pounces immediately.
The swordsman responded lightly and faced him with his sword.
"laugh!"
The blood was splattered, and it was full of blood. It was dark and smelly.
Immediately his head fell to the ground and his bones rolled on the ground.
"..."
The swordsman swung the stains on his sword casually.
Even if the newly formed evil spirit is powerful, it is still a mortal body and is not made of iron. It is at best difficult to cut with ordinary swords, so how can it withstand this swordsman with extraordinary skills?
At this time, something strange happened again.
The headless body did not fall to the ground. Instead, it still turned around and faced him. The head on the ground rolled around, its mouth opened and closed, and its eyes stared at the swordsman and Taoist.
"well……"
The swordsman sighed and shook his head, then stepped forward with his sword.
Just a moment——
A pile of mutilated limbs and rotten flesh squirmed on the ground, while the knight-errant Da Ma Jin Dao sat on the bench with the coffin, leaning back, holding a sword in one hand and wine in the other, raising his head and drinking.
But he saw lightning and thunder, showing the traces of raindrops at night, and the wind and grass were moving, but he remained calm and calm.
This is the style of the world's top swordsman.
No wonder he never lost a single battle across the Liujiang River.
Song You suddenly realized something——
Maybe it was not him who happened to come here today and encounter this coffin, but the swordsman in front of him. I just happened to be watching.
And this chic moment has been recorded by him.
By this time the swordsman had finished drinking and turned to look at him:
"Since you know that something evil has appeared here, sir, you want to spend the night here. Are you just waiting for it here?"
"That's right."
Only then did Song You come back to his senses. While answering his words, he picked up the bamboo stick and tapped it twice on the ground.
"Tuk tuk..."
The stumps and rotten flesh on the ground immediately stopped moving.
The swordsman's eyes suddenly narrowed again.
Whether in the world of martial arts or in temples, there are actually many strange people and strangers. He has also seen people who exorcise demons and ghosts, including Buddhist and Taoist masters, as well as folk gentlemen. They all have different methods.
Some know some local methods, know what different monsters are afraid of, and know how to deal with them. Some people use cinnabar to draw symbols, which have different functions. Some can also recite a few mantras and use some small spells, and some can open altars to invite gods and spirits to come to their bodies. In short, each has his or her own abilities. As for which method is better, it actually depends on personal attainments.
But I have never seen it so easy.
It seemed that he just tapped the bamboo stick twice on the ground, no incense candles were lit, no talismans were used, no spells were recited, and there was no light from the breeze. It seemed very ordinary.
The swordsman couldn't help but look thoughtful.
At this time, there was another sound in front of him, and the broken limbs and pieces of meat were on fire, emitting an unpleasant stench.
In just a few breaths, it was completely burned.
"Excellent swordsmanship with one step."
"Sir, you are also very capable."
“I don’t know where to learn from?”
"It is inconvenient to disclose."
"I took the liberty."
"Nothing." The swordsman waved his hand and continued, "Sir, you passed by this place and stayed here to wait for it to appear. Do you want to take this opportunity to eliminate harm to the people?"
"almost."
"But why don't you do it from the beginning, sir?"
"Because it may not wake up. The sound of thunder only catalyzes its awakening. If it wakes up and goes out of this door, the thunder will catch it. All you have to do is keep it from running around. If it doesn't wake up, The Yin Qi will also be frightened away by the power of thunder, and he will not wake up from now on. Death is the most important thing." Song You shook his head, "I am thinking now, maybe it is not me who is waiting for it here, but you, Shizu .”
"what for?"
"There is destiny in the world."
There was a sporadic sound of rain outside.
Song You sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and stopped talking, only feeling the aura of this world.
The swordsman sat on the ground again and stopped leaning against the wall.
But with his eyes open, he didn't sleep.
The bonfire nearby has not been extinguished. Although it is not close, there is still warmth, which dispels a bit of the spring chill on the rainy night.
When the evil thing got up just now, the swallows outside flew up and hovered at the door, chirping and calling something unknown. Later, the evil thing killed it and it disappeared again.
Now that Taoist also closed his eyes, except for the small fire that was still burning in front of him, only the calico cat in the cloth pocket still poked its head out of it, looking at him unblinkingly. It seemed like she found it interesting to look at him, or maybe she just couldn't find anything else to do.
"Boom..."
Unknowingly, the night outside the house has turned black to ink, thunder continues to fall, lightning connects the sky and the earth, branches wildly, illuminating the outline of the mountains, and also reflects the countless wind and rain. One after another, they were all very close.
Sometimes the swordsman even felt that lightning fell on the door, or exploded above his head, casting the shadow of the eaves on the ground outside the door.
On the contrary, there were not many thunder and lightning in the distance.
The young swordsman couldn't help but be suspicious for a moment——
Could it be that there is Yin Qi here, so it has become the focus of Chun Lei? All the thunder and lightning from the surrounding world gathered here?
"Rumble..."
This thunder and lightning is really continuous.
What kind of demon can withstand such power?
The swordsman seemed to be puzzled, thinking, or comprehending the rapid and furious power between heaven and earth at this moment, and stared at the night outside in a trance.
This is the first thunder of the four seasons in the world. It seems to have been stored for the entire winter. Once it explodes, it carries unparalleled power and the momentum to awaken all living things. However, it has full stamina and is endless. It has the destructive power to destroy everything. It also contains the vitality that inspires heaven and earth, which is really contradictory.
The contradiction is full of charm.
It seems that I have some enlightenment, but it seems that I don't.
Understand the way of swordsmanship? It's really an ethereal thing.
Martial arts in the world, whether it is boxing, kicking, swords, guns, swords or halberds, is nothing more than practicing more, fighting more, and eating more. Diligence and hard work will lead to improvement, and relaxation and fatigue will lead to regression. Ethereal things are elusive after all. The insights in martial arts and swordsmanship are elusive and hard to find. Even if you really catch them, it doesn't necessarily mean that your fighting skills will improve.
The swordsman had heard that his predecessors from a hundred years ago were skilled in martial arts and possessed great power in every move. Although such rumors always happened before he could touch them, he was willing to believe them to be true.
Just like this sword in my hand——
The first time I killed ghosts three years ago, the frost has not gone away. Instead, as I killed ghosts again and again, layers were added up. Now, although it has not become a magic weapon, it is becoming easier to kill monsters and ghosts.
What else can't happen?
"Boom!"
The thunder seemed to become fiercer, with such strong pressure that it made people breathless. The lightning was like frost and snow, and it was like sword energy striking in front of the eyes, making people hold their breath.
The swordsman gradually frowned.
Where is there no thunder?
In what year is there no awakening of insects?
Why is Ray so different tonight?
…
Thank you all for your subscription support! Keep asking for monthly tickets~
