The night rain is hazy and the breeze is gentle.
In a sparse forest clearing not far from Siwu Lu's home, the rain washed away the dust in the sky, making the entire forest seem to be immersed in ink. The mysterious dark night seemed to have no boundaries and was endlessly dark.
The demonic sword in his hand was faintly glowing with blood, like a tiger about to emerge, roaring in the night. The continuous drizzle soaked into the memory of that night.
"Your family has a sword technique. It was created specially for your ancestor Donghuang Zhanyi by Emperor Wuzu in the past in order to commend his achievements. It is called Xiri Tianzhu." The man lowered his head and stroked the ghost. Che, just stand upright under the moonlight.
That person was obviously just standing there, but it gave young Si Wulu an indescribable feeling of looking up at the mountains.
He had his eyes closed, and his hands suddenly raised the demon sword above his head, with the blade pointing to the sky.
Suddenly, the man suddenly opened his eyes. Although it was only for a moment, the light in his eyes was so sharp that Si Wulu couldn't help but be shocked. Then, Si Wulu felt a chilling air. Attack.
"Your ancestor Donghuang Zhanyi was one of the Thirteen Iron Cavalry who followed Wuzu Yingzheng to conquer the world. This style of Xiri Tianzhu was the unique sword style created by Emperor Wuzu for your Donghuang clan. The Great Wilderness Swallowing Heaven Technique can exert its greatest power, and can even leapfrog and kill enemies. It is a legendary move that once killed immortals and gods. It is an extremely powerful sword and a supreme sword style." The man said with a rare and solemn expression. .
"The Great Wilderness Swallowing Heaven Technique that I asked you to recite during the day is the supreme skill of your Donghuang clan. The ancestors have taught you that it can only be passed on to outstanding descendants. It is also passed on to men, not to women, and it cannot be passed on to people with other surnames. You must remember it."
"As for the other Turtle Breath Technique and Knife Raising Technique, this Turtle Breath Technique is an excellent concealment technique. After practicing it, as long as you don't use your original energy, even the best masters will not be able to detect that you are an ability user."
"The art of raising swords is a profound secret art of sword cultivation that our ancestors of the Donghuang clan spent a lot of money to acquire from foreigners. It can integrate this demon sword into your body and warm it up. These three skills They are all the lifeblood of our Donghuang clan and must not be spread easily."
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Immediately afterwards, the man continued: "The best swordsmanship is not in the mind! It can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, so even I cannot teach you completely."
"One night may not allow you to fully appreciate the secrets of Xi Ri Tian Zhu, but at least it will allow you to experience the ultimate power of the sword in advance."
"Whether you use it to build fame or kill your way through the world in the future!"
"Also, don't use Xiri Tianchu casually in front of everyone. The most important thing for a decisive move is to win by surprise and kill with one strike. Remember!" The man warned Si Wulu carefully again.
Suddenly, supreme murderous intent swept over him, stagnating the night wind in the air and making young Si Wulu's blood boil.
Siwulu instinctively raised Onikiri high, just like that person that night. Then, supreme killing intent spurted out from the demon sword. At this moment, everything was silent.
Perhaps Si Wulu has been stuck in the initial state all these years, which caused him to unintentionally lay a solid foundation. A few days after he self-destructed his original energy, he made rapid progress. Originally, he could only wait and see from the other side to see the perfect state of his original energy. , in just a few days, he actually broke through to the legendary extreme state.
Therefore, Si Wulu directly modified the Great Wilderness Swallowing Heaven Technique that day, which he once said was the supreme skill. He finally waited until midnight, and ignored the rain outside, completely intoxicated by the perfection of the sword.
It seems that every man has a heroic dream of wandering around the world and seeing injustice on the road, and Si Wulu is no exception.
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The morning light shines through the sparse leaves and onto the ground, forming mottled shadows. At this time, a gust of mountain wind blew through, and there was a rustling sound in the forest. Si Wulu slowed down and looked up. The mountains in the distance were looming in the morning mist.
After Si Wulu continued walking for a while, a majestic mountain covered with peach blossoms appeared in front of him, and a faint shadow of a temple could be seen on the top of the mountain.
This is the famous Taoshan Temple in the town. It is popular all year round. Especially in April and May every year, countless tourists from other places come to experience the sight of peach blossoms blooming in the sky. Taoshan is also a sacred place for couples in the town to date.
Since ancient times, human beings have been helpless against natural and man-made disasters, birth, old age, illness and death. In order to seek transcendence and inner peace, there have been gods in the world. One of the sects, which believed in the equality of all living beings and the concept of karma and retribution, arose in the Eastern Wilderness Continent and gave the last good wishes to those who had aspirations but were powerless.
The long sound of the bell intertwined with the whisper in the wind, forming a harmonious picture. The cigarette swirls around and mixes with the sandalwood in the air to create a special aroma. At this time, the sun sets, and the golden afterglow shines on the golden roof of the temple, shrouding the entire temple in a golden glow.
Si Wulu looked at the solemn and quiet Buddha statue in front of him, but his heart was not as calm and calm as other pilgrims.
"Hurry up! Do you want to donate or not? You have been standing for almost half an hour. How long are you going to stand?" A series of impatient voices came from behind.
Behind Si Wulu seemed to be a long and winding dragon of people, with no end in sight. This is the peak season, the time of year when there are the most tourists.
Si Wulu held the two silver coins in his hand loosely and tightly, then tightly and loosely. Two silver coins, three days' wages, enough for a week, Si Wulu felt his heart bleeding. The monk next to him looked at him with contempt and almost wrote the word "poor ghost" on his forehead.
"Master, is praying here effective?" Si Wulu suddenly said.
"Amitabha! Donor, if you are sincere, you will be wise!" The old monk standing next to the merit box clasped his hands together, pronounced the Buddha's name, and replied with a pious face.
Since Wu Lu escaped death that night, he no longer rejects the theory of gods and ghosts as he used to. Now he encountered a dilemma: whether to go to the imperial capital or stay in the small town, it was difficult for him to choose. Finally, he decided to leave it all to God, so he came to Taoshan Temple.
Coming to this temple today is just to see the instructions of God. It's just that Ling Siwulu never expected that the price of this instruction would be so high.
What made Si Wu Lu even more distressed was that to ask God's will, he should have gone to the temple's lottery office. Just because Si Wulu came to Taoshan Temple for the first time, he followed the flow of people. Halfway through, he realized that he was not going to the place for asking for fortune-telling in the temple, but a place for praying and making wishes. However, this passage was only one-way and could not be tolerated. Si Wu Lu regretted it.
"Bah! Black Temple." Si Wulu complained viciously in his heart.
Finally, Si Wulu gritted his teeth and finally put the silver coin in. Then he ran to the table next to him and wrote his wishes, holding the lantern, and rushed to the Peach Blossom River happily.
This Taohua River is a small river flowing from the top of Taoshan Mountain to the bottom of the mountain. Rather than saying it is a small river, it is more suitable to say that it is a small stream. Although the river is small, it is still bustling with lanterns all year round, because it is the river where pilgrims pray and make wishes.
Especially at night, the lanterns on the river are like a long fire dragon, stretching dozens of miles away from Taoshan.
Si Wulu found a sparsely populated river. At this time, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, a gust of breeze suddenly blew by. In an instant, the peach blossoms were flying all over the sky, creating a dream-like beauty in an instant.
Si Wulu carefully placed the lantern with wishes on the river, and quietly prayed with his hands closed and his eyes closed.
"Cousin, let's go over there and have a look." A clear and familiar voice suddenly rang in my ears.
Si Wulu opened his eyes and turned his head to look. The young man in light blue chiffon was holding the hand of a young man in rich clothes and walking slowly down the peach blossom path not far away.
An unimagined picture suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, invading all emotions in an instant.
The intertwined fate is like the retreating figure under the setting sun, gradually drifting away.
The fallen flower is independent, the road for people is empty, only the lights are left to decorate for whom.
That night, Si Wulu stood silently in front of the window.
That night, the future leader of the Ten Evils, the future all-powerful madman, tasted the powerlessness for the first time.
That year, seventeen. it's very windy.
