Fanyin Temple.
Located on the west side of Qianling Mountain, people often come to burn incense.
Some of the tourists who burn incense seek a child, marriage, wealth, and of course some come to fulfill their wishes.
Five months later, at the foot of Qianling Mountain in the west, a young man in his twenties could be vaguely seen, carrying a black wooden box on his back and a baggage in his hand.
There are people coming and going on the road.
"I didn't expect this Fanyin Temple to be so lively. This is also the southern border. The dog emperor's hand cannot reach here."
Yang Feng rested on a stone pier for a while, then stood up and took a look at the sky.
evening.
Rush to Fanyin Temple.
But now most tourists have gone down the mountain, and all the people in the temple are monks from the temple.
"I had nothing to do in my life, I just took pleasure in killing people. Then I had an epiphany and the Buddhist monk stopped his heart and cut his sword."
At the gate of the temple, there is a monk, no, to be precise, a monk dressed as Buddha.
Wearing the ring, at first glance, it looks very evil.
Mouth spitting out "verses" that don't rhyme.
Drunk.
"May I ask, is the master the sword god Ah Tuo?"
Buddha glanced at Yang Feng, ignored Yang Feng, but picked up the wine jar on the stone table and drank heavily.
When Yang Feng saw that the other party ignored him, he remained silent.
He just sat on the stone bench with A Tuo.
"Hahaha! When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword. I dreamed back to the trumpet-playing camp. Eight hundred miles apart, my subordinates were burned. The sound of fifty-stringed strings crossing the Great Wall... ended the affairs of the king and won the reputation in life and death. This pity happened in vain!"
Acting spontaneously, the Buddha stood up and recited a poem.
Then he fell asleep.
"Is this the Sword God Aru? Why is he so decadent?"
Yang Feng said to himself that he couldn't understand that the second among the top ten sword gods was the Killing Sword God.
Now he is so depressed.
In real life, ups and downs, who controls the world?
"Abbott, it's him who is still entangled with senior brother Liaoye late at night."
Yang Feng originally thought that his strange behavior would not be affected, but unexpectedly, he was still targeted.
But who is the evil in their mouths?
"Little benefactor, I wonder why you are so late at night and are looking for trouble?"
The abbot is an old monk with white eyebrows, who is completely opposite to A Tuo.
He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, is affable, and is protected by Buddha's light all over his body.
Aloof.
"You must be the abbot of Fanyin Temple, right? Yang An, the boy, has met the abbot. The boy is looking for evil because he still has an unfinished relationship with the mortal world."
"Abbott, please don't listen to this kid's nonsense. Senior brother, you have already taken refuge in my Buddha. How can you still have unresolved worldly ties?"
"Okay, Liao Shan, you and I don't know the whole story. It's up to Liao Evil to decide for himself. If he wants to cut off his worldly ties, he will leave with the donor. If he wants to stay here, I believe no one can take him away."
Abbot Baimei did not help the young novice monks in the temple.
"But donor, since you want evil to leave with you, you have to wait until he wakes up, right? Go and arrange a place for the little donor to live!"
After saying that, the abbot of Fanyin Temple left the place.
"Hmph! Come with me!"
This little novice monk who is called a good person seems to have some criticisms of Yang Feng.
"Thank you for your kindness, little master. I will stay here and won't go there until the evil master wakes up."
"Tch! He has already lost his swordsmanship. He can't help you."
The young novice dropped these words.
Don't look at Yang Feng. .
"Are you really the former terrifying swordsman? And what made you so decadent?"
Looking at Ah Tuo sleeping soundly, Yang Feng couldn't calm down in his heart. He heard Wu Gan and Chen Kang mention Ah Tuo.
In terms of swordsmanship talent, Ah Ruo is definitely at the bottom among the top ten sword gods.
However, in terms of swordsmanship, Ah Tuo is not weaker than any sword god.
He killed people with a sword at the age of three.
Kill the terrifying sword god Ah Tu.
Under the moonlight, Yang Feng began to practice his sword.
The whistling sword wind and sharp sword energy became more and more fierce.
Ah Tuo, who was sitting on the stone table, felt the whistle of the sword in his ears.
Murderous intentions arose in my heart.
In the dream, the terrifying sword god was killing everyone.
If you look at Ah Rui now, you will find that Ah Rui's body is trembling.
The meridians all over the body were broken.
Typical loser.
Yang Feng seemed to be aware of the situation outside. He turned around and saw that Ah Ruo had woken up at some point and was staring at Yang Feng with scarlet eyes.
Yang Feng even had the illusion that if Ah Tuo had a sword in his hand now, he would definitely kill him.
"Azuo, are you awake?"
Ah Ruo's eyes stayed on Yang Feng and he did not speak.
"Azuo, do you recognize this sword?"
Taking advantage of the moonlight, Yang Feng took out the Fierce Sun Sword from the black wooden box.
"It's the Fierce Sun Sword! Who is Yang Zhong to you?"
The expressionless Ah Tuo had a rare flash of surprise on his face, but he hid it well.
"Yang Zhong is my father!"
Yang Feng said neither humble nor arrogant.
"That's all! What does this have to do with me?"
Arui sighed deeply, as if he thought of something.
His eyes returned to their previous indifference.
"Aruo, I don't know what you went through to become like this, but I really need you."
"Hahaha! You need me? I have to go with you, just because of this broken sword. Where were you when I needed someone?"
There was a hint of madness in Ah Zuo's expression.
As if being stimulated by something.
Clench your fists and scream to the sky.
"I'm sorry!"
Yang Feng knew that it must be unimaginable for ordinary people to bring the former sword god A'uo down to where he is today.
Yang Feng's move is undoubtedly exposing Ah Tu's scars.
Aruo vented for a while, fell to the ground, and started sage mode.
The next day, A Tuo disappeared.
Yang Feng carried the baggage and the black wooden box and turned over the temple, but he couldn't find it.
"Hit him! Yesterday I only got three copper coins."
Yang Feng heard a noise not far away.
He frowned, this is a holy land of Buddhism, shouldn’t the six sense organs be quiet, right?
Soon, a scene of a group of people beating and kicking a girl appeared in Yang Feng's sight.
When he saw clearly the person who was being beaten, he couldn't help but felt a chill in his heart.
Ah Zong.
Kill the terrifying sword god!
A group of beggars outside the temple were the ones who attacked Ah Ruo.
Because there are tourists here every day, the profession of beggar is also popular. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Where there are people, there are not only rivers and lakes, but also beggars.
"Get away!"
Yang Feng rushed into the crowd and protected Ah Tuo.
"Get out of the way!"
"Where did this little boy come from?"
"If you dare to meddle in other people's business again..."
Yang Feng had already handed out a sword, and the sword was at the throat of a beggar leader, but he did not kill anyone.
Because this is Fanyin Temple.
If he takes action here, the eminent monks in Fanyin Temple will definitely punish him and even drive him down the mountain.
Ah Ruo, who was in the crowd, took advantage of the chaos and ran away with the wine in his arms.
"Senior brother, it's him who cuts off your financial path."
"Trash, you can't even handle a small role like this, what use do I need from you?"
The other beggars went to find the little novice monk who had a chance encounter with Yang Feng last night and befriend him.
"Who dares to cause trouble at the mountain gate?"
A young novice came out.
"It's you?"
"It's you?"
The two said in unison.
"Ha! Here at Fanyin Temple, you are fighting against the tourists here. What do you mean?"
"What do you mean? I can't stand this group of beggars who have evil intentions and harm the monks in the temple. Shouldn't I take action to take care of them?"
Yang Feng did not take back the sword in his hand. Now he understood why some people were making trouble and all the tourists were watching indifferently.
It turned out that there was someone supporting him behind his back. This was called the good little novice monk, even though he had only met him once.
But when the other party saw that he and Ah Ru were entangled last night, he immediately called for the abbot and even told him that Ah Ru would not be able to leave.
"This benefactor, they have violated the rules and regulations of the temple. Naturally, the people from the temple will take care of it. It is not the benefactor's turn to act wildly."
"Hmph! Let them go for now, and let me see them next time, but it won't be that simple."
Yang Feng looked around and found that Azuo didn't know when he left, so he had no interest in continuing to pester him.
"Senior brother, this kid is really rampant, he even dares to interfere with Ah Tuo's affairs."
"Keep an eye on him. In just a few days, I will use the abbot to get this kid off the mountain."
"Um."
After leaving, Yang Feng did not find A Tuo and returned to the place last night.
When he started practicing swordsmanship, Ah Tuo took revenge on him, but he was a very influential person.
Because A-Zuo had three thousand dead men under his command, and A-Zuo had repeatedly made the emperors of the Great Xia Dynasty fearful.
In the evening, Aruo was drunk again.
He leaned on the stone table and fell asleep.
Late at night, Ah Tuo said while lying on the table.
"Stop pestering me. My whole body is broken, and the sword in my heart is broken. The other three thousand dead soldiers have been disbanded. I can't help you. I'm used to my current life and don't want to kill anyone anymore."
After Aruo finished speaking, he fell asleep again without waiting for Yang Feng's response.
The meridians are cut off, and the three thousand dead soldiers are dismissed?
The latter is still possible. As for the former, who has the ability to destroy the Nine Realms and kill the Sword God?
"Azuo, who cut off your meridians?"
"Myself, if you are annoyed or not, stop asking and leave quickly. I have no value to you now, so there is no need to waste your time on me."
Ah Ruo said impatiently again.
"yourself?"
yes! If it weren't for him, who in the world could force him to kill the Sword God and destroy his meridians?
"Azuo, no matter whether you are a cripple or not, you must come with me."
A broken meridian? Reconnect.
The dead soldiers were disbanded and re-cultivated.
Reorganize the old mountains and rivers and start again!
"Don't disturb my sleep and go practice your sword."
"Azuo, have you heard of the Ten Realms?"
"No!"
"Then do you believe that someone in the Great Xia Dynasty can break through the Nine Realms?"
"Do not believe!"
No matter Yang Feng's reasons, Ah Tuo always refused.
"Aruo, what if I told you that I created my own swordsmanship?"
"Invent your own swordsmanship?"
This time Ah Ruo subconsciously thought of the swordsman master.
Ten realms: No sword, known as the master.
Creating your own swordsmanship is the dream of every swordsman. Create your own swordsmanship and then continuously improve it.
But since the defeat of the sword demon Dugu three hundred years ago, no one in the Great Xia Dynasty could create their own swordsmanship.
The grandmaster of the tenth realm has never appeared again.
"impossible!"
How old is Yang Fencai?
A kid in his twenties actually had a delusion and invented his own swordsmanship.
But Yang Feng had no voice. He didn't answer Ah Tuo's words. He wanted to prove it with actual actions.
A Tu thought that Yang Fengzhi
Retreat from difficulty.
As a result, when he looked up, he saw a scene that shocked him.
"Create your own swordsmanship?!"
Yang Feng's set of swordsmanship shocked even A'uo, who had always been above his head.
And looking at Yang Feng's proficiency in swordsmanship, it doesn't look like he just created it on his own.
Could it be?
After three hundred years of silence, is the Great Xia Dynasty really going to produce another grandmaster?
A master who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
hiss!
"How long has it been since you created this set of swordsmanship?"
"Half a year."
Yang Feng answered honestly.
"Only half a year?"
Ah Ruo was thoughtful.
"Would you like to share this swordsmanship with me?"
Ah Zuo knew that his words were a bit abrupt, and he didn't expect Yang Feng to answer his question immediately.
Yang Feng lowered his head and pondered for a while.
"Can."
"However, I have conditions."
"As you can see, I am really useless, otherwise I wouldn't be able to hide in a ruined temple."
Ah Tuo guessed it before Yang Feng said the conditions.
"The little one is hiding in the mountains, the big one is hiding in the city. I believe you have your own difficulties. As long as you are willing to help me, I don't care about the rest."
"Besides, I can't give you the swordsmanship yet because it's not perfect yet."
"I want it. Imperfect swordsmanship and perfect swordsmanship are not fun at all."
Hearing this, Yang Feng was stunned.
I'm sorry A'Zuo ruined himself like this, practicing imperfect swordsmanship.
It would be strange if you don't get carried away.
"Azuo, you... really don't know what to say to you. Your meridians were damaged because of your incomplete swordsmanship, right?"
"Yes, but not entirely. I can agree to your conditions, but you know the current situation. The most I can do is help you train dead soldiers."
Ah Tuo's meridians are cut off, but when he mentions swordsmanship, his eyes light up.
"Okay, we will go down the mountain in a few days. During these few days, I will pass on all the sword skills I have created to you."
In the remaining days, Ah Tuo was still missing during the day. At night, in the dead of night, Yang Feng taught the other party sword skills on time.
Ah Zuo's talent was indeed poor enough. The workload that was originally expected to be completed in three days was forced to be given to Yang Feng in five days.
Five days later.
"Abbott, I am not done with the evil world, so I must go down the mountain. Please allow me, Abbot."
"Hey! Is it a blessing or a disaster? I can't avoid it. Ever since the little benefactor went up the mountain, I knew that this day would come. If you take this green wood box, you won't blame me for what happened back then, right?"
"How dare I, disciple! If the abbot had not fought against all the odds to protect this disciple, I would have died long ago in the wilderness. I am a useless person."
"Hahaha! Ah Tuo, the murderous intention in your heart started with the sword, and it should end with the sword. If you can't untie the knot in your heart during this trip, there is no need to go up the mountain."
Abbot Baimei emphasized his tone with a hint of helplessness.
What he saw in front of him was the terrifying sword god who was famous all over the world back then.
Things are really unpredictable.
"Disciple, please follow Master's teachings."
"The relationship between you and me as master and disciple has not yet come, so please go down the mountain."
Aruo left holding the Aoki box.
On such a quiet night, no one would have thought that the terrifying and terrifying sword god would return in such a way.
