The peach wood sword in Zhou Zhili's sword box is named: Reason.
Before his death, the master personally handed it into his hands, and said sincerely: "We who are cultivators should kill with one sword any injustice. The great responsibility of building up my sect rests in your hands."
With the dim light in the room, the master finally touched Zhou Zhili's head, looked at his ignorant apprentice, and warned him for the last time: "Don't show off, just run away if you can't fight, there is no shame. Master, I have run away." A lifetime."
"From the Middle Way Divine Continent, where tigers and dragons are in danger, to Fuyao Continent."
Now this flying sword named "reason" is hanging above Dong Qingqiu's head, threatening to fall at any time.
Dong Qingqiu quickly put his hands in front of his face and said anxiously: "Just be reasonable, why should you draw your sword?"
"Come back!" Zhou Zhili said quietly.
Seeing Zhou Zhili take back the flying sword, Dong Qingqiu's heart dropped. He picked up the Sui Dynasty official silver on the ground, threw it up gently, and said: "Master Tao! It's wrong to do nothing with money. You don't want to do this either. Let others know?"
Zhou Zhili had a gloomy face and said coldly: "Do you really think I won't kill you?"
"Master Dao is joking. Killing me will dirty this flying sword. To describe it as a waste of natural resources is not an exaggeration." Dong Qingqiu secretly belittled him.
"Hahaha. That's right. You suit my taste. Tell me, what do you want?" Zhou Zhili suddenly laughed and said with cold eyes.
Dong Qingqiu thought for a moment and then said slowly: "My parents and the whole village are dead, and I want revenge."
Zhou Zhili gave a thumbs up and said in praise: "Good! You must avenge your enemies, and you should retaliate against evil. That's right. You can do it alone."
Zhou Zhili stepped forward and hugged Dong Qingqiu, then patted his shoulder and nodded approvingly.
"Good brothers, the mountains are high and the rivers are long. We are destined to meet again. Take care."
"Let the fuck go."
Dong Qingqiu lowered his head and grabbed Zhou Zhili's sleeve, refusing to let go.
"Master Dao, forget it if you don't help with the money. Why don't you just pat your butt and leave?" Dong Qingqiu said.
"In addition to helping you get revenge, you can make whatever conditions you have." Zhou Zhili clenched his fists and said with a smile on his face.
"Thirty-seven points." Dong Qingqiu said.
"What thirty-seven points?" Zhou Zhili asked in disbelief.
"Money!"
"what money?"
"Please give me money for doing things!"
"Have I done that?"
"No."
"Then it's over. I haven't done anything, so how can I take your money?" Zhou Zhili said firmly.
"You still want to be beautiful. I can't give you even 10%, and you still want 30%."
Dong Qingqiu said: "Master Tao! Seventy percent is mine, and thirty percent is yours."
Zhou Zhili smiled and reached out to help Dong Qingqiu sort out the tattered but expensive clothes. He changed the subject and said, "Your name is Liu Gong, right? How old are you? Are your parents in good health? Are the folks living a good life? Really? Have you got a wife yet?"
Dong Qingqiu half-smiled, and said hehe: "Master Tao, it's already fifteen after the New Year. I haven't married a wife yet."
"It would be a pity to die at such a young age and not yet married." Zhou Zhili took over and said.
"Master Dao, you don't need to scare me. I have no relatives and friends, I am all alone, I have no one to rely on, and I am not afraid of death."
"Did I say I wanted to kill you? I've never seen anyone like you."
Zhou Zhili was completely crushed by the bastard in front of him, and he knelt on the ground and howled miserably.
"You fucking said it yourself, you're the only one left, why the hell do you still need money?" Zhou Zhili grabbed a handful of dirt and asked frantically.
"Get a wife." Dong Qingqiu replied honestly.
Zhou Zhili gritted his teeth and was about to explode. Finally, take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Okay, okay. Don't ask for 70% or 70%, we'll get 50% or 50%."
Zhou Zhili finally compromised.
Didn't Master say that the ordinary people at the foot of the mountain didn't dare to speak the words of the Taoist immortals when they saw them, and their legs were trembling. Adults often scare children by saying that the Taoist Immortal is coming. Children don't even dare to cry. Why is this bastard in front of me different? Maybe my parents died in one day, and everyone in the village died, became insane, or went crazy?
Master often teaches me that if I do one good deed every day, I will be rewarded. Money is something external to the body. If you lose money today to eliminate disaster, you will leave a seed for Hongye Village.
Dong Qingqiu looked at the silly Taoist immortal in front of him, and his heart was filled with joy. He looked at the sword box on Zhou Zhili's back with red eyes, drooling over the flying sword named "League" inside, and he almost had satisfaction written on his face.
Although everything I see with my eyes is now gray. When I knew that the "reasonable" flying sword must be a beautiful and handsome little beauty. Although there are many gaps in the sword body, it does not affect its beauty at all, which is the accumulation of time.
The person who can control the flying sword is at least a Four-Way Immortal. Although I am not sure that I can kill him, I don't want to miss this flying sword to "reason".
So if you can delay it for a while, it's best if you can stick to him like a piece of dog skin plaster and fly around him like a fly. After he relaxes his guard against himself, find an opportunity to kill him, and this flying sword will be his "reasonable" one.
Dong Qingqiu felt happy just thinking about it. He could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart and laughed out loud.
"You're so ridiculous, you started laughing when you heard about the cents. I didn't see your dead parents crying." Zhou Zhili scolded angrily with a sullen face.
"Yes, yes, Master Dao is right. Master Dao, please don't treat yourself badly." Dong Qingqiu rubbed his hands like flies, not paying attention at all to the big piece of Sui official silver on the ground.
"Be reasonable."
In Dong Qingqiu's eyes, a gray flying shadow flashed across the ground, and the Great Sui Guan Yin on the ground was split into two halves in the middle.
Zhou Zhili picked up the silver on the ground and reluctantly threw a piece to Dong Qingqiu.
"Take the money and get out." Zhou Zhili said.
Dong Qingqiu looked at the half piece of broken silver in his hand, and then looked at the piece in Zhou Zhili's hand. He was not satisfied at all.
"It's impossible to judge whether you want love or not," Zhou Zhili said dissatisfied.
Dong Qingqiu put the silver in his palm into Zhou Zhili's and said with a smile: "The silver belongs to Master Tao, how can I take it? I just hope to be a little follower beside Master Tao. That's all."
Zhou Zhili looked at the money that had gone and returned, and refused without hesitation: "You kid, you have a full meal, you have a very clear division! I am not a fool, get out."
Then he threw the piece of silver to Dong Qingqiu, then turned around and left calmly.
Like a scoundrel, Dong Qingqiu grabbed hold of Zhou Zhili's Taoist robe and refused to let go.
"Let go!" Zhou Zhili said calmly.
"No!" Dong Qingqiu tilted his head like a stubborn donkey and refused to let go.
Zhou Zhili suddenly exerted force and heard a squeaking sound.
Dong Qingqiu quickly let go.
Zhou Zhili smiled contentedly, took the money from Dong Qingqiu's hand without any burden in his heart, and said slowly: "This Taoist robe of mine is very expensive. It was passed down from my ancestors. I can't afford to sell it to you. I see you If you encounter a sudden change, I won’t embarrass you. I’ll take the half piece of silver and we’ll be settled.”
Zhou Zhili laughed secretly in his heart, he had made a fortune. The lousy clothes he was wearing could be bought for more than ten copper coins. This fool must have been frightened. Maybe you are still grateful to me for not blackmailing you.
"You worked hard too."
Zhou Zhili had a headache. He suddenly pointed behind him and exclaimed: "Get away quickly, there is someone behind you."
Dong Qingqiu just blinked and refused to take his eyes away from Zhou Zhili.
"Okay, okay, I'm convinced." Zhou Zhili clapped his hands and said, "Today I will show you the Taoist Immortal's methods."
An afterimage flashed out from the sword box behind him and rushed down the mountain. Zhou Zhili also disappeared, leaving only a confused Dong Qingqiu on the spot.
Dong Qingqiu was so heartbroken that he almost wanted to cry without tears.
People and money are lost.
I don’t know if I will see it again in the future.
Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it.
Dong Qingqiu also retracted his thoughts. Although the flying sword was good, the premise was that he could not defeat him.
"My father-in-law, take good care of it, and I will marry it next time."
Dong Qingqiu glanced at Zhang Li's head and sat down on the ground, still busy with his hands.
"Hey, these shoes fit pretty good."
Dong Qingqiu stood up and stamped his feet, picked up half of Zhang Ge's head from the ground, and looked at it carefully.
Use your hands to dig out the little white paste left inside, put it in your mouth, and chew it slowly.
"It smells too much of blood and it's not delicious."
Dong Qingqiu gave a comment.
Walking to the place where Sun Yuan was burned alive, he slowly sat down, leaned against the big tree behind him and muttered to himself.
"Why do you say you like me? If you didn't like me, you might still be alive now."
"Why don't you speak? Do you think I'm right?" Dong Qingqiu said to himself in the air beside him.
"You are really discerning. Look at how handsome I am. I can barely match you."
Suddenly, the conversation changed...
"Sun Yuan, you and your mother are really the same. The expectations entrusted to me are too great. I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill them and let you down."
"On the night when my mother died, she left her remaining warmth to me and said to me in my ear: 'Qiu'er, you must live well.' I listened to my mother and lived well. I just want to live well. It's a bit frustrating." Dong Qingqiu wiped his nose and said with a smile.
"Living is already difficult, and you let me live with dignity. Okay, okay, I promise you. But don't forget what you said..."
Dong Qingqiu raised his head and looked up at the sky, the gray world becoming increasingly blurry.
"We will definitely meet again."
"I will wait for you forever."
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After sleeping under a big tree for a night, dewdrops on the leaves dripped on Dong Qingqiu's forehead in the morning.
Another drop of dew dripped down the leaves and was quickly absorbed by the earth.
Dong Qingqiu used a small sickle that was not too sharp to cut down a straight branch of the big tree, trimmed off the excess part, and a perfect wooden sword was born.
He put the small sickle on his waist, and after making sure that he really couldn't find anything about Sun Yuan, he wore a tattered red and blue robe, carrying a wooden sword, and walked down the mountain without looking back.
After walking for more than ten days, the originally delicate skin became wrinkled and dark yellow. The jawbone is uneven. The victims, who haven't eaten for a long time, are walking tremblingly while holding on to the blackened wooden stick.
As long as a slightly stronger wind blows, the whole person will fall to the ground due to his unstable center of gravity.
In the cold wind, her long hair fluttered freely.
Dong Qingqiu curled up tiredly, leaning on a cane, just like an old man in his seventies or eighties.
The heels and toes of the shoes on my feet were exposed, and they were turning purple from the cold.
The robe on his body was shorter for some reason, revealing two long bare legs, swaying with difficulty in the cold wind.
"The road is difficult, and you have to bear the consequences."
"It takes a lot of effort and hard work of one's heart and soul."
“Be hungry and forget your desires.”
"Vanilla beauty, it smells... it smells... it smells so good!"
Dong Qingqiu kept sniffing his nose intoxicatedly when the cold wind stopped, looking for traces of the fragrance.
"It smells so good...it's roasted sweet potatoes!"
"I'm going to eat roasted sweet potatoes, f**king saint, I'm going to eat roasted sweet potatoes."
He held on to his body, his spirit was extremely high, and he used crutches to stagger towards the smoking place not far away.
In front of you is a simple thatched house, and the aroma wafts out from inside.
Dong Qingqiu was like a hungry wolf, with his round eyes open and his breathing rapid.
One of them lost his footing and accidentally fell off the field ridge. He ignored the hard ground and desperately pushed open the wooden door in front of him.
The thatched hut was steaming with steam. Sitting inside were an old man in thin clothes and a child wearing a cat fur hat and thick clothes.
The grandfather and grandson stared blankly at Dong Qingqiu, who was half-clothed and shivering in the cold wind. They didn't know what to do for a while.
Because the sweet potatoes were too hot, the children beside the old man lost their grip and threw away the sweet potatoes in their hands.
When Dong Qingqiu saw this, he subconsciously wanted to pounce on them, but he restrained himself. Seeing that there was no reaction from the two of them, he could only speak first.
"Uncle, what are you eating? Does it smell good?"
Dong Qingqiu tried his best to smile and appear as kind as possible.
Only then did the old man realize that the guy in front of him wanted to eat.
Pretending not to hear, he picked up the roasted sweet potatoes thrown away by his grandson on the ground, paying no attention to Dong Qingqiu.
It seems to have shown that the old man does not welcome Dong Qingqiu.
The old man blew the dust off the sweet potatoes and said to his grandson: "Eat quickly. There are many wild dogs out there who can't eat."
Pointing fingers at mulberry trees and scolding huai trees?
When Dong Qingqiu heard this, he just smiled, his eyes never leaving the roasted sweet potatoes on the stove.
"Grandpa, there is someone outside." The child took a bite of sweet potato and pointed at Dong Qingqiu outside the door with the hand holding the sweet potato.
Then, the child added: "Grandpa, it's cold."
The old man's temper suddenly became violent, and he yelled at Dong Qingqiu outside the door: "You're going to eat your mother's farts, why don't you get out of here. Didn't you hear my grandson say it's cold?"
"Really? I haven't eaten your mother's fart yet!"
Dong Qingqiu ignored the old man's pushing and used his tired body to force his way into the hut that was no bigger than a hand.
"It's better for the grandson to speak, otherwise the uncle won't be able to hear you."
The old man squinted at Dong Qingqiu with cold eyes, looking at the saliva that was about to flow out of the corner of his mouth and his hands that were about to move.
With quick hands and eyes, the old man took away the only two roasted sweet potatoes left on the stove.
This time I really got to eat my fucking shit.
Dong Qingqiu smiled sarcastically and looked at the child who kept spitting out sweet potato rinds. "Uncle, I don't want to eat it. Give it to the child. Just give me the sweet potato rinds."
The old man ignored Dong Qingqiu, but picked up the sweet potato rinds spit out by his grandson on the ground and handed them to Dong Qingqiu.
Dong Qingqiu's face turned purple from the cold and his neck was black. This old man really wanted him to eat the sweet potato peels spit out by his grandson?
Dong Qingqiu slowly raised his hand, wanting to strangle him.
The old man suddenly retracted his hand, poured the sweet potato peel in his palm into his mouth, which had few teeth left, and chewed it slowly.
Dong Qingqiu was stunned. It turned out that he had misunderstood others, and he couldn't even eat the sweet potato peels.
Dong Qingqiu suppressed his anger and asked with a smile: "Uncle, have you ever heard of Taoist Immortals?"
The old man just didn't answer and muttered in a low voice: "Taoist Immortal? You are so high and mighty, how can you be like you, dressed in rags and like a beggar?"
"Uncle, you don't know something. I fought with Liu Caiqi, the demon sect's witch, for three hundred rounds a few days ago. Because I was outnumbered, I was plotted, so I had no choice but to do so." Dong Qingqiu explained.
The old man raised his neck and faced Dong Qingqiu, saying vaguely: "Didn't your mother say you were a Taoist immortal? Come and kill me. If you don't dare, get out of here."
"That's right, if you don't dare to kill my grandpa, just get out."
The child on the side also looked disgusted and arrogantly echoed his grandfather's words.
"Old man, don't be so fucking shameless."
After that, he grabbed the old man's hand and went to grab the roasted sweet potato in his arms.
"Let go of my grandpa."
The child walked around the stove, hugged Dong Qingqiu's thigh, and bit it hard.
Dong Qingqiu hit the old man's head hard, tears welling up in his eyes.
The old man was in pain, his head was dizzy, he let go of his hands and fell backwards.
Dong Qingqiu slapped the child on the face, knocking out five or six teeth.
He grabbed the child's neck, pressed it on the red-hot stove, and held his head firmly with his other hand.
Smoke was rising from the stove, and a large piece of hair was singed.
The child's body was twisting desperately. Dong Qingqiu crushed his legs and knees with his kick, and pressed the child's body with his body. Big teardrops dripped into the stove.
The heart-rending screams of the children in the thatched house disappeared in the cold wind outside the thatched house, leaving only the whistling sound of the cold wind.
"Grandpa, it hurts! Grandpa..."
The old man got up with difficulty, knocked over the stove with his body, and hit Dong Qingqiu with a painless punch.
The hut suddenly became filled with smoke, and Dong Qingqiu covered his mouth and coughed.
The old man picked up his grandson who was crying miserably on the ground. His eyes were as dry as a pond, and he shed tears again because he felt sorry for his grandson.
The old man's rough, calloused hands carefully stroked the left side of his grandson's face that had been burned by the stove.
The entire left side of his face had been burned black, and the skin and flesh had split apart. Even one of the eyes had exploded under the intense heat, and white liquid mixed with blood flowed out.
"I am going to kill you."
The old man turned around and rushed towards Dong Qingqiu.
A bloody wooden root stuck out from the back of the old man's head.
Dong Qingqiu picked up the wooden root and thrust it into the old man's mouth, breaking a yellow and black front tooth.
The old man felt pain and his feet slipped.
The wooden root in Dong Qingqiu's hand broke free.
One end of the root was stuck on the ground. Due to the strong impact, the entire root directly penetrated the old man's mouth and burst out from the back of his head.
The roots of the wood are red all over.
Dong Qingqiu stepped on the old man's head and pulled out the root of the wood with a strong pull.
The old man died with his eyes open and his eyes protruded.
Dong Qingqiu stepped forward to straighten the stove, picked up the sweet potatoes on the ground and ate them.
The child's cry really disturbed his enjoyment of eating sweet potatoes, so he stepped on the child's neck and a trace of blood flowed from his mouth.
Sitting on the corpses of the old man and the child, I finished eating the only two sweet potatoes in a short time.
Licking his lips, he seemed to still have more to say.
Dong Qingqiu took out a small sickle and threw a piece of fresh meat on the stove to roast.
He slowly stretched himself and said with gratitude:
"Thank you for hospitality!"
