Why do you want to practice swordsmanship?
Sui Yi's hair was flying, he closed his eyes, and memories suddenly appeared in his mind.
The happiest childhood memory is probably herding cows 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, I could no longer go to the mountains to graze cows.
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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 has come true.
When my father failed to return from buying wine, he and his mother borrowed an oil lamp from a neighbor and searched throughout the village. Finally, they 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 everything.
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 back home holding herself in her arms. She felt hot all over in the middle of the night. She talked some nonsense and died.
I sat by the bed and cried until I had no energy. 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 taken all my energy.<
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On the third day, I stood in the field, struggling to swing a hoe that was taller than me under the scorching sun.
People need to eat. If the fields are left alone, food will not grow.
Farming is hard, but compared to farming, facing an empty home is more terrifying. 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 sound of my mother's spinning.
Later, a woman with a compass came to the village. She said that she was 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.
I hesitated for a long time and timidly answered: "The most powerful."
The doctors laughed, and the female doctor smiled and stroked her dry hair, "Then learn the sword from me."
So, I started practicing swordsmanship by myself.
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 could be his opponent. The only one who could beat him was He Siping, who was one 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.
Quietly, he 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 seemed to have aged a lot, but the door bolt of their house remained the same as before - it was the stick that killed his mother.
So, he opened the door, 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 revealed his identity.
Li Zheng knelt down and begged for mercy, then stood up and brandished his sword.
Heads fell to the ground.
There was no sound at Li Zheng's home, including the married daughter and son-in-law's family who still lived at home.
Are you a bad person?
Maybe.
After reburying my parents, I returned to Chang'an Academy, folded my sword and waited for the death of Shan Chang.
The informed doctors shook their heads and sighed, saying why is this necessary?
Indeed, he is about to become a patrol officer in the academy. As long as he lets out a word, or even a hint, countless people will naturally be willing to help, so that the Lizheng family can judge the law according to normal procedures.
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 one's cultivation or being expelled from the school. There was only a transfer order - I had to go to the Supervisory Department and go to the Shiwan Barren Mountains to hunt demons to atone for my sins.
The teacher saved herself again - she went to her hometown to investigate and collected enough evidence to prove that the Rizheng family was guilty of death.
I wield the sword for those who cannot wield the sword.
'Ten years to sharpen a sword,'
The scene of memories was engulfed by the fire burning in front of me,
‘The frost blade has never been tried.’
The palm of my hand clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, 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 an injustice?’
Swing the sword, just like when he chopped off Satei's head.
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 city 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, she smiled at Li Ang and gave a thumbs up, "Then I'll leave it to you."
"Yeah."
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 is 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.
Fine gold, orichalcum, black iron, steel, 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 get started.
Li Ang circulated the sea of qi to the limit, and countless ink silk 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.
Shashasha——
The sound of Mo Si devouring it is like thousands of ants devouring the body.
Li Ang couldn't help but kneel on one knee, his whole body trembling.
Mosi evolved too fast, expanding and proliferating crazily in the 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 loud noise,
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.
Every move he raises his hands and feet possesses seemingly endless power.
Not...enough.
Li Ang clearly remembers the power of the Demon Buddha. Even Situ Zhi of the Zhuxiao Realm whom he encountered in Suzhou showed far less momentum than the Demon Buddha.
Iron box.
Li Ang stared at the square iron box in his hand and crushed it with force.
This chapter has been completed!