Fang Chen frowned slightly. In Zhongzhou, Beidou, Ditian, and sword cultivators have always been synonymous with the power of attack.
The status and status are far higher than ordinary monks. Qin Hucheng said this, obviously not referring to this place.
But...has he also been to Longyuan, Qinfeng and other places?
Or did the old sword immortal once told him the embarrassing situation of the sword cultivator in those places?
"We have been practicing swords for a lifetime, but it is nothing more than the sword in our hand. Even if we are not as long as ordinary monks, we have never been bothered by it. We live our last life freely and feel satisfied."
Qin Hucheng smiled: "You said, is this too much?"
“Not too much.”
Fang Chen shook his head gently.
Everyone saw Fang Chen talking to the air again, shaking his head again, and his face showed a look of surprise.
Qin Hucheng is already in a corpse. It is normal to leave a few scenes, but if he really starts talking, wouldn’t he see a ghost?
"He's not crazy..."
Someone thought in horror.
If such an existence goes crazy, can these people survive today?
The one who feared the most at this moment was not them, but the monks such as Li Xiao and others who could not distinguish themselves from Li Xiao's ancestor.
The old and the young all looked at the shriveled corpse of Li Xiao from time to time, and their hearts seemed to be filled with fear, as if they were carrying a huge mountain on their backs, making them unable to breathe.
"Yes, this is not an exaggeration."
Qin Hucheng nodded gently: "When my senior brother was young, he actually did not come from Zhongzhou, but from a distant place you could not imagine. The senior brother's parents were also sword cultivators."
"Which domain of the Nine Realms of the Human World when my senior brother came from?"
Fang Chen said softly.
Qin Hucheng was slightly stunned, looked at Fang Chen with a strange expression, and then suddenly smiled:
"It seems you know a lot. Like you, I am a native of the ancient domain. The difference is that I come from the Creation Star and Prisoner. Have you heard of this here?
It is much larger than the three places of Zhongzhou, Emperor Tian, and Beidou. It is not uncommon for the strong to emerge, like the ancestors of the religion."
"I've heard of it."
Fang Chen nodded.
"If you have the chance in the future, you can go and have a look, but remember not to be a sword cultivator."
Qin Hucheng's eyes showed a faint sneer: "If you go as a sword cultivator, it will only attract cold eyes. They look down on the sword in your hand and the thoughts you have held for the rest of your life.
In that place, sword cultivators and others are nothing more than dead men in the eyes of big men, and they can be consumed at will.
When I was a child, my parents were dragged to compete in swords because of the fighting spirit of a big man's child. My father had good sword skills and won, but unfortunately my mother died in that swordsmanship.
This is okay, we sword cultivators are born like this. Who would have taken this path if you are really talented?
What a pity, behind the sword cultivator who was defeated by my father, his little master felt that my father had made him lose face."
Speaking of this, Qin Hucheng looked at Fang Chen and squeezed a strong smile on his face:
"He ordered people to capture my father alive and throw it into the oil pan, and let me watch it. If I don't watch it, they will whip me.
In the end, they let me eat a crispy heart, which was my father's heart."
Fang Chen's expression changed slightly, and he stared at Qin Hucheng in a daze. He never thought that Qin Hucheng's experience when he was a child was so miserable.
"Since then, I became an orphan, snatching food with wild dogs, and fighting for steamed buns with beggars. I tried my best to practice swords. Although the sword cultivator was not taken seriously by them, the sword in the sword cultivator's hand, no matter who it is
, dare not really ignore it."
Qin Hucheng smiled and said, "If you want to take revenge, there is only this path to go."
"I was too naive and anxious at that time. I just practiced a little bit of fire and thought I could take revenge. Then I failed. Just when I thought I would die, someone helped me kill the pursuers and then led me to
He came to Zhongzhou.
Only then did I realize that there was such a place where I was so awe of the sword cultivator.”
"Old Sword Immortal?"
"Um."
"But don't get me wrong, the old sword immortal has nothing to do with the Blood Spirit Sect."
"Who is that?"
“He once told me that as long as I join the Blood Spirit Sect, I have the opportunity to change everything.
I think what he said makes some sense, so I joined."
"Can you rely on the Blood Spirit Divine Pill to change all this?"
"Junior Brother Fang, I have never taken half of the Blood Spirit Pill until now."
Qin Hucheng smiled, "Although this is the case, there are countless people who died because of me.
Junior Sister Yu also condensed the demon fetus of the Immortals because of my plan and Gai Wu, so you don’t need to feel guilty about killing me.
You did not do anything wrong, and I did not do anything wrong."
"You are right, I am right, who is wrong?"
Fang Chen smiled.
"Who knows."
Qin Hucheng shook his head gently.
"If the senior brother can see his parents again, will he be willing to let go of his obsession?"
Fang Chen suddenly said.
Qin Hucheng was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something.
"After the death of the senior brother, he became a wandering soul, and after the death of the senior brother's parents, he also regarded it as a wandering soul. If you have good luck, you still have a chance to meet."
Fang Chen Dao.
"What do you want me to do."
Qin Hucheng's expression gradually became solemn.
"Tell me who is behind you and Gaiwu."
Fang Chen Dao.
Qin Hucheng thought about it for a few breaths and shook his head gently: "I can't remember what my parents look like, and there is no difference between seeing each other or not."
"Is it necessary to protect that person like this?"
Fang Chen frowned.
"Junior Brother Fang, even if you know who he is, what can you do? Just rely on these people you brought? Even if you suppress him, you can suppress the huge Blood Spirit Sect?"
Qin Hucheng shook his head gently: "Gawu's previous sentence was not wrong. You can win for a while, but the Blood Spirit Sect can win for a lifetime.
Listen to me, don’t worry about these messy things, and walk your sword cultivation path.”
His eyes were like torch, and Fang Chen's figure was reflected in his eyes: "With your talent and your means, you may have the opportunity to change the situation of the sword cultivator in Prison Wind.
Even if you don’t want to leave this place, you can still protect this one-acre and three-point land. If they make their minds here, our sword cultivators will never have any peace in the future.”
"Crown Prince, it seems that his mouth is very hard, so why not leave it to me."
Empress Ci said.
"Sister brothers, don't humiliate me."
Qin Hucheng felt his scalp numb.
"Gawu also knows something. Empress Ci, I will hand him over to you. I hope you can ask something."
Fang Chen smiled.
Qin Hucheng breathed a sigh of relief, while Gai Wuze looked shocked and angry, and was taken into the big red sedan chair by Empress Ci without saying anything.
A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know if this boy's mouth was tight enough, and could he bear such torture...
"Fourth Princess, these open cards have been dealt with. Next, we should deal with the secret son of the Blood Spirit Sect here. This matter will be left to you to coordinate. Lord Shi and the others will cooperate with you. I am a little tired, so I have a rest.
”
Fang Chen looked at Xun Xiyin and said.
After saying that, he walked to the middle-level Grand Master's chair and sat down, closed his eyes and pretended to be sleeping, as if he was really tired and needed rest.
Xun Xiyin nodded slightly, and the spirit-slaying sect also had a list of monks of the Lixiao Kingdom's Blood Spirit Sect.
Next, everyone saw Xun Xiyin standing in the void commanding, and a cultivator who was affiliated with the Spirit-Slaying Section sprung out like mushrooms after a rain.
Only then did they realize that many cultivators had already sneaked into the Spirit-Slaying Secretariat.
Seeing the spiritual power sweeping across the sky, a scream and a roar came from time to time. The monks in the mourning hall were a little frightened, fearing that the other party would settle him in the next moment.
Asakamiya Yayoi was a little dazed for a moment, and the scene in front of him was so similar to when he was working hard.
The only difference is that the figure who killed all the Spring and Autumn Period and tried his best to destroy the plan of the Blood Spirit Sect.
Now he is just sitting quietly, and he doesn't need to do anything by himself. The plan of the Blood Spirit Sect seems to have turned into a piece of tofu in front of him, which can be easily crushed.
Compared with the two, the gap between them gave Asaka Miyashi an illusion that seemed to have been in the past thousands of years.
But in fact, it has only been a few decades, and this person has reached this point now...