Chapter two hundred and twentieth: the heart of prevention is indispensable
"Xiahou Swordsman?"
Yan Chixia was stunned for a moment.
He was very familiar with Xiahou Swordsman. In his early years, he was the best hunter in Kyushu and was given the false reputation of being the best swordsman in the world.
The Xiahou swordsman was crazy about swordsmanship and would come to him to compete with him every now and then, much to his annoyance.
It's just that in the past year or so, I haven't heard any news about Xiahou Swordsman. I thought he had given up his false reputation and no longer clung to appearances, and I was happy for a while.
"Yes, that's Xiahou Swordsman."
Zhang Heng said: "More than a year ago, the swordsman Xiahou came to Lanruo Temple to look for you. You were not around at that time, so I stepped forward to fight with him, but he lost to me."
"Before we parted, I saw that he was in despair, so I told him that I won because of the sword skills. You and I practice ancient inheritance, but he used mortal sword skills. There is no superiority in Tao, but there are skills.
It is difficult for him to defeat me with mortal swordsmanship."
"After hearing these words, he threatened to visit famous mountains and rivers, seek immortals and Taoism, learn the skills of immortal swordsmanship, and then compare himself with us. It has been more than a year since he said this."
When Zhang Heng said this, he looked at Xu Hongru: "Does that middle-aged swordsman have thick eyebrows and big eyes and is dressed in black?"
Xu Hongru replied: "Exactly."
Zhang Heng nodded: "Middle-aged people who use swords and like to wear black clothes still come to me. They can only be Xiahou swordsmen."
After a slight pause in his tone, he continued: "I just don't know how he broke his arm. Come to think of it, he must have endured a lot of hardships this year."
Seeking immortals and visiting the Tao is not that easy.
In Zhang Heng's view, seeking immortality is like applying for a job.
If you go to major companies to apply for jobs on your own, others will definitely not take you seriously. This is a bad idea.
The best idea is for an expert to travel around, take a fancy to you, and take the initiative to accept you as his disciple. Only then will you be treated like a disciple.
And between the two, there is a middle ground.
Zhang Heng was born in Zhongce. He didn't immediately come to ask for apprenticeship, nor was he lucky enough to have an expert take the initiative to recruit a disciple.
But first enrich yourself and build a family.
When you are rich and powerful, you dare not say it if you are too far away. At least the monks and sects in Xiaoqian World still value money. After all, no one is a god who does not eat grains. Even if he does not eat it, his disciples
The disciples also need to eat, right?
Take Fa Hai as an example. Everyone praises him as the reincarnation of Arhat, but for only three thousand taels, Arhat can write an inscription for you and allow you to have a vegetarian meal at noon.
If I go there ten or eight times a month, how can I still look familiar and be told: "Donor, you are here."
At this point, when it came to becoming a disciple and practicing Dharma, he couldn't refuse it outright.
Now that I'm back, I'll give you this secret book to take back and practice.
If it is really effective and the country has entered the country quickly, will becoming a disciple still be a problem?
Of course, if you really don’t have enlightenment, you are not qualified to practice Buddhism.
Don’t be discouraged. If you practice Buddhism, you will not be able to achieve Taoism. If you do not cultivate Taoism, you will become a magician.
If you still can't succeed as a side sect sorcerer, then you can cultivate demons, practice martial arts, study, and cultivate your awe-inspiring aura. If you still can't succeed...
Have you ever thought about giving up? In fact, being a rich man and having a group of wives and concubines is quite nice. There is really no need to get into trouble.
"I've been traveling all night, and I wanted to take a rest during the day, and then go take a note of the old demon Cihang tomorrow."
"Looking at it now, choosing a date is not as good as hitting it. It's better to visit early."
Yan Chixia said while looking at Zhang Heng and the other two.
Zhang Heng also means the same thing. He is successful in spiritual practice and it is not a problem to stay awake for several days.
The only thing I'm a little worried about is that Ye Zhiqiu is flying for the first time today and has been flying with them all night. He looks very bad now.
"Don't look at me, I'm fine."
Ye Zhiqiu is a Taoist disciple of the Kunlun Sect. If you lose, you must not lose the formation, otherwise you will lose the face of the Kunlun Sect.
"Forget it, you'd better stay."
Zhang Heng actually didn't really want to take Ye Zhiqiu with him.
Because among everyone, he is the weakest, and bringing him along is just a burden.
Ye Zhiqiu came with them, mostly to gain reputation, without putting in much effort. After going through the formalities, he would look back with a strong brushstroke.
"I..."
Just when Ye Zhiqiu was about to object, Zhang Heng waved his sleeves and said, "Menglai."
Bang!!
Ye Zhiqiu fell directly to the ground and fell asleep.
"this..."
Xu Hongru, the Taoist master of Hengzhen Tao, frowned slightly.
"With you, me, and Master Yan here, Pudu Cihang can't make trouble."
"In this case, Duoye Zhiqiu is not much, and one less is a lot. You also know that he has a special status. He represents the face of the Kunlun Sect. To be on the safe side, why bother letting him take a trip into this muddy water? If there is any
A mistake happened, and we had to focus on taking care of him."
Zhang Heng said straightforwardly: "When we win, let him lead the troops and pull Pudu Cihang's demonic body back to the capital. He will be honored along the way."
"That makes sense."
Xu Hongru can be a Taoist master, so he is certainly not a fool.
It is very clear that Ye Zhiqiu is here to get gold. After wandering around like this, he can tell the public: "Ye Zhiqiu, a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, joined forces with Yan Chixia and others to kill Pudu Cihang in Lanruo Temple."
Spring and Autumn style of writing, one stroke at a time.
Regardless of the person involved, what happened is not all made up. As long as the fabrication is good, most of the credit will fall on Ye Zhiqiu, which will greatly increase his reputation.
"You guys, carry him to the backyard and take good care of him."
Xu Hongru heard the song and knew its elegant meaning. He quickly called his disciples and carried Ye Zhiqiu down.
As for Zhang Heng and the others.
I rushed to Lanruo Temple without even eating breakfast.
When I got here, I saw a lot of people surrounding the entrance of Lanruo Temple.
When I asked, it turned out that Granny Shu was organizing people to give out porridge, and the people receiving the porridge were poor people nearby. Some of them had to walk more than ten miles every day just for a bowl of porridge that could stand up chopsticks and two nests.
Wotou.
"It's really ironic that monsters give people porridge."
Yan Chixia said to Zhang Heng half jokingly, half bitterly.
"The world is tough, a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns are inconspicuous, but mixed with wild vegetables can last a whole day."
Zhang Heng is a person who has seen famine, and his words are full of regret: "For a hungry person, not to mention a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns, even half a steamed bun can kill someone."
As an ancient saying goes, the victims of disasters are not civilians, but more like bandits.
Disaster relief is like suppressing bandits, which requires dispatching a large number of officers and soldiers.
Without strong suppression, incidents of looting and looting during disaster relief operations would be commonplace, and there were even cases where wealthy households who provided disaster relief were eventually looted and even lost their lives.
"These people!"
Zhang Heng walked toward the temple.
I found that in addition to some ordinary people, there were also some little monsters busy here.
Looking at their clothes, they clearly have the style of the Western Wilderness, and they look like the maids Pudu Cihang brought with him.
"master."
Sensing Zhang Heng's arrival, Grandma Shu hurriedly showed up to greet him.
"No need to be polite."
Zhang Heng looked around and asked, "Are these little demons who are helping here brought by Pudu Cihang?"
"Yes, sir."
Grandma Shu paused, and then said: "Yesterday afternoon, Pudu Cihang also pointed out some confusions in my practice, and it seems that it is indeed not as sinister as the rumors say."
look?
If you can tell anything, there won't be so many handsome men in The Legend of Ning Chen.
"When a man is about to die, his words are also good."
"When a bird is about to die, its song is also sad."
"No matter how you say it, Pudu Cihang can be regarded as a person who has attained the Tao, and the demon Tao is also the Tao."
"He stayed in Lanruo Temple. He must have felt that the murder was coming and stayed here to wait for us. Otherwise, with his foot power, he would not be able to go anywhere in the world."
When a hero appears, there will be a villain.
Of course, the villain here is subjective to us.
In fact, in reality, no one is black or white, most of them are gray.
The same goes for Pudu Cihang.
They were at the end of their rope, and there were dozens of little demons who swore to follow him to death, which showed that from the perspective of the Zhao royal family, Pudu Cihang was a heinous person, but from the perspective of the little demons, this king of demons still had merit.
of the place.
After all, when Shi Yuzhu went bankrupt, even his brother-in-law ran away.
Pudu Cihang has dozens of little demons who swear to follow him and are willing to live and die with him, which is rare.
Because even Zhang Heng is not sure how many of his subordinates can accompany him through life and death.
"You're here now, so don't stay outside."
Just thinking about it.
Pudu Cihang's words came from the depths of the temple: "Come in and have a seat. You should have a lot to say to me, right?"
Zhang Heng and the others didn't answer and walked towards the place where the sound came from.
Arrived and took a look.
Beside the small lake, in the pavilion, there is a monk in white playing chess with a swordsman in black.
"Brother Xiahou!"
Yan Chixia raised her hand to the swordsman in black: "It's really you."
"Yan Chixia, long time no see."
The man in black is the swordsman Xiahou.
After not seeing each other for more than a year, Zhang Heng found that his hair was gray, his face was weathered, and the sleeve of his left hand was empty, as if he had been chopped off along with his left arm.
"Brother Xiahou, your arm?"
Compared to Pudu Cihang, Yan Chixia now obviously cares more about Xiahou Swordsman.
Unexpectedly, Xiahou Swordsman himself felt quite happy when he saw it, and said with a smile: "While I was searching for immortals, I accidentally entered an ancestor's cave. Although I lost an arm, I was completely reborn."
Buzz buzz...
Following Xiahou Swordsman's words, the swords of Zhang Heng and Yan Chixia buzzed at the same time, as if they were about to unsheath them and fly away.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng and Yan Chixia were secretly frightened.
You must know that one of their swords is the Taiping Sword, and the other is an imitation version of the Xuanyuan Sword made by ancient sages, both of which are among the divine swords.
Now, Xiahou swordsmen can affect their swords with sound. This is not a situation that can be achieved by practicing ordinary swordsmanship.
"This sword of yours..."
Yan Chixia looked at the sword Xia Houjian carried on her back and frowned slightly: "It smells so heavy of blood!"
"This sword is called the Demon Sword."
Xiahou Swordsman took off his sword and placed it on his knees: "It is said that it is the mountain-holding treasure of the Tianmo Sect, and it even drank the blood of immortals."
"Good sword, good sword."
Zhang Heng also smiled with a smile on his face and praised: "He is a good man and he is a good sword. Congratulations to Brother Xiahou for getting what he wanted after the rain has passed and the sky has cleared up."
"I don't dare to take it seriously."
The Xiahou swordsman sighed.
He was really not being polite, but he came to Lanruo Temple this time just to ask for help: "This sword is very evil. I use it to kill people. If I kill one person, my cultivation level will increase by one point. If I kill two people, my level will increase by two points."
"As long as this sword is unsheathed, it will definitely come back with blood. Now I think about it day by day and dream about it at night. Even in my dreams, I dream that I am killing people, but I have no impression of those people."
Zhang Heng and Yan Chixia looked at each other.
The Heavenly Demon Sword, if you kill someone, your cultivation level will increase. It is really worthy of the word Heavenly Demon.
As for having dreams at night, Zhang Heng felt that the Xiahou Swordsman was under too much pressure and was not necessarily foreshadowing anything.
Of course, precautions are essential.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._