Chapter 8: Holding a sword and raising a flag, you will not turn around until you die.
Author: The South Wind Has Not Ended
Chapter 8: Holding a sword and raising a flag, you will not turn around until you die.
Chen Kuang carefully rubbed the railing. The words engraved on it were as thin as mosquitoes and flies, floating densely on the surface of the wood.
If you don't look carefully, these words blend into the wooden texture and are almost imperceptible without touching.
Incredible...
What is Huo Hengxuan’s martial arts cultivation level?
The murderous intention can be turned into a substantial hallucination that directly affects the mind. Even if the limbs are disabled, more than a thousand words can be carved on the railing!
In other words, at this point, the magical power is no longer in martial arts, but in oneself!
I am a supernatural being!
The picture Chu Wenruo had just described suddenly seemed to have real reality.
Black clouds are about to destroy the city, and the army is pressing on the border. The old man is wearing a golden scale armor. He stands alone with a sword. Even though he is carrying hundreds of arrows, he still staggers forward. His eyes are fierce, just one glance, even if there are thousands of troops on the opposite side.
It can also destroy his spirit and courage in an instant. One man can stand the test, but ten thousand people can't open it!
The general of a country who guards thousands of territories deserves the name of the God of Killing.
It's a pity that he can guard the city gate but not the people's hearts.
A humble musician like Chen Kuang could often hear the palace officials below discussing Huo Hengxuan, saying that he was violent and cruel, killing prisoners and showing no mercy.
It is clear that he has received the grace of going to the palace with swords and shoes, and he does not expect such grace when he enters the court, but he still ignores the Holy Emperor's obstruction and kills the official in court, unscrupulously, arrogantly, and contemptuous of the imperial power.
If the minister dares to do this, will he want to enter the Jinghe Palace one day?
The person who said this was not killed by the unkind and unjust Huo Hengxuan.
When the Zhou army entered the city and they became prisoners of the enemy and were about to be killed, they loudly insulted Huo Hengxuan, saying that he was incompetent to protect the country.
I wonder how that peerless old man, who stood alone leaning on his sword, clad in golden armor and feathered arrows, and holding the dragon flag high, felt in his heart when he watched the enemy bypass him like running water and go straight into the city gate?
Is it desolation? Or is it anger?
But at this moment, Chen Kuang knew that Huo Hengxuan had not fallen yet. He was still standing in front of the city gate, holding a sword and raising a flag, refusing to turn around.
"Song of Cutting Grass: Dry and Prosperous Chapter"
This is the content of more than a thousand words engraved on the railing.
This is not a song tactic, but a sword tactic.
Nourishing Qi Sword Technique.
To nourish my sword energy, I also use my sword to nourish my energy.
But the "qi" in this sword manual is different from ordinary ones, it refers to murderous intention.
"Killing people is like cutting grass, and it dries up in one breath..."
"Withering means death, glory means living. A living sword needs dead people. If you kill people, you also need to kill me..."
"It means...this sword technique uses death to maintain life. The sword intention is like grass. When it is dry, it dries up. When it flourishes, it reaches the sky. And only killing people can nourish this sword intention. The stronger and braver the sword, the more you kill, the stronger. That's right
A complete killing technique."
"When the sword power is exhausted and the murderous energy fills the body, the only way to quench the thirst is to kill, otherwise it will backfire on oneself and turn into a demonic barrier."
Chen Kuang was shocked.
Could it be that the reason why Huo Hengxuan is known as a cruel and murderous person is because of this chapter?
If this is the case, this sword technique should be the foundation of his life.
It seems a bit childish to leave it to Chen Kuang like this.
But Chen Kuang recalled the scene at that time. Huo Hengxuan hesitated for a whole night and then saw the bowl of decapitated rice, and then decided to give a hint.
Ah……
Is this a huge gamble?
I bet there are still people behind the city gate who want to use the mantis as a chariot in an attempt to close the thousand-pound city gate that cannot be closed by human power.
However, Chen Kuang felt that this might just be an old man whose heart was broken...
In the smoke and dust, I look back at the moment of gazing.
"You really think highly of me if you give me this kind of thing..."
Chen Kuang twitched the corner of his mouth.
He estimated that Huo Hengxuan must have seen that he had some cultivation skills, so he directly gave him the sword technique.
But in fact, this cultivation level is not something he cultivated by himself, but is the result of constant efforts in the Fetal Breathing Method.
"But speaking of it... I seem to have almost opened the eighth acupoint."
Looking internally, the meridians are like dense streams, emitting a hazy blue light. Wave after wave of weak currents continue to spread and converge, just like the "blue tears", a marine wonder seen in previous lives.
The ninth hole is like a small pond, filled with blue light.
At this moment, the eighth acupoint also began to loosen, and the light appeared and disappeared behind the barrier, as if it might leak out at any time.
In my memory, there are very few secrets about practitioners, except for the two lowest realms.
The ninth level is the enlightenment state, and the eighth level is the innate state.
These two realms are thresholds that mortals can reach, but beyond that, mortals are not even qualified to know.
"Fortunately, this sword technique also comes with the method of visualizing and nourishing Qi, so it won't make you blind."
Chen Kuang thought for a while and tried to guide the tides in his body to converge on his palms.
He was going to try... to erase the words.
These words must not stay here.
Seeing that Chen Kuang was silent for a long time, Chu Wenruo whispered in confusion:
"Mr. Chen, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with the railing?"
Chen Kuang was about to speak when he heard the crisp sound of the door lock opening.
His heart sank.
This is not the time to serve dinner, and logically no one will come.
"Damn it, what's there to clean in this broken cell?"
"Just follow the instructions from above. I heard that the Immortal Master suddenly wanted to take a look and asked us to drag out those who were being tortured and were about to die and bury them directly. We also had to clean up every corner."
"Haha, a clean cell, the boss is really thoughtful."
"Who makes the immortal master so kind that he can't see this in his eyes?"
Two jailers walked in laughing, holding some cleaning tools in their hands.
They had to clean it in order, but unfortunately...the first cell was Huo Hengxuan's.
At first glance, he saw Chen Kuang leaning on the railing and stretching his hand over.
"Hey, blind man, what are you doing?"
Li Erhuang scolded.
Chen Kuang said: "Sir, my bowl accidentally dropped and it seems to have rolled into the cell here."
Li Erhuang took a closer look and saw a bowl in the corner.
He picked it up angrily and said:
"If it falls, it falls. No fuss. Reach out quickly!"
Chen Kuang grabbed the railing with one hand and said:
"Sir, I have something to ask of you..."
"Go away, what nonsense!"
Li Erhuang doesn't accept this trick. He has seen too many fools who were punished for seeking petty gains, but he is not one of them.
Otherwise, how could he achieve the position of team leader?
He asked his colleagues to clean the opposite side, but when he turned back, he found that Chen Kuang was still holding on to the railing.
What's going on with this blind man? He was obviously submissive before.
Li Erhuang frowned and suddenly found that the railing seemed to be somewhat uneven.
He stepped forward suspiciously, but met Chen Kuang's gaze.
Li Erhuang was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he and Chen Kuang had looked at each other yesterday, and he immediately realized what he was saying.
That's not an illusion!
Li Erhuang felt as if he was about to discover a huge secret, and his whole body was filled with excitement.
He said firmly: "You are not blind! Release your hands, what are you hiding?!"
His tone was fierce, but his voice was kept very low. He was afraid that his colleagues would take away the credit.
In just two sentences, Chen Kuang had already erased the text by covering it up.
He was just thinking about how to lie a few more words.
His senses, which had been slightly strengthened by the abundance of spiritual energy, suddenly felt a hint of cold air coming from outside.
Cold, dark, sharp smell of blood, and a shuddering sense of oppression.
Like... a sharp knife.
"Probably...you don't have a chance to complain."
Chen Kuang murmured in a low voice.
Li Erhuang: "What?"
Chen Kuang pulled him and said: "Sir! I promise that what I said is true! There really is a box in Na Lezheng's hand, and there is a pill in it!"
"laugh--"
In an instant, Li Erhuang's head fell off his shoulders in confusion.
Chen Kuang closed his eyes, and in the darkness, blood splashed on his face.
For a moment, he seemed to be back in the palace. The limbs of his colleagues were scattered everywhere, and the smell of fishy heat filled his nostrils.
He was trembling slightly with fear, but because he couldn't see, he couldn't even escape.
Since his acting skills are not good, let the memory take care of it.
"My lord? My lord, what's wrong with you?"
The musician's voice trembled with his eyes closed.
The black-armored guard put away his long knife, stretched out his hand, grabbed his outstretched arm, and silently observed and examined his expression.
Half a moment.
"Let's go, the general wants to ask you something."
