"Are there any gods in the world who are unfaithful, unfilial, benevolent and unjust!"
"The gods are loyal, filial, benevolent and righteous, and they are raising you loyal ministers, filial sons, benevolent people and righteous men! Every one of them dreamed of being a god, but in the end they are just beasts like pigs and dogs!"
"Bold and crazy people, after all, they are unrepentant and have been killed!"
The skeletal head rolled across the bloody bluestone street. Sedum hunched over the alleyway and saw a group of prisoners wearing shackles staggering under the eaves of the Drum Tower. The night was very clear, and the stars were as clear as frost. At the entrance of the alley, Directly opposite, the red lantern under the guise of Yong'an Dang's door illuminated the fluttering candlelight, highlighting the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked face of the shopkeeper Zhao Wenchang, which really shocked him.
Shopkeeper Zhao stood at the door and saw Jingtian at a glance.
"You brat, where have you gone? I wonder when it opens? Are you going to watch beheadings again? I can tell you, those who are beheaded are not good people. Don't get too close or blood will be spattered on your face. If you put it on, you can’t wash it off.”
"Go back to the shopkeeper, I'm sick."
"You're a lazy donkey who makes a lot of shit and urinates. Come in quickly. A batch of goods just arrived this evening. You can keep an eye on me."
Jingtian leaned over and stared at the broken and dusty swords on the table, "They are all imitations. Shopkeeper, please don't believe the nonsense those people say in the future. There are so many old objects from before the calamity circulating, they have all been sacrificed in the temple." Collected."
"Forget it, go ahead and help." Shopkeeper Zhao said unhappy.
"Shopkeeper, is this month's salary..."
"Hey, I haven't calculated your lost wages yet. Why are you asking for money from me? Just wait two more days!"
Jingtian bowed his head to the lobby and sat behind the counter. There was an endless stream of customers coming to pawn goods. There were more than a dozen clerks in this shop, and he was the most capable. He did the business clearly and always made money for the shopkeeper and the owner. .
There are all kinds of people who come to pawn goods, including down-and-out young men selling wealth, poor people selling their children, beggars selling crickets, Taoist monks selling sesame oil. Some people are frowning, some are bowing their heads, and there are also rogues who are barbaric and violent. He was going to beat someone. Jingtian huddled behind the counter and let them cry and beg, yell and scold, and he always looked like it had nothing to do with him. Most of the customers, assistants and shopkeepers in the pawn shop were used to it, and no one took a second look. .Sometimes, if your fate is bad and you encounter a vicious person, it is also common for you to draw a knife and hurt someone.
Tonight passed peacefully, the moon rose and it was day, and it was time for the shop to take a rest. Sedum was the first to leave, and the prisoners wearing shackles on the street had disappeared. He quickly returned to his ancestral home, sister. Nightshade sat up from the couch, smiled at him, and then started coughing again.
Jingtian took out a piece of calico bundle from his arms and untied it at the bedside. Wrapped inside was a steamed bun dipped in medicine. It was red and still hot after being left out all night. "Eat it, your illness will be cured."
"Brother, there's no blood on you, right?"
Jingtian nodded and looked at the moonlight in front of the door, like water, and it was a cold day again.
"Brother, you better eat it. I'm afraid Xiaokui has to leave. No matter how much medicine I take, it won't save her life. Why don't I give you a steamed bun, which is also very good."
"I'm not sick, I don't need to take medicine."
"This evening, my brother went to work. Has shopkeeper Zhao paid off his wages? There are only four copper coins left in the family."
"That thief wants to break one copper plate into two. How can he settle the bill with me if he wants money?" Jingtian said coldly, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Brother, if you endure it a little longer, Xiaokui will be gone, and you won't be living such a miserable life by then."
"Why should I suffer? It's better than being a libertine on the street who never did any good deeds during his lifetime and was full of empty talk about righteousness. Before drinking a glass of wine, he cursed the gods twice and was beheaded. In this world, except for the gods, there have never been happy people. You If you take the medicine, you will still suffer in this world. If you don't take it, you will enter the underworld early and suffer the same punishment."
Nightshade held up the steamed bun dipped in medicine, like holding a red hot coal. The dazzling light danced in front of her pale cheeks and black lips, getting fainter little by little, and finally completely disappeared deep in her throat. Place, fell into the stomach pouch, just like lighting a candle, a pale orange firefly came out from her belly.
Jingtian was still sitting on the threshold, looking at the desolate street scene in the daytime. Several day wanderers were traveling together, with shackles and chains wrapped around their hands, followed by several prisoners, who were staggering along the roadside, as if He was drunk a lot and walked westward from the east side of the street. Seeing them coming, Jingtian went back to his house, closed the door, and sat by the window again, opening a small crack and looking out.
After taking the medicine, Nightshade curled up on the bed and slept for a while, half awake.
Sedum still seemed dead, sitting by the window, staring at the unchanged street scene.
When the moon went down, Nightshade's cough didn't get better.
Her cough was as hoarse as a gong with pits, and she suppressed it again, making her shiver from the dullness.
"Brother, I'm dreaming."
There were already pedestrians and vendors on the street. Jingtian stood up and prepared to go out. He didn't turn around after hearing this, "What were you dreaming about?"
"I dreamed about my past life. I was a divine sword from before the calamity, waiting for you in the world for a thousand years."
He said nothing and pushed the door open. On the street, people from Tangjiabao were looking for doctors again. Jingtian touched the empty sash and finally came closer.
"Do you know medical skills?"
"I'm afraid I'm the only one in Yuzhou who doesn't come to see a doctor."
Tangjiabao has been looking for a doctor for a long time. At first, he searched for the sage in the apricot forest, but to no avail. Then he sought help from a charlatan, but to no avail. Then he sought a stranger from the street, but to no avail, so anyone could come to see a doctor. Regardless of success or failure, there was always a reward, so the city The people here regard this job as a good business to make extra money. Children ranging from eighty to five years old dare to call themselves miracle doctors, but it can only be done once. If they can't treat the disease well, they will be rejected if they go again.
Jingtian was probably the last person in Yuzhou City who did not treat Miss Tang.
When he entered Tangjiabao, the owner didn't even give him a cup of tea, but let the servant lead him to Miss Tang's boudoir.
"I heard that your lady has been ill for a long time and has been bedridden for many years. I have troubled Lord Tang Bao to seek medical advice." Jingtian said good things, but he himself planned to put on a show, collect the money and leave.
The boy was used to seeing such scoundrels, so he laughed twice and didn't talk much.
Jingtian asked for help, and when he got outside the boudoir door, the boy counted ten big ones from the bag, changed his hand and stuffed three more coins back, put the remaining seven coins under Jingtian's nose, and shouted: "No! "This is considered the medical fee.
None of the workers in the pawn shop were used to seeing people in the market, and Jingtian wasn't easy to get rid of either. He glared ungrudgingly, reached out and took the money first, then turned around and pushed open the door to enter the house.
"Hey! What are you doing? You took the money and you didn't leave?!" As expected, the boy immediately became anxious.
"What money? This doctor is here to see a doctor. He didn't even see the patient. How can he get money?"
"Give me back those seven big coins!"
"What are those seven big coins?"
"The medical fee!"
"I haven't been to the clinic yet, why are you paying for the consultation? This money was obviously given to me as a favor by the host. Don't worry, I have a good hand and a kind heart. I will definitely help your young lady to see a doctor." Jingtian was so troublesome that he asked the little girl
The servant was speechless, and now he plucked up the courage and stepped into Miss Tang's boudoir.
The cold fragrance lingered in the room. Behind the heavy curtains, four or five faint Crane Palace lanterns were lit. The prescriptions left by the sage of Xinglin were scattered on the floor. The compass left by the charlatan was placed on the foot of the table. The idlers on the street left behind
All kinds of miscellaneous things, including knives, knives, cups, cups, medicine measuring tools, money weighing tools, and divination tools, were all piled up in the corner. The maid serving the master was standing beside the couch, motionless.
It seems to be an ornament.
It was so eerily quiet here that Sedum immediately stopped her stride and walked on tiptoe.
The curtains were lowered, and there seemed to be a vague figure behind the silk curtains, lying softly, as if covered with a quilt.
Jingtian nodded to the maid, but they ignored him. He then opened the curtain on his own.
"Why are you so reckless? Get back!" The servant girl became anxious when she saw this. There are differences between men and women, so how could this rogue offend the innocence of her daughter's family?
Most of the servants of these wealthy families always have to put on airs, but once they get anxious, they are no different from ordinary people, and even more cowardly. Sedum held out his chest and belly, and waved his hands grandly, "I, the doctor,
You have a sense of propriety, do you know what to expect? If I step aside, will you come and treat Miss Tang?"
"You, you scoundrel, pretending to be a doctor, just get the reward and leave quickly. If you bump into the lady, the Lord of the castle will definitely skin you!"
Jingtian was smiling and crying at the same time, "If I get skinned, I will turn into a ghost to haunt you after my death!"
The maid was startled, took two steps back, turned around and stopped talking to Jingtian.
Seeing that no one was disturbing him, Jingtian had time to take a closer look at Miss Tang's family. This woman's black hair was extremely thick and shocking. It didn't look like human hair, but the branches and leaves of ancient trees. They were wrapped in clusters, covering her body.
It turned out that he was not covered with a quilt, but that it covered his whole body
It is the long hair. If you look closely, the clothes on her body are all covered with hair, just like the moss on the stone, which accumulates over time, and the roots are intertwined with the warp and weft of the needle thread. All over her body, exposed from the pile of hair,
There is only a pale face and a three-inch neck.
"Miss Tang?" Jingtian called softly. The woman on the bed had been unconscious for a long time and naturally did not respond. "I will take your pulse right now."
Jingtian groped with his hands and reached into the deep strands of hair, but he couldn't touch anything. It seemed that the hair was just an empty shell of human skin, and inside was the boundless desert of space. He was horrified and trembling.
Keep exploring
He groped around, and the palm of his hand was waving swayingly in the open space. He felt a faint heat on the back of his hand, so he tried that place, and it became hotter and hotter. Finally, he touched a hot blade, cutting his palm and bleeding.
"Oh!" Jingtian took out his hand and took a look. Sure enough, he was bleeding. The cold, sticky black blood was dripping down.
The maid on the side quietly turned around and snickered.
He was not annoyed at all, and made an evil face at the peeping maidservant. He then swept some accumulated dust on the bedside and applied it to the wound to stop the bleeding. He then took out a rag from his robe, tore it into a long strip and wrapped it around the wound.
at.
Looking at the young lady from the Tang family again, her face had not changed at all. Just now, Jingtian was so arrogant and arrogant, but now she felt frightened and thought that this woman must have been transformed by an evil spirit. Otherwise, why would there be nothing under her skin?
It is natural for little people to be greedy for life and afraid of death. How can there be anyone in the world who is not afraid of death? Those heroes were either beaten in the street or suffered in the underworld after death.
He secretly thought: The demons in this world have long been covered in the skin of gods, pretending to be benevolent and righteous, deceiving the world and stealing their reputations. I am afraid that the only one left in front of me is not a demon, but a true god. But even if it is a true god, so what? After a few calamities, the immortals in the sky will reincarnate.
, after all, it is a mortal who suffers. Besides, there is nothing I can do to save her, so why not pretend to be more and ask for a few more medical fees so that I can buy medicine for my girl.
Jingtian made up his mind, and when he started to act mischievous, he glanced around the room, found a pair of scissors from under the dressing table, and cut off Miss Tang's long hair, cutting off a strand and pulling out a strand.
His black hair is as thick as an ancient vine in a dense forest. The small scissors in his hand are originally used for mincing silver. The blades are very short, which makes it more time-consuming and laborious.
The maid turned back and scolded him for being bold, but Jingtian was justified. He said that although the disease was unusual, it happened to be recorded in an ancient book, and he happened to see it.
"Let me ask you, what is the name of this disease in the book?"
"This is the disease of peanut blossom."
"Don't lie to me! You are clearly making up this nonsense about peanuts and grass!" Although the maid scolded her, she did not stop her.
"A flower blooms with five leaves, and the five leaves are the five internal organs. The flowers of the five internal organs are on the face, on the hair, on the lips, on the claws, and on the hair. The disease of peanut flower is the imbalance of the Qi of the five internal organs, so hair grows. The so-called disease comes like a mountain
Down, the disease is gone like a thread, it needs to be cured
This is a peanut disease, first take out these hairs." Sedum said nonsense, he was going to break these hairs and then see if the skin bag was really empty, but he didn't expect these hairs.
It can be cut off or grown, and it can't be exhausted.
"Someone has tried your trick before."
Jingtian's trick was exposed, and he had no choice but to say harshly, "It seems that the problem of imbalance of the five qi is very big, so what, I have another clever trick." He was also anxious now.
The maid looked on coldly and suddenly asked quietly: "What do you think is the cause of Miss's illness?"
"This disease can be cured!"
"Come on, Miss, it doesn't look like she is sick. She has been bedridden since she was a child. She has not woken up for so many years. She doesn't drink or eat, and her body has grown. How can she think of an ordinary person!"
"She's not a human being, so what else could she be?"
"I think the lady looks like..."
The servant girl huddled in the faint candlelight of the palace lantern, her cheeks were gloomy, "Like a demon!"
Jingtian glanced at her and said, "Where are there monsters in the world? If you say something like this, the gods will listen to you and be careful not to have your head chopped off."
"You are really a piece of meat. I advise you to take the reward and leave. From now on, don't set foot in this Tangjiapu again."
"Most of Yuzhou City is Tangjiabao's shops. No matter how hard you walk, you can't get away." Jingtian joked and laughed at himself. Yong'an was regarded as the Tang family's business, and in the end he was also a Tang family's associate.
"Then let me ask you, if there are no monsters in the world, where have all the monsters gone?"
"How do I know?" Jingtian was sweating, "Oh, my memory! There is something urgent at home! It's time to go!"
The maid stood there, squinting at Sedum with disdain. This look clearly meant: Look, I knew it earlier.
Jingtian immediately scratched his neck again, "Let's go, let's cure the disease first." He secretly cursed himself for being as timid as a mouse. Who else in the world doesn't know that gods are monsters? The little girl even frightened him, an old man in the world, with just one sentence.
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Seeing that he was still being stubborn, the maid threatened Jingtian again, "Do you know why Master Tang keeps looking for someone to heal the lady?"
"If a rich family has money, they can naturally find a doctor. If it's a poor family, they can only wait for death!"
The maid lowered her voice and said, "Wealthy people also save their money. Every penny has to be calculated carefully. There is no reason to give money away. What's more, the Tangbao Master is not a good person."
Jingtian knew that he was powerless and wanted to work hard, so he happened to listen to what the maid had to say.
"What they only think about is that when the young lady wakes up and ranks among the immortals, they will be able to ascend to heaven. After all, all this wealth is the wealth rewarded by the immortals, but the master of the Tang family still thinks about the dream of becoming an immortal!"
"As a servant, you are not afraid of suffering when you organize the master's family like this?"
"I am a slave to them, but aren't they also slaves to gods? Who is better than who? I am not afraid of him."
She spoke so frankly that it made Jingtian feel ashamed.
"According to what you say, should I cure Miss Tang? Or should I not?"
"Are you still being stubborn? Then you can be cured. I wonder if the young lady will really become a god when she wakes up and reward you with great wealth."
"I know there is a medicine that is very effective, but I don't have it at hand."
"You want to leave? If you walk out of this door, you will never come back in."
Jingtian was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the door, then at the maid, and finally at the unconscious Miss Tang on the bed.
"I'm talking about this medicine, maybe you have heard of it, but I don't know if anyone else has tried this prescription. If it doesn't work after trying it, then there is nothing I can do about it." Jingtian laughed endlessly, looking embarrassed.
People say, "Every day on the execution ground, there are people beheaded..."
The maid shook her head repeatedly, "I know what you are talking about. No one has tried this medicine on the young lady. Besides, the young lady is in a coma, so even if she takes the medicine, she has to be careful. If you bring the steamed buns, how can she chew them?
"
"As long as you have medicine, bring it and think of a way to feed it."
"Even if this medicine is useful, who in the Tangjiabao would dare to get it? Except for you, a rogue and no-nonsense person, everyone else has long since avoided it. You'd better calm down as soon as possible and collect the reward.
Let’s go!”
"You don't have to look for medicine outside!" Jingtian trembled, "I have it right here. Bring the bowl."
The maid glanced suspiciously, then turned pale in shock, "Could it be you?!"
"Those who were beheaded are all idiots. Today, grandpa, I will try my best to become rich. If I fail, I will be a hero in my next life!"
The maidservant shivered and brought a jade bowl. Just now she said that gods are monsters, but she was not so frightened. It seemed that the mortal Sedum in front of her was more terrifying than the gods.
Jing Tian panted, his ten fingers danced, he raised the scissors in his hand tremblingly, and then slowly stabbed into his temple.
The scissors pushed down and cut across the lower jaw, creating a white wound. He burst into tears and burst into tears. His face was filled with sadness. When he reached out and pulled off the face, a cold, white face was revealed.
, like a new face of a dead person.
The maidservant was so frightened that she screamed. Before she could speak, Jingtian raised his hand to cover her mouth.
This little gangster from Yong'an seems to have changed into a different person after he was cut off.
Jingtian looked at Tang Xuejian in the hospital bed, looked up to the sky and sighed, "Xuejian, Xuejian! You were defeated by that monster!"
The black blood that originally seeped out of the sword wound on his palm turned bright red and hot, like a soldering iron, burning the slave girl's face to pieces. Jing Tian easily tore it off, tearing off her facial makeup as well.
Come down.
"Woe, woe! You sufferer! Why did you take my face away too! How do you expect me to survive?!"
"If you don't tell me, of course no one will know." Jingtian snorted coldly, waved the maid away, stepped forward and reached into Tang Xuejian's hair, and grabbed the hot sword blade, even though the skin was burnt and the bones were rotten.
His expression remained unchanged as he pulled it out bit by bit.
This is already a broken sword, a broken sword.
Sedum still held it, went out with the sword, and went straight to the temple. Along the way, he met the God of Day and Night, and killed them all with one sword. The streets were dripping with black blood, and everyone screamed and ran away when they saw it, and the whole city panicked.
When he arrived at the sacrificial temple, all the clay puppets on the high platform came to life, really like the immortals coming to the dust, and the gods appearing as saints.
"Little friend Jing, you have resisted and disobeyed me several times, and I have forgiven you a lot. However, you still refuse to show mercy and are stubborn. Could it be that you are really going to lose your soul before you are willing to stop?"
"Wearing a dog's skin and sitting on a pile of dung, you really think you are a god! Evil Sword Immortal, I laugh at you for not knowing that the third life is an illusion after all. You are pretending to be here, and you deceived these lackeys, but who did you deceive?
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Each of the clay and wood sculptures in the temple seemed to have been stabbed in the foot. They jumped up from the stage and cursed with their halberd fingers.
Sedum laughed loudly and slashed at them with his sword.
This broken sword could not damage the immortal's golden body, and the statue of Tianzun captured him with a backhand.
The Evil Sword Immortal, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, is still teaching here earnestly: "Little friend Jing, although the three lives are illusory, the human heart is true. Your divine sword sect is so powerful that it was eventually destroyed by the tricks of ghosts. Human beings are born to be slaves.
Li Shu is a slave to the officials, the officials are slaves to the emperor, the emperor is a slave to the ghosts and gods, and the ghosts and gods are slaves to me.
Talent. If we can live a stable life, how many people want to be slaves before it is too late. But there are always some ignorant people who want people to be slaves. You must know that that slave hates you a hundred times more than the master! Their descendants are very numerous.
, Kill them endlessly, eliminate them all, and make your Divine Sword Sect become nothing for generations to come!"
All the immortals in the temple smiled happily as if hearing the Tao, and added: "How wonderful! How wonderful!"
Jingtian knew that he was no match for him, so he immediately said nothing and just waited for death.
The Evil Sword Immortal was surprised: "Why, you still don't believe it? Then let's see how brave a mortal can be." After saying that, he reached into the void and took out the maid from the Tang Family Fort.
Having been torn off by Jingtian, facing all the immortals in the temple, I was almost scared to death.
Jingtian looked at it coldly, watching the maid shivering, and the skin that had been torn off actually grew back bit by bit under the rays of light from the immortals.
"Look! This is a living slave. His skin is so worthless that even if it is peeled off, it will grow back."
Jingtian couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Those with such faces may not be slaves, and those with skinned faces may not be heroes. As long as you are seen as slaves for generations to come, you don't care whether they are real slaves or not."
The Evil Sword Immortal finally became furious, "There are unfaithful, unfilial, benevolent and unjust immortals in the world! But you treacherous ministers and thieves are all ruthless and murderous. Just now you beheaded twenty-seven of the day and night wandering gods on the street.
, it can be seen that they have practiced for hundreds of lives to achieve the right results, but now they are killed by your sword, and all their hard work has been in vain! You are just a young boy from Yong'an in this life, and you have never made any contribution to the country. How dare you speak nonsense here! Beheaded!"
The Heavenly Judge held up the dragon-headed guillotine, and the giant spirit god held Jingtian under the guillotine. When the Heavenly Lord gave the order, the sword fell on the person's head and fell to the ground.
A knight's head rolled around on the gray brick floor of the temple, and rolled to the feet of the servant. He saw the remaining blood on the servant's face, burned the slave's face, and tore the cheek with all his strength, tearing the slave's face to pieces.
, the second one was pinched and bruised, and under the red blood flowing out, there was still a faint face.
Jingtian was shocked.
When he opened his eyes, he had emerged from the illusion of three lifetimes.
Outside the Divine Sword Valley, the heroes gathered together to talk and laugh, and the sound of joy was endless. The wind blew, creating a worldly atmosphere.
"Sedum."
He suddenly looked back and saw Tang Xue in red shirt behind him, looking at each other speechlessly.
"Junior Brother Jing, you are finally back." Shi Renxiong walked out of the valley quickly and waved from a distance.
All the heroes from the Divine Sword Sect came together, and they were all happy to see Jingtian.
Huaxu has a dream, and the grass and trees are in spring and autumn. In the illusion of three generations, there is a long dream, and nearly a year has passed in this world.
Seeing his frown, Shi Renxiong couldn't help but smile and said, "Why, you haven't defeated the Evil Sword Immortal either?"
"Ashamed. My skills are inferior to others."
"This old devil has some abilities. Fortunately, he has been trapped in the illusion of three generations, so you don't have to worry about him."
"If one day he breaks out of the situation, who in the world can control him?"
"There is no day for him to break through." Shi Renxiong laughed when he heard this, "Everyone doesn't know that the illusion of the Three Worlds is actually the demon refining formation set up by Han Dazong. This is a greedy and greedy one. Since you enter this formation, you will be like Han Dazong in the past.
As predicted by the founder, the true body has long been turned into ashes, with only a trace of demonic energy remaining. It is still bound by endless reincarnation in the illusion, and will never be freed."
Jingtian was not happy but worried, "The Evil Sword Immortal's true body has not entered the formation. He has turned into an inner demon and lurked in my seven souls, and I brought him into the formation."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was really shocked.
Tang Xuejian said comforting words, "Don't worry, now that I have gained the experience of the illusion, the heroes of the righteous path are no longer what they used to be. Jingtian, you are the master of the divine sword. As long as we work together, no matter how difficult it is, we can overcome it one by one.
What’s there to be afraid of!”
"That's right, the Divine Sword Sect's four-hundred-year-old reputation has been preserved with just one breath. It doesn't matter whether it's the Evil Sword Immortal or the world of gods and ghosts. If you want to control the human world, you should ask us about the swords in your hands first!
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The sentiments here are fierce, the ambitions are high, and the swordsmen in the world are so passionate. It really makes people clear away the gloom in their hearts and regain the courage to fight against the heaven and the earth.
Jingtian raised his hand and pressed the sword pouch on his waist, a blue jade orb glowed slightly, and Nightshade whispered in his ear: "No matter where my brother goes, Xiaokui will accompany you."
He looked up at the sky, where the stars were as big as wheels. The day when the two worlds will collide is not far away.
Tang Xuejian stood beside him and looked up.
"Sedum."
"This time, I won't leave. Even if I die, I will die."
"good."
Chapter completed!