Zhang Song asked the sword to suppress the demon pass.
This news was like a thunder, and it quickly spread throughout the Demon Town. It is estimated that the entire Kyushu will know about it soon.
In fact, before this happened.
They had never heard of Zhang Song in Kyushu.
As for the reason why he asked about the sword, it was even more outrageous.
It is said that he asked for swordsmanship on behalf of others.
The master who taught him the sword died in the Demon Town Pass. Because of being framed, the sword failed to enter the sword pavilion.
He collected evidence and searched for more than 20 years to no avail.
In the end, I had no choice but to ask the sword to suppress the demon pass.
Paying the price with his life.
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Heroes and beauties, happy grudges.
Zhang Song's body was placed on the city wall, waiting to be claimed.
That day, almost all the monks in Zhenyao Pass who knew about the incident came to watch.
Some people secretly regret, some are gloating, some are indignant, some are secretly sad...
A man wearing a bamboo hat led a cow to the city wall.
Li Ping'an knew the news and thought that Zhang Song's body could not be left here for people to watch.
So he came, and everyone watched this scene quietly.
Li Pingan walked to Zhang Song.
Zhang Song was wearing the handsome outfit he borrowed money to buy.
He said that he was going to stir up trouble, so he had to dress decently and not be embarrassed.
Li Ping'an couldn't help but smile and was silent for a moment
"I accept your whetstone.
Sure enough, you can't just accept other people's things for free, and now I have to collect their bodies for you.
Do you know you are famous now?
You will become famous like this once in your life, and it will be when you are dying."
Li Ping'an muttered softly as he picked up Zhang Song.
But before he could walk down the city wall, the road was already blocked.
Several young men with swords stared at Li Pingan with sharp eyes.
Li Ping'an said helplessly: "Please make way."
"Who are you?" one of the young men in robes asked.
"They are...friends, maybe."
Li Ping'an didn't hide anything, and there was no need to hide it.
"You don't know what your friend did, do you?" The boy in the robe said coldly.
For young people like them who have been influenced by their elders since childhood, Jiange is an extremely sacred existence.
It is an honor to be able to enter the sword pavilion. Even if you die, you will have no regrets.
But yesterday, a daring guy broke into the sword pavilion openly.
Li Ping'an didn't say anything, turned around and left from another way.
The young man in the robe was reluctant, "Do you know what the sword pavilion means to the sword cultivators of Demon Suppressing Pass? It is dignity and honor."
"Yeah." Li Ping'an responded calmly.
"Hey! What's your attitude?
If it weren't for the hard work of your predecessors, do you think you can survive until now?
Your friend not only trampled on the dignity of our predecessors, but also brought Jiange into disrepute."
Li Ping'an raised his head, "Then what do you want? He is dead."
The boy in the robe said word by word: "Take him to Jiange to apologize."
Li Ping'an pondered for a moment, "Is this what the big shots mean, or is it what you kids think?"
"It was our idea!"
Guessed it.
Li Ping'an added: "He has not exceeded any of the rules of the Demon Suppression Pass. Asking swordsmen at the Demon Suppression Pass has always been allowed, so there is no need to apologize."
The eyes of the people around him became more and more fierce.
They don't care how legitimate Li Ping'an's reasons are.
It seems that if Li Ping'an doesn't agree to them today, he won't let him leave.
"This will attract patrols." Li Pingan said softly.
"Don't worry, the patrol has been taken away by us!" Someone snorted.
Li Ping'an raised his eyebrows, "So, no matter how much noise there is, the patrol team won't come."
"That's right!"
Li Pingan nodded thoughtfully.
He worriedly used [Breathe Lock] to carefully scan the young men who were looking for trouble several times.
Then, he said: "Since you are swordsmen, use the sword in your hand and let me agree."
"I'm just waiting for your words!"
The young man in robe immediately drew his sword and stood up.
Bang!!
Just the next second, his figure flew out upside down.
Many of the companions around him were stunned for a moment and had not yet reacted.
Li Pingan looked indifferent and murmured.
"Zhang Song, fortunately, although I'm not as powerful as you, I can still handle a few brats."
It takes half a cup of tea.
Li Ping'an carried Zhang Song's body on his back and walked down step by step.
A group of teenagers were lying on the ground.
...........
Li Ping'an and Chang Qing buried Zhang Song in a place close to mountains and rivers.
The feng shui was good, so Li Pingan used his own money to buy him a coffin.
After all, you can't just wrap yourself in a straw mat and throw it into a pit.
Monk Changqing said that he would give Zhang Song salvation.
Li Pingan took the erhu and played a sad ditty for him.
I don’t know what to say, just keep going, brother.
Wait until Monk Changqing has completed his salvation.
Li Pingan finished playing the ditty and it was already afternoon.
The two dug a big pit and then lowered the coffin into the pit.
A stone monument was erected.
Li Ping'an sat on a stone, leaning back against the old cow.
The wind is blowing.
Monk Changqing sighed, as if he wanted to say something.
But in the end it just turned into a "Amitabha"
night.
Li Ping'an tossed and turned without Zhang Song's snoring.
He was not used to it, so he couldn't sleep.
Li Ping'an rested his head on Lao Niu's leg and could no longer feel the familiar breath on the other side of him.
As the saying goes, it means that the distance is as close as thousands of mountains and rivers, and the distance is as close as a stone's throw.
He sighed slightly melancholy.
"Lao Niu, I suddenly miss that guy a little bit."
Lao Niu stretched out his other hoof and touched Li Ping'an's head comfortingly.
Li Pingan smiled.
Okay, let’s not call him Zhang Congxin from now on.
Changed his name to Zhang Jianqi.
Who made him timid all his life and finally got tough?
...........
The sword sharpening stone left by Zhang Song is indeed useful.
After a few days of sharpening in the drizzle, the flying sword became even sharper.
The sword body swayed like a stream of light.
Another advantage of being at the Demon Town Pass is that you can watch other people fight.
Basically, it’s one small dose every three days and one dozen every five days.
Sometimes they fight alone, sometimes they fight one group against another.
Even though it was a fight, he also knew how to measure things.
Don't accidentally injure civilians, and don't fight in the city.
Otherwise, patrolling guards will be attracted.
So usually fights are arranged in advance and take place in a teahouse.
The two sides exchanged harsh words and then fought each other in the suburbs.
There are very few fatalities, but that doesn't mean there aren't any.
Li Ping'an's greatest pleasure every day is hearing about someone getting into a fight.
Carrying a small bench, he took Lao Niu and ran out of the city to watch other people's fights.
After a fight, take a rest.
Then he went to another house to watch, and helped each other with other spectators.
Wherever there is excitement to watch, everyone will notify each other and immerse themselves in a harmonious and joyful atmosphere.
When there are fights, there are people who break them up.
If you want to break up a fight, you must consider your identity and status.
Otherwise no one will sell you this face.
Evergreen is a good example.
One day, Li Pingan took Changqing to watch the excitement outside the city.
As a result, Monk Changqing couldn't stand it and ran to the third-grade monk in his family to break up the fight.
"Amitabha, fighting is not good, fighting is wrong.
Please give me some respect, you two poor monks, and you two will still be good friends if you shake hands."
Of course, the two of them would not listen to a monk. Who knew that Changqing would be unyielding and leave endless ink marks.
In the end, the two of them worked together to beat up Monk Changqing, and then left.
Li Pingan carried Changqing back home.
On the way back, Li Pingan said apologetically.
"Changqing, I take back what I said."
"What's wrong?" Changqing asked with a swollen face.
"When it comes to breaking up the fight, you have to be the one!"
...........
One day, Li Pingan counted the days on his fingers.
It has been nearly four months since I came to Zhenyao Pass.
I found the avenue rune, although it was just one of its fragments.
But it can be considered a huge gain.
My strength has improved a lot and I have gained a lot of knowledge.
He and Lao Niu were sitting on a hillside, looking into the distance.
Li Ping'an thought it was time for him to go back.
In fact, what really made him make up his mind was...
The Demon Suppression Pass has not been peaceful recently, and it is said that the Demon Clan is going to fight again.
Every few decades, the demon tribe will come to Demon Suppression Pass with great fanfare to cause trouble.
Li Ping'an felt that with his current level, he might not be able to fill the gaps between people's teeth.
Anyway, everything that needs to be done has been done, and the scenery in various places has been seen.
Before leaving, I said hello to the clerk at Wanshige.
These days, Li Pingan often helps Wanshige with some chores.
The two of them can be considered old friends.
Therefore, Li Ping'an decided to tell him.
One more friend brings many paths.
You may not be sure if you come to Zhenyao Pass in the future, you will have to be taken care of by others.
When the waiter heard that Li Pingan was leaving, he sighed deeply.
He couldn't hide the disappointment in his tone, "Without you, what will happen if the sow screams in the middle of the night?
What should an old nun do if she loses her bellyband? What should a ninety-year-old woman do if she is brutally murdered?"
Li Ping'an: "I can see that you are very reluctant to let me go."
"Do you really want to leave?"
"Well, it's time to go back."
The waiter reluctantly took out a red envelope and said, "If you are poor and rich, you should pay more attention in the future."
Li Ping'an said: "I accept the offer, but I really can't take the money."