Chapter 3: Shocking with one finger, five years of memory
The originally quiet air was broken by the young man's soft drink. The three people in the courtyard turned to look at the door at the same time. After hearing the sound, the old slave quickly shouted: "Master, go back!"
But at the moment when the old slave was distracted, Netherworld Mountain directly inserted the sharp sword in his hand into the old slave's body.
"boom!"
The heavy rain that had stopped suddenly stopped, accompanied by a shocking thunder.
The young man stood in front of the door in a daze, and the unopened umbrella in his hand fell to the ground. The young man saw with his own eyes the long sword piercing the old slave's body. He felt as if he was in a dream, and hurriedly rubbed it
After rubbing his eyes, he saw clearly that there was indeed a long sword stuck in the old slave's abdomen in the rain.
"Master Nu!"
Netherworld Mountain looked a little panicked after stabbing him with the sword. He never thought that he had done such a dirty thing, so he quickly stretched out his hand to help the old slave, but his hand was in vain.
The old slave's body slowly fell into the rain. Before he died, he was looking at his young master, with that familiar silly smile on his lips.
"Old slave!"
The young man yelled and then rushed out of the room in the heavy rain.
"Don't scare me, don't scare me!"
The young man hugged the old slave's body and kept mumbling these words. The rain hit the young man's face, and the originally handsome face was now extremely frightened.
"How could you be so mean?"
Jiang Yixuan, who was in the rain, held a scimitar in her hand, raised her arched eyebrows across Daishan, and looked at Netherworld Mountain with an angry face and asked.
Netherworld Mountain suddenly raised his head and wanted to explain, but after a moment he slowly lowered his head. This was indeed despicable.
"Master, I have taken the first step..."
The old slave lay in the boy's arms and said intermittently with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"You said you would die after you taught me the Seven Moves Sword Style? How can you not keep your word? Who will help me cook and wash my clothes when you are gone?"
No one answered the boy's crying questions, because the old slave had closed his eyes and left, quite peacefully.
"ah!"
The young man looked up to the sky and roared, then slowly stood up, his eyes fixed on the two people in front of him. Netherworld Mountain saw an unprecedented evil spirit in the young man's eyes, and Netherworld Mountain took half a step back.
"What on earth did the old slave do that you could kill him like this?"
The young man's voice was calm, without any emotion. The young man's calmness made Youming Shanjiang and Yixuan shudder.
"Let me ask you, what did the old slave do wrong? Did you harm him like this?"
The young man roared angrily.
Netherworld Mountain looked at the young man in front of him, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. They came here this time to get rid of the remnants of the previous dynasty. At this time, the old slave was dead, so these remnants should also go with him. Netherworld Mountain's right fist transformed into
Then, with the sound of breaking wind, he rushed straight to the young man's chest and slapped him. This palm of Netherworld Mountain had twelve points of strength, in order to kill him with a fatal blow and eliminate the serious trouble in his heart.
But at this moment, the sky suddenly lit up, and a bolt of lightning flashed past, and a figure turned out to be faster than the lightning.
There was a roar, thunder broke out, and heavy rain poured down.
Just when the thunder started, the sound and shadow broke through the rain curtain and rushed in front of the young man. Then he took the bodies of the young man and the old slave into his arms, and then flew into the thatched house.
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Jiang Yixuan knew something was wrong, so she quickly blocked the figure, then drew out her scimitar and struck the figure with a sword. The figure seemed to have no intention of fighting back at this time, and turned her wrist slightly before popping out with one finger.
Right tail finger.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the scimitar in Jiang Yixuan's hand was broken into two sections.
Jiang Yixuan was shocked. She had to know that she was holding two scimitars in her hands. They were magic swords that had been forged in cold iron fire for thousands of years and had just been formed for seven or forty-nine days. Today, both swords were actually broken!
Cut it off in the old slave's hand and break it into pieces.
And the other one was actually broken by someone's finger. Who on earth could this person have such a shocking fingering technique?
When Youmingshan saw that the knife in Jiang Yixuan's hand was broken, he quickly chased after him. However, before he could get close to the figure, a finger was flicked on his chest. That finger, like a heavy hammer, directly hit Youmingshan.
Fly, fly upside down in the air for several meters before slowly landing.
Jiang Yixuan and Nether Mountain watched the figure take the boy into the thatched house, and then the figure flew out of the window again, followed by the pillar in the thatched house that collapsed, and the figure held a comatose boy and a corpse in its arms.
, holding a baggage and a wooden sword in his hand, which were all the boy's belongings.
Jiang Yixuan and Nether Mountain originally wanted to enter the house to pursue them, but unexpectedly the hut collapsed, so they had to exit the house in a hurry and looked at the figure that had flown away from a distance.
The figure appears, defeats the enemy, saves people, cuts off a knife, destroys a house, and disappears in just the blink of an eye, like wind and lightning.
Jiang You and the two stood in the rain, frightened.
Jiang Yixuan asked: "Who has this fingering method?"
Netherworld Mountain replied: "Who in the world can come and go so freely except the eminent monk Xuan Zheng with a finger that shakes the sky?"
Jiang Yixuan asked: "Is it true that this child's life should not be cut off?"
Youmingshan looked back at Jiang Yixuan, and then said slowly: "It's better to think about how to communicate with each other when we go back. Isn't the energy of heaven and earth something that you and I can covet?"
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them slowly walked out of the yard.
The heavy rain had just stopped at this time.
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The figure took the young man to a cave. At this time, a woman was waiting anxiously in the cave. When she saw the figure coming back, she hurriedly stepped forward. When the woman saw the old slave's body, she burst into tears and her mouth was full of tears.
He murmured the words: "You did not escape this disaster after all!"
"Amitabha, my benefactor's condolences!"
That figure is the eminent monk Xuanzheng in the Nether Mountain Pass, and his strength is by no means inferior to that of Lao Nu.
“How should this person be accommodated?”
The woman wiped the tears from her eyes and pointed at the young man beside the old slave and asked.
"After a while, you can help him erase today's notes and then put them back far away." Xuan Zheng replied.
"Erase today's memory? But my current skill can only help him hide it for five years. In five years, he will remember what happened today, and he will still walk out of this mountain by then!" The woman hesitated.
"Donor, everything has its own destiny. You and I don't need to worry. If he walks out of this mountain in five years, it will be because of destiny that you and I cannot force him." Xuan Zheng replied calmly.
"Okay!" The old woman wiped the tears on her face, then helped the young man's body, and then gently pressed her right hand on the young man's spiritual part.
Three or four hours later, the woman slowly raised her hand and turned to look at Xuan Zheng.
Xuan Zheng nodded slightly and then flew back to the mountain village with the bodies of the young man and the old slave. It was already dawn, and the soldiers on the main road in the town seemed to have never been there, and everything was silent again.
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The young man fell into a coma for a whole day. When he woke up, he only remembered that it rained heavily that night. As for how his house was damaged and how the old slave was buried peacefully, the young man could not recall or remember clearly.
One good thing is that all my belongings are still there.