"Wu Yu's swordsmanship is unparalleled, and Yi Shuihan is said to be the best swordsman in the world. It is divided into vertical and horizontal systems, which can be used to attack and defend."
Because the person who said this was Zhongxihou, he missed a sentence, and naturally he missed it on purpose. If Yi Shuihan is a great master, and there are two great masters in front of him, one vertical and one horizontal, he Zhongxihou also
I dare not say that I can take advantage.
Legends are always scary, and unfounded legends always make people admire and turn to disdain. But once you know that it is not a legend, its terror will always be imprinted in your mind.
"Why does the Marquis care so much about such legends?"
"Do you know how those five people on the street died?" Zhong Xihou sighed softly. Zhong Xihou is powerful. There is no doubt about his strength. Zhong Xihou is confident, and his confidence comes from his strength.
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The predecessor of Yan Yunqi was the bodyguard of the late emperor. It was rumored that the five masters of Yan Yunqi killed thousands of enemies in one battle, and this became famous. Later, the deeds of the lone savior of the Thirteen Iron Cavalry appeared, which made the rumor come true.
The legend.
Zhong Xihou did not dare to say that his men could kill a thousand enemies with five men, but he was confident that his more than 400 men could move freely among thousands of people.
"The person who wields the Nine-section Whip has been loyal to me in the city that never sleeps for eight years."
Qu Tianqin did not speak, and sweat oozed from her forehead. The man who used the nine-section whip died laughing. She could see that he had no power to fight back against the person who killed him. And this one had no power to fight back.
The person who fought back not only used the sword but also had the same terrifying power as the savage.
"Those swordsmen, the bardo, perineum and even Daling in the right hand are so flat, there is no doubt that Yi Shuihan is the swordsman."
Qu Tianqin frowned, so the rumored swordsman from the ancient sword manual was tortured and killed?
Zhong Xihou was in the teahouse with Qu Tianqin. At this time, Ying Ruge put on his monk's robes, still a bamboo hat, and carried a baggage, just like a monk traveling around the world. This outfit is complete, this outfit is also shabby, it looks like
He actually looks like a down-and-out traveling monk.
Ying Ruge was sitting at the street corner, sitting cross-legged, with his staff on one side and the bronze bowl in front of him. He was thinking about something, thinking about something in this noisy street.
He just sat like this, saying nothing.
From the west side of the intersection came a child with a tiger-like head and a tiger-like brain. The candied haws in his hand shone brightly. He stared at Ying Ruge. A young couple came from behind him, and a little boy was riding on the man's neck.
This boy looked exactly like the boy standing in front of Ying Ruge, except that he didn't have candied haws on his hand.
"This is for you." The child holding the candied haws handed the candied haws to Ying Ruge. Ying Ruge looked at the child. How old should he be? Five years old? Six years old?
"Sanlang, unlike you, master doesn't like sweets."
The child who was called Sanlang looked back at his mother. The child had done nothing wrong, and the woman was not scolding him. The woman took out a few copper coins from her purse and put them into Yingruge's broken copper bowl: "Master, I'm sorry.
, my family is not rich, so I can only buy a few white steamed buns for the master."
Ying Ruge smiled. He was wearing a mask and a bamboo hat, so no one could see his expression. He changed his position and squatted in front of San Lang. He took out the copper from the copper bowl and put it on the table.
In the hands of Na Saburo.
"This child has an extraordinary appearance. The female Bodhisattva may find a master to teach him martial arts. In ten years, he will become a generation of generals."
When Ying Ruge said these words, the couple also squatted down, and the child on the man also came down and stood next to San Lang. Ying Ruge looked at the child, this child was different from that San Lang, they had ordinary faces, but their expressions were not as good as this one
Sanlang Lili. "This baby's life should not be empty. Fast once a year. Fast."
You can get rid of ghosts and gods only in the third month or even the fifteenth month."
Ying Ruge saw the dark marks on the child's body. He knew there was something on the child's body, but he couldn't tell what it was.
"The master is an expert." Originally, this ordinary citizen had doubts about Ying Ruge's nagging about returning the copper, but when he mentioned his second son, he suddenly believed him. He searched all over the city for four to five years.
The Taoist monks from the large and small Taoist temples were at a loss and could not resolve the problem, so they only told them how to delay it.
Ying Ruge touched Sanlang's head, but the child was still staring at Ying Ruge.
"Master, I don't know. The slave family originally had three sons. Unexpectedly, Dalang was born a stillborn child, Erlang was born with very weak vitality, and only Sanlang cried loudly."
Ying Ruge looked at Erlang again. He took out a piece of golden talisman paper from his sleeve, folded it into the shape of an ingot and put it on Erlang's head. Erlang stopped moving, and Erlang laughed again. The laughter was not the same as Erlang's.
For ordinary children, this laughter is more like crying than laughing.
"If you have to go, let's go. You can't force yourself to stay."
"Master, you..."
Ying Ruge didn't pay attention to the couple. He continued to talk to the Erlang, but the Erlang was as motionless as a piece of wood. "If you don't leave, the soul seekers will come, and I'm afraid you won't be able to leave.
"
Such a powerful bardo body, for that moment, Ying Ruge had a wrong thought.
"Master, who are you talking to?"
"You want your parents to see you and hug you, so why do you have to occupy your brother's body?"
Ying Ruge's words became increasingly incomprehensible and frightened the couple more and more.
"Master, could it be that Dalang..."
"Your Erlang fortune teller was supposed to be a prince. How can a mortal body with two souls in one body bear the pain of two souls?" The ingot on Erlang's head disappeared, just under the gaze of many pairs of eyes. "The one who should go.
Go, it is not my mortal thing, it is difficult to stay. If you still insist on staying, don’t blame the ruthless..."
A ball of black and red flames appeared in the palm of Ying Ruge's hand. This flame attracted passers-by and frightened the couple.
"Master, don't you want to break up Dalang's soul?" Most parents in the world are like this, so what can they do if the two worlds are separated?
"Your eldest son wants to stay in the earthly world, but Erlang's life is tough. After all, he is just a child. This body cannot withstand the competition between two souls."
The woman wiped away her tears: "I understand, master, you moved Dalang's soul to me. I am his mother, and he came out of my body. I can bear it..."
Erlang suddenly moved. He looked at the woman, and the couple also looked at him. Ying Ruge looked at Sanlang. The child kept looking like this without crying or making trouble. Is the child five years old? Or six years old?
"Dalang?"
The woman hugged Erlang. She didn't know whether it was Dalang or Erlang inside the skin.
"Where did you bury this child?"
"The humble courtyard."
"Burn this child, and scatter the ashes in the wind from the top of the mountain to the small courtyard." Ying Ruge slapped Erlang hard on the forehead. The force was very strong, but no sound was heard.
Erlang cried, he hugged the woman and cried. Sanlang was still watching, holding the candied haws in his hand.
He stood up, walked towards the west, and murmured again: "Mugwort, saffron, leaves under the leaves, burn the remains after the hour."
His hand was lowered, as if holding a child's hand.
Sanlang watched Yingruge walk away, and his candied haws dropped to the ground.
"Dad, aunt, he took Erlang away.
"
Erlang? Erlang was taken away?
When the couple came back to their senses and looked in the direction Sanlang was looking, Ying Ruge was no longer there. The bronze bowl was still on the ground, as was the staff. The couple quickly hugged Erlang tightly, and Erlang
Still there, Erlang is still there.
Ying Ruge led the child and walked for a long time, passing through Pingcheng Street and Guhai Street.
Ying Ruge looked at the child, worried that she had unintentionally got involved in something that she shouldn't have interfered with. If this child had come to this world, he should have been happy, with parents who loved them, and someone to play with.
Brother. But he didn't get all this. His desire for all this has long exceeded his desire for life.
"Silly boy, if you continue to stay there, you will only kill your brother and your parents."
The child did not cry. He raised his head and looked at Ying Ruge. His face did not have the innocence that a five or six year old child should have.
Soon, the child finally burst into tears. Compared with the magic that he only came into contact with at the age of fourteen, the Taoist magic that was forced by the crazy Taoist since childhood to pursue Yin and protect Yang was not something he wanted to do, but he could learn it in one go.
He could see that this kind of bardo body that had been wandering for many years was extremely powerful. It was a pity, a pity, that the final outcome was just to be marked out in the book of life and death, and even worse, it was beyond the six realms, living or dead, or dead.
"Go and see them?"
The child nodded, and Ying Ruge touched his head as if it were Sanlang. "Everything you lose will come back one day. If you don't get it in this life, everything you want in the next life will be waiting for you."
This child would not know that there was once an ugly man who touched this person's head and said this.
It was late at night, and there was a flaming phoenix flapping its wings in the sky. Ying Ruge sat cross-legged on the back of the phoenix. The child sat on Ying Ruge's lap. Looking down, there was a farmhouse with a woman.
Inside, a pair of twin dolls were coaxed to sleep. A man was wielding a hoe in the yard, digging something.
It was the body of a newborn baby. The man cried. He hugged the body and cried. The swaddling clothes wrapped around the baby were in tatters, but the baby still looked like he was when he was born. He looked like he was asleep?
"It's time for you to go."
"Brother, did I really do something wrong?"
"Your second brother's natural capital is beyond the reach of ordinary mortals. You have depleted so much of his spiritual energy that he is no different from an ordinary person."
"Then I'll give him mine back..."
"Give him yours and you will either be stupid or dumb in the next life."
"Then I will give it too."
Ying Ruge touched the child's head: "I can't send you away, I can only protect you from being bullied by lonely ghosts. Although Ming Chai ignores the Taoist, he is more or less polite to the immortal cultivators. I will help you when I have free time.
Find a capable person and send him to reincarnation."
The child looked at Ying Ruge, and Ying Ruge looked at him. The phoenix flew higher and higher, and the child looked at the ground again, and his body began to dissipate. Until it all disappeared, Ying Ruge looked down at the farmyard.
, the child was already asleep, and the couple knelt at the place where the body disappeared and burst into tears.
This kind of thing should be done by Taoist monks, not immortal cultivators like him. Ying Ruge knew how to drive away the child's soul, but she didn't know how to send him to reincarnation.
Seeing Erlang, Ying Ruge had the idea of accepting a disciple for the first time. He didn't know how Erlang would react when he learned the truth when he grew up. It was indeed his eldest brother who ruined him and turned him from a smart person into a disciple.
Became a mediocre person.
If he lives a mediocre life, that's it. If he becomes successful after joining his sect but finds that he is like a trapped animal, will he resent his brother who never lived? Will such a person become a benevolent and righteous gentleman or will he cause trouble in the future?