Under the night, corpses litter the fields, and the rich blood attracts crows to circle around.
Zhao Qi and others broke out in cold sweat after watching this bloody battle from beginning to end, and felt as if their spines had been ripped away.
Seeing Yang Yu approaching, he knelt on the ground like a boneless man:
"Yang, Master Yang is mighty..."
Everyone in the Iron Sword Sect was sweating coldly, feeling shocked, regretful, and thankful in their hearts.
Fortunately, the vicious man didn't show off his ferocity before. Otherwise, they would have been afraid that all the bones would have been eaten by wild dogs.
"Yang prison..."
In the prison car, Guan Shanshui held on to the chains tightly, feeling unbelievable in his heart.
'Four Elephant Arrows! Four Elephant Arrows! He actually learned the Four Elephant Arrows!'
Guan Shanshui is so shocking that it's hard to describe.
Although he was pierced through the pipa bone, his eyesight was still there. How could he not recognize that Yang Yu's previous archery movements were exactly the same as Liu Wenpeng's?
But how is this possible?!
Not to mention that Liu Wenpeng didn't have the habit of keeping secret books at all. Even if he did, how could he have such archery skills in just a few days?
He casually removed the joints of several bandits who were almost collapsed in front of him, and ordered Zhao Qi and others to clean the battlefield. Only then did Yang Yu walk up to the middle-aged scholar.
This group of bandits is extremely ferocious, even more ferocious than the thirty thieves before Black Mountain City. If he hadn't killed the one-armed bandit, they might not have collapsed.
"Hehe, hehe. Hahaha!"
Seeing Yang Yu walking in, the middle-aged scribe suddenly laughed wildly.
Yang Yu looked at him coldly without saying a word.
'Why didn't he ask?'
The middle-aged scribe laughed wildly for a long time. When he saw Yang Yu just looking at him coldly, he suddenly became short of breath, coughed several times, and his face became very ugly.
"Aren't you laughing?"
Yang Yu casually picked up the butcher's knife and slapped it gently. The scribe's face turned red to the color of pig liver, and he begged for mercy again and again.
"I'm only asking once."
Yang Yu's eyes were slightly cold:
"Why ambushed me?"
"We, yes, it's because Changliu Mountain issued an interception order, saying that those who captured you can join Changliu Mountain. It's not that we want to kill you, it's Changliu Mountain!"
The scribe felt bitter in his heart and did not dare to hide it, so he sullenly told the cause and effect.
More than a year ago, a gathering order from Changliu Mountain spread on the green forest roads of Qingzhou, calling for the heroes of Qingzhou to gather in Changliu to discuss their future.
But not everyone wants Changliu Mountain.
If you want to worship in Changliu Mountain, you must submit a petition!
The names included Qingzhou military academy captains, state government officials, and many counties and cities, including Heishan.
"...We don't have the guts to provoke the Qingzhou Army, and we don't dare to plunder the county town. We were already thinking of escaping to other states, but suddenly we heard that Xiao, ahem, you were added to the petition...
The lard has blinded my heart for a while, and I will come to try to attack you."
The scribe's face turned gloomy.
The regret in my heart turned green.
Although he thought that this little catcher was not simple, who would have thought that a little-known little catcher from a small border town could be so cruel?
If he had known this, he would rather escape to another state and fight with other people on the green forest road than face this murderous man.
"Changliu Mountain? Submit a Certificate of Name?"
Yang Yu frowned, but he guessed that Changliu Mountain was probably related to the Liansheng Cult.
Is he included in the petition just because he ruined their plan to plot in Montenegro?
Or is it also because of the Tao Fruit?
With thoughts flashing in his mind, he asked again:
"Changliu Mountain is just a mountain bandit. You are not even afraid of the imperial court. Why do you listen to what Jilongshan says?"
Qingzhou has six prefectures and nearly a hundred counties. The area can be said to be huge. It takes a year or two to go back and forth from east to west. Jilong Mountain is so arrogant and forced to leave the mountain. What qualifications does it have to order Qingzhou Green Forest Road?
"It's not because Xu Wenji is coming to Qingzhou."
The scribe gritted his teeth and felt unspeakable fear.
The news that Xu Wenji was coming to Qingzhou suddenly spread some time ago. It was precisely because this big shot was coming that they had to find ways to join Changliu Mountain.
"Xu Wenji."
Only then did Yang Yu finally understand.
Xu Wenji was born as a headhunter and walked step by step from the county town to the capital, stepping on the bones of countless great thieves and bandits at every step.
In Qingzhou, which is only separated from Yunzhou by the Da Tao River, his reputation is more than thunderous.
Including the scribe in front of me, there is no one in the entire Green Forest Road in Qingzhou who is not afraid of Master Xu.
That makes sense.
"Um?"
Yang Yuben wanted to ask about something else, but something suddenly moved in his heart.
Is there anyone else ambushing?
Yang Yu's eyes turned cold, and he tore off the scribe's joints with his backhand, hung the broken knife on his waist, put his foot down, and flew away on the Wind Step.
As he crossed the line, he exerted force with one step, stretched his arms, and pulled the fine iron bow into a full moon, shooting an arrow into the dark night.
when!
Like a yellow bell, it explodes with a crisp sound.
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed and he saw two monks, an old man and a young man, walking out from behind the bushes in the night, clasping their hands together and reciting the name of the Buddha.
"Liu Qingqing?"
Yang Yu had excellent eyesight, and he could recognize the young monk even from a hundred feet away.
He actually became a monk?
call!
As a thought flashed through his mind, he put away his big bow and stopped more than ten feet away from the two of them.
As soon as his eyes fell on the old monk, he felt extremely wary in his heart.
However, the blood energy of all martial arts practitioners, whether young or old, is much higher than that of ordinary people. Even if they have a way to hide their energy and blood, it will be more or less visible.
The old monk was as shriveled as an old eggplant, with no vitality at all.
But he felt a deep sense of secrecy in his heart.
This monk is a great master.
"Old monk Hui'an has met Almsgiver Yang."
The old monk clasped his hands together and said with a smile:
"The donor is truly an unparalleled warrior, and his five senses are so sharp that even I can't help but admire him."
"Donor Yang, we meet again."
Su Ming or Liu Qingqing also put their hands together.
"Mr. Liu."
Yang Yu returned the favor.
Although it is said that Liu Wenpeng died more than deservedly.
But I can't stand it even if I kill someone and have someone salute me.
"The past has been broken, and the young monk's name is clear."
Su Ming's eyes were a little complicated.
At this moment, he couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling.
Resentment?
Hatred?
gratitude?
Or envious?
All kinds of emotions were rolling in her heart, and Liu Qingqing tasted them silently. She must be more envious, right?
He travels the world with his sword, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, capturing lawbreakers and killing evil thieves.
I'm jealous……
"I heard before that this group of murderous people wanted to make trouble for the officials. I was kind-hearted and dragged the old monk here. I didn't want to, but I was overly worried."
Old monk Hui'an said softly:
"It's just that among all evil obstacles, killing is the first. Donor Yang, you should be more cautious in the future."
"Master is compassionate, but I can't learn it."
Yang Yu thanked him first, but then said indifferently:
"There may be some helpless and innocent people occupying the mountains and falling grass, but there are more people who should be killed. Besides, this group of people are knocking on the door, how can I just sit back and wait for death?"
"Donor Yang, ask yourself, are you killing so ferociously to maintain law and order, or are you enjoying the pleasure of killing?"
Hui An took a deep look at Yang Yu and sighed:
"Does the donor know the origin of the saying that 'a chivalrous person uses force to break the forbidden law'?"
"The pleasure of killing..."
Yang Yu frowned slightly:
"What do you think, Master?"
"Martial arts in the world all come from the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism. And the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism also understand the Tao in heaven and earth. The power of heaven and earth is vast, but the human heart is small, and it is inevitable to lose one's original intention.
This is the deepest level of ‘soul-changing’ hidden behind the ‘changing of muscles’, ‘changing of bones’ and ‘changing of blood’ in martial arts.”
"'Soul-Changing'?"
Yang Prison was shocked.
He had heard similar words from Weihekou.
In the way of martial arts, the strength of the muscles and bones is only one part. Changing the temperament and spirit is the foundation.
A weak person will become brave by practicing martial arts.
Those who are weak will become strong by practicing martial arts.
He thought about it, and it seemed that he had changed a lot. More than two years ago, he was still a good and law-abiding young man.
Although I still abide by the law, I seem to have no inhibitions...
"Donor Yang is gifted with extraordinary talents. He has strong and ferocious power between his fists and feet. This is your destiny, and it is also a 'catastrophe' that you must face!"
Hui An sighed slightly.
"Master, are you being alarmist?"
Yang Yu shook his head slightly.
A person has his or her experiences every day, and changes will naturally follow.
It’s not just about martial arts. In fact, similar sayings can be found in every school. For example, Confucianism also has a saying that “one has the spirit of poetry and calligraphy in one’s chest.”
Practicing literature and martial arts, or other various disciplines, is itself a process of changing oneself. What kind of calamity does this monk say?
For him, it is more correct to say 'growth'.
"maybe?"
Yang Yu didn't ask, Hui'an glanced at Su Ming, but still said the solution:
"If you want to rectify your original mind, there is only one way, and that is 'keeping the precepts'!"
"Keep the precepts?"
Yang Yu was slightly startled, a little unexpected.
"Does the donor think that the precepts of Buddha and Taoism are only for the purpose of eliminating desires? In fact, this is not the case. All kinds of precepts are for the purpose of correcting the original mind."
"Legend has it that even immortals and Buddhas have rules and regulations, and gods have rules and regulations. Does the donor think it's just a coincidence?"
"Having said this, it is up to the donor to believe it or not."
At this point, Hui'an said no more. He pressed Su Ming's robe and stepped into the night.
After a few moves, it is already far away.
Only the sound floated from far away.
“If you want to gain supreme power, you must conquer your heart!”
"Submit your heart, surrender your heart..."
Yang Prison stopped for a long time, chewing on the old monk's words.
He saw the saying of surrendering one's heart more than once.
There are similar words in the Kuixing Ranking Chart, the Mythology Found by the Liansheng Cult, and the Tide Theory of Sanxiao Sanren.
At that time, he didn't pay much attention to it, but when he heard the old monk talk about it again, he felt an indescribable throbbing in his heart.
Before this, he had never thought that the Buddhist and Taoist laws and regulations had such a meaning.
But, according to the meaning of the old monk's words.
Is it possible that the legendary immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons are also in danger of getting lost?
"Keep the precepts?"
After a long time, Yang Yu just put down all the distracting thoughts, took a long breath, turned around and walked towards the carriage.
Having studied law in his previous life, he has his own bottom line and morals in mind.