Chapter 192 Xiahou Swordsman

Chapter 192 Xiahou Swordsman

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe borrows the law!"

Yan Chixia walked with her sword, and thunder fell continuously from her palm. The powerful thunder light shook the ground and made it roar.

In the sea of ​​fire, the fire crows flew up and down.

The Yin soldiers and ghost soldiers were already struggling to move, and then they were continuously swept by the brilliant thunder. They were just waiting to die on the same spot, and they turned into nothingness.

Shi'er picked up the large money sword, and before he could finish killing the sporadic Yin soldiers, he ran to Yan Chixia and complained: "Master, you were too efficient in subduing demons today, can't you slow down for a while?"

"You also said, Master, I was almost beaten to death just now, and you didn't come to save me."

"Haha, Master is making fun of me again."

Shi'er didn't believe it, rolled his eyes, and said tentatively: "Master, today is an auspicious day. We should take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill a few ghost kings."

"It's better to kill you."

Yan Chixia glared at Shi'er and warned: "It is most undesirable to be greedy for merit. We have stayed in the Yin and Yang Realm for too long. This is not the human world after all. Things will change later, so we should leave as soon as possible."

"Okay, come back next time."

"Come on, you're so frizzy and frizzy, you don't have the composure of me at all."

Yan Chixia snorted coldly, waved her hand to summon three flying swords, and took Shi'er and Liao Wenjie into the sky.

After the three people left, there were more evil ghosts coming and going. After confirming that the Nine-tailed Fox's power had been wiped out, they went straight back to report to their respective masters.

…

No home.

Shi'er had an ax on his waist and a money sword in a huge sword box behind his back, and was bidding farewell to Cui Hongjian.

Although the separation is sad, Shi'er couldn't help but laugh when he thought about the sky being high enough for birds to fly, the sea being wide enough for fish to jump, and the thought of leaving the army and exploring the world without any shackles.

Yan Chixia was not here, and with his cold-on-the-outside and hot-on-the-inside temperament, he would definitely shed tears when we parted, but he was a good-faced person and didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of the younger generation, so he naturally wouldn't show up.

The mother is worried when the son travels thousands of miles, but the son is not worried when the mother travels thousands of miles. The contrast is sharp, and this is probably the scene.

"Brother Shi, I don't know when I will see you again. Please take care of yourself and remember not to get into unnecessary arguments with others."

Cui Hongjian grabbed Shi'er's hand and warned him repeatedly that although he had never traveled far, he was a scholar and there were always a lot of teachings in books.

"Don't worry, brother Hongjian. Master and I have made an appointment. In three years, no matter where I am, I will come back to Nowhere to visit him."

Shi'er waved his hand cheerfully: "Besides, you still have my paper crane by your side. We keep in touch and exchange letters."

"Three years later, it's too long..."

Cui Hongjian shook his head slightly. He had made up his mind to study hard for the provincial examination in two months. He was afraid that after three years, Shi'er would not be able to see him again when he returned to Wumenju.

There are many signs that a boy becomes a man. Physical maturity is not considered mature. No matter how many girls he sleeps with, it is useless. The important thing is the psychological process.

Loved and knew what to work for.

After the wedding night, Cui Hongjian completed his transformation. In the past, he wanted to obtain fame because of the wishes of his teachers and parents, as well as his destiny as a scholar.

Now, he wants to obtain fame for a clearer goal.

He wants to be an official, a high official!

Once a person has ambition, his temperament will be different. Cui Hongjian is like this at this moment, with piercing eyes, completely different from the bookworm who was stupid in reading yesterday.

The transformation was so fast that I was dumbfounded by Liao Wenjie. I kind of believed that Cui Hongjian would get a meritorious title, and then he would be able to work (bu), work (ze), and be (shou). ) Yuan (duan) was appreciated by the Heavenly Family and became a wise (jian) minister.

It's not that Liao Wenjie was evil-minded and deliberately poured dirty water on Cui Hongjian, but that was the fact. A young scholar with no money, no one, no status, and no background wants to climb to a high position. If he doesn't do ruthless things like dim sum and mafia, and doesn't act like a dog's leg to others, can he have a chance to stand out?

Go ahead and dream!

If twenty years of unscrupulous evil deeds are completed, Cui Hongjian can still remember who Mochou is, and Liao Wenjie will bow down and admit that there is still true love in this world.

"Brother Jie, after I leave, the master will be left to you. He likes to drink and be alone, but I know that he actually longs for liveliness at home..."

Shi'er grabbed Liao Wenjie and talked for a long time. Finally, he raised the corners of his lips and said proudly: "Although you still call me Brother Shi, after three years, I'm afraid it's time to change your name to Senior Brother."

I'm afraid this won't work!

Liao Wenjie shook his head, three years was too long, and even the road to refining one's mind would not last that long.

It took another half day to say goodbye. Shi'er lingered for a long time and didn't wait for Yan Chixia to show up, so he had to sigh.

"Brother Shi, don't sigh when you go out. I have something for you."

Liao Wenjie took out his money bag and stuffed it into Shi'er's hand: "I am away from home and have no friends or brothers. If I don't even have money, you won't be able to hold on for three months, let alone three years."

"Brother Jie, you underestimate me too much. I am not a child who grew up rich. It is common for me to endure hardship."

Shi'er shook his money bag and had no intention of being polite to Liao Wenjie. He stood at the door of Wumenju and shouted inside: "Smelly Taoist priest, take care of yourself. I will come back to find you again."

"roll!"

Yan Chixia's impatient voice came out, and Shi'er smiled happily and left firmly.

The camera turned to Yan Chixia's house. After Shi'er left, he covered his face with his sleeves and robe. He cried so hard that his shoulders trembled and he cursed: "You heartless bitch, I raised you like this and never looked back." You just left when you said you wanted to, and you didn’t even honor me with a cup of tea. If you have the ability, leave, but if you have the ability, don’t come back after three years.”

…

Dawn, before the rooster crows.

Liao Wenjie sat cross-legged on the roof. When the first ray of early morning sunlight enveloped his body, a flash of purple flashed across his face.

The blood-colored telepathy made him worried. He ate well and slept well, but there was a knot in his heart. He asked Yan Chixia if there was any way to dispel the demonic power.

Yan Chixia took him for a check, but was confused and said that she could not help him. She could only teach him a righteous and awe-inspiring mental technique, and let him use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to suppress the devil.

Liao Wenjie has been practicing for more than a month. It is hard to say whether the song formula can suppress the demon body, but the speed of automatic cultivation of blood telepathy has indeed slowed down, so he wakes up early every day and practices very diligently.

"Sir, the meal is ready. It's time to come down and eat."

Xiaoshuang stood in the yard with a food box and said to Liao Wenjie upstairs: "Master Cui asked me to tell you that the rural examination period has arrived. It can be as short as three days or as late as five days. He will also leave Wumenju. .”

"I understand, don't wait for me, just leave the food in the house."

"oh."

Xiaoshuang put the food box in the house, cleaned the house inside and out, and stood in the yard staring at Liao Wenjie's back in a daze.

Mochou was reincarnated and left her to her new master. However, after a month of getting along with her, the new master didn't treat her very well. They rarely communicated with her on weekdays and wouldn't let her serve her with tea or water.

Xiaoshuang was depressed, but didn't know how to express it, so she could only act more diligently, hoping that the new master would change his mind.

On the roof, Liao Wenjie turned over and landed. Xiaoshuang's eyes lit up and she followed timidly.

The result was not very friendly. I was blocked from the door with a bang and could only squat in the corner with a look of grievance.

It's not that Xiaoshuang is hopeless, has no ideas and ambitions, and knows nothing but serving people. This time it was really the world's fault. She was sold to a wealthy family when she was born. The idea of ​​being a maid was deeply ingrained. Even if she had ideas and ambitions, they were all centered around her master.

Inside the room, Liao Wenjie sat cross-legged, picked up the red umbrella next to him, turned the handle of the umbrella and pulled out the Victory Evil Sword.

The body of the sword is red, as if it is made of blood. It is unknown what kind of material it is made of. If you look carefully, you can see the lines like meridians inside.

When the light is reflected, the lines and veins flow with a strange cold light, which is worthy of the name of the evil sword.

Following Yan Chixia's instructions, Liao Wenjie refined the Red Luo Guise, but he still didn't take action on this evil sword.

After the Kisame is refined, it can be as large or small as a sunshade, which is not a problem for four or five people in the same car, or as small as a pendant, which can be carried close to the body.

Yan Chixia helped repair the damage to the umbrella surface. However, if it was broken, it was broken. The magic weapon was damaged and its power was not as good as before.

It seems that the nine-tailed fox's method of collecting thousands of Yin soldiers cannot be used now. It can only be filled with ordinary things, such as clothes, silver, gold swords, etc.

Liao Wenjie didn't feel it was a pity. He was a grown man and using a red umbrella was outrageous. If you refine evil ghosts and act as pawns, they will be either evil or evil, and even jumping into the Yellow River will not be able to wash them away.

The evil sword has not been refined. The main reason is that I suffered a loss from the 'Blood Sea Demon's Manual Sutra' before, and I have blood-colored thoughts in my body. Every time I see the red lines on the evil sword, I lose the intention to refine it.

The sword is a good sword. It can cut gold and cut jade easily. It is the best choice for practicing sword control.

But Liao Wenjie had a taboo in his heart, fearing that his condition would worsen and he would never be able to turn back, and he would be forced to be labeled a "devil and crooked person" and be looked down upon by his colleagues in the righteous camp.

Also, how should he stand on a broken sword that is about 30 centimeters in length so that he can control it steadily and maintain balance when the sword is in the air?

Squatting?

It is even more impossible to forge twice. Every inch of the sword is forged, and it becomes more evil. This is not just talk.

At this time, Liao Wenjie finally understood why the nine-tailed fox processed it on its own to complete a section of the sword body. His thoughts were the same as his, coveting the indestructible body of the Evil Sword, but also fearing its evil magical powers.

After thinking about it, Liao Wenjie put the Shengxie Sword into the handle of the umbrella and took out the golden sword from under the umbrella. There was no rush to drive the sword across the sky. If he took too big a step, he would pull the egg. He should practice his sword skills first. This is the top priority.

Swordsmanship is not something that can be achieved in a day. Before one can become a master, no matter who is gifted, he must walk on two legs.

Moreover, after defeating the nine-tailed fox and Shi'er's journey, Liao Wenjie asked Yan Chixia why she didn't go out to subjugate demons and waste her time in seclusion in Wumenju, even if she had all the skills.

Yan Chixia's words were concise and concise. Although he had withdrawn from the world, he did not never go out. Every six months, he would go out for a walk and find someone to beat up monsters.

There are at least four months until the next time he goes out. This period of time is enough for Liao Wenjie to fight his sword.

Clang! !

Just when Liao Wenjie was sitting cross-legged with the golden sword between his knees, the sword roared in the sky above Wumenju, and a cold chill came down, like a long sword on his neck, and the next second there was blood splattering on the spot. .

It's not Yan Chixia, someone is here to cause trouble.

"Hahaha, Yan Chixia, I finally found your home, let's see where you run this time." The door was kicked open, and a man in black with long arms and legs, over two meters tall, walked away with a big smile. enter.

"Xiahou, you bastard, you are so good, why did you smash my door?"

Yan Chixia fluttered her beard and jumped off the roof with a glare. She looked at the door with great pain, because this door was made by Shi'er himself.