Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 142 Never Die, Never Decline, Never Turn Back

In Zhujian Villa, everyone waited quietly.

Jiang Jiusi has been supporting Xu Boyuan all the time, silently practicing kung fu to assist the effect of Yuhua tea, and help him sort out the meridians in his body.

In order to avoid further damage to those damaged meridians, Jiang Jiusi injected very little zhenqi into it, just like a cool mist, cruising slowly.

In the night sky in the distant sky, there seems to be a cloud cluster slightly swaying.

Jiang Jiusi's brows trembled suddenly, and he looked up.

An Feiyu was by his side, seeing his strange expression, he also took a look there, under the moon and stars, there were a few thin clouds drifting from time to time, as if there was nothing worth noting, he asked: "Why?" gone?"

Jiang Jiusi was puzzled and suspicious in his eyes, and said: "Under the cloud, no, a little farther than that is Laojun Mountain, and there seems to be a slightly familiar feeling."

He couldn't help recalling the first deep fear in his life, which was also the turning point that changed his character.

Jiang Jiusi's gentle, polite, humble and reserved character was not born like this.

He can be regarded as spoiled and spoiled, he is the only son in Jiang Shangshu's family, just because he suddenly became interested in swordsmanship when he was six years old, he did not hesitate to invite famous masters of swordsmanship in the world to pass on his swordsmanship to him.

The Jiang family's internal strength, coupled with the Jiangdong swordsman who taught him everything because of his love for his aptitude, made him one of the first-class masters at the age of 16.

Luoyang, the eastern capital, has three religions and nine schools, and there are many sects. After Jiang Jiusi became successful in swordsmanship, he often disappeared to see people from those sects and compete in martial arts.

The young Yingjie praised by others is full of flaws everywhere in his eyes, swordsmanship and swordsmanship, guns, sticks, fists and feet are fancy, like a scarecrow that can be pierced by a single sword.

Although the old generation's head and house owner, the iron and courageous man, is experienced, he is also clumsy. .

He deliberately didn't register his name, and repeatedly learned the stories of the masters of ancient swordsmen. The champion kicked into the mud pit.

At that age, Jiang Jiusi was more than just arrogant, he was so arrogant that he felt that he was invincible in the Eastern Capital, and would become a master within three years. He was full of civil and martial arts, and the heroes of the world. When he held a sword to comment, they were all mediocre talents , a mediocre person.

Even when talking about those great figures who had become grandmasters at that time, on the surface, there was naturally some respect, but in the heart, I still felt that they were all a generation or two older than me, and they slowly stepped into the world at that age. The master, the talent, is really not enough to compare with himself.

Because of this arrogance, Jiang Jiusi didn't even bother to deal with any Jianghu sects after playing games with others in Dongdu, and went to the southwest to see the relics of the life-and-death battles of many masters.

At that time, the main altar of the Demon Cult was not only collapsed, but also burned by fire, and the black ashes were covered under the snow and frost.

He strolled leisurely on the steep mountain road, and whenever he was interested, he waved the thick snow and ice to observe the sword marks and palm prints.

In fact, many people in the rivers and lakes have already seen those relics, either to arouse pride, or to be shocked. No matter what kind of emotion, those things are just a picture for imagination and nostalgia in their eyes. That's all.

However, Jiang Jiusi wanted to deduce it backwards from these ruins to see what kind of cultivation methods those masters had.

From the main altar of the Demon Sect to the snow cliff that is close to the abyss, there are two kinds of sword marks, the most clear. , Flying beautifully.

In terms of talent, Jiang Jiusi did have the qualifications to be proud. He could really understand something from those traces, but the more he observed and deduced, the more he could not help but immerse himself in the artistic conception of the latter sword mark.

Jiangdong swordsman's swordsmanship is green in his hands, and the old brings forth the new. From the figure of Sanjiang Chunshui and Misty Rain Loutai, more changes in swordsmanship similar to the latter kind of sword marks have emerged.

After living in seclusion on the snow cliff for two months with high spirits, one day when he practiced swordsmanship again, Jiang Jiusi suddenly discovered that the swordsmanship he inferred from the sword marks had tampered with his inner strength unconsciously. foundation.

The Jiang family's family's internal strength and Jiangdong's internal family's sword energy were all deflected without knowing it.

His inner strength seemed to be able to resonate with his own blood. Every time he handed out a sword, he felt his blood flow to the sword. When he retracted the sword, the coldness on the sword returned to him along with the blood. in vivo.

During the sixty days of his life on the snowy cliffs of the isolated peak, he felt his heart beating and his back feeling cold for the first time on that day.

He reduced the number of times he practiced those sword techniques, but he still felt that the coldness in his blood was increasing day by day. Although the blood was still fresh, it was no longer hot.

Jiang Jiusi began to be afraid of this change. One day, he even had to cut his palm and stick it to his face to make sure that his blood was still warm.

He no longer practices swords, but he can't forget those moves. In his dreams every day, there are reeds soaked in blood, rice, or other things, and... endless, corpses who died after trying swords.

Those were not the people he killed, but the people he had killed with that set of sword techniques. They were all kinds of beautiful women, men and women, old people and young people who died for that set of sword techniques.

Later, he visited Laojun Mountain.

After Yu Tuzhen knew about him, he asked him to do homework with the disciples of Laojunshan, but he had to read ten times more scriptures than other disciples.

Once Jiang Jiusi lost his mind during this process and thought about sword moves, Xu Boyuan, who had been instructed by Master Yu Tu, would hit the back of the head with a sap, knocking him unconscious.

After more than 30 days, Jiang Jiusi, who was afraid that he would be beaten stupid, bid farewell to Zhenren Yutu in a hurry, and left Laojun Mountain. Those sword marks moves that he could not control himself had been summarized and reduced into one move, which could be used by him. Controlled sword pose.

From that day to the present, there is no longer Mr. Jiang who is arrogant and has no children. Instead, there is the No. 1 sword of Dongdu who is as humble as a gentleman and a gentleman with nine thoughts.

But tonight, Jiang Jiusi felt the aura of swordsmanship that almost turned his whole body into the flower of ice, the beauty of snow, and the shattering cold front.

Although the past is long, the memories in my mind are just a blink of an eye.

In the eyes of everyone around, Jiang Jiusi just looked up at that side for a while, then suddenly turned around, and asked with a very solemn expression: "In recent years, have you ever heard of the suspected successor of the leader of the Demon Cult in the world?" news?"

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Wu Pingqiang shook his head, "There are still some remnants of the Devil's Cult, which have not been found out. Most of them have the Devil's Cult's general outline of internal strength and a secret martial arts, but if you want to talk about the leader's successor, there should be no one."

"Because the unique swordsmanship of the leader of the Demon Cult, the "Sword of Life, Evening, and Death", was recorded in the sword of Zhenjiao, the flying light of the magic weapon, and when Shao Lingxiao was killed by the real Yu Tu, the sword of Wuwei and the sword of flying light They all fell into the abyss of the Shiwanda Mountain in the southwest along with his body, and no one can find it anymore."

"Even if someone still retains some of the moves in that set of swordsmanship, without the cooperation of the Flying Light Sword, it is absolutely impossible to truly practice and convince the public."

The well-sighted and well-informed Mo Jianxin also said: "After all, the superior martial arts mean that different paths lead to the same goal. In fact, most of the demonic martial arts are not much different from the righteous martial arts."

"But the Flying Light Sword and the "Sword of Life, Night and Death" are unique and unique. If they really show up in the Jianghu, they will definitely attract attention. I have never heard of such a thing in ten years."

Ghost Dragon Jiao Gai also said: "Young Master Jiang, you are young, and you have not been to the Southwest ten years ago, otherwise you would know that such a sword technique is so suspicious that it should not be seen in the world! Don't talk about flying The light is gone, even if the sword is still there, and the skills are complete, Shao Lingxiao came back from the dead to teach someone, ten years of hard work, there is little hope of being able to practice it."

"According to this, there is only one possibility." Jiang Jiusi stared at the crowd and asked again, "Shao Lingxiao, is he still alive?"

A simple, low-toned question made everyone who was already heavy-hearted, silent by coincidence.

In the past ten years, no one would have doubted this problem. Shao Lingxiao was pierced through the heart by a sword, and the sword energy exploded the skin and flesh, piercing through the acupuncture points all over his body, and he was completely dead before falling into the abyss. Things to witness.

However, Laojun Mountain has undergone drastic changes, and Jiang Jiusi raised this question inexplicably...

Wu Pingqiang raised his voice and asked, "What did you feel just now?"

boom! ! ! !

There was a gust of wind that seemed to be roaring, bombarded from a high altitude in the distance, and landed on a corner of the patio.

The strong wind messed up the hair of many people in the courtyard, and also swayed the jugs and wine glasses on the 32 tables.

A strong premonition rose in Anfeiyu's heart. He knew that Guan Luoyang was moving extremely fast, and he could control the airflow to eliminate the sound of air explosions and sonic booms. Instead, he partially transformed the resistance of the air into his own assistance. .

Just like when he went there, he moved like a ghost, and when he came back, he was so loud, not only was it not majestic, but it was a sign that his physical condition might not be good.

Over there, Guan Luoyang knelt down on one knee, stroked his chest with his left hand, and spat out a big mouthful of blood. The Thousand Illusion Treasure Clothes behind his back changed softly, fluttering and falling in the wind.

"Everyone, immediately withdraw from Zhujian Villa and find a place to hide."

His voice fell into the ears of everyone in the courtyard, shaking their hearts like a shock.

"The Taoist priests on Laojun Mountain have been completely annihilated. There should not be many people who took action, but there is at least one master who looks like a person from the Western Regions, and there is another person with four attendants of Qin, Sword, Book and Umbrella. When he draws his sword, his martial arts are as good as Prince Meng who had just stepped into the realm of a master at that time, let me say less..."

Guan Luoyang's snow-white teeth were soaked in blood, and he said firmly, "Ten times stronger than him!!!"

"How is it possible?!" Is this true? "" Laojunshan..." "Where are the two masters..."

Everyone was in an uproar, and their expressions changed.

The eyes of Wu Pingqiang, Mo Jianxin, Jiao Gai and others focused on Jiang Jiusi at the same time.

Mo Xin trembled his hand and tore off a bunch of his beard, anxiously said: "The first-time guru is also a guru, ten times stronger, is it true that he is not dead?"

Anfeiyu hurried forward to pass the Yuhua tea to Guan Luoyang.

At this moment, a childish exclamation came from the guest room of Zhujian Villa.

Hearing this voice, Guan Luoyang stood up suddenly, but there was a tearing pain in his chest, and he couldn't help bending his back a little, and said, "Xia Qing."

Anfeiyu turned around, just in time to see the little Taoist priest running in a hurry, holding the Jade Snow Dragon Ring in his hand.

The white jade ring, which at most would only emit a little warm light, is now on the palms of the little Taoist priest, beating violently, trembling, and making some sharp trembling sounds.

There was originally a period of time in the evening when Xia Qing needed to infuse the inner energy of the Glacier Sect into the Yuxuelong ring, "Eldest senior brother, second senior brother, when I was holding this ring just now, it suddenly barked, and it gave me a headache ...Hey, what's wrong with you, Second Senior Brother?!"

Before Guan Luoyang had time to say anything, Wu Pingqiang had rushed to the little Taoist priest, with a tone of urgency, and hurriedly said: "This is a warning from the dragon ring, and it will give you an extra headache. It seems that Yu The Xuelong ring has already been implicated with you in the dark."

"Little Martial Nephew, you and I have the same source of internal energy. I will pour the internal energy into your body, and you will send it all to the dragon ring. Remember, you must do your best to transfer it as fast as you can!"

Wu Pingqiang had already stretched out his palms and pressed them on Xia Qing's shoulders.

The little Taoist subconsciously followed the old man's words, and the glacier's true energy was as strong as a milky white cold liquid, surging out from his palms, and was absorbed by the jade snow dragon ring in an instant.

The white jade dragon ring floated up into the air, turning more violently, and the buzzing sound became a little bit lower, but it continued continuously, making people even more disturbed.

Qian Wanliang was puzzled and asked, "What's the matter with this Jade Snow Dragon Ring?"

As soon as the words fell, a circle of light waves bloomed on the white jade dragon ring, like a layer of water curtain, expanding from the ring to cover the entire courtyard.

The white jade dragon ring rose higher and higher. Below, all of Wu Pingqiang's skill passed through the body of the little Taoist priest, surged up, was absorbed by the dragon ring, and light waves bloomed round after round.

Everyone's ears suddenly fell silent.

Not only the trembling sound of Yuxue Dragon Ring disappeared, but even the chirping of insects, birds, and whirling leaves that should have been in Zhujian Villa also disappeared.

The "sensing" power that a person below a certain master is not worthy of being aware of, because of the mutual disturbance with the Yuxue dragon ring, has been slightly degraded from the invisible and unpredictable state.

Let these people in the courtyard also be able to notice - there is a dark image that cannot see the whole picture, standing prominently on the peak in the distance, with a perception that pervades heaven and earth, sending it from afar, condescending, and searching their place position.

People like Qian Wanliang, who have never heard of what the Jade Snow Dragon Ring is, already understood by this time.

According to legend, people in the realm of masters can target people they have met recently, and use the supernatural power of "seeing the sky and listening to the earth, locking the soul from a thousand miles away" that is praised and praised in Taoist and Buddhist classics, looking at each other across mountains and rivers, and locking them The exact location of the person you are looking for.

The dark image on the high place stood in the feeling of everyone in the courtyard for a long time.

Let these people who usually boast of being arrogant, domineering, resolute and brave, be oppressed to the point of shaking their hearts.

Knowing that that person is not nearby at all and can't hurt him, he has already made the hairs of many people stand on end, gathered enough skill, and wanted to make a move.

Jiang Jiusi could see the hallucination with his eyes open, and he could still see the hallucination with his eyes closed. He closed his eyes and counted his breaths, and suddenly widened his eyes, staring directly at the hallucination without blinking.

Ten years ago, he was still young and had no chance to meet the leader of the Demon Cult, but with the hint of sword marks from the Southwest on his body, he could be sure that it was Shao Lingxiao back then.

There is no death, no change, no impostor, no frustration and decadence, just like when he fought against the four great masters alone and left those sword marks.

"how can that be?"

Jiang Jiusi groaned bitterly in his heart.

It's all right if he narrowly escaped death, but those masters who have left history, at the price they left for him with their lives, actually made him unable to have even a little change in decline?
When even Qian Wanliang, who practiced Qigong, touched his own hidden weapon without knowing it, and it was a little difficult to control himself.

The hallucination receded like a tide, and it was far away from everyone's spiritual vision in an instant.

The Jade Snow Dragon Ring no longer emits light waves, but it is still much brighter than usual.

"gone."

Wu Pingqiang's face was slightly pale, and he turned to Wu Weiyang and shouted, "Let's go! Call all the disciples, dismiss the servants, all of us, leave Zhujian Villa overnight!"

(End of this chapter)