Death compensation.

In Jianghu, each sect is respected by the three sects and six sects, and only the three sects and six sects have mastered mythical martial arts.

At the same time, the biggest force in the Jianghu will not be the three sects and six sects, but also the imperial court.

This Datong Dynasty has the Three Armed Forces Department in its hands, which is specially aimed at Jianghu sects.

As for the people in the Jianghu, while cursing the imperial court eagles and dogs, they are drooling enviously at the resources that the imperial court gave to the Three Armed Forces Department.

After all, when it comes to mythology and martial arts alone, the imperial court has the most.

"There are no more myths and martial arts in the world than three sects." There is always misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. People in coir raincoats and bamboo hats, holding pennies, push boats across the small river in the city.

At the same time, he also concealed his words in the pattering rain.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was sitting in the cabin, listening to the words of the boatman, and then asked suspiciously: "Which three cases?"

"Immortal sect!"

"Dragon Elephant Sect!"

"Xin Zen!" The punter slowly said three names.

"That's not right." However, the young man scratched his head and said, "I heard that the three sects of the three sects and six sects are not these three sects."

"That's because the three sects of the three sects and six sects actually come from the Long Xiang sect."

"The three sects of martial arts have three secret records. The secret records have already been disassembled and turned into many copies. Each copy can be used to grasp the magic and create a unique martial art."

"Among them, the Dragon Elephant Sect is the most widely split, so the current three sects all come from the Dragon Elephant."

"Among the six sects, only Tianfo Temple comes from Xin Zen sect, and the other sects are dragon-elephant martial arts passed down from the three sects, and then developed martial arts."

"Thus, the three schools of martial arts are different from the three schools of martial arts." The young man suddenly realized.

"That's right, half of the secret records of the Undead Sect are in the hands of Yaoxie, and half are in the hands of the imperial court."

"The rest of the sects have a page or two covered."

"Hand Kungfu and the three schools of different schools are very rare."

"I passed on your Black Wind Fist, that's how it is." Under the drizzle, the conversation between the two did not attract the attention of the traffickers and pawns on the shore who were making a living under the rain.

"It's just that traditional martial arts can't reach the point where it is superior to innate."

"So in the end we still have to compete for a secret record and integrate it into my sect's Black Wind Fist, so that the Black Wind Fist can reach the innate level!"

"You just wait for me on the boat. If I don't come back before tonight, you can go on the boat and take the things on the boat." When they arrived at the place, the boatman tied the boat rope to the stone pillar on the shore, and then He turned his head and said to the boy.

A month ago, a secret record of Xin Zen Buddhism was leaked out, and the three masters fought in Fuhe, causing tens of thousands of deaths and injuries.

In the end, the secret record of Zen Buddhism was taken away by He Qingsong, the second master in the world.

This was not a big problem at first, He Qingsong came from the Tiger Roaring Dragon Sect, one of the three sects, so even if he won a secret record, he would be able to keep it.

The problem is that this time the war caused heavy casualties, and all the three military departments of the imperial court were mobilized.

Among them, there was no rear, Cheng'en, and Longwei. The number one master of Cheng'en, Lu Wuming and He Qingsong, fought to the death.

He Qingsong was killed by He Qingsong who had mastered the secret records of Zen Buddhism. He Qingsong was also seriously injured and had to hide in this small city in the south of the Yangtze River under the pursuit of Wuhoubu and Longweibu.

All of a sudden, the world was in turmoil.

Among the three sects, the Tiger Roaring Dragon Sect is bound to come to rescue, while the other two sects are quite dirty in normal times, but when facing the court, they are also considered to be in the same spirit.

The other six sects and the small sects of scattered people in Jianghu also moved after hearing the news.

He wanted to get that book of Xin Zen Secret Records to complete his own martial arts.

He also wanted to take He Qingsong's head and receive a reward from the court.

So in the rivers and lakes, the three imperial courts, the three sects and six sects, scattered people from all walks of life, etc., were all mixed together.

Black Wind Fist is a small type of boxing, the kind with only three or five people in one generation.

The boatman has already practiced the Black Wind Fist to a great height, and even brought forth new ones, raising the Black Wind Fist to two or three levels.

It's a pity that the potential of the Black Wind Fist ends here.

Maybe there was no such upper limit in the first place, and it was after fighting against those three sects and six sects over the years that he gained enough growth from his opponents to raise the upper limit of Black Wind Fist's potential.

But no matter how you improve it, it's just an ordinary small boxing type, and its potential has reached its end.

So this time, he is determined to win the secret record of Zen Buddhism.

There are quite a few people who hold the same beliefs as the boatman, and they are all gathered in this small Jiangnan town at the moment.

The boy stayed on the boat, and not long after, he heard the shout of killing hidden in the rain.

The young man has a great background. He was originally Yang Xiao, the son of Yang Tianzheng, a generation of Qingliu. His father Yang Tianzheng served the country and the people. Kill the door.

He escaped with the help of a righteous man in the rivers and lakes, and then entered the school of the boatman Heifengquan to learn Heifengquan.

He only thought that one day he would be able to achieve great martial arts, and then return to the capital, set things right, and kill the dogs and treacherous officials.

It's a pity that he can only think about it now, the only punter he currently relies on, and he has to snatch Na Xin Zen Secret Records to create a way for the small school boxing.

At dusk, under the drizzle, everything became extremely dark, and the sound of killing gradually died down.

Although the young man was exhausted and hungry, he still kept his spirits up and waited for the master's return.

It's just that there was no movement for a long time, which made him gradually calm down the hope in his heart.

Fighting in this arena has always been extremely dangerous, and most of the people who came to snatch the secret records of the Xin Zen sect this time were from famous schools. The possibility of winning the secret records by Black Wind Fist is too low.

Everything was getting darker and darker, only a few fishing lights at the bow still had a little light.

The sound of the drizzle falling on the ground and in the river water is already tiresome.

However, suddenly, in the dark alley by the bank, there were footsteps, which lifted Yang Xiao's spirit. Could it be that the master succeeded and snatched the secret record of Xin Zen sect?

But suddenly, he found that the sound of the footsteps was wrong, the sound of the footsteps was so heavy that it could pass directly through the rain.

But it doesn't look like the feet are walking normally, it's more like the bumping sound of the feet constantly beating.

Hearing this voice, a noun flashed in the instinctive Yang Xiao's mind-zombie.

It was precisely at this time that a decaying breath passed through the rain curtain, and even in this rainy dusk, it made people feel hot and uncomfortable all over.

Yang Xiao's body trembled instinctively, and then he held his breath.

"What the hell happened?" A thought flashed in his heart, but he didn't dare to make any noise. Just when he couldn't hold his breath, the sound of beating footsteps finally left slowly.

Yang Xiao, who was holding back his face flushed, lay in the cabin, his expression became extremely panicked.

Sorry, the status is not too much recently, the first update is only 2000 words, and this dungeon is a small dungeon, it will be written in three to five days, and then it will be the next big plot.