Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 182 Practice is just to kill more powerful people

Ever since, Li Yunsheng had one more thing to do besides his daily practice.

……

"Tell me, if you encounter an adult fox demon, how should you deal with it?"

"Which bloodline?"

"Kongsang."

"It's best to run away if you meet by chance, and then it depends on the difference in cultivation base. If the difference in cultivation base is only one level, you can put calamus in your mouth first..."

……

In the past few days, there are always conversations like this in the courtyard of Xinyulou.

It's like the private school teacher teaching the students, asking and answering, looking decent.

This student was none other than Li Yunsheng, so the teacher naturally couldn't argue.

And why not fight to "teach" is naturally the means of "killing" he said earlier.

Of course, this "person" refers not only to humans, but also to monsters and demons.

In fact, for Li Yunsheng, this method of killing was really both familiar and unfamiliar.

Since coming to this Immortal Mansion, he has never heard less about all kinds of lifeless deeds. He even heard that many Qiushui disciples died at the foot of the mountain while walking down the mountain.

So Li Yunsheng really heard a lot about killing people.

But thinking about it carefully, apart from being instilled with true energy by an unknown cultivator and killing those ghost messengers, he really has never killed anyone.

Thinking about it this way, the matter of murder is extremely unfamiliar to Li Yunsheng.

Therefore, it was an extremely novel experience for him to learn how to kill with He Buzheng this time.

In the past, in his opinion, practicing boxing and swords was the means of killing people, but after listening to He Buzheng for a few lessons, he found that some trivial things are nothing but big witches.

It's not that practice is useless for killing people, it's just that there are some deviations in He Buzheng.

Most cultivators practice only for the sake of proving the Tao and longevity, but in the eyes of others——

"Practice is just to kill more powerful people."

When Li Yunsheng heard this sentence from He Buzheng for the first time, his whole body felt chilled.

If it weren't for the old man in front of him who would take a break after speaking a few words, he really had the idea of ​​running away.

Just because of this sentence, he understood why the demons still included this old man who was dying in the list of the top ten must-kills for so many years.

It is conceivable how many demons this person has killed.

What made Li Yunsheng's spine even more chills was his detailed classification of the killing methods.

For example, killing a human cultivator is quite different from killing a monster or a demon.

If it is a cultivator of the murderous race, he will detail how to kill low-level cultivators and high-ranking cultivators, and how to kill cultivators of which type of practice. As for the demon clan and the demon clan, they will be divided according to the blood group.

After these few lessons, Li Yunsheng even felt that killing people was much more complicated than practicing.

But Why Buzheng spoke very clearly, he listened carefully, and his notes were comprehensive, so even if he was confused occasionally, he could figure it out quickly, so he learned fairly quickly, especially how to deal with monsters and demons The means, sometimes even draw inferences about other cases from one instance.

If judged from the perspective of a private school teacher, Li Yunsheng can be regarded as a good student.

The sun is setting to the west, and today's "teaching" is considered to be over.

Li Yunsheng went into the kitchen to cook a meal for He Buzheng and the others, and after eating together they went back to Baiyun Temple.

And this meal is considered as his tuition fee.

……

Seeing that Li Yunsheng was gone, the old men who were full of wine and food were lying on chairs, watching the sunset and chatting.

"Old He, why did you think of teaching this kid this?"

Zhou Bozhong was very curious about He Buzheng's actions.

"Didn't you still say that he is unstable and easy to fall into the evil way?"

he asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"After your unicorn bone was taken out, did you feel any different?"

Why Buzheng didn't answer Zhou Bozhong, but asked rhetorically.

"How do you feel? I'm tired. I'm tired after walking a few more steps. Now I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to lie down in this yard."

Zhou Bozhong heaved a long sigh and lay back.

"It's really worthless!"

Qian Chao gave Zhou Bozhong a blank look.

"Forget it, I don't have the strength to argue with you."

Hearing that Zhou Bozhong frowned, he just wanted to get up to argue with Qian Chaosheng, but immediately lay down very weakly.

"Old He, you haven't answered me yet. What does your willingness to teach him have anything to do with taking out the unicorn bone?"

He remembered the question he had just had.

"After I took out the unicorn bone, I suddenly felt that everything was out of the question. It doesn't matter what is good or evil, what is good and evil. Now I just want to find something to do before my soul returns to the underworld."

He Buzheng lay on the chair and looked at the sunset in the sky, slowly shaking the recliner under him.

"Even if he really can't withstand the temptation of the abyss and falls into the devil's way in the future, he must be a great big devil, and this is not a disgrace to my reputation."

He said slowly.

"Old He, your idea is interesting."

Hearing He Buzheng's words, Sun Wumou looked complicated, but Zhou Bozhong burst out laughing.

"When that kid comes again, I will also teach him swordsmanship. I will teach him to become a big devil with the best swordsmanship in the world."

Zhou Bozhong continued after laughing.

"Are you serious or joking? What if he really becomes a big devil and is ungrateful and wants to deal with Qiu Shui?"

Qian Chaosheng finally couldn't help it.

"You man, you have lived such a long time in vain, and you are so boring. If I say he will become a big devil, then he will definitely become a big devil? You can't even take a joke?"

Zhou Bozhong rolled his eyes at Qian Chaosheng.

"Compared to whether he will be enchanted, don't you think that one day after you and I have passed away for a hundred years, if he uses the sword technique I trained to chop down all the pretentious geniuses from Shizhou under the sword, and then shout Is it more interesting to report my Zhou Bozhong's name?"

He said with fascination.

"That's right, I'm about to die, how can I forget about this matter? Those old immortals must have disciples, I have to search, look for news about those old immortals, while I Remember, I have to write it down carefully, and let that kid go to them one by one to settle accounts for me in the future."

Suddenly he regained his energy, and stood up from the chair suddenly. As if he remembered something, he walked into the room while muttering to himself.

Sun Wumou and the others watched Zhou Bozhong, who was muttering, enter the room in a daze.

"what happened to him?"

"Forget it, leave him alone."

Just as Qian Chaosheng wanted to follow him, he wanted to ask him what was going on, but was stopped by Su Wumou.

"Have you found all the demon-gathering formations that the demons left in Qiushui?"

Su Wumou asked Qian Chaosheng.

"I found them according to the location given by Lao He. The magic-gathering formation is indeed not limited to the Valley of Beasts. Fortunately, we found it early. If it was later, the evil spirit gathered by the magic-gathering formation would be enough to summon the earl-level demons." Clan, it will really be a headache at that time, and now Bai Yuan's people are starting to break the formation."

Speaking of this matter, Qian Chaosheng had lingering fear on his face.

"This Immortal Mansion really dares to team up with the demons to swallow my autumn water?"

he continued.

"That Immortal Mansion is controlled by a group of businessmen, and the price is right, why don't they dare?"

He Buzheng on the side sneered.

"Honghu has gone down the mountain, and they should stop for a while in recent months."

Sun Wumou took a sip of tea.

"It would be even better if we could kill a few people."

He Buzheng swayed with the chair.

"Those old fellows, how could they be so easy to kill? If they could be killed, we wouldn't have fallen into trouble back then."

Sun Wumou sighed.

"Yes, Honghu has done well enough to support Qiushui for so many years on his own."

Qian Chaosheng also sighed.

"Forget it, just find all the demon-gathering arrays."

Sun Wumou waved his hand,
"That's all we old men with one foot in the ground can do. Let's talk about Li Yunsheng."

As he spoke, he suddenly looked at He Buzheng.

"You teach him so hard, is it really just because you look away, to pass the time?"

Sun Wumou asked why he didn't fight for the way.

"Half of it."

Why not argue.

"What about the other half?"

"Because I'm starting to be afraid of death."

Why Buzheng glanced at Sun Wumou with a smile, then turned his head and put his hands on his head and looked at the sky and continued:
"When I came back from fishing that day, I suddenly realized that the real fear of death is not the pain before death, but the pain after death. Any trace of your existence will gradually fade away with the passage of time. Erased. So I want to teach him something, and in the future, as long as he uses something I taught him once, it can prove that I existed once."

After why Buzheng finished speaking, no one spoke any more. The three of them lay motionless on the chairs, looking up at the sky quietly, just like all the old men in the twilight, in a daze, not knowing what they were thinking.

　Sorry for the lateness, I tried to make it up today after yesterday's update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)