Comprehensive Martial Arts: Read to become a sage, use martial arts to break the ban

Chapter 162 Central Plains Sword Immortal
night chant.

More leakage.

The sword light brings darkness and the passing of life.

Hong Jingyan is a natural sword breed. When his master Chess Sword Yuefu's Sword Mansion Master saw him, he was holding a small wooden sword and making gestures with several companions.

The wooden sword thrust out swiftly and quickly, unexpectedly piercing into the belly of his companion who was half a head taller than him.

The companion died on the spot, and Hong Jingyan was sent to the government by the hated companion's parents. Because he was young, he was not sentenced to death, but the Hong family was ordered to pay compensation.

The Hong family was originally poor, and they sold their cattle and sheep, and finally sold their yurts to pay off.

Soon after, a violent snowstorm came.

Hong Jingyan's parents took his elder sister to beg with him, because he had killed someone, and no one showed mercy, let alone took him in. His parents and elder sister froze to death in the snowstorm.

He froze in the snow.

When I woke up, I was already in Qijian Yuefu.

Huang Qing, the head of the Sword Mansion, said to him: "You have to remember that weapons are unlucky things. Before you use your sword, you must first learn to restrain yourself."

He was nine years old that year.

For most people in martial arts, nine years old has been practicing for a long time, and Hong Jingyan has just started enlightenment.

From the age of nine to nineteen, Hong Jingyan used wooden swords, blunt wooden swords.

The master said that his sword cannot be sharpened, and if it is sharpened, it will kill people.

After ten years of sword practice, he entered the Vajra Realm.

After the first heavy snow every year, it is the annual exam of Qijian Yuefu, where everyone competes for the title of Cipai.

The young disciples challenge the seniors who have the name of the ci card, the winner takes the ci card, and the loser returns to his real name.

The seniors who have the name of the name must accept the challenge of the young disciples. If they win, they will not only keep their name, but also their dignity.

There are tens of thousands of outer sect disciples in Qijian Yuefu, but there are only 620 Cipai names, dozens of Cipai names are banned, and only more than 500 Cipai names are actually awarded.

These more than 500 people are considered to be the people of Chess Sword Yuefu.

In the big exam at the age of 19, Hong Jingyan challenged the senior Queqiaoxian. The owner of Queqiaoxian was nearly 500 years old and ranked 23rd among the more than [-] Cipai in Qijian Yuefu.

That was the first time Hong Jingyan used a real sword, an ordinary Qingfeng sword made of ordinary iron.

Fairy Magpie Bridge's sword is a famous weapon, the famous weapon Yeyin, made by the best craftsman in Beimang.

Hong Jingyan said softly: "I want your sword."

Queqiao Xian was surprised, he had never seen such a crazy young disciple, so he smiled and said: "If you win, it's yours."

"it is good."

As soon as the sword came out, the snow lighted up, everyone's eyes seemed to be suffering from snow blindness, and they couldn't see anyone in an instant.

During this short period of blindness, Hong Jingyan cut off the arm of Fairy Queqiao and got the Night Yin.

Palace Master Jian sighed: "Fortunately, he only wants your sword, not your life."

Having won the Magpie Bridge Immortal Ci card, Hong Jingyan could have stopped, but he didn't. He continued to challenge the next owner of the Ci card.

Su Muzhe, Zui Huayin, Nan Xiangzi, Qing Pingle.

Of the five people in front, one had a broken hand, one had a broken leg, and three died. The annual exam immediately turned into a bloody fight.

When it came to the sixth ci pai Sauvignon Blanc, Palace Master Jian stopped him.

"enough."

Hong Jingyan replied earnestly: "It's not enough, I haven't proved it yet."

"You just entered King Kong, and you want to break through Zhixuan?"

"As long as I keep killing."

Yeyin's pitch-black sword body was already dyed red, and the blood on the sword condensed into beads, dripping down one by one.

Palace Master Jian said: "Killing people doesn't allow you to prove the meaning, don't forget your lesson back then."

"How can I prove Zhixuan?"

"Go on a trip to the grassland, and come back once a year in the future."

"In the future, I will come back every year during the big exam and continue to challenge the seniors who have Cipai."

The Lord of the Sword House nodded in agreement, and said: "These ci cards are unlucky, I will give you a new ci card, even more leaky."

The 19-year-old Geng Louzi left Qijian Yuefu that night and traveled in the snowstorm.

Walking on the prairie, he watched cattle and sheep grazing, watching cattle and sheep being eaten by wolves, and watching wolves being torn to pieces by a pack of mastiffs.

He walked by the river, watched the fish swim freely in the water, and watched the goshawk jump down from the sky and catch the fish to the sky.

He walked among herdsmen, watching tall and strong men push women to the ground, and watching old people being driven out of their homes.

A year later, Geng Louzi returned to Qijian Yuefu to take the second annual exam.

This time he has become the owner of Ci Pai, waiting to be challenged by young disciples.

At that time, the young disciples recommended a beautiful woman to challenge him. That woman was not only beautiful, but also noble in temperament and behaved like a fairy.

Hong Jingyan thought she was pretty, so he didn't want to hurt her.

Unexpectedly, the woman beat him in pain, and cut off most of the flesh on his shoulder with a sword.

At that moment, he recalled how the herdsmen crushed the disobedient woman outside the yurt.

Night Yin instantly turned into pitch black.

The woman really lost, Hong Jingyan pulled her into her arms recklessly, just when he wanted to kiss her, she slapped him without hesitation.

Palace Master Jian stared at him dissatisfied: "This is Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess."

Hong Jingyan covered his face and dared not move.

The princess then challenged the second person and won in three strokes.

The Lord of the Sword House also gave her a new name for her poem, Han Gu.

After ten years like this, Geng Louzi was not snatched away, and Hong Jingyan finally passed Zhixuan and became Beimang's master of swordsmanship.

"Mr. Wei Ba, you are as beautiful as her. Killing you is like killing her. It will make me happy."

"You may be disappointed."

Xiao Luo drew out his sword and broke through the green mountains.

The golden sword lights up, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the mountains.

Hong Jingyan felt his eyes flicker, and the world suddenly seemed unreal.

He was slightly stunned, but Yeyin stabbed out instinctively, just resisting Tian Zhan.

boom.

The two peerless sword qi collided, the mountain trembled suddenly, and the surrounding forests were destroyed.

Then the war horse neighed, and the people's voices were restless. The iron cavalry from Rouxuan Town who had just galloped over was startled by the sword energy and had to retreat.

When the formation was in chaos, everyone turned on their backs.

The loud shock made Hong Jingyan wake up. He lowered his head to look at his sword, and there was a crack in Yeyin's sword body.

Ye Yin could no longer bear the second move.

Hong Jingyan touched the black sword distressedly, and then broke the blade with a "click", and threw it out.

"Now, I want the sword in your hand."

Xiao Luo still had that indifferent expression: "You think too much."

Hong Jingyan stretched out his fingers, put his index finger and middle finger together, and tapped lightly.

Countless fingers suddenly appeared in the air, and each finger emitted a sword energy, tens of thousands of sword energy rushed towards Xiao Luo.

Finger sword.

Good magic.

Xiao Luo drew out his sword, and Xiaoxiang floated in the night rain.

A rain of swords fell in the sky, pattering like wisps of water, like a curtain of water woven between heaven and earth.

Those fingers touched the raindrops, as if they had been scalded, they immediately became invisible.

And the rain finally dripped onto Hong Jingyan's head, flowing down his curly hair, into his eyes, and into his heart.

Hong Jingyan returned to Qijian Yuefu to see Hangu.

Hangu was sitting in front of the window, combing her black hair. A bronze mirror in front of her reflected her beautiful face.

Seeing him coming in, Han Gu showed a wry smile: "You're back."

"I am back."

For some reason, Hong Jingyan became particularly bold. He put his hands on Hangu's shoulders, and lowered his head to smell the smell in his hair.

In the mirror, he saw the blush on Han Gu's face.

"Bad man."

"you are pretty."

Hong Jingyan picked up Han Gu and strode towards the big bed inside.

He put Hangu down and pushed her up, just like those herdsmen in the yurt.

bang.

Hong Jingyan's head fell off, blood spurted out of his cavity, and there was still a strange smile on his face.

Bei Mang's fifth ranked grandmaster died.

The iron cavalry in Rouxuan Town shook, and retreated in the golden sword energy like an ebbing tide.

However, Jian Guang caught up with them, and with a sword strike, light came.

The sword intent of the great light enveloped the iron cavalry, like Hong Jingyan, everyone showed a sincere smile on their faces, and returned to the place they most yearned for.

When you enter the glass, you feel bright.

After the iron cavalry in Rouxuan Town was reorganized, some recruits were brought in, and they still made up an integer of [-].

At this time, the army retreated, and the rear battalion became the forward. With the presence of recruits, confusion immediately ensued.

In addition, they are all iron Buddhas, how can they run faster than swords?
Jian Qi kept chasing the iron cavalry, like harvesting wheat, harvesting one stubble after another.

Xiao Luo was determined to wipe out all of this army, and the Empress did not hesitate to slaughter the entire Wazhu City, but also to maintain Bei Mang's confidence, just to plot the Central Plains.

He strode out, caught up with Tie Futu, and slashed out with his sword again.

The golden light is like a lotus flower, covering the entire Rouran Mountain.

Half an hour later, the last Tie Futu fell down, Xiao Luo looked back at the battlefield, corpses were everywhere.

He rescued Su De, a man from Beimang, but killed [-] Rouran cavalry.

Is it a god or a demon?
Xiao Luo walked into the mountain, found a stream of bubbling snow water, washed the sky, and washed his hands.

Find the two horses that were so frightened that they fell to their knees in the woods, ride one, lead the other, and go through Rouxuan Town, where the city gate is wide open, to the depths of the grassland.

Dunhuang City is to the east of Rouxuan Town.

Xiao Luo looked at the direction of the sun, the sun was setting, and he was heading east, wondering if he could still catch up with Li Fan.

It was June, and the grass on the grassland had grown much taller, covering the sand and gravel of the desert.

After running for another hour, a large sparkling river appeared in Xiao Luo's sight.

He rode over and saw hundreds of white yurts built by the long river, smoke from the kitchen, and the herdsmen were preparing dinner.

Herds of cattle and sheep are scattered on the edge of the river beach, happily eating the green grass.

The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.

Xiao Luo felt that he was a bit hungry, so he slowed down his horse and walked into the yurt.

Finally, he stopped in front of what seemed to be the largest yurt, and asked softly, "Excuse me, is anyone there?"

It was a middle-aged woman who heard the sound, her hair was messed up behind her head, her clothes were colorful, every piece was stained with dirt, and her face was tanned bright red.

The woman couldn't understand the Central Plains dialect, and she had a frightened expression on her face.

Xiao Luo jumped off the horse, pointed to his mouth, patted his stomach, and asked, "Can I ask for some food?"

Maybe because she understood his movements, maybe because she saw Xiao Luo's handsome appearance and gentle speech, the woman turned and went in, and quickly came out with a cake made of highland barley.

Xiao Luo took the cake, and thanked him with a bow.

Beimang does not circulate silver, but silver is a good thing. Only nobles in Beimang own it and use it to trade with merchants in the Western Regions or Beiliang.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

If Xiao Luo gave the silver to the woman in front of him, I am afraid that waiting for this woman is the crime of collaborating with the enemy.

He took the bread, led the horse, came to the river, and walked upstream until he could no longer see the yurt, cattle and sheep.

He took a few sips of water and finished eating the cake before letting the two horses drink water.

This water is extremely sweet.

The sun was well down, the moon had risen, and the stars were shining on the grass.

Xiao Luo lay down, wondering if Li Hanyi had slept in such a fit on the grassland.

Sleeping on the starlight, sleeping on the river, sleeping on the peaceful world.

The boat is full of clear dreams and crushes the galaxy.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Xiao Luo woke up suddenly, the horse neighed, and the flames shot up into the sky. The herdsmen's settlement where he had begged for bread was on fire.

Hundreds of yurts were burning.

The cry came from afar.

"Is it because of me?"

The uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, Xiao Luo didn't care about leading the horse, and rushed towards the yurt.

Sure enough, it is a soft iron cavalry.

Darkness surrounded the yurt, and all the herdsmen were driven to the center. The old man was shivering, the women were sobbing softly, and the children were crying in fear.

A man wearing an iron mask rode on a horse and asked condescendingly, "Is that man here?"

Several herdsmen pointed to the middle-aged woman who gave Xiao Luo the highland barley cake.

The woman shook her head in horror.

brush.

The masked man whipped it away, and the woman fell to the ground in pain. The clothes on her back had been cut in half by the whip, and white flesh was exposed in the flames.

She really didn't know where the good-looking man went.

Xiao Luo disliked that the water was drunk by cattle and sheep, and went to the upper reaches of more than ten miles to drink water. The herdsmen took a few glances at his back and became indifferent.

The masked man whipped down again.

After breaking the bones in her back, the woman screamed terribly, and no one dared to step forward.

Even her husband shrank his head, afraid to look any further.

The children in the crowd also stopped crying and hid in the arms of their parents.

The masked man looked at the other herdsmen with a cold smile on his lips.

Xiao Luo roughly counted this team, not as many people as in Rouxuan Town, about [-] to [-], half of the cavalry looked at the herdsmen indifferently, and the other half held torches, illuminating the cruel scene.

Xiao Luo knew that if he couldn't get any information about him, all the herdsmen would die.

The empress can even kill a city, let alone a group of itinerant herdsmen.

Just when the masked man raised his whip again, Xiao Luo walked into the crowd: "I'm here, let them go."

None of the thousands of cavalrymen saw how Xiao Luo came out, and those herdsmen who were surrounded seemed to see a ghost, hiding everywhere, just wanting to stay away from Xiao Luo.

The aura of the masked man changed, and a terrifying coercion suddenly descended, firmly locked on Xiao Luo's body.

It turned out that just now, he was deliberately suppressing his realm, pretending to be an ordinary army commander.

The man not only changed his aura, but also changed his accent. He pushed up the iron mask on his face, revealing a pair of indifferent eyes.

"Central Plains Sword Immortal?"

　Thanks to the friends who saw here, after changing the map, there are almost few readers.

　　In fact, it doesn’t matter to me whether there are readers or not. This book collapsed at the beginning, and the reason why I insist on writing it is that I don’t want to be a dead eunuch.

　　
　　
　
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