Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 233 "Sacred Code of Demonic Buddha", Tiandu Martial Arts has been upgraded again

The Shepherd finished writing the last word, and the "Sacred Scripture of the Demonic Buddha" took shape.

This is the second book he wrote after "Six Treatises on Mu Xin", both of which are about martial arts and Taoism.

The difference is that "Six Treatises on Mu Xin" is about governing the country and bringing peace to the people, while "The Holy Book of Demonic Buddha" is about the battle of faith.

There may be good strategies for governing the country, but there is no ambiguity in faith.

This book has really improved the Shepherd God a lot. Stones from other mountains can attack jade. Combining the exquisiteness of a page of the book and the magnificence of Yan Da, the Shepherd God's own sacred heart is unparalleled.

In the way of martial arts, the higher you reach the peak, the more difficult it becomes to advance.

During these hundreds of years of lying in the coffin, the Shepherd God's heart was dusty, and he was already in a desperate situation in martial arts. Unexpectedly, there was a bright future, and he was able to survive from a desperate situation. All kinds of mysteries are difficult to describe.

No matter how good a banquet is, there will be a time when everyone comes to an end.

One page of the book said: "Lin Mu, I leave this book to you for safekeeping. Goodbye."

Yan Da smiled boldly: "We will meet again in the future. We may be opponents, but I will not forget the feelings of practicing together during this period. Buddha, saint, please."

"Demon, please."

Watching the two people leave at the same time, the Shepherd stared attentively for a long time.

When he looked back, a cluster of flames popped out from his fingertips, and the hut was immediately burned to the ground.

There is no need to stay in the world for a piece of good luck.

When he walked out of the dense forest, Shaohao and Lin Ruomei were waiting by the road.

"Dad, let's go back to Tiandu."

Looking at his daughter's beautiful face, he saw that she was refreshed and had a smile as bright as a flower. Pan Gujian was quite close to Shaohao, and the Shepherd was secretly unhappy in his heart.

The young man in front of me was not inferior to my daughter in appearance, and he was even more proficient in martial arts. He was polite and courteous in dealing with others, but he couldn't find any problems.

If we look at the young heroes in Tianjiang, they seem to be far behind compared to the God of Death.

In addition, hundreds of years have passed, and it is unknown whether those who were promising at that time have married.

Seeing his hesitation, Ruomei asked again: "Dad, do you want to go back to Tiantian Coffin Shop?"

"Go to Tiandu."

Shaohao bowed to greet him: "My foster father has already organized a dust-washing banquet for my uncle."

"You should still call me the Shepherd."

"Yes."

Ruomei quietly made a face to Shaohao, but Shaohao's smile did not change.

The West Sea is vast expanse of blue waves, and the sky is covered with snow for thousands of miles.

In the thick snow, there are trees of plum blossoms blooming in full bloom, including white plums, red plums, and wintersweets. They are fragrant and vying for stamens, just like a fairyland in Yaochi.

The Shepherd knew why his daughter liked this place.

Sure enough, Lin Ruomei held her father's hand and smiled and said: "Dad, I collected the snow water from the branches and the plum blossoms, and I can make a lot of wine. Also, when the green plums are ripe next year, my father will make snow mountain wine with me." How is Meixiang?"

"it is good."

Shaohao said: "If you want mature green plums, I can use magic to ripen a few."

The God of Shepherd glanced at Shaohao: "All things grow in their own time, how can we destroy the seedlings and encourage them to grow?"

"What the Shepherd said makes sense, Shaohao has learned from it."

Ruomei said angrily: "Dad~~"

The dust-washing banquet was held in the Tiandu Hall. Considering the characteristics of Tianjiang, it was naturally inconvenient to cook with animals, so Luo Hou asked Jun Manxu to prepare a table of vegetarian food.

Although they are all vegetarian dishes, they are delicious and delicious.

Innate people do not need to wrap their bellies. In addition to taking food containing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to support their physical strength, feasting has become a ritual.

Except for those on business trips and children, almost everyone came here every day.

Everyone knew that Lord Wu entertained the Shepherd with the etiquette of his in-laws. Everyone was very enthusiastic, especially the men. They offered toasts, served dishes, and all kinds of warm and heart-warming words, which quickly overwhelmed the Shepherd.

When he drank the last glass of wine, the Shepherd felt like he was in the clouds, floating like a fairy. He took out the "Sacred Book of Buddha and Demons".

"Wujun, let's talk about business. I want to hear the details about Yan Da and Yip Book..."

Everyone fell silent and listened carefully to the Shepherd's explanation of the mysteries he had learned from the battle between demons and Buddhas.

Yan Da and a page of books are the pinnacle of martial arts. Coupled with the digestion and understanding of the Shepherd God, everyone feels as if they are listening to heaven's words and listening to Lun's sounds, and they all feel enlightened.

Luo Hou is quite satisfied. The "Magic Buddha's Scripture" will be a major upgrade of the Tiandu team's martial arts version after the "Bingjia Martial Arts".

Only Ji Wuxia became more familiar with it the more he listened: "I don't care about the page of the book, but I seem to have heard of Yan Da's martial arts and insights somewhere?"

The Shepherd God had just drank the wine she offered, and was very impressed by this elegant master. He unconsciously asked: "Is it possible that Ji Nuxia and Yan Da are old acquaintances?"

"How can Kuai Xue Shi Qing be an old acquaintance with the Demon? Perhaps I have fought against him before."

"It should be. It's a pity that one page of the book did not influence Yan Da. Yan Da has a deep demonic nature and it is difficult to turn back. I am afraid that he will cause murder again after he comes out."

"Then Wu Ji Wuxia is the first hurdle on his road to murder!"

It was late at night and the wine was gone.

The Shepherd followed Luohu to the study to discuss his next move.

"Wujun, since you know that the three Yangs are in the same sky, you should know that I am incompatible with the King of Hell and the demons of heaven and earth. I cannot influence Yan Da because I have failed in your trust, but I have to do my own thing."

"It's helpless. Regarding the old grudges from the time when the three Yangs were in the same sky, I wonder where the Shepherd should start?"

"I believe that the locusts of heaven and earth must be hiding in the sea of ​​swords, but before that, I still have a private matter to deal with."

Luo Hou understood what his private matter was. He was going to find his wife, Ruomei's mother.

Before any tragedy happens, there may be a chance for Shepherd and Qise Ling to reunite, but this hope is too slim. The man in Qise Ling's heart is not him.If you continue to interrupt, you will suffer the consequences.

Luo Hou thought about it and realized that there were no examples of reconciliation in difficult situations. His mother remarried and started a new life when the sword was just around the corner.

"If it is a private matter such as searching for a person or thing, Shaohao's eighth-grade magical power may be able to help."

"I will look for him when needed."

"I have one more thing to ask the Goddess Shepherd for help. Find an opportunity to conquer this golden pill that restores memory. In his current state, it will be difficult for others to get close to him."

"can."

Luo Hou took out a golden elixir from the brocade bag and handed it to the Shepherd: "Thank you very much."

"No need to be polite, please."

"Please."

There are also two golden elixirs in the kit, which Jiu Yinzi prepared for Yan Da and Nuya.

Luo Hou gently twisted the kit, and it was time for Ji Wuxia to regain her memory. Instead of letting Yan Da and Mida summon her who was unaware, it was better to let her face the truth.

Although Ding Junheng could extract her soul and memory and create a pure and innocent body for her, no one could make the decision for her.

Her life should be her own choice.

Luo Hou believed in her choice. In addition to Liao Tian's contribution to her during this period, the kindness of everyone in Tiandu to her, and more importantly, her own kindness.

To become a Buddha, you must pass the demon test. If you put down the demon sword, you can't become a Buddha.

In the far western region, the sun is blazing.

Crow Soul fed the last sip of wine to his crow: "I'm sorry drunken boy, there is no wine and no water."

"Our road map only goes as far as Promised Moon Bend. Now Promised Moon Bend is in ruins and there are no people in sight. How can we find the holy kings?"

The two of them stared at this bare land of yellow sand. It should be winter in the Central Plains at this time, but here, the days are as hot as sweltering heat, and the nights are as cold as ice.

There was nothing wrong with the two of them, but the crow was suffering from a lack of food and water, coupled with the extreme heat and cold, so the two had to take turns injecting real energy into the crow to maintain its vitality.

"Mr. Butterfly is not in Yinchuan Butterfly Valley either. According to people nearby, Mr. Butterfly and his family have returned to their hometown of Butterfly Country. To reach Butterfly Country, they have to travel thousands of miles westward and cross an ocean."

"Drunk boy, we have traveled thousands of miles, but we have not seen the ocean. With the current state of the crow, we may not be able to find the butterfly country."

"move on."

Wan Gu Changkong wiped the sweat from his forehead and insisted on walking forward.

Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the yellow sand, and then a giant white wolf appeared out of thin air, revealing its blood-red tongue and sharp fangs at them.

"Drunk boy, be careful!"

Crow Soul's dagger was unsheathed and swept forward sharply.

Wangu Changkong noticed the strangeness of the wolf, and spread out his long sword. A sharp sword edge surpassed the crow soul and stabbed the white wolf's throat.

Unexpectedly, the white wolf nimbly dodged, turned around and fled deep into the desert.

"Chase."

Wolf blood can be drunk, wolf skin can be worn, and wolf meat can be fed to crows. Naturally, the two of them will not let go of the prey that comes to their door.

After a while, the white wolf ran behind a huge sand dune.

The two chased them to the sand dune, only to see a man in white robes and white hair walking out from behind the sand dune, followed by a servant wearing glasses and holding a notepad.

"Life is like a dream for a moment, and you have to live in poverty for joy. Don't lament the ignorance of the world and steal three feet of light crystals."

"Huh? Your Excellency?"

Crow Soul looked at the strange master and servant, as well as the knife hanging on the man's waist. An inexplicable sword energy swirled around the man, which was enough to prove that he was a master with the knife.

"Xiao Liuguang, don't you two seem to be locals?"

"My name is Crow Soul. This is my friend Eternal Sky. We come from the Central Plains."

Xiao Liuguang showed curiosity: "Central Plains? It's such a far away place. Why did you come to the Western Regions?"

Still Crow Soul replied: "There is going to be a sword duel in the Central Plains, and my Lord intends to invite the swordsmen from the Kingdom of Revelation to visit, not only to discuss martial arts, but also to make friends."

"Due to the civil war in the kingdom of revelation, the royal city was destroyed. The people carried their domes with them and lived in search of water and grass. It is difficult to find it if you are not a local."

"This?"

Crow Soul and Eternal Sky could not have imagined such a result.

"Thank you for your information. I wonder how far this place is from the ocean? We want to cross the sea to the Butterfly Country."

"Butterfly Kingdom? You Central Plains people are really weird! Could it be that there are masters with swords in Butterfly Kingdom?"

"There once was a ruthless killer, Mr. Butterfly, in the Northern Territory. It is said that his sword skills have never been defeated. My Lord would like to ask Mr. Butterfly to be the judge for this sword showdown."

Xiao Liuguang's eyes flashed: "The swordsman who has never been defeated? Biographer, tell them, my Sword Mengfu zodiac Liu Guang's record!"

"Yes."

The servant holding a notepad came out, turned to the last page and read: "Xiao Liuguang learned the Langchen Sword Technique from his dream, and experienced a total of 570 eight small battles, excluding the draw with the Apocalypse Kingdom's Holy Hero Henwufeng. , all other battles will be victorious.”

Xiao Liuguang said proudly: "Did you hear it clearly? The Mahatma of the Kingdom of Apocalypse is just a draw with me, and his disciples and disciples are still regarded as top swordsmen by you. It can be imagined how inferior your sword fighting skills are. "

They can accept insulting themselves, but they will never accept insulting Tiandu.

Wangu Changkong slowly raised his sword: "Zhangkong, please call me. If I win, please show me the way to the Kingdom of Apocalypse and the Kingdom of Butterfly."

Xiao Liuguang said proudly: "If you can withstand three moves under my sword, how about I not only show you the way, but also take you there?"

"A gentleman's word."

"It's hard to chase the light."

(End of this chapter)