I am the Tao of bad people

Chapter 6 Yandere!

How long does it take for a sword to be sharpened?
  If you encounter an ancient sword, hide it for ten years.

Eight years later.

Shen Feng is fourteen years old.

The sword that had been sharpened for ten years was ready to be unsheathed the moment Li Xingyun came down the mountain.

Decades of turbulent times have seen ups and downs, let’s see who is in charge today.

The two came out at the same time, but they did not share the same style of painting.

"Gangzi, I'm leaving."

The boy with waist-length black hair has sharp eyes hidden behind his bangs. He doesn't try to restrain himself and doesn't care at all about how sharp he is.

On the opposite side, Yuan Tiangang returned to his original nature as he did more than ten years ago.

This is the aftereffect of the elixir of life, he is like a person forgotten by time.

"Go. You should also go and see the prosperous Tang Dynasty like this."

"I hope you won't be disappointed."

"maybe."

"But it will definitely disappoint you."

"On the occasion of parting, I don't want to take action..."

"I'm leaving now."

On the mountain of Hidden Soldier Valley, Yuan Tiangang looked at Shen Feng riding a white horse and flying away. He thought of Li Chunfeng in the past.

He remembered the hexagram of the ninth year of Zhenguan.

Shiwandashan sent urgent letters for four days and got two hexagrams from Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng.

"Bingshu, Gen is on the top and Sunda is on the bottom, the mountain wind is poisoning, the three poisons are in the vessel, things are ruined, the harvest year is coming together, the gods of war are rising, and the world is in catastrophe."

"That's not right. The poison is in the body, not in the person. The evil is not deep, and it is hypocrisy. A wise man is like a mountain living above, and there is wind at the bottom of the mountain, which can inspire and save all people."

Yuan Tiangang withdrew his thoughts, looked at Shen Feng's retreating back, and whispered in his heart: "The wind has gone down the mountain. Now that I think about it, naming him Feng is not only because the wind comes from the sky, but also to cope with the disaster. …in memory of him.”

……

Outside the Hidden Soldier Valley.

A thousand miles begins with a single step.

Before leaving, Shen Feng stole a white horse from Gangzi and prepared to gallop so that the thousand-mile road would begin at the foot of the white horse.

As a result, before he could get very far, his horse was gone.

On the empty road ahead, Shen Feng was galloping, but thin red lines came out of thin air, forming a bloody net, blocking his path.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and reacted. He suddenly jumped into the air and stepped on the horse's butt with his right foot. Gangzi's white horse was passively accelerated and crashed into the red net miserably.

However, Shen Feng's body bounced backwards due to this force and landed firmly on the ground, gently sinking to relieve his strength.

The poor white horse was covered by the red net, but it was not damaged. It just struggled feebly in the net.

It can be seen that the visitor only wanted to capture Shen Feng alive and did not want to hurt his life.

But Shen Feng didn't care about this.

Anyone who stands in my way is my dead man.

He said that he would never talk nonsense to anyone other than Gangzi.

The dead must speak with their swords.

When Shen Feng was unloading his strength from his waist, his right hand had already pressed on the hilt of the sword hanging from his left waist.

His footsteps kicked the ground fiercely, and the fierce and strong Tiangang internal force in his body exploded directly. Shen Feng was like an arrow off the string, shooting directly into the blood network in front.

next moment.

The sword is unsheathed.

In the sky, blood and a flower net appeared together. Gangzi's horse and the blood net were cut into two pieces by Shen Feng's sword.

The wide sword body is embroidered with delicate patterns, but on the patterns, there is no blood that sticks to it.

The name of this sword is Tiangang.

It is the only gift Yuan Tiangang gave to Shen Feng.

It was a gift that had made Fake Lee jealous for years.

When Chen Feng drew out the sword for the first time, Yuan Tiangang said again what he said when he drew the sword.

"The sword is in my hand, for the sake of the Tang Dynasty forever, I will prepare for a rainy day!"

Chen Feng raised his eyes, and the light of memory flashed through his cold eyes, and he saw a beautiful woman.

Dressed in red, with red hair in a bun, and a beautiful face, she leaned against the tree enchantingly, looking very elegant.

Without any hesitation, Chen Feng stepped forward with his sword and swung it towards her head.

A dead person, no matter how good-looking he is, is just a dead person.

The woman raised her hand enchantingly, and an invisible inner force blocked the sword's edge and fingertips. “Clang!”

Chen Feng's Tiangang Sword was fixed in mid-air, and the two people's eyes looked at each other for the first time.

"Don't be so hasty."

The woman smiled coquettishly and said, "Young man, you must have some taste."

"You want some taste, then I'll give it to you."

Chen Feng replied. He moved his palm and twirled the tip of his sword, and a shocking white wave rushed from the tip of the sword towards the woman who had no time to defend herself.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The woman's disheveled hair was swept away dozens of meters by the air wave, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Qi meridian.

This stuff was never meant to be showy.

Yuan Tiangang's three-hundred-year collection has everything he wants.

The woman coughed a few times in the dust, and spit out a mouthful of blood clots that were shaken out by the internal force.

What bothered the woman the most was that she quickly arranged her hair. After a while, she looked at Shen Feng again, and her eyes finally became solemn.

Then, she met a pair of cold eyes, which seemed a bit cold and familiar.

"Your eyes are beautiful."

"How dare you kill my horse!"

Shen Feng's erroneous answer almost made the woman break her guard.

"You killed your horse yourself!"

"you know too much."

Lift your sword and start swinging!
  The woman did not expect that Shen Feng would be so ungrateful and dodge in a panic.

After more than a dozen moves, she finally caught Shen Feng's tiny flaw.

The woman's jade hand slapped the Wai Tiangang Sword with one palm, but her other right hand stretched straight towards Shen Feng's left eye.

"I told you, your eyes are beautiful."

"Snapped."

Just when the woman's hand was about to touch Shen Feng, Shen Feng's left hand firmly grasped the woman's stretched out right wrist, preventing her arm from moving.

"I know, my eyes are just beautiful."

The woman tried to pull her hand away, but was unable to move at all under the tremendous force of Tiangang Jue.

This flaw was deliberate by Shen Feng. He pretended to be like a master who made a mistake without any deliberate intention at all.

Her other hand was on guard against Shen Feng's Tiangang Sword, and she didn't dare to move it lightly.

The woman could tell that a guy like Shen Feng really didn't care about beauty when he killed people.

"That's it, let me go."

The woman gritted her teeth in her heart, but her face was calm and calm: "Young man, please respect yourself."

"This hand isn't yours, is it?"

Shen Feng discovered that the hand he was holding was unusually white, with obvious changes from the skin color of other parts of the woman's body.

"Ha ha……"

The woman nodded proudly: "These are Concubine Yang's hands. Are they soft?"

"I see."

Shen Feng directly confirmed the answer: "The corpse is in ruins, and the corpse ancestor surrenders."

"Have you heard of me?"

"I heard that you are a yandere."

"Well... I don't know what a yandere is, but I think you're right. But why do you say that to me?"

"Because I am also a yandere."

Shen Feng replied seriously.

Then, his left hand suddenly folded.

Yang Guifei's fair arms were folded by him into a standard right angle of ninety degrees.

"Click."

On the silent road wasteland, the crisp sound of fractures resounded.

Jiangchen looked at the severed beautiful hand, his beautiful big red eyes filled with disbelief like a dog.

(End of this chapter)