Death Sutra

In the courtyard of the Guard House, Gu Shen told the dog to come out and compete with the South Screen.

The dog was injured and he was very happy to have the opportunity to move his activities. He has seen the swordsmanship of Chuan Nanping. He has always been admired, but he is also very unconvinced. "Wu Gong, understanding and practice are of course important, but some things depend on it. Time accumulates, and then it is impossible to be smart and hard to work for a few years. There is a small impulse and an old experience."

Whenever he said this, the old man would sneak out his oldest child: "What experience do you have? Most of the rest of my life, I am practicing in a closed-door practice and pondering myself."

"Hey." The dog often laughs and doesn't speak. The retreat does not have actual combat experience, but the help for the cultivation of internal strength is great. He actually holds a contemptuous attitude toward the various exercises that the Western Regions are effective in.

He walked into the field and pulled out the knife and waved twice. It felt good.

There are more than forty people standing around the courtyard. Most of them are Hu Shining and his training killers. Unlike the same disciples, these people will not judge who wins or loses according to their qualifications and seniority. The screen is a few decades old and there is not much respect.

The old man will not forget any chance to derogate him. "Old dog, if you lose, you will say that you haven’t gotten a good injury. The ready-made steps, I have no problem with your injury for two or three years."

The slaughter dog smiled at the irony of the old man, and did not say a word. Instead, he remembered the scene decades ago. It was his first time to participate in the school at the end of the school. The opponent was a few years earlier than him. Brother, no one is optimistic about him before, even the Master said that the purpose of the contest is to find out his level. As a result, he won, and suddenly became the seedlings carefully cultivated by the door until they were defeated by the old man.

In the Western Region, the dog did not have a fame. Most of the people who died under his knife were anonymous. The one in the Jinpeng Fort was concealed by the enemy, and it was even defeated.

He returned to a state of obscurity and ignorance, and the will to win the battle was soaring.

"Please." The dog slaughtered the hand to the south of the screen according to the habit, and the knife tip rushed down.

The first south screen is as calm and calm as usual, neither excited nor contemptuous. It seems that the contest for this interim decision has been prepared for many days and everything is planned.

"Please." Chu Nanping said that it is purely an imitation. In his experience, he has not experienced a few polite comparisons. Even when he used to practice martial arts with Tie Ling, he had to fight like an enemy. Full force.

The real hatred is hidden in the green eyes, but her hatred is the opposite of the Dragon King, not as tall and hard as an iceberg. And like the wildfire in the late fall, you can almost hear the sound of burning the dead branches.

Tie Ling's appearance flashed past, the dwell time was shorter than the spring breeze, and the heart of the first south screen produced a momentary break.

The dog can't guess the other person's thoughts. He only knows that there is a fleeting opportunity in front of him. If he is wasted, he will forget the rules of the Western Region. He is even more sorry for the lesson of the previous defeat.

The sickle method does not pursue a trick to win. The slaughter dog occupies the "potential" and expands a little. Only in the case of extreme accidents will you lose the grasp of winning.

In the eyes of dozens of onlookers, this contest is quite exciting, with one old and one small knife coming to the sword, each stroke is worthy of recollection.

The old man is very rare to cheer the dog. "The old dog is reborn. It seems that the injury is still good." Then he frowned. "Xiaochu, force, don't let the dog always chase you."

As an ordinary pre-transmission teacher of Jinpengbao, Hu Shining’s martial arts are general. His eyesight is not bad. He knows very little about the face of the Green Face. He can't help much, but after watching it for a while, he shook his head.

The sword of Chunanping is still very stable and fast, but it lacks the ruthlessness and enthusiasm that must be placed on the other side. He is like a skilled craftsman. The technique he has practiced for many years will never go wrong. Still wonderful, in fact, the inside is half-hearted, and there is no fear and excitement about his work.

The slaughter dog, who is much older than him, is as persistent and passionate as a teenager.

As a result, the defeat of Chuan Nan Ping is also reasonable.

The slaughter dog flew the long sword of the south screen. The tip of the knife was on the other side of the chest. He immediately stepped back a few steps and still maintained a defensive posture. He said cautiously: "I won."

"You won." Chu Nan screened to lose, picked up a long sword outside a few steps, and turned back to the team, as if he did not care about this defeat.

The dog was very happy. He had a thin layer of sweat on his body. He felt refreshed. Even the faint pain in the wound became extremely comfortable. He walked to the old man's head and even made a joke. "The old man, the more you hurt. The worse the martial arts, I am just the opposite of you, haha."

The old man of the wood picked up his eyes. When he couldn’t think of hatefulness for a time, his martial arts did fall lower and lower.

Hu Shining also called in more than a dozen swordsmen. They all joined the Dragon Army and became warriors in the near future. They have shown superior martial arts in their previous missions, thus winning the opportunity to compete with the killers in front of the Dragon King.

It’s not a long time to compete in a field. It usually ends within 20 strokes. Gu Shenwei did find three or four good swordsmen. The martial arts is unexpectedly high. It’s hard to imagine such a person’s presence. Yucheng is unknown.

The identity background of the swordsmen has been thoroughly investigated. Although they are inextricably linked with Jinpengbao, they are not spies, not killers. They are good at swords, but they are drowned in the city of swords. The reason is not martial arts. It is opportunity and character.

The contest ended only in the evening, Gu Shen received the information sent by Xu Xiaoyi from the middle of the road. He heard that the guardian’s main book, Shi Qingjue, was taken away by the Tieshan soldiers. It was both accidental and funny, and he quickly made a decision. This matter is so big that the junior officers go to the people, so that he should not insist too much whether or not Tieshan is released.

Since then he has set this matter aside.

After the end of the contest, the first South screen automatically followed the Dragon King and came to the study together.

Qin Yeming began to prepare meals in a busy manner. Chu Nanping said: "If you want to change people, you can still get it."

The first contest is tomorrow night, Gu Shenwei has not much choice. "You represent the proud building. Except for the two of you, I can't find the third place to be a disciple."

Qin Yeming heard a sigh of relief, and he almost forgot that he had been in the proud building for a while.

Chu Nanping waited for a while, after Qin Yeming left, he said: "I thought I had become a ruthless sword."

Gu Shenwei's diet is very simple. One dish of meat and two pieces of cake and a cup of water. He directly eats it quickly and eats the first cake. He said: "Half of the secret is true. Half of Wugong is the imagination of Peng Xianren. It is hard to say whether there are seven realms."

"The first four layers of realm are real, and the Dragon King has also experienced." Chunan Screen never thought about revenge for Peng Xianren, but he was convinced of the ruthless swordsmanship taught by Peng Xianren.

Gu Shenwei can't deny this. "Have you ever thought that your brother didn't practice a sentimental sword, and Ye Silang gave up on the fourth floor like me, and all the disciples in the building, no one went to the seventh floor, I Suspected that even Peng Xianren did not."

"Peng Xianren is unfathomable. If it is not peddling the dead, the current Dragon King may not be his opponent." There is a hint of anger in the beginning of the South Screen. The Dragon King always intentionally or unintentionally suggests that Peng Xianren is a liar, which makes it difficult for him. accept.

"Peng Xianren is indeed unique. His method of expanding the meridians has benefited you a lot. But he recruits a large number of disciples to cultivate the secrets of the survey. I am afraid it is not just for fun. He wants to achieve himself in others. The realm of the arrival, because that is the realm that he fantasized."

Chu Nanping was not good at arguments. He only had one answer to the "guess" of the Dragon King. "I know where the problem lies."

"Killing Iron Linglong will make you regret for a lifetime, and I will not allow you to do this." Gu Shenwei said that some vigilance and some loss, as if watching the children grow up, adults begin to be less obedient parents, but he does Not as patient and indulgent as parents.

Chu Nanping said: "I will not kill her, I have my own way." Then he quit the room and did not mention his own way.

Gu Shen quickly eats the rest of the food and begins to consider the impact of tomorrow's defeat. This should not interfere with the emergence of the city owner, but will make the outside world question the strength of the Dragon King.

The beginning of the South Screen won, this is like the dog's knives, the beginning of the "occupation" is very important.

One problem has not been resolved, another problem has arrived, and the guards came in to inform: Shi Qingjue is back.

Shi Qingjue escaped from the dead, all because of the persuasion of the generals Nago and others, who did not want to offend the Dragon King because of a small master book.

After Shi Qingjue got his assurance that he was not the queen's men, the anger of Luo Ning tea dropped a little, but she was still annoyed, not related to the captives, but to vent on the captives.

Shi Qingjue had two scars on his face. He leaned from the lips to the two sides. Luo Ning tea personally held the dagger and cut it and said, "Give you two beards, keep your mouth, see you dare Talking indiscriminately, not cutting your tongue, you are lucky."

Shi Qingjue felt the luckiest thing. He finally saw the master of the beautiful voice, and the distance was so close that he could even smell the fragrance of her body.

The blade carved the wound and brought pain. The fragrance of Luo Ning tea was also firmly engraved in the heart of the monk. He shook his body and shouted. He was inhaling during the whole process of torture, and he was reluctant to spit out a little. I got red.

Luo Ning tea felt that expression was a fear and was very satisfied.

"It's all my fault." Shi Qingjue was in front of the Dragon King. The two scars were still red and fresh. "I drink too much wine and gibberish, and I deserve it."

Another man who was trapped by love, Gu Shen was keenly aware of this and felt disappointed in his heart. He thought that this person was worth cultivating.

This is a fact that he can't understand and can't accept: the power of love is sometimes as big as hate.

(Seeking for a recommendation) (To be continued.)