I have a book of salvation

It is said that a long time ago, there was a fortune teller who made predictions.

It is said that the Weishui Wang family rose too quickly, avoided many disasters, and had too much luck.

This is not to say that there is any problem, but that all things in the world have a balance of yin and yang, and their prosperity must decline. It is said that the Wang family is afraid of a disaster in the future.

But this year seems to be the disaster for the Wang family.

First, the most valued eldest son of the Wang family died in a tiger's mouth, and then Mr. Wang died in the middle of the night. In just a few months, the most promising young generation and the backbone of the family were lost one after another.

Isn’t it a robbery?

Originally, the Wang family thought that this should be the end of the matter.

But who would have thought that something would happen even in Mr. Wang’s mourning hall!

No, on the day after Mr. Wang died, it was customary to ask a Taoist priest to perform rituals to the soul of the deceased.

But when everything was ready and everyone was looking forward to it, something unexpected happened.

——The Third Master of the Wang family, Mr. Wang’s third son, died.

Several servants with pale faces, stiff bodies, and absentmindedness carried the person out in the evening.

Look at Mr. Wang's eyes wide open, his face pale, and something yellow-green dripping from the corners of his mouth, which is very similar to the way he died of fear in the storyteller.

Immediately, everyone in the house was shocked!

The servants who were also frightened said that they heard something moving in the house and pushed the door open.

Then I saw Mr. Wang, who was supposed to be lying in the coffin in the mourning hall, with a ferocious expression!

And lying in front of him was the frightened and dying Mr. Wang!

Several servants were horrified and quickly called over the Second Master Wang, Third Master Wang and many other members of the Wang family. Everyone saw the rickety figure in the dim light!

Have a serious face, don’t be angry and be proud!

It was the frustrated Mr. Wang!

When someone finally took a tentative step closer, they saw that Mr. Wang's body suddenly caught fire and was completely burned.

After the fire was out, everyone took a closer look and found that Mr. Wang had been scared to death!

As soon as this incident came out, the Taoist priests did not dare to continue doing it, so they ran away with their luggage overnight.

——People originally rely on the superstitious beliefs of the deceased’s relatives to make a living, but if you, the Wang family, are serious, who can stand it?

After the guests heard about this, they couldn't eat the food anymore, and they were not in the mood to drink the wine. They were fighting with each other and ran faster than rabbits.

Only those who were so hungry that they couldn't bear it, and some who were hard-headed, were still eating at the table.

Ji Qiu and Yu Chen are two of them.

Looking at Yu Chen who was a little late, Ji Qiu raised his eyebrows: "Gravekeeper, you heard about Mr. Wang's return to the soul, aren't you afraid?"

Yu Chen scratched his head, thinking that he was afraid of a hammer. The ghost of Mr. Wang’s family is right behind you!

"I don't believe in ghosts and gods." Yu Chen said fluently while stuffing a piece of roast pork into his mouth.

"Okay! So brave! As expected of that guy..." Ji Qiu said, then realized that he had said the wrong thing. He quickly waved his hand, drank a gulp of wine, and shut up.

Yu Chen didn't care, because he already knew Ji Qiu's identity and his relationship with his father and the county magistrate. He also guessed the reason why the other party helped him so much, but he didn't specify it clearly. , continue to eat vegetables.

Half an hour later, after eating and drinking, we said goodbye to Ji Qiu and returned to Qingfengling.

In the earthen house, the ghost of Mr. Wang looked out the door, looking quite melancholy.

He asked Yu Chen, seeing the ghost of Third Master Wang, what obsession did he have?

Yu Chen shook his head and said that not everyone has obsessions and ghosts.

And even if there were, I wouldn’t be able to save everyone.

To be fair, some ghosts would only make his Huangquan River dirty.

After hearing this, Mr. Wang sighed, maybe he was sighing at his rebellious son who killed his father and brother, or something else.

Then, he thanked Yu Chen, stepped onto Huangquan, and left by boat.

This is the end of a generation of business tycoons in Weishui.

Fortunately, the conspiracy of Mr. Wang and the Blackwater Gang was shattered.

Although Mr. Wang, who was the backbone of the family, was gone, under the leadership of Uncle Wang Wang Qiuen, even if the Wang family could not make further progress, they would not regress.

It's a blessing in misfortune.

Shaking his head to get rid of the emotions infected by Mr. Wang, Yu Chen spread out the Book of Prayer Scripture.

At the beginning of the volume, Mr. Wang's last wish disappeared into thin air, replaced by a line of smoky gray words.

[Every wish of the seventh rank is fulfilled, and the seventy-two skills of "Sword Skills" are given to the Earthly Demon]

The next moment, a golden treasure book fell from the sky and smashed directly into Yu Chen's head.

Yu Chen fainted.

When I woke up again, it seemed like I was in that dream space again.

A familiar golden figure, holding a tattered iron sword, stood in front of him.

Tsk, we’re familiar.

Yu Chen didn't say anything, just waiting for him to make a move.

But I never thought that this guy no longer used the so-called "sword skills" like before, but directly came towards Yu Chen with his sword!

It's ordinary, chop down!

Before Yu Chen could react, his instincts took over.

The Yin Ming Bone Sword appeared in his hand, and he blocked it!

Ding!

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

Yu Chen didn't even feel any strength.

He froze.

--That's it?

Isn’t that too much?

But the ridicule in my heart is not over yet!

boom!

An invisible and terrifying force is coming silently!

Uh-huh!

The Yin Ming Bone Sword and Yu Chen's body were split into two!

But in the blink of an eye, everything changed, and he seemed to be back when he first came in. The golden figure opposite, holding an iron sword, remained motionless.

"call!"

At this moment, Yu Chen's heart was beating wildly, as if he had really been split open by a sword!

Cold sweat!

Fortunately, this is a dream world. If he met such a guy in reality, he would probably be dead!

Is this what the hell is called [swordsmanship]?

There was obviously no Qi fluctuation, but it happened to easily cut off Yu Chen who had already begun to refine Qi into the Tao!

Before he could think more, the golden figure came to kill him again!

Another sword!

Straight thrust!

Yu Chen transformed into the Yin Ming Bone Sword again and swiped down to block!

But at that moment, the invisible "power" that seemed to blind the eyes struck again!

While piercing through the Yin Ming Bone Sword, it also pierced through Yu Chen's chest!

have to!

Die again!

After recovering, Yu Chen sighed.

Come again!

…

Dreams don’t know the years, and don’t talk about spring and autumn.

The golden figure didn't have any mysterious moves. He just carried a rusty iron sword and stabbed, chopped, picked, teased, chopped, shaved... he went back and forth with extremely basic sword moves.

But every time, there was that terrifying sword power that seemed to penetrate everything!

Kill Yu Chen again and again!

Ten times, Yu Chen didn't know why.

For the hundredth time, Yu Chen was confused.

For the thousandth time, Yu Chen noticed the clues.

For thousands of times, Yu Chen seemed to be able to see the invisible sword power.

…

Tens of thousands of times later, when Yu Chen swung his sword, he also unknowingly carried a weak "momentum".

A great man once said that practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

The golden figure carried out this point, without saying a word from beginning to end, just using the sword to let Yu Chen feel it for himself.

Feel the magical power of swordsmanship!

I don’t know how many times.

Yu Chen was killed countless times by the golden figure.

Every time the invisible sword force penetrated his body, it left a trace on his mental power.

Gradually realize, gradually understand, and gradually... understand!

After being beheaded countless times, the golden figure seemed to never tire, and struck at Yu Chen again with one sword!

Yu Chen also seemed to be demented, his eyes were empty, as if he had forgotten everything except the sword in his hand!

Draw your sword!

One sword strike!

Ding!

The crisp collision sound sounded again!

Two invisible sword forces collided!

Instantly separate!

For the first time, Yu Chen survived under the sword of that golden figure!

The opponent used this almost cruel method, one sword after another, to allow Yu Chen, who had not yet opened the sea, to personally understand the magical swordsmanship, one of the seventy-two Disha skills!

But when Yu Chen used that "sword skill" for the first time, the golden figure disappeared and the dream fell into pieces.

Return to the world!

The sky has not changed.

It seemed like only a moment had passed.

In Yu Chen's eyes, a terrifying edge flashed past, like a flash in the pan.

The realization in the dream is like being beside you.

He walked out of the door and came under a dead tree. He subconsciously stretched out two fingers and formed a sword, making a diagonal stroke from left to right.

Yu Chen only felt that his mental thoughts were consumed crazily!

Then, silently.

His fingers just lightly brushed against the tree trunk.

The next moment, the big tree as thick as a person's arms was cut silently like tofu!

The cut surface was smooth, as if it had been cut off by some terrible sharp edge.

A sense of enlightenment inexplicably echoed in Yu Chen's mind.

Sword, the instrument of division.

Swordsmanship, the art of division, the ultimate point, rivers, lakes and seas, immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods can be divided with one sword!

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