I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years

　　 The setting sun is like blood.

　　 Zhou Yi stood outside the underground cave of the Demon Slayer, breathing freely.

　　The light shines on the face, the skin is transparent and pale, and the blood vessels are almost bluish black.

　　 Zhang Cheng suddenly turned around and said: "Since the establishment of the Demon Slayer Division, you are the first torturer to survive. Someone told me back then that mortals can best create miracles!"

　　 "I didn't believe it until I saw you. The torture room and the prison, let those fairy masters stay for ten years, and few can survive!"

　　 "I just had better luck and met Master Fahai."

　　 Zhouyi didn't want to hit Zhang Cheng. If he was really a mortal, the Muyu of Fahai would not be able to save him.

　　 Zhang Cheng said relievedly: "Everything is over. Work hard, the old man teaches you a trick, practice hard, and keep you a long life."

"thanks!"

　　 Zhouyi followed Zhang Cheng to the canteen of the Demon Slayer.

　　Many school lieutenants Slashing Demons saw Zhang Cheng respectfully, and among them they also met lieutenant Zhu who had been on duty in the Xingfang Jiazi Division.

　　 After drinking and eating, Zhou Yi got up and said goodbye.

　　 I stayed in Kyoto for ten years. In my memory, apart from the leaky Anmin shed, I haven't seen other grand scenes.

　　 Luodu's name originates from the Luo River, which surrounds Kyoto on three sides and is backed by the mountains to the south. It belongs to the finest feng shui pattern.

　　 The Demon Slayer is on the edge of the southern city of Kyoto. The ground covers an area of ​​tens of acres, and the underground torture room extends to Wusheng Mountain.

　　 Zhou Yi walked slowly on the street without casting any spells, wherever he went.

　　 Today is the Shangyuan Festival. There is no curfew in Kyoto, and countless people take to the streets.

　　 There are rows of shops on the street, with lanterns and festoons in front of the door, palace lanterns in various styles, riddles and poems inscribed, attracting visitors to watch.

　　 A pair of young men and women are bargaining, holding hands in the street with hot personality, arm in arm.

　　 Dagan has Confucianism, but it does not dominate Confucianism. The restraint on women is much smaller than the ancient times in Zhouyi's impression.

　　 Yelling, shouting, carts and horses, loud noises, noises into the ears.

　　 Zhouyi is in the quaint building, following the bustling pedestrians, it seems like a real dream.

　　 looked around blankly, not knowing where he went.

　　 "Tongfu Inn."

　　 Zhou Yi noticed the name of the inn, smiled, and there was a young and handsome running hall at the door welcoming guests.

　　 "Guest officer, do you want to stay in a shop?"

　　 "Stay in a store."

　　 "Please inside please!"

　　 Daigan mainly circulates copper coins and silver, and the exchange ratio fluctuates from one to one thousand. The price of Kyoto Inn is high, and one room for one night is about one hundred copper coins.

　　 Paotang leads the way, and he has good kung fu, especially good at light work, the distance of each step is exactly the same.

　　 Wang Qi technique!

　　 Zhouyi's eyes flashed brightly, and he saw the red gas above Paotang's head, which indicated that the peach blossoms had a good fortune recently. It is a pity that there is a black line in the red qi, and one who says that it is not good for the peach blossom will become a peach blossom robbery.

　　 Paidang bowed and retired: "Guest, I'm going to boil hot water. Call me whenever I need to."

　　 Zhouyi asked: "What's your name?"

　　 "My name is Bai, and my name is Yutang."

　　 "Don't go out in the past few days, especially to meet a woman. Okay, let's go out."

　　 Bai Yutang left with a blank face, not knowing what this weird person meant, he was planning to go to six doors to see the lover of his dream.

　　 Zhou Yi was pale, with blue-gray hair on top of his head, and strange clothes on his body. He couldn't recognize the material, very much like a stranger on the rivers and lakes.

　　 At this time, another guest came in for dinner, and Bai Yutang immediately greeted him.

　　...

　　 The night has been three shifts.

　　 Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and the window opened automatically when there was no wind, turning into a sword light to escape.

　　 No one was seen on the streets of Kyoto, as if the excitement not long ago was just illusory.

　　 The night wind blew, the fallen leaves fluttered, and occasionally there were a few clapper sounds, and a faint fire candle was heard.

　　 The sword light shuttled in the shadows, avoiding the guards who patrolled at night. Among them were masters in official uniforms to prevent evil spirits from harming people.

　　 A moment later, Zhou Yi escaped and fell hundreds of miles away, on the unnamed mountain peak.

　　 The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, but the whole world is silent.

　　 Zhouyi stood in the air, spitting out the purple sword, the power of nine thousand and five hundred years, and the sound of the stormy waves hitting the shore came out of his body.

　　 has practiced Huang Ting Taoism for nearly ten thousand years, even if the main effect of Taoism is not to increase mana, after nine thousand five hundred years of cultivation, the number of mana in the dantian has been the world's largest.

　　 The purple sword quivered slightly, and rose up into the sky, turning into a purple sword light tens of feet long.

　　 Zhouyi has returned to its original appearance, with sword eyebrows and stars, face like a crown jade, and long hair fluttering in the night breeze.

　　 Hanging under the azure sky, standing among the bright and full moon, as if an immortal descended, he really looked like a thoroughly master reader.

　　 "Cut!"

　　Pinch the sword tactics in his hand, the sword light slashed on the mountain peak.

　　 rumbling!

　　 The mountain was broken, the upper half of the landslide was brushed, and it collapsed at the foot of the mountain.

　　 The remaining peaks are as smooth as a mirror, and the angle is slightly inclined, just to reflect the full moon in the sky.

　　 Can't tell for a moment whether the moon is in the sky or the moon is on the mountain.

"not bad."

　　 Zhou Yi suppressed a smug smile and waved back to the Ziying Sword.

　　 The Ziying Sword stayed aggrieved in the underground palace, coming out for a long time and letting out the wind, only in the small cell.

　　 Now the reckless sword broke the peak, trembling constantly in Zhou Yi's hands, sending a strong feeling of joy.

　　 "I will often take you out to Sa Huan'er..."

　　 Zhouyi's voice did not fall, and he sensed that several breaths were approaching quickly, his figure fell into the ground in a flash, and he used the method of earth to escape.

　　 after a moment.

　　 More than a dozen figures with different shapes surround the broken peak in the center.

　　 Above the broken peak, there was still the sword aura of the Ziying Immortal Sword, and it would sting to the naked eye.

　　 "Phaseless monk, can you see the person of the broken peak?"

　　 One of the great white-haired scholars asked the monk who came first.

　　 "Amitabha! The poor monk was meditating nearby, and he rushed when he heard the sound. UU reading www.uukanshu.com didn't see anyone."

　　 The Dharma is running without phase, the golden Buddha light falls on the broken peak, and it makes a creaking sound.

　　 A series of small sword energy drilled out of the mountain, confronting the Dharma. However, the Buddha's light was mighty, and the sword energy was just a rootless tree, which was quickly wiped out.

　　 "Holy monk, stop, don't destroy the remaining sword energy."

　　 is a swordsman in a green shirt who seems to be only 20 or 30 years old: "Master Wang, the Heavenly Sword Sect wants to buy this peak from the court, and is willing to..."

　　 The old-fashioned Dao interrupted the swordsman's words: "Pei Yu, this sword aura is the Daoist Imperial Sword Technique, so why do you belong to the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

　　 "Why, Wuchen real person wants to fight sword?"

　　 Pei Yu is not at all polite, he is very fond of swords and swords, and he never cares much about human affection and sophistication.

　　 The others were not proficient in kendo, and they looked at each other and couldn't help being horrified.

　　 Pei Yu is the master of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

　　 Wuchen real person's background is even more terrifying, one of the three main road gates in Dagan, the Supreme Elder of the Luofujian Palace in Shangqing.

　　 The two great masters of kendo are fighting for a broken peak, how is this possible?

　　 Once there is a conflict between the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Louvre Sword Palace, it will affect the stability of the Great Army to a certain extent, and the court will never allow it.

　　 Wuxiang retracted the Buddha's light, carefully comprehended the changes, and found a breath of purple sword.

　　 "Pure Yang Zhibao, this is a fairy sword!"

　　 Fairy sword!

　　 The white-haired Confucianist's face changed slightly, and he waved a volume of books and landed on the mountain.

　　 "Gushan Jing".

　　The books fell, and the illusory peaks appeared one after another, sealing the broken peaks in them.

　　 "The two should stop arguing, this matter must be reported to your majesty before you can make a decision!"