Chapter 323 Sword Swing
Myself, why do you want to practice swords?
Sui Yi's hair fluttered, she closed her eyes, and memories suddenly appeared in her mind.
The happiest childhood memory is probably herding cattle on the mountain. Watching the cows flicking their tails, eating wild grass lazily, and picking wild flowers and fruits by the roadside.
Mulberries, wild strawberries, dates, and even morning glory with nectar.
Until one day, my father got seriously ill, and the family was forced to sell furniture, jewelry, pigs and sheep, and finally sold the old cow that had been plowing the fields for many years.
Mother became taciturn, and father began to drink too much, his temper became worse and worse, and he beat and scolded himself and mother frequently.
Being beaten in pain, I would occasionally curse in my heart, wishing my father would die soon.
Curse, come true.
Father did not return after buying wine, so he and his mother borrowed oil lamps from neighbors, searched all over the village, and finally found him lying in a ditch by the side of the road, with marks on his body that had been hit by a carriage.
The only one in the village with a carriage is Lizheng.
li is the patriarch of the clan in the village, and his family has a foreign surname.
For a small mountain village, the head of the clan is just the sky.
Niang knelt in front of Lizheng's house, begging for two hundred cash for the coffin.
Li was busy preparing for his daughter's wedding banquet, and was annoyed by the rush, so he pushed open the door and hit his mother on the head with a wooden stick.
Niang passed out, woke up after a while, staggered back home with herself in her arms, felt hot all over in the middle of the night, said some nonsense, and died.
I sat on the edge of the bed and cried until I was exhausted. The next day, I used the only cabinet left at home as a coffin for my parents and buried it in the backyard.
On the third day, I stood in the field, waving a **** that was taller than myself in the scorching sun.
People have to eat, if we don’t care about the fields, food will not grow.
Farming is hard work, but facing an empty home is more terrifying than farming. When I wake up in the middle of the night, I always hope to hear some voices.
Even if it’s dad’s coughing, or mother’s weaving.
Later, a woman with a compass came to the village. She said that she was very talented, and she took her to the state capital, Chang'an, and the school.
The doctors in the academy are very kind, they are vying to be their own teachers, gathered together and patiently asked what they want to learn.
I hesitated for a long time, and timidly replied: "The most powerful."
The doctors laughed, and the female doctor stroked her dry hair with a smile, "Then learn swords from me."
So, I started practicing swords by myself.
I am known as the number one swordsmanship talent in fifty years,
Sense Qi, hide body, listen to rain, patrol clouds. It happened naturally, with almost no hindrances.
By the fourth year, none of the brothers and sisters was his opponent, and the only one who could beat him was He Siping, who was a senior.
Myself, maybe maybe really powerful.
Confirmed this, and took advantage of a certain year's vacation, he left Chang'an, returned to his hometown, and sneaked into the village at night.
Crossed the wall of Lizheng's house without a sound, opened the window of his house, stood by the bed and looked carefully.
We haven’t seen each other for a few years, and Li Zheng looks a lot older, but the door latch of their house hasn’t changed from before—it’s the wooden stick that killed his mother.
So, he opened the door to let the cold wind blow in, put the sword on the table, sat by the table, and waited quietly.
Lizheng and his wife were woken up by the cold wind. Amidst his frightened screams, he slowly lit the oil lamp and revealed his identity.
Lizheng knelt down to beg for mercy, got up by himself, and swung his sword.
The head fell to the ground.
Li Zheng was at home, and there was no more sound. Including the family of daughter and son-in-law who are married but still live at home.
Are you a bad person?
Maybe.
Re-buried his parents, returned to Chang'an Academy, held hands and swords, and waited for the death of the head of the mountain.
The well-informed doctors shook their heads and sighed, saying why.
Indeed, I am about to become a school inspector, as long as I say something, or even a hint, there will be countless people willing to help, so that the Lizheng family can follow the normal process of trial and justice,
Or die silently due to some accidents,
There is no need to cause a major case that alarms the Zhenfu Department.
But, if you don’t use your own sword, then why bother to practice hard for so many years?
The teacher saved herself again—she went to her hometown to investigate and collected enough evidence to prove that Lizheng's family was not guilty of death.
I wield my sword for those who cannot wield a sword.
‘Ten years of sharpening a sword,’
The picture of memory is engulfed by the fireflies burning in front of my eyes,
'Frost Blade has never been tried. '
Holding the hilt tightly, the cold touch is as reliable as ever,
‘Today I show you to the king,’
Open your eyes, facing the city wall of golden light,
‘Who is wronged. '
Swing the sword, just like beheading Rizheng's head.
Boom boom boom boom!
The firefly light soaring into the sky, along the trajectory of the blade, tore apart the golden light restriction.
The light spots splashed, and the city wall guarding the pagoda fell apart in an instant, revealing the original appearance of the pagoda.
The sea of qi is almost exhausted, and the spiritual veins are almost stopped,
Sui Yi staggered and nearly fell, but managed to stand still with Li Ang's support.
Her lips were pale, and she gave Li Ang a thumbs up with a smile, "Next, I'll leave it to you."
"Um."
Li Ang nodded seriously, stepped on the ground, and rushed into the pagoda.
In the pagoda, in each square grid, there are objects enshrined.
Relics, golden bodies, magic tools, scriptures, utensils with special significance, and even alienated objects.
Everything is surrounded by a layer of small restrictions.
Li Ang skipped all these things, and now there is no time to break the restrictions one by one and search carefully.
He only wants one thing.
Metal.
found it.
In the tenth pagoda, there are full of precious metals,
Adamantine, Orichalcum, Black Iron, Thur Steel, Moonstone
This is a precious collection that the Jialan Sect has spent hundreds of years searching for. Even the Chang'an Auction House three hundred years later is less than one percent of it.
let's start.
Li Ang circulated the sea of qi to the limit, and countless ink threads stretched out from his body, wrapped his whole body, and condensed into the shape of a drill bit on his fist.
Punch!
With a blow with all his strength, he broke through the restriction,
Li Ang let go of the moss restriction, allowing the frantic jet-black threads to devour the metal in the grid.
Shushasha—
The sound of Mosi devouring to his heart's content is like ten thousand ants devouring his body,
Li Ang involuntarily knelt down on one knee, trembling all over.
Mosi evolved too fast, expanding and proliferating wildly in the body, replacing the original skeletal muscles, and oppressing the internal organs.
Even merged with the skin, turning into some kind of weird fabric.
Li Ang's body continued to expand, and he let out a cry,
The clothes on his body were torn apart, leaving only one or two strips of cloth hanging on his body.
He has turned into a giant more than two meters tall, and the black silk all over his body has completely turned into dark gold.
Hands and feet have seemingly endless power.
not enough.
Li Ang clearly remembered the power of the Demon Buddha. Even Situ Zhi, who met in Suzhou at the Candle Heaven Realm, showed far less aura than the Demon Buddha.
Iron box.
Li Ang stared at the boxy iron box in his hand, and crushed it vigorously.
(end of this chapter)