Ask Sword

Why do you want to practice swords yourself?

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.

The mother became taciturn, and the father also began to drink heavily, his temper became worse and worse, and he beat and scolded himself and his mother frequently.

Being beaten in pain, I would occasionally curse secretly in my heart, hoping that 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 signs of being 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.

Mother 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. He pushed open the door and hit his mother on the head with a wooden stick.

The mother 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.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I cried so exhausted that 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 hoe that was taller than myself in the scorching sun.

People have to eat, and if we don't care about the fields, the 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 the creaking of mother's weaving.

Later, a woman with a compass came to the village. She said that she was very talented, so she took her to the state capital, Chang'an, and the school.

The doctors in the academy are very kind, they scramble to be their own teachers, gather around and patiently ask what they want to learn.

After hesitating for a long time, I 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.

He is known as the number one talent in swordsmanship in fifty years,

Feel the breath, hide in the body, listen to the rain, and patrol the 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 freshman.

Myself, maybe maybe really powerful.

After confirming this, he left Chang'an by himself during a certain year's vacation, returned to his hometown, and sneaked into the village at night.

Quietly crossed the wall of Lizheng's house, opened the window of his house, stood by the bed and looked at it carefully.

I haven't seen him for a few years, and Li Zheng looks a lot older, but the door bolt 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 awakened by the cold wind. Amidst his terrified cries, he slowly lit the oil lamp to reveal his identity.

Li Zheng knelt down and begged for mercy, got up by himself, and swung his sword.

The head fell to the ground.

In Lizheng's home, 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.

He reburied his parents, returned to Chang'an Academy, and waited for the death of the head of the mountain.

The well-informed doctors shook their heads and sighed, saying why is this so.

Indeed, I am about to become a school inspector, as long as I say something, or even a hint, there will naturally be countless people willing to help, so that the Lizheng family can follow the normal process of trial and justice,

Or because of some accident, died silently,

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?

After staying in the dungeon of the academy for half a month, he didn't wait for the penalty of exhausting his cultivation or expulsion from his student status. There was only a transfer order - he went to the Supervision Department and went to a hundred thousand barren mountains to hunt demons to make atonement.

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,

'The Frost Blade has never been tried. '

The palm of the hand clenched the hilt of the sword, the cold touch was as reliable as ever,

"I will show you today,"

Open your eyes, facing the golden city wall,

'Who is wrong. '

Swinging the sword, just like beheading Lizheng's head.

Boom boom boom boom!

The bewildering light of fireflies 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, 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.

The tenth pagoda is full of rare metals,

Adamantite, Orichalcum, Black Iron, Thur Steel, Moonstone

This is a precious treasure that the Jialan Sect has spent hundreds of years searching for. Even the Chang'an Auction House three hundred years later can't compare to 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 a drill shape on his fist.

Fist!

With a blow with all his strength, he broke through the restriction,

Li Ang let go of the restrictions of the black threads, and let the frantic black threads devour the metal in the grid.

rustle——

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.

It even merged with the skin and turned into some kind of weird fabric.

Li Ang's body continued to expand, and he barked,

The clothes he was wearing 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 his ink hair has completely turned into dark gold.

There is seemingly endless power in every gesture.

not enough.

Li Ang clearly remembered the power of the Demon Buddha. Even Situ Zhi, who met in Suzhou at the Candle Sky Realm, showed far less aura than the Demon Buddha.

tin box.

Li Ang stared at the boxy iron box in his hand, and crushed it vigorously.