The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 703
A hot summer day 15 years ago.

A grotto in the wilderness in the northwest corner of Du Zhu.

There are two people in long purple dresses with their elbows exposed.

One is a thin young woman with rough and dark skin, sitting cross-legged in the center of the grotto with unkempt hair.

The other is a middle-aged monk with a bhikkhu ring on his head, clasping his hands and looking at the young woman with a bitter expression on his face.

It seems to be recalling in my mind the appearance of meeting each other for the first time about a year ago.

At that time, even though the young woman came here in the wind and dust, her skin had not been scorched by the sun, wind and sand, and she was still quite clean and lovely after washing up. .

In particular, there are newly engraved Sanskrit imprints on the women's hands and feet.

Each Sanskrit character is less than half the size of a palm, and is slowly carved on the skin stroke by stroke with a carving knife.

Most of the Sanskrit characters on the woman were inscribed by herself.

At the beginning, she could only engrave seven or eight characters a day.

Three days later, she was able to write twenty Sanskrit characters on herself.

After five days, she completed the eighty Sanskrit characters she could write.

The Sanskrit characters on the last 28 backs were engraved by middle-aged monks in one day.

It's hard to imagine that there are a full hundred and eight Sanskrit characters engraved on such a thin body.

When engraving Sanskrit every day, the woman persisted from the beginning to the end of the engraving, and only then did the middle-aged monk apply medicine for herself.

That medicine is just a hemostatic medicine.

Reminiscent of these middle-aged monks, their vision became extremely hazy for a moment, their lips moved, but there was no sound for a long time.

After a long while, the middle-aged monk squeezed out a few words from his teeth and said, "Xiao Nan, have you really thought about it?"

The young woman called Xiaonan worked hard to adjust her state, waiting for the midday of the sun.

Hearing the voice of the person behind him, he calmly replied, "Think about it."

The eyes of the middle-aged monk were full of unbearable looks, and the words that had been in his mouth for a long time poured out all at once.

"Your talent is not bad. It has been less than a year since you came here, and you have already remembered the Sanskrit scriptures and laws you have never touched. You have learned the seventh level in "Po Sa He", and you will become a top master in less than ten years. , Back in Zhongzhou, it is natural to encounter an opponent, and taking someone's life, not to mention easy, is not too difficult, why bother to make things difficult for yourself, why bother to be so radical?"

Listening to the eager voice of the middle-aged monk, Xiao Nan felt the warmth brought by her relatives, but her mood did not fluctuate.

Of course, she had asked herself these questions again and again, day after day, night after night, but in the end she got only two words for the answer.

—hatred!
If it wasn't for hatred, she might be at home right now, performing and singing in front of her parents and relatives.

If it weren't for hatred, she would not have been able to cross thousands of rivers and mountains to a foreign country on two legs.

If it wasn't for hatred, she could no longer find the meaning of living.

Hatred is her support to get through today and welcome tomorrow.

As for whether there is pain and pain?

Who in the world does not have pain and pain in order to survive?
It's just that the form is different.

Xiao Nan smiled faintly at the middle-aged monk.

"Uncle, don't worry, even if this Maha Boundless Body Training Dafa fails, it will cost my life. If it succeeds, I will be able to fight even more when I return to Zhongzhou. Isn't it a double guarantee?
"And 30 years is not too short. After 30 years, I will reach the age of aging and fading, and I don't know how many wrinkles have appeared on my face.

"Women always love beauty. If I live longer, I'm afraid I'll be so old that I'm afraid to even look in the mirror. But if the big revenge is avenged sooner... I can at least enjoy the rest of my life when I'm not too old."

The middle-aged monk smiled bitterly: "You also know that women love beauty, but you..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged monk's clasped hands trembled, almost beating his own head.

Annoyed what evil I have run into these days, what evil I have done to make such a good girl so bruised.

Xiao Nan said: "Oh, uncle, don't worry, this small flesh injury is nothing to worry about. Afterwards, I insist on applying plaster and it will take a few years. I don't believe it will not be back to normal. If not, there will always be a way to go back to Zhongzhou."

The middle-aged monk wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Xiao Nan: "Uncle, the time has come."

The uncle Xiao Nan was talking about turned around and looked outside the grotto.

The sun is rising.

There is no sunlight in the grotto.

There are no shadows outside the grotto.

He sighed and walked out of the grotto, guarding outside.

When the red sun slanted to the west, the sky gradually darkened.

Then look into the grotto.

Less than half of the [-]-character Sanskrit characters written on the rock wall of the cave with a gold lacquer pen by him ten days ago reflected a faint Buddha light.

He guarded outside the grotto for three days and three nights.

The woman in the grotto did not eat oil or salt for three days and three nights.

After three days and three nights, the middle-aged monk looked into the grotto again.

On the rock wall of the grotto, every Sanskrit word is shining with dazzling golden light!

The clasped hands of the middle-aged monk suddenly clenched into fists.

The fingers of both hands sank deep into the flesh of the other hand.

Wait until you see the woman walking out of the grotto.

The middle-aged monk burst into tears, his hands were not clasped together, and they were clenched into fists by his legs!
……

……

five years ago.

Posuo Hall in Ziputi Mountain, Xijiang County.

In a magnificent quiet room.

A black-robed monk passed the air blower for the emaciated woman on the bed, and stood up angrily after healing her wounds.

"The "Burning Fire and Burning Heaven Art" has been lost for a long time. You just got it, and you can't even confirm whether it is true or not, so you are in a hurry to practice? You also lost the "Jade Lotus Art" to practice?!"

The woman with long hair covering her face on the bed didn't admit her mistake at all, but just explained seriously.

"Although "Jade Lotus Kungfu" is a good wood-type kungfu, but the upper limit is there. At the beginning, it was only practiced because of the "Water Whirling Sutra" of the water attribute, so it can get twice the result with half the effort. Sooner or later, you will have to find an advanced method to replace it.

"Right now is a good time to mess up the world of Kyushu. I don't have much thought and time to practice the fourth internal skill. If something goes wrong, I will die suddenly on the spot. I am thinking about distributing the wood attribute skills. , first try to overcome the incompatibility of water and fire, and then look at the follow-up.

"I have studied this "Burning Fire and Burning Heaven Kungfu" for three days, and it couldn't be more true!
"And I have a kind of clear understanding, if you keep the Ascension of Fire and Burning Heaven Art within the third level, it will not be easy to go crazy.

"In the future, if you are in a hurry to break through, if you can find the advanced wood-type kungfu, you don't need to spend too much time to make the wood and fire kung fu go hand in hand, and quickly break through the upper realm at the same time."

The black-robed monk said with a sullen face: "So, this is the result of your enlightenment? You almost lost your mind, and because the "Jade Lotus Art" was exhausted, the dantian inner mansion was empty, and you just fell into a coma?"

"Cough cough." The long-haired woman finally showed some embarrassment on her face, but she said stubbornly, "Isn't this confirming that you haven't gone out?"

The black-robed monk was suddenly out of temper, so he could only say earnestly: "You also know that "Bath of Fire and Burning Heaven" is easy to hurt yourself, if I come an hour later, you will lose at least three or two years of life. Next time without me watching over, you are not allowed to practice this exercise."

The long-haired woman nodded, and took the smiling Maitreya mask on the bedside and put it on again.

The black-robed monk sighed, "You're still in a hurry."

The long-haired woman also sighed softly under the mask, and said: "Things are impermanent, and I never thought that an illiterate chef would grow so many minds and climb so high after all these years. How difficult it is to walk in front of him."

The black-robed monk was silent.

Because this is really something he couldn't think of.

He had no choice but to leave the quiet room in the silence of the two of them, so that the woman could rest in peace.

As soon as he went out, he saw a woman with bronze complexion and enchanting figure coming up to him.

The enchanting woman said with concern in her eyes, "Is the leader all right?"

Although the black-robed monk was impatient, he still said patiently: "There is nothing serious, I need to rest."

The enchanting woman immediately asked again: "Then is there any problem with the "Burning Fire and Burning Heaven Technique"?"

Only then did the black-robed monk remember that the woman in front of him had found the "Bath in Fire and Burning Heaven Art", no wonder he was so uneasy.

"It couldn't be more true."

The enchanting woman lightly covered her chest, feeling relieved: "That's good."

Seeing the black-robed monk walking away, he hurriedly chased after him and asked, "Does the gang leader need anything else?"

The black-robed monk didn't want to talk to the other party, he just wanted to say "no", and when the words came to his lips, he stopped in his tracks.

Said: "I can help you find out which wood-genre exercises in the Zhongzhou martial arts are more advanced and superior, and then find out how difficult it is to succeed."

The enchanting woman responded repeatedly.

……

……

Scenes of the past 15 years flashed through Yingfo's mind.

In the end, his eyes rested on Yu Tian's golden silk cage crown left in the world.

it is finally over……

The fists that were lowered 15 years ago were folded in front of him again.

He saluted Xie Fei, Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei who approached each other to express his gratitude.

Huo Nan just smiled.

Before he could speak, he heard Xie Fei say: "He is also my enemy. Speaking of which, I should thank you."

Huo Nan said: "I'm just curious, you don't seem to be surprised when you see my true face."

Xie Fei also smiled and said: "When you were listening to Lan Xiaozhu's story, I read it more than once. Besides, although I am not as smart as you, I can always discover your original identity from clues."

Huo Nan moved his eyes to Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei, with envy in his eyes, and said: "If there is no such big hatred, maybe I would also want to taste the taste of love."

Obviously this was for Xie Fei, and Xie Fei didn't shy away from it, he laughed and said, "If I had met you 30 years ago, and you were not a little girl, I would have considered it."

Huo Nan looked at Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei with a smile for a long time, until she felt embarrassed looking at the two of them, she smiled and said to Jiang Yichen: "I knew you would not be obedient, but I won't let you come I'm afraid that you will be in danger, but I'm worried that you won't be able to bear parting..."

At this point, Huo Nan, who still had a smile on his face, seemed to be taken out of his mind suddenly, his face turned pale, his eyes closed, and he swayed and fell down under Jiang Yichen's and Leng Mei's astonished eyes!

(End of this chapter)