surnamed Wang

Chapter 680 The Battle of the Strong

"Twin coffin sons, born without parents, God does not show mercy, even a passing dog hates it."

In the middle of the town street, a group of children held hands in a circle and sang jingles. In the middle of the circle was a pair of ragged brother and sister. Every time the two wanted to escape, they would be kicked back to their original place.

The passing adults also showed cold eyes when they saw this, and they didn't come forward to dissuade them at all. The two children huddled together with fear in their eyes, and covered their heads tightly with their arms. Obviously, this was not the first time they had been bullied.

It was getting late, and the children in the periphery were called home for dinner one after another by their parents. When the moonlight gradually brightened, there were only lonely brothers and sisters left on the street.

The two have no parents, so no one will come to call them. The only mother-in-law who does not look sideways at them is blind and has limited mobility. In order not to worry her, the brother and sister tidied up their clothes, wiped the dust off their faces, and looked at each other. After one glance, he walked out of the town under the moonlight.

There is a wooden house in the outskirts, which is called "coffin shop" by the townspeople, but it has nothing to do with coffins at all, because the wooden house lives with brothers and sisters who are called "coffin shop".

Coffin, it is unlucky for a pregnant woman to give birth in the coffin after death.

Five years ago, a midwife went to the city to deliver babies. When she came back in the middle of the night and passed the mass grave, she heard a child crying, so she went to her out of curiosity.

By the moonlight, she found a grave. There was no stele in front of the grave, and the soil was still new. The midwife couldn't help but wondered. She hadn't heard of anyone dying in the past few days. But right now is not the time to think about these things. It is getting weaker and weaker, and if it continues to delay, I am afraid that even the living will be suffocated to death.

She dared to use her hands to scrape away the mound bit by bit, and about a quarter of an hour later, a wooden coffin appeared in front of her eyes.

The coffin was made by directly hollowing out a section of log. The technique was rough, but the fracture was extremely clean and smooth, as if it had been carefully polished.

The midwife struggled to push open the coffin lid, and saw the source of the sound inside. It was two newborn children, the umbilical cord hadn’t even been cut, and they were lying in the arms of their mother. One was crying, and the other was looking at it curiously. with this world.

The midwife took the two children home and took good care of them, and the two gradually grew up.

They thought that if they didn't say anything, outsiders would not know their backgrounds, but when they were three years old, a Taoist priest came to the town, and he saw that they were coffins at a glance, and publicized that the two brothers and sisters were disaster stars.

In order to eliminate the disaster, the townspeople paid a lot of money to ask Taoist priests to do it, and they wanted to drive away the two children together.

At that time, the mother-in-law's eyes were almost blurred, and she begged so much that her saliva was almost exhausted, and she gave the Taoist priest all her life savings to settle the matter.

……

At night, in a hut in the outskirts, a light the size of a soybean was lit in the window. Two children sat by the window, blowing the cool night breeze, quietly mending the torn clothes.

"Are you fighting with someone again?" A kind and gentle voice sounded from the side.

"It was they who made the first move." The boy's tone was slightly annoyed.

"Hey, I was the one who delivered these children back then."

The old lady sighed and said nothing. From the memory of the siblings, the mother-in-law never seemed to lose her temper.

"Cang Hai, dim the oil lamp."

The girl is careful and knows that her mother-in-law does not need light, and this oil lamp is purely for them.

The boy responded, picked up the iron needle in his hand and was about to pick out the wick, but was stopped by the old lady next to him:

"You guys are still young, it's better for your eyes if it's brighter, I can't see it even if I want to see it now."

Hearing what the mother-in-law said, the boy glanced at the girl, who nodded, and the two continued to mend clothes.

The girl is not so much a younger sister, but more like an older sister. The boy always asks the girl if there is anything, and their size is also determined by the mother-in-law.

When the two were found, the girl was crying and the boy was laughing. The stronger he became the elder brother of course and took on the responsibility of protecting his sister.

The old lady "looked" at the two with cloudy eyes, took the crookedly mended clothes from their hands, and fumbled to tidy them up.

Seeing this, the boy asked curiously:
"Grandma, how can you sew so neatly without seeing?"

The old man smiled and said:
"Grandma, my eyes are useless, but my heart is bright. If one day I meet someone who is willing to look at you with his heart, then he will most likely be your savior."

The two children nodded thoughtfully, and the boy continued to ask:

"Mother-in-law, they say that Yueming and I are coffins, and that we are evil stars. Could it be because of us that you can't see your eyes?"

"Silly boy, don't think about it. My eyes are blinded by the smoke. Although I can't see your faces, I know that you must be the most beautiful children in the town."

The old lady mended the clothes, handed them to the two and said:
"Go to bed early, go to the grain shop in the city tomorrow and ask them to send ten bags of rice noodles."

"Grandma, can we eat that much?"

"You'll know in a few days."

……

Time goes back to the present.

"Brother Zhan, thank you for leading the team here."

Wang Gingquan cupped his hands at Zhan Yu, then looked at the fat woman beside him, pretending to be surprised and saying:

"The fairy is getting more and more plump. She must have fascinated many handsome monks, right?"

Zhan Haitang rolled her amorous eyes when she heard the words, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth:

"This little brother can talk, unlike other superficial smelly men, cousin, why don't you introduce me?"

Wang Gangquan answered:

"I once had a relationship with Fairy outside Wushan County. At that time, my younger brother just arrived, so it was inevitable that we would say some unpleasant things."

The fat woman thought about it for a moment, and vaguely remembered that there was indeed a daredevil boasting that she was slender.

At this moment, Zhan Yu said with a little embarrassment:
"Brother Zhao is one of our own, so I won't hide it from you. Zhan is actually from Yacishan, and Yashi's suzerain, Zhan Lu, is his brother."

"Ah, if Big Brother Zhan didn't say anything, Zhao would still be kept in the dark."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone else couldn't help but smile. The only person present who was kept in the dark was probably Zhan Ji himself who thought he had kept everyone a secret.

A group of people were chatting and laughing, and even the brothers and sisters beside them couldn't help being infected. At this time, a blue figure flew from a distance, it was the former Zhongfeng Zunlan Dai.

"Zhao Daoyou, are you out of trouble?"

The man originally came to help after receiving the news, but he didn't want to see the person to be rescued standing there with a calm face all the way.

Seeing the other party, Wang Bingquan took out a letter from his arms and handed it over:

"Lan Zunling came just in time, here is a letter for you."

Seeing the sharp font on the envelope that didn't look like it was written by a woman, Lan Dai blushed and took it slowly.

"Nanfeng's deputy hall master still has something to tell me to bring Lan Zunling, she said everything is fine, don't read it."

With that said, Wang Gingquan paused, and then continued to talk nonsense under the curious eyes of the others:

"She also said that it is you who will not marry in this life."

"Ah?" Lan Dai stayed where he was in shock.

While he was in a daze, Wang Gingquan showed a malicious smile, quickly moved forward, tapped his lips on the other's cheek, then wiped his mouth and said:

"This is also what the vice hall master asked me to hand over to you. Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

After speaking, he led the team and flew towards his own camp.

Lan Dai moved stiffly and touched the place where he was kissed just now, first he was puzzled, then he was happy, and finally his face suddenly changed, and he turned around and chased after him.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, tell me clearly, how did Fellow Daoist Nanfeng ask you to hand it over?"

"Oh, don't ask so many questions, I'm shy too."

……

In the sky, the deafening roar became smaller and smaller, and there was a strange smell of blood mixed with sweat everywhere.

Two people who looked like they were fished out of blood were punching each other. The tall one's right hand was hanging down, and the back of his hand was exposed with white bones. It was obvious that he couldn't use any more force for a while.

The long-armed old man on the opposite side was not much better, the left half of his chest was sunken, and every time he panted, there was a whistling sound, like an old broken bellows.

"Fei Laogui, admit defeat if you can't hold on, don't put your life here, it's not worth it."

"Heh, when the old man became famous, you didn't know where you were. Beating people can cripple your own hands, so you are also worthy of body training?"

"Old guy, I still beat you down with one hand."

"Boy, your dead father also said this back then, didn't you get convinced by the old man in the end?"

"Heroes don't mention the courage of the past, old man, are you getting older and start to like talking about your youthful scenery?"

It's a lie for the two of them to say that they are not tired, otherwise they wouldn't be able to show off their skills. Even so, according to their physical strength, which is one of the best in the two worlds, they still can't tell the winner if they fight for another hour.

On the other hand, the battle between Zhao Shuquan and Di Xin was much simpler and straightforward. Both of them used swords, and the sword had no eyes. After Di Xin finished telling his story, the two of them drew out their sharp weapons by coincidence.

After leaving Chaoge, the position of King Zhou was replaced, and King Wu defeated Zhou, but he was only a counterfeit.The 600-year foundation of Yin Shang was destroyed by his generation. It is impossible to say that there is no complaint against the immortals of the Three Immortals Realm.

Many wounds had been added to Zhao Shu's body. Known as the second sword cultivator of Sanxian Island, he could only parry now. The opponent's sword had reached the eleventh level. It's better to sigh.

Fortunately, Zhao Jianxian has an easy-going personality, everything goes with the flow, and he has never been enthusiastic about the so-called reputation, but anyone who is addicted to swords like his life will have to be beaten to the point of collapse by the other party, and he will never touch the sword again.

"If you can take over the twelfth floor of my star picking, this deity will consider taking you as an apprentice."

Unlike Zhao Shuquan, Di Xin has the big heart of "may all sword masters in the world learn the supreme swordsmanship". He engraved the swordsmanship into the Zhaxing Tower at the beginning, just to show his strength, but now he makes an exception and wants to accept him as a disciple , completely shocked by its qualifications.

Zhao Shuquan didn't know what to do, so he directly refused:
"Thank you for the kindness of the senior, the junior has no idea of ​​apprenticeship for the time being."

After finishing speaking, the sword in his hand flashed coldly, and he actually used the [-]th layer of Star Reaching just performed by the opponent. Can't help but admire:

"I still underestimated you, I accept you as an apprentice."

"The Tao is different, and there is no conspiracy."

The man handed the sword again, and the essence rose by another point. Di Xin's eyes flashed, and he slashed out two vertical and horizontal black sword qi to repel the opponent, stopped and stood up:
"If there is no deity to teach you, even if you want to break your head, you will not be able to comprehend this No. 12th level of swordsmanship, because I only engraved half of it from the beginning."

Hesitation flashed across Zhao Shuquan's face when he heard the words. As the other party, there was absolutely no need to lie to himself about this kind of thing.

Everyone thought that Zhao Shuquan created his own sword intent, but unexpectedly, he was still enjoying the shade under the willows of his predecessors.

Seeing that the other party was shaken, Di Xin stepped forward and said:

"Even if you have learned all the first eleven levels of swordsmanship, you still only have the power of Mahayana, and the No. 12 level is the real sword of the saint.

I am not afraid to tell you that if it is not restricted by the chains, the strength of this deity can reach the Holy Immortal Realm. The Holy Immortals are not comparable to those of you who are weak once in a thousand years. After learning the [-]th level, you can surpass Taibai in one fell swoop and become the well-deserved No. [-] of the Three Immortals Sword repair. "

It has to be said that Di Xin's words are too tempting for Jianxiu, but whoever comes here will have to defect to the Three Immortals Realm without hesitation.

But Zhao Shuquan was born as a scholar in the end, and he has the stubbornness of a scholar: righteous death does not avoid the ax and axe, and righteousness does not escape the crown.

"No need, if the junior worships the senior as a teacher, then he will truly lose the qualification to become the number one sword cultivator."

Di Xin's face immediately darkened when he heard this, and the black sword in his hand glowed with black light, "It's the first time for Yu Yi to speak to others with such a low profile. Since you don't want to enter, then you will do what you want."

After saying that, he swung his sword out.

……

"It seems that someone is serious about it." On the west side of the battlefield, an old man dressed as a farmer stroked his beard and said.

The woman on the opposite side frowned and looked at him, but didn't speak to him. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the color of her red wedding dress seemed not as bright as it was at first, and her face that was originally white and bluish was only pale.

There are several clay sculptures standing in front of the old man, holding a vajra pestle or a magic whip in their hands, all of which are sharp weapons against evil spirits. A piece of the mourning stick in the woman's hand has been broken off. The hanging rope has not changed much.

"Ning Ji, surrender. After all, the Nether tribe is just a sneaky grievance. Although you don't need to bother to cultivate, but the realm is extremely vain. Once you meet a monk of the same rank, you will be judged."

The woman still didn't speak, but looked down at the rope.

The Nether tribe is indeed inferior to ordinary monks, but they are born with a magic weapon, which can forcibly exchange lives with others.

This magic weapon is related to the cause of death in life. If she killed herself, the magic weapon would be a knife;

The rope in the woman's hand is where her life lies and the source of all her strength. If she is willing to go all out, she can completely exchange for a Mahayana powerhouse from the other party, but the price is also heavy-she will disappear and never be reborn.

The old man discovered her attempt and said in a deep voice:

"Ning Ji, don't continue to be obsessed, the outcome of this battle has been decided."

The woman suddenly raised her head, smiled and said:

"Why, are you afraid?"

As she spoke, a coldness flashed across her eyes, and she stretched the big rope into her slender neck little by little with both hands. At the same time, a hanging rope appeared out of thin air around the old man's neck, and it was tightened little by little.

The old man frowned and grabbed the rope, but there was nothing in his hands, but the pressure on his neck was always increasing, as strong as him, and a little flustered in his heart at this moment.

At this moment, a group of monks flew towards this side talking and laughing.

"The battle is over in a while, I invite you to drink, the best Baihua Niang."

The leader stretched out his thumb to brag about himself. As he was speaking, he suddenly noticed two figures in front of him. He looked up and found that they were the great elders of the Lingyun Sect. The young man immediately said something that would make the old man feel unsafe:
"Yo, at such an age, you still learn to die for love?"

……

(End of this chapter)