he walks in the world

chapter 37

"Why is it strange?" Wang Sanhu asked.

Heitou scratched the back of his head vigorously, wondering: "I can't tell you the specifics, it was just at the beginning, when I was fighting with the gang leader, it was very ordinary, the same as you guys, but later , I found that the leader of the gang is different every day, like, like a lunatic, I am a little afraid of beating me."

"Besides, let me tell you, I have seen many times that the gang leader's eyes have changed color, red, like a ghost who wants to eat people, and his knife skills are getting more and more ruthless. As if he was going to kill someone, oh, yes, especially when his eyes were red, the gaps on my knife were cut out at that time!"

A look of worry flashed in Wang Sanhu's eyes, and he said, "I'm afraid that the gang leader got some unusual sword skills during his trip to the Thirteen Villages. I have also heard that there are some instant martial arts in the Jianghu. It is extremely ruthless and powerful, but it needs to pay a certain price, and some martial arts even make people fall into the devil's way and lose themselves."

"Yes, yes, yes," Hei Touhe said, "I heard from Mr. Hu that there used to be a martial arts called A Bi Dao San Dao in Jianghu. It is just like what you said. Practitioners will go to hell and become a person who only knows Mr. Hu also said that there was a person who practiced the three knives of the Ah Bi Dao and slaughtered several villages in one night, and it was finally suppressed by the righteous master."

Heitou swallowed his saliva, and said: "You...you think, the leader of the gang just practiced the Three Swords of Abi Dao, right?"

Wang Sanhu hesitated and said: "Probably not, this kind of martial arts... Where did the leader come from?"

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In the gazebo, Du Ruo held the Tang saber and flipped it lightly. The blade of the saber was facing it, and the cold light flashed by. A pair of red eyes reflected on the bright blade of the saber, which flashed past.

In fact, Du Ruo's doubts are more serious than blackheads.

In his impression, martial arts, except for the legendary martial arts geniuses, should be particularly difficult for anyone to practice, but when he started to practice this piece of sadness, he seemed to be drinking. Water and food are generally natural.

Although it can't be said that the rapid progress, but the three-style saber technique is very simple in his hands. From the first practice of lifting the saber, he is like a god, and the whole person seems to have entered the legendary harmony between man and nature. .

After only practicing it once, he felt that this saber technique was tailor-made for him.

At first, he thought it was because he had comprehended it wrong, but in just half a month, he was able to clearly feel that the three-style saber technique seemed to be engraved in his bones. Every time he swung the saber, he seemed to be in in despair.

That kind of desperation made him unable to bear holding the knife, wanting to kill all the people in the world.

That kind of despair comes from the trembling deep in the soul.

That kind of despair, so desperate that Du Ruo couldn't control himself, he was a little scared, and then decided not to practice this sword technique for the time being, but to practice the "Quanzhen Daoge" left by Meng Qingping.

Although this is not some magical secret book, it is definitely the most authentic Taoist secret book. It just so happens that Du Ruo has read a lot of Taoist scriptures, so it is very easy to understand.

When he started to practice Quanzhen Daoge, he discovered a problem. These two martial arts, one internal skill and the other saber technique, seem to be mutually reinforcing.

The improvement of his sword technique made his internal strength also develop very fast.

Moreover, after practicing the Quanzhen Daoge, he could clearly feel that when he couldn't paint the sadness in the practice, he could well control the palpitations that came from the depths of his soul.

It was precisely because of this that he dared to let the black head practice against him.

This Quanzhen Daoge is indeed the orthodox health-preserving internal strength of the Taoist school. With the mutual effect of the saber technique, it has made rapid progress, but in such a short time, it has already reached the state of Xiaocheng. It makes up for the original weakness of the body.

Originally, progress in practice was a good thing, but the progress was so fast that Du Ruo had to be puzzled. Fortunately, he could clearly feel that he was not controlled by the hatred in that saber technique, otherwise, he really I dare not practice anymore.

Putting Tang Dao back into the scabbard, Du Ruo took a deep breath and muttered: "Qingping, Qingping, what kind of martial arts did you give me, I'm a little scared now, this is simply... ...Hate to the extreme!"

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"I can't paint a piece of sadness. In fact, it is divided into two volumes. The first volume has three styles, the second volume has two styles, and the last two styles have a name, which makes the sky cry endlessly and hate the rain of blood. Hate, this martial art is strictly Speaking of it, it is an evil art, which arouses the hatred deep in people's hearts to the extreme, wishing to kill all the heartless people in the world, hate, hate to the extreme!"

In Wuxi, in a deep and secluded valley, there is a small thatched cottage, and there is a sign outside the thatched cottage, with the words Ziyun Pavilion written on it.

The mist was thick and the sun could not set. In Ziyun Pavilion, on a small boat at the end of the long river, Meng Qingping was lying on the stern, and a middle-aged man with an upright face was fishing in the river on the bow.

"Father, you know it's evil work and you give it back to me, aren't you cheating on your son? Now that I gave it to my brother, aren't you letting me cheat someone else?" Meng Qingping sat up suddenly, with a very ugly expression on his face.

Mencius Yun smiled slightly and said, "Be safe and don't be impatient."

Meng Qingping spat, and said, "Why don't you tell me to stay calm, Du Ruo is my only friend, what if he becomes the devil that everyone shouts to kill in the martial arts world?"

Meng Ziyun smiled lightly: "It's okay, listen to me tell you slowly, this martial art is not so easy to practice, for more than a hundred years, no one has practiced it except for the one who created this martial arts master. "

"This martial art has a big flaw, that is hatred. People who don't have that hatred can't get into it, and people who have this kind of hate don't have this kind of martial arts, and even if they get into it, they can't practice it. This martial art requires too much spirituality, because this sword technique is equivalent to dividing a person's soul into two, one is for killing people, and the other is for normal time."

"But how can a person's soul be cut through? Forcibly cut through is simply unbearable. Even if there is hatred, you can't persist and will give up. Let me tell you bluntly, this martial art can only be created by oneself and cannot be practiced. "

"This is also the reason why such a strong martial art will not make people be enchanted and uncontrollable, but it can't be passed on, and now there are only remnants of it. I gave it to you at the beginning to let you try it. Can you learn from it? I will give you the Quanzhen Daoge, so that you can observe what you hate the most in the world, and at the same time use the most peaceful inner strength to neutralize it."

"Don't look down on Quanzhen Daoge. This is the most orthodox and longest-lasting Taoist internal energy. There is no other internal energy in the world that can compare with it. Your friend is a scholar, and this internal energy is the most suitable."

(End of this chapter)