The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Zhao Tong's expression was as calm as ever, his eyes were deep and indifferent, and he stood as straight as a javelin.

It was not a good thing that he almost entered the realm of Grand Master. He let out a breath and suppressed his eager mind and boiling blood, feeling very entangled in his heart.

That day he had an epiphany in front of the small flower garden, and his life-threatening sword skills improved again. He directly realized the No. 13 sword.

In fact, it is difficult to say whether the Thirteen Deadly Swords are mainly about speed or change, or whether they are keeping pace with each other, integrating with each other, no longer distinguishing each other, and only pursuing the ultimate destructive power.

All speed moves, etc., are just a process at this point. They are no longer so clear-cut and do not need to be detailed.

Use all the means at your disposal to increase strength, fearless courage, confidence to win, tenacious ideas, the fastest speed, the most complex changes, the most agile reactions, the greatest strength, and the most ruthless heart. , all blended together, and then added with the martial arts principles that were suddenly realized like ethereal, to create this sword.

Deadly Sword Thirteen, Deadly Sword No. 13!

Zhao Tong could have used this sword to directly enter the Grand Master, but he found that he was unable to control this sword, so he forced himself to press down, pressing down on his swordsmanship and realm.

The level of Grand Master was suppressed by him, and Zhao Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

There was something wrong with the Thirteen Deadly Swords. It was very powerful, but it was also so powerful that it was difficult for him to control it. He couldn't retract and release it freely. He could even release it but couldn't retract it at all. This sword was released like no other before. And go, destroying and destroying without end, as if he is not using the sword, but the sword is using him.

The man who uses the sword is to control the sword. The man and the sword merge into one at high places. The sword is like thunder and its power is unpredictable. He is called the God of Swords.

And if it's the other way around, if a person can't control a sword and his swordsmanship is too powerful, and if he controls someone else, he'll still be angry and fight with his sword, but he won't be called a sword god, but a sword demon.

The Sword Demon's achievements in the way of the sword are comparable to those of the Sword God, but this path is a little skewed, something is wrong. The "demon" is an obsessed devil!
Only people can control things. If things control people, they are possessed by a demon.

Swords are all like this. If a person cannot control the sword, over time, his mind will be fascinated by the sword's intention, and he will gradually lose himself. The sword in his hand will only arouse endless killing thoughts and crazy thoughts of destroying everything.

Zhao Tong didn't want to become a sword demon and be controlled by the sword.

If you don't become a good swordsman, then why are you a sword demon?

Therefore, he would rather suppress his realm and use all his body and mind to master the deadly sword No. 13 to prevent his family from falling into the evil way.

He let out a breath at this moment, looked at the green and white ground, and the debris flying away, and squinted his eyes slightly.

"Master..." Yuan Ying's voice came over, a little confused and confused.

Yuan Ying felt that something was wrong with Zhao Tong's expression. It was very different from before, and even a little strange.

There was no smile on Zhao Tong's face at this time, or even any other expression. He seemed to be completely indifferent to everything around him, and was very cold. Even when he looked at her, his eyes were cold.

Yuan Ying subconsciously said: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Tong raised his eyebrows when he heard this. What did this unscrupulous disciple mean by his words?

"28What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing..." Yuan Ying scratched the bun on her head, her eyes flickering. The master just looked a little strange.

"You are not allowed to have dinner outside in the future!" Zhao Tong said suddenly. He felt that Yuan Ying was playing a little too wildly these days and did not even eat in the house.

"Ah?" Yuan Ying was stunned for a moment, wondering why he mentioned this. Master had never cared about this before.

"Starting from tomorrow, I will start practicing spears after dinner in the mansion. I won't be able to rest until I practice for an hour!" Zhao Tong said again.

"I know, I know, Master..." Yuan Ying lowered her head, feeling a little aggrieved.

"Have you not practiced shooting today? It's still early in the morning, let's start practicing now!" Zhao Tong said calmly.

Yuan Ying pouted her little mouth, didn't she say she would start from tomorrow? Why is it today again? The master doesn't mean what he says. He regrets it as soon as he says it. He is not a good master!
"Yes..." She reluctantly agreed, and then went to find the big gun barrel. There was a weapon rack next to the wall. There were not only flower guns on it, but also big guns that were five to eight feet tall.

Yuan Ying took a five-foot-long spear and began to practice. Zhao Tong went to sit down at the stone table and frowned while watching.

How come there is no fault at all in this shooting technique?

How can there be nothing wrong with it! There is nothing wrong with him, what should he, the master, reprimand for a while?
Zhao Tong couldn't help but look a little gloomy, then he saw the Bai brothers not far away from the corner of his eye and said: "Bring the wine!"

The Bai brothers were stunned for a moment. The prince did not have the habit of drinking alcohol after meals. He usually drank tea, and sometimes even some plain water.

However, they saw that Zhao Tong looked a little uncomfortable and seemed to be in a bad mood, so they hurriedly obeyed the order and went to find a drink.

After a while, they brought them all Xixia wine, which was collected in the wine cellar of the Supervisory Army Division. It was mellow yet strong, and Zhao Tong drank one glass after another.

It was also the first time that Yuan Ying saw Zhao Tong drinking while playing with guns at home, and she looked at her master with an increasingly unhappy expression. She wondered if her moves were not standard and made her master angry? So I tried my best to do it well and practiced it perfectly, without any flaws or mistakes.

But the more she behaved like this, and the more perfect her moves became, the uglier her face became. After finishing the last few marksmanship, Zhao Tong threw the wine glass on the stone table and said: "28, how come you have been practicing spears recently? You are not as good as one day." What about one day?”

"Master, I, what did I practice wrong?" Yuan Ying wondered. She felt that she played well. Although she was not perfect, at least there should be nothing wrong. Why wasn't Master still happy and angry?

"What's wrong?" Zhao Tie touched his chin. There was nothing wrong with Yuan Ying's marksmanship, and he practiced it very well. After all, Yuanying's talent for marksmanship was there. As soon as he got the gun, he would immediately enter. To a state where man and gun become one.

"Nothing is right!" Zhao Tong said calmly: "You use this gun with no strength, just like singing on the stage. How can you fight with others?"

"Ah?" Yuan Ying was dissatisfied when she heard this. How come her shooting skills were as good as those of an opera singer? Still can't fight with others?

"Master, Master, I..." Yuan Ying immediately wanted to argue.

Zhao Tong stood up and snorted coldly: "Go back and think about how you came up with such useless marksmanship. If you are still like this tomorrow, you will not be allowed to go out for a month and you will have to practice in the house every day."

"I, I..." Looking at Zhao Tong's back, Yuan Ying couldn't help but flatten her mouth, and two tears rolled down her face.

Master is unreasonable. He has obviously practiced well, so how come his marksmanship is useless? If it really doesn't work, Master, you should give me some pointers. Why did you turn around and leave after scolding me?

Yuan Ying stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears. The two brothers from the Bai family came over to clear the wine jar and glasses on the stone table. Bai Zhan whispered: "Sister 28, don't be sad. I think you practiced well."

Yuan Ying said with a "whimper": "But Master can't say it. He said it's like a singer on the stage, so it's of no use."

Bai Zhan carefully looked in the direction where Zhao Tong left, and then lowered his voice and said, "I see that Your Majesty is too busy during the day and is haggard. He was a little drunk just now. Sister 28, you don't need to take it to heart."

Yuan Ying sobbed and said, "I hope so, otherwise master will punish me not to go out and practice shooting in the house every day." "No, no..." Bai Zhan hurriedly tried to persuade him, but he was also a little confused. He felt that the prince had just It seems like a different person.

Bai Ba said: "Sister 28, go back and rest. I'm afraid that if you drink, you won't be able to remember this matter tomorrow."

Yuan Ying nodded, then dragged the big gun barrel out of the yard and went to rest in his residence next to it.

Zhao Tong put his hands behind his back and walked forward. He did not go back to the room, but walked towards the back of the office.

However, the further he walked, the more upset he became, and his expression became a little impatient.

When he reached the woods behind the house, he suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and thought to himself.

Something seemed not quite right. My mind was unstable, my thoughts were restless, and I was very restless. I always wanted to find a place to vent my anger.

He vaguely felt that his current state seemed to be related to the fatal No. 13 sword he had created.

He has been suppressing this sword technique, suppressing the realm of the Grand Master, but when he couldn't suppress it in the courtyard before, he chopped down a tree, and then his mind and body felt refreshed and relaxed, but now... this irritability is unexpected Attacked again.

Zhao Tong suddenly spat out from his sleeve, and a ray of cold light pierced out, as cold as frost, it was Mo Xie's sword.

It was getting dark now, and he walked into the woods.

In just half a quarter of an hour, the normal "rustling" of leaves in the wind in the woods slowly turned into a roaring sound.

The sword energy sounded, gold and silk were cut, a whirlwind swept through, and branches and leaves flew.

I couldn't tell whether the wind was a night breeze or a wind brought by the sword energy. In short, the sound gradually became louder and the movement was very scary, and then there was an even more violent sound coming from the small woods.

The night was getting darker, and Bai Ba and Bai Zhan had already come here, waiting for Zhao Tong's instructions.

The two of them looked at the woods with shocked faces. The sounds inside were too shocking. They could feel the sword energy sweeping through them and the light striking them. It must be Zhao Tong practicing swordsmanship inside.

However, they had seen Zhao Tong practice swordsmanship in the past, but nothing like this.

In the woods that grew nearly a mile away, the cold light originally shone in the east, but then without any warning, it emerged from the west, stalking the wind and running as fast as the dust.

The long distance there and the continuous trees seemed to pose no obstacle to Zhao Tong at all.

A sword in the east, a sword in the west, the sword light is erratic and invisible.

With the cold light in the south and the bright light in the north, it was impossible to determine Zhao Tong's specific location.

The Bai brothers were stunned and dumbfounded. No one dared to go in and watch, so they had to wait outside the forest.

A full hour passed before a "swish" sound was heard, a long but sad sound. Several big trees in front of the two fell down one after another, and Zhao Tong's figure was revealed behind the tree.

Zhao Tong looked at the fallen trees with a blush on his face, and then the Moye Sword in his hand seemed to be like a silver snake that slipped into his sleeve and disappeared. Then he took a few steps forward, raised his leg and kicked the trunk of a tree.

The tree seemed to fall apart without any force, and turned into countless debris flying everywhere. It turned out that it had been completely chopped into pieces by Mo Xie's sword before it fell to the ground.

The blush on Zhao Tong's face began to slowly disappear, but he showed no expression. He did not speak or look at the Bai brothers. He put his hands behind his back and walked forward.

Seeing this, the Bai brothers were slightly dazed. After a few breaths, they looked at each other and followed them...

On the morning of the second day, the south gate of Huizhou opened for one hour every day.

Like Zhuoluo, although Huizhou has its city gates open for passage, not everyone can enter or exit.

Only nearby farmers and herdsmen delivering vegetables, grains and livestock can enter the city.

Most of those who can leave the city are laborers who clean up debris and haul away filth.

Ordinary people are not allowed to enter or leave the city at this time, and even merchants from far away are not allowed to enter the city if they are not dealing in daily necessities.

Huizhou City is large, but because of the restrictions on entry and exit, there are not many people coming and going at the city gate, making it look very empty.

Just when an hour was about to pass and the city was about to be closed and no entry or exit was allowed, a small convoy came from far away from the south gate.

There were only five vehicles in this convoy, pulled by yaks, and the vehicles contained some bags, which seemed to be food and the like.

There were three people driving the carriage, with a tall old man sitting at the head, a dark-faced man with wrinkles all over the middle, and a young man with a sallow face and a thin body at the end.

The soldiers at the city gate immediately came forward to inquire and check. After asking, they found out that they were delivering food to Guquan Temple in the east of Huizhou City.

Guquan Temple is an old temple in Huizhou with a long history, but its incense is not as strong as Qingbao Temple in the west of the city. Moreover, the area of ​​Guquan Temple is not that big. I can only grow some vegetables at home, and the food can only be purchased from outside, or wait for donations.

Xiaobing looked at the five carts of food with some hesitation. After all, sending food to the temple was not allowed.

In the end, I had to ask the officer above for instructions, and then ordered someone to go to Guquan Temple to ask the monk to identify it. The monk came to take a look and saw that it was indeed the merchant who used to deliver food. Even the frame of the bicycle was exactly the same as before, so he passed through.

A group of five cars went to Guquan Temple. The dark-faced and wrinkled man talked to the monk. The monk said: "Shopkeeper Yang, five people came here every time, one person per car, why are there only three this time?"

The man shook his head and sighed: "It's not because you are fighting in Huizhou and no one dares to come. So I called two people in the industry, my grandfather and my grandson, to help. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to deliver rice grains next month."

The monk also sighed: "It's really hard work for Shopkeeper Yang. The temple only uses the rice from the north of Helan Mountain, which is not available in the city. If Shopkeeper Yang doesn't send it, I'm afraid the abbot and master will have to live on vegetables."

Shopkeeper Yang said: "What are you talking about? Without the rice from Shanbei, my master will be hungry? Why should we buy some rice in the city first for emergencies?"

The monk shook his head: "Alas, this is because shopkeeper Yang doesn't know the situation in my temple. How can the abbot be willing to eat those ordinary Hexi rice?"

While talking, the carriage arrived in front of the Guquan Temple, but it was a quiet and quiet place.

Then under the command of the monk, the bullock cart drove into the temple and began to unload the rice grains.

(End of this chapter)