Pindao's surname is Zhang, his ancestor is Immortal Immortal

Chapter 17 The old layman has great swordsmanship. How many years has he been practicing?

"Ok?"

Zhang Yuqing glanced over and was surprised by this.

It is really difficult to connect the frail old scholar with the old man who is skilled in martial arts.

Not long ago, he swore that he despised the vulgarity of martial arts.

How can it be compared with the literati?

Co-author: Are you always a vulgar martial artist?
Zhang Yuqing clicked his tongue in amazement and shouted, "Old layman, your swordsmanship is superb. You have been practicing for several years!"

Of course the ancient layman knew that there was something hidden in Zhang Yuqing's words, so he responded angrily, "Boy, the enemy must not be careless at the moment. Let's deal with these two ape monsters first."

"Got it!"

Zhang Yuqing has now mastered the sun-changing sword technique. He can swing the sword freely and can recognize pearls.

In just a few breaths, he slashed hundreds of swords.

Each sword is attached with internal power to cut, which can break the defense of the violent ape, and the swords are all real damage.

Damage +99, damage +199, damage +299…

The violent ape was left bleeding, and its roar swept across like a stormy wave.

"Human kid, I'm going to kill you."

"kill me?"

Zhang Yuqing stepped on the Dacheng level ladder and was very fast.

He also used a golden bell of pure yang power to cover his whole body, acting as a safety net.

To describe it in one sentence, it is innately invincible.

The black sword swept across the sky, cutting into pieces in the sky. There was no sword energy, but there was a glimmer of cold light passing by.

Phew—

The knife skillfully passed across the violent ape's neck, and the ape's blood gushed out.

The violent ape monster body whined and fell unwillingly.

"First head!"

Zhang Yuqing put away his sword and stood upright, looking down at the corpse of the ape demon.

This is the first big monster he has killed since he started practicing martial arts.

Now it seems that the demon that makes the common people change their color seems to be nothing more than this.

They are also living beings and can be killed.

Turning around, for a moment, he saw an ancient layman with a sword that had not yet aged, wiping off the neck of another violent ape with his sword.

He stood with his sword in hand, panting.

The silver hair is messy and the clothes are torn.

He looked embarrassed, but he was smiling.

"The old layman really opened Mr. Zhang's eyes. He becomes stronger when he is old. He is a role model for our generation of vulgar martial artists."

Zhang Yuqing smiled coquettishly and extended a thumbs up in praise.

The old layman puffed his beard and stared, rolling his eyes, "I am a scholar. Sometimes I can't reason with people, and I know a little bit about boxing and kicking. Why not?"

"Hehe~ You are an old gentleman, so of course you are right."

Zhang Yuqing said playfully.

Lao Ju's morale was low, and he stubbornly said, "A scholar who practices martial arts is not a martial artist, it's just for self-protection!" "I just practice this swordsmanship for fun in my spare time." "How can a vulgar martial artist know the swordsmanship of a scholar?"

For a moment, Zhang Yuqing's laughter filled the air.

"Speaking of which, how did these two ape monsters get to your seclusion?"

The old layman flicked his sleeves, regained his composure, raised his eyes to the sky, and sighed, "I have heard about this for a long time. There is a demon country outside Shanhaiguan where a sage was born. He robbed the great scholars of the human race in various places and enlightened the demon race."

"It is definitely not a good thing for us, the Great Yong Dynasty, that such a holy demon is alive."

Great demon, even demon king, demon god!
In the impression of the human race, they are just savage beasts born out of nature.

He has been called various names such as primitive, reckless, and ignorant.

But now, the Ruoyao clan has also begun to imitate the human clan, and in the true sense, they are crowned monkeys and spread the way of sages.

For the human race and the Dayong Dynasty, it was definitely a disaster.

Zhang Yuqing remained silent, deeply understanding the helplessness in the old layman's words.

But the current troubles are definitely not something he can solve with one blow.

I can only look at it and sigh. "I don't need to think about it anymore. I am nearly a hundred years old. I have long been far away from the troubles of the world. I just want to take care of myself!"

"All troubles are the concern of our colleagues in the DPRK and China."

The old layman stretched out his sleeves and robes, relieved his suffocation, and took it indifferently.

"If the sky falls, a tall man will hold it up." Zhang Yuqing shook his head.

"Your kid can see clearly." The old layman showed his face and said with his hands behind his back, "Are you here for the Shinto Dharma Monument?"

Zhang Yuqing nodded, "Does the old layman have any clues?"

"It's just a little gain, come in with me!"

"Listen to the rain and serve tea."

The old layman walked into the house leisurely, and a little boy named Tingyu crawled out from under the bed with still tears in his eyes.

"Not in a hurry."

Zhang Yuqing's voice was gentle and comforting.

For a moment, the old layman and Zhang Yuqing sat opposite each other, with two cups of steaming tea and tea leaves floating on them.

Taking a gentle sip, the old layman took out the broken Shinto stele and said slowly, "This Red Sky Fire God is a god worshiped by a tribe named Zhu in the Middle Ages. He holds the Way of Fire."

"When the name of God is called out, the sky is set on fire."

"The gods are immortal and live high in the world. This is a saying described in ancient books."

"Some people also say that the gods are dead, but their spirits remain, and they want to be sacrificed by the common people and reappear in the human world."

"In short, they do exist and are connected to the human world."

"This connection is not only with our human race, but also with the demon race, as well as the shaman tribe in the Great Yongnan Territory, the Buddhist Kingdom in the Pure Land of the West, etc., there are gods and Buddhas."

After a pause, the old layman asked again, "You should have heard of the Luotian Sect, the Wenxiang Sect, the Blood Shinto, and other evil traditions in troubled times?"

"I heard something." Zhang Yuqing nodded.

"In fact, the true gods they believe in also exist, and believers can indeed communicate with the gods and send down great power. We call them god-worshiping warriors."

The old layman said slowly, with lingering fear in his eyes, "These god-worshiping warriors are extremely weird. They worship gods as their way, are blessed with divine power, are extremely difficult to kill, and have self-awareness."

"Every similar religious tradition that emerges in troubled times will have a devastating impact on the current dynasty and open the door to troubled times."

"A dynasty that lasts for thousands of years is often destroyed in one day."

"Even if it is not destroyed instantly, its foundation is severely damaged and it will not last long."

Zhang Yuqing frowned.

He thought of Xu Sheng, the leader of the Chijing Gang who was killed in the darkroom before.

After worshiping the gods and reciting the incantation, you will gain inexplicable power.

Even after the owl's head was cut off, he didn't die immediately. There were still strange blood lines entangled and extending, trying to repair the severed head injury.

Can be imagined.

If Zhang Yuqing hadn't cut off his head with a single sword.

Ordinary injuries are not worth mentioning to them, and they can be called immortal.

How weird and weird.

Could this... be a god-worshipping warrior?
"Old layman, what's going on with this god-worshipping warrior?" Zhang Yuqing asked.

"Worship the gods, worship the gods, serve the gods wholeheartedly, communicate with the gods, and ask the gods to send down their great power. This is the art of inviting gods."

The old layman looked grave, "In the past years, many folk warriors have studied the art of inviting gods. It was even thought that the god-worshipping warriors who practiced the art of inviting gods were the orthodox martial arts and became popular for a while."

"But warriors who worship gods have great flaws. Over time, they are prone to confusion, confusion, and are controlled by desires like being possessed."

"Let the current world be in chaos."

"Later, he was liquidated by normal warriors, and the foundation of the god-worshiping warriors was destroyed, and the martial arts was restored to the right track."

"Why, are you interested in the art of worshiping gods and warriors?"

"Just curious." Zhang Yuqing shook his head.

The old layman solemnly said, "You can't be curious. The way of warriors who worship gods is the devil's way, the absolute devil's way. Many warriors fall into it because they are curious at the beginning, and then gradually fall into it, and they don't recognize their relatives."

"If you don't want to be reviled by everyone in the world and harm your loved ones."

"Just stay away from the art of worshiping gods completely."

Zhang Yuqing quickly said seriously and solemnly, "I understand."

He is not someone seeking death, so there is no need to practice evil methods.

(End of this chapter)