Chapter 1006 Chapter 310: Cliff Burial

After being disturbed by Wang Chan's affairs, Xu Laoying finally lost the mood to participate in the Meng Xia Moon Jumping Festival. Ji Fu also timely sent an invitation to Xu Lao Ying: "There is a swordsman master Ling Su in the Lingxiao School. Tiangang Jianyi, after several years of research, has reached perfection. I would like to ask my brother to help you see it!"

Good sword, lust, good calligraphy and painting.

The Xu family who was still full of sadness just now heard this, how could he sit still, thinking in his heart anyway, for a while, he couldn’t think of any good reason to persuade Wang Chan. It would be better to follow Ji Fu and Tang Luo and stare at them. .

Without even hesitating, he accepted the invitation and went to Ling Xiaozong with the three of them.

As a hidden Sejong Sect that has been passed down for more than a thousand years, Lingxiaozong was a sect in ancient times, but later the sect was weakened and was slaughtered by monsters, and the sect that was once prosperous also fell apart, scattered in all continents of the world. Traces can still be found, but some have no news.

The Lingxiaozong is considered to be a sound branch of the ancient Taoist sect, at least it retains a complete inheritance, especially the Chongxiao Xuanlingjing of the original veins is a ground-level high-grade exercises, killing secrets are all available, especially by The Tiangang battle energy bred by Chongxiao Xuanling Jing is even more rigid and extremely strong, and it is not much more than the innate sword energy.

The sword intent that can be understood on the basis of such violent spiritual power is naturally fierce and fierce, and it is no wonder that Xu Laoying, the descendant of the holy land, is tempted.

Although Ling Su and Xu Lao are more than 50 years old, they practice this kind of thing, and the master is the teacher. The two are swordsmen who have a unique understanding of kendo. As soon as they met, the sky thunder shook the ground. Ji Fu and Tang Luo, who couldn't stop talking, sat with him for a while, then left silently.

In this way, Xu Laoying stayed in the Lingxiaozong. In addition to discussing swordsmanship with Ling Su Jianzong every day, he also taught swords for the sect of the Lingxiaozong, but a few silver rings around his waist were like hooks.

Finally, after ten days of staying in the Lingxiao Sect, the Xu family swordsman couldn't help but found Ji Fu and said, "Cough brother, the younger brother has figured out a lot of joints in the past few days, and he has a good grasp of convincing Wang Chan. "

"Oh?" Ji Fu raised his eyebrows, without a trace of doubt, and simply said: "In that case, the eldest brother is here, waiting for the good news from brother!"

Unexpectedly, Ji Fu was so talkative, Xu Laoying was overjoyed and said: "Okay!"

About to turn around and leave, I remembered that difficult cousin again, and hurriedly turned around to find a supplement: "Brother, tell my cousin for me, I'm leaving now. You are not allowed to take action against Wang Chan until there is no news from me! "

"Brother save it."

Xu Laoying, who received Ji Fu's promise, went down the mountain happily, changed into native costumes, glanced at the silver ornaments that were rubbed and shining, and headed towards the fairy green mountain with excitement.

A true gentleman will not let an infatuated woman wait too long. How can he be disappointed with the few oil lamps that burned him till dawn.

After walking with the sword for a short period of time, Xu Lao Ying returned to the fairy green mountain realm, thinking of those simple natives and the singing and dancing party, only felt that the air was sweet, a smirk flashed across his face, not to mention, his heart fiery.

As long as he climbed over another mountain, he was the familiar Zaba Tuzhai. Xu Laoying wanted to escape and walk into the village, but his keen six senses smelled an unusual smell.

In the original fresh air, there was a seemingly unrecognizable smell of blood and coke. Xu Laoying's expression changed, and his escape became more anxious. After a few breaths, he turned over the mountain and saw the unrecognizable village.

The sturdy towers were blasted into large holes, the charred charcoal crushed the indistinguishable corpses, and the heads of the old people in the village were exhausted into Jingguan to demonstrate the martial arts and dominance of the perpetrators.

Those corpses and heads that were kept together were still alive ten days ago, but they became corpses ten days later, and the Tuzhai, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has been burned.

Xu Laoying sullenly fell into the dirt village that had become a ghost, and the anger in his chest was almost erupting. When he walked to the tall Jingguan, the Xu family sword who had moved the real fire summoned the divine sword.

The Jinmang hesitating Yuxu Youhuang Divine Sword was tightly held in his hand, and the gritted Xu walked towards the heads that were unable to look at Jingguan, gritted his teeth and said: "Xu Lao Ying swears here. No matter who commits such a bad deed, I will make him pay the price, immortal!"

The swordsman's vows will never be compromised, what's more, Xu Laoying, who has already had a deep relationship with these natives.

It took Xu Laoying two days to send the 3,924 corpses from the Tuzhai to the cliff caves on the north side of Xianqing Mountain.

In the customs of Tuzhai, cliff hiding is the most solemn way. Usually, after a long-lived old man dies, his children carry him back to the pre-designated high mountain cliff cave and place it in a pre-designated high mountain cliff cave after the death of a long-lived old man. In Duyan, some natives walked into a hidden cave and waited for the end before they died.

Perhaps it was never thought that Tuzhai would be completely wiped out, so that there were only dozens of vacant cliff caves on the back of the entire Immortal Qingshan Mountain, and the rest were all temporarily excavated by Xu Laoying.

Sending the last corpse into the cliff cave, Xu Laoying sat slumped on the edge of the cliff and took out the silver rings, trying to fit them into his fingers.

With a dull expression, Xu Laoying took off his native clothes and folded them in front of the mountain wall. Looking at the neatly arranged tomb caves on the cliff, the faces of natives appeared in front of him.

People in the world are ignorant and difficult to enlighten, but Xu Laoying, who has really lived in the village, understands that this is just the prejudice of the world. They are bold and straightforward, simple in nature, and kind and optimistic, even in the barren. In the fairy green mountains, there is also an attitude of self-satisfaction.

Except for the language and language barriers, the natives here are a hundred times more sincere than the self-proclaimed scribes in Zhongzhou, and the costumes and wooden utensils here are even more art.

It was such a paradise-like place, a village with a thousand-year heritage, which was instantly reduced to wasteland.

Xu Laoying couldn't help but remember the words of a certain Xu family's sword master, "Swordsmen, murder weapons, use them as a last resort!"

Destruction is too easy for the strong, perhaps this is why the Holy Land was crowned king.

He took out a few rings from his waist and wanted to put them on, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make the girl’s ring fit his fingers, so he had to take out a long sword and tie the sword to the front The rope, usually the tendon of a beast), untied, tied all the rings together, hung them around the neck, and put them in the collar.

"I'm leaving!" Xu Laoying, who put on the ring, whispered towards the cliff, "Don't worry, I remember everything I taught me."

(End of this chapter)