I, a generation of sword demons, seek defeat alone

Di Yu opened his eyes and looked at the roof of the Wupeng boat.

Outside, there was the rattling of wooden oars paddling, and the starlight shone through the window of the boat, shining on his face.

A gentle and slippery hand reached over and covered his head: "Dad, he seems to have a fever!"

The voice was crisp, like the delicate cry of a yellow warbler.

There was a soft "um" sound from the hatch of the ship, listening to the voice, it looked like a middle-aged man: "Zhu'er, he is just too frightened, he will be fine if he sleeps again, don't worry." "

Yes, Dad. The palm of

her hand was withdrawn, her footsteps shattered, and the female voice moved to the hatch.

"Too frightened!alas!" Di Yu sighed in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.

Speaking of which, no one will believe it. A few hours ago, he was a modern man, walking down a busy street, and the next second he was here, possessed by a fifteen-year-old boy.

Through the fusion of memories, he knew that the boy's name was Di Yu, the character Zili, and he was the third grandson of Di Qing, a famous general of the Great Song Dynasty.

Not long ago, the Di family was wiped out. His father, Di Yun, was killed. His mother, Merriam-Webster, fled with him and was chased to a desperate situation by the enemy.

A woman in red wearing a ghost head mask is struggling with each other.

Wei was helpless and jumped off the cliff with Di Yu. Fortunately, there was an ocean under the cliff, and Di Yu fainted after entering the water, and his memory ended here.

I can't imagine that it is a bitter and hateful person!"

Di Yu sighed secretly.

It's bizarre to go through this kind of thing, but it's not a pleasure to get younger.

And because of the fusion, Di Yu felt that there were a lot of weirdness in his new body. The most obvious is the facial features. There were no lights in the cabin, but as long as he wanted to gather his spirits, it seemed that even Slim Dust could see it.

It's the same with ears.

The subtle sounds outside can be felt clearly as long as you gather and listen.

However, all this is so natural, it seems that it is born like

this! Ears and eyes are clear

! Born with ears and eyes!

Di Yu can only explain it in this way. It seems that this teenager is not only young, but also has a physique that is different from ordinary people.

As for the sense of smell and the like, it is also unusually acute.

What kind of person is this? Di Yu secretly wondered, and became deeply interested in his new body.

"Dad, it's Dali ahead!" Outside, a girl's voice came again.

"It's almost over!" a man with a thick voice responded, "It's been more than ten years, and the days have passed so fast

!" "It's so good!" The girl clapped her hands, and her voice was innocent, "I've grown so big, I listen to your third uncle all day long, and the third uncle is short, and this time I can finally see him in person!" "

Well, Zhu'er, your third uncle is the Emperor of Dali, and when you get to the place, you can't be unruly." The man admonished.

"Ouch, father, you can rest assured! My mother is also a princess, my grandfather is also the emperor, and I am not a village girl, how can I be unruly!"

the girl laughed.

A breeze blew, and the curtain of the boat was raised. Di Yu saw two people standing at the end of the cabin.

One is a middle-aged man in purple and a high crown, and the other is a slender and slender girl in Tsing Yi.

"What world have I been in, and who are the two of them?" Di

Yu frowned, lost in thought.

......

The boat swayed along, and not long after, the girl returned to the cabin.

An orchid-like smell penetrates into the nostrils, which is both seductive and weird, this is the fragrance emanating from the girl's body.

"Hey, you're awake! Did you overhear what we said outside just now!" the

girl was generous, with a hint of joy in her voice.

Di Yu was stunned, after he regained his senses, he didn't move, how did the girl know that he had woken up!

"Don't you wonder how I know!" the girl explained to herself, "when a person wakes up, he breathes differently, hum, what kind of person is my father, how can he escape his old man's ears." "

It turned out that his father knew.

Di Yu became interested in this father and daughter, and asked, "Who are you? Where am I?" "

Hmph, it's good to have a life, and you still ask questions! Are you hungry, eat something first, and when you're done, we'll send you home."

After speaking, a piece of pastry was stuffed into Di Yu's hand.

The girl smiled coquettishly, and then lifted the curtain and walked out of the cabin.

Di Yu's stomach did growl, and he took a bite of the pastry, which was sweet in his mouth, a delicacy that he had never tasted before.

After eating, he tried to sit up, and a small bag of oilcloth slipped from inside his corset.

In his memory, it was handed over to him by his father Di Yun when the tragedy occurred. At that time, Di Yun said that let him keep it well and never fall into the hands of gangsters.

Fortunately, it was wrapped in an oilcloth, so the contents were not soaked by the river.

Di Yu opened the oil paper and saw that the package inside was actually an ancient book, with four ancient seal characters written on the cover: "Guigu Sword Sutra".

What does the Sword Sutra mean?

Curiously turning the page, Di Yu saw a row of neat handwriting on it:

"Guigu clan, an ancient alien, a poor life, a pedantic man." In the history, yin and yang, mathematics, talent debate, etc., all-encompassing, all-encompassing, vertical and horizontal, painting the ground into respect!"

"The world only knows the Guigu to learn, and does not know the essence of the Guigu martial arts, and it has also been unique. "

Guigu likes swords, takes swords as the reason, and in more than 100 years, it has collected ancient swordsmanship and written "Guigu Sword Sutra" to be passed on to future generations. Pity the world of the first emperor, burn books and pit Confucianism, and the sword scripture has also been damaged, it's a pity!"

Seeing this, Di Yu touched his ears.

Did

you study history in your previous life, but you knew that this person was a famous columnist, so how could he still be a martial artist!

Di Yu continued to look down: "Yu

, I admired the sages, and occasionally obtained the fragments of the Central Plains "Sword Classic", and overseas, even collected several pages of fragments, exhausted more than 40 years of hard work, and finally restored the ancient "Sword Classic"!"

However, the sword scripture records that there is no learning, and only the three styles of the ghost valley are left, and the others cannot be examined.

"Since the Ghost Valley, there have also been martial arts people to supplement and fill, and they have been combined into three styles, a total of six styles. "

Passed to Yu, not self-sufficient, grinding and researching in the ghost valley kendo, combining decades of experience, and creating two more styles, attached to Jiwei. "

Since then, Guigu swordsmanship, a total of eight styles, has been passed on to people who are destined!"

"Yu Zheng said: Guigu's life is bright and fair, and the way of the sword is also righteous and awe-inspiring. Only by holding on to the right can you get the true essence

!" "Cautious! Cautious!" The

name below the inscription: Datang, Dugu's.

It turned out to be written by a person surnamed Dugu in the Tang Dynasty!

Di Yu frowned lightly. The meaning of this text shows that the "Guigu Sword Sutra" was destroyed in the era of Qin Shi Huang. A small number of them have been spread outside, and there are only three sword styles left in Guiguzi's own handwriting.

In later generations, there were many famous swordsmen, and the three styles were added. In the hands of this Datang Dugu clan, he created two more formulas.

Di Yu thought about it, and was about to continue reading, when he suddenly heard a strange sound under the water.

The middle-aged man at the bow of the ship asked coldly, "Who is it?"