The heavens start from Maoshan

"But I'm different from him. The deeds of an expert tell me that nothing can be without money, so I want to be a rich Yan Chixia. Whether it's helping people to pay bills or seeking revenge, I will help anyone who gives me money. Whoever does things, I won't be as stupid as him."

This can be seen.

Yan Shi's death dealt a great blow to Yan Chixia.

He felt that if Yan Shi hadn't been chased away by himself, Yan Shi wouldn't have died outside.

Because of this guilt, Yan Chixia did not survive the catastrophe of inner demons, and sat down under the big Buddha of Lanruo Temple.

"If you plant flowers, you will reap flowers, and if you sow beans, you will reap beans."

Zhang Heng thought in his heart: "Yan Chixia's fate is not difficult to change. As long as Yan Shi's fate is changed, his fate can be changed. Today, I have accepted the feeling of accepting the sword and reciprocated it. I should plan for her." One or two, don't sit idly by."

"Master!"

was thinking.

A young man wearing bamboo armor and holding an ax stood on the street waving to this side.

When Yan Chixia saw it, a smile appeared on her face, and she introduced, "This is my apprentice, Yan Shi."

"Master, I said, why didn't you wait for me? It turned out that you reserved a seat here and bought so many delicious food."

Yan Shi hurried in, and seeing the table full of food, he couldn't help it: "Master, life is not going to be over in the future, with such a big table, let's break up after eating?"

"What nonsense!"

Yan Chixia greeted Yan Shi to sit down, and said, "This is Zhang Heng, Cultivator Zhang, don't you want to learn my Xuanyuan Sword Art? It just so happens that Cultivator Zhang uses a sword. I think he is someone who can be trusted." , I am going to hand over my sword formula to him, lest the Xuanyuan sword technique be lost."

When Yan Shi heard this, he was not surprised but delighted: "Master, I said long ago that you should find someone to teach the sword formula. You always find it troublesome. I didn't expect you to be enlightened today."

"It's not about getting enlightened, but because I'm afraid that what I'm entrusted with will not be human."

Yan Chixia's gaze fell on the Taiping Sword: "Cultivator Zhang is the owner of this Taiping Divine Sword. I see people with the sword, and I decided not to wait any longer."

Yan Shi didn't care about Xuanyuan Jianjue, otherwise he wouldn't know how to play with an axe.

Hearing Yan Chixia's words, he laughed and poured wine for the two of them, and said bluntly, "Master, I want to ask you for a leave of absence later, and I want to visit a friend in the afternoon."

"go Go."

Yan Chixia didn't care.

On the other hand, Zhang Heng couldn't help but glance at Yan Shi.

In the towns of Yanshi and Shiliting, Xiaowen, a girl who sells purses and dolls, is a childhood sweetheart.

Every time he came back, he had to buy a lot of dolls in the town. In fact, he already had hundreds of such dolls.

It's a pity, if it develops according to the plot.

Yan Shi feels inferior and dare not confess to Xiaowen.

As for Xiaowen, she was also interested in Yan Shi, but she was cowardly and did not dare to fight against her family. In the end, her parents, who were blinded by money, married Wang Yuanwai from the neighboring Guobei County as a concubine.

On the way to get married, Xiao Wen was robbed by the Nine-Tails Demon King and turned into the bride's servant ghost next to the Demon King, which opened the prelude to Yan Shi's pursuit of the Nine-Tails Demon King for revenge and Yan Chixia's participation in the war.

of course.

That is the plot of the fairy in the picture.

Here, the Nine-Tailed Demon King has been wounded by Zhang Heng, so don't come out to meet people without Yue.

The same reason.

Zhang Heng wanted to change the fate of Yan Shi and Yan Chixia, so naturally he would not ignore it.

Chapter 174: Changing Fate

"Excalibur has a spirit, the difficulty is to resonate with it."

"I want to pass on your Xuanyuan Sword Art. There are three layers. The first layer is inspiration, that is, learning to communicate with the divine sword, so that you can command it like an arm."

"Your Taiping sword is full of spirituality, and can even be used as an early warning for divine weapons."

"From this point of view, the level of inspiration is not difficult for you."

"And above the inspiration, it is Yujian."

"As the name suggests, you don't use your hands, but use your mind and mana to control the sword, let it attack in the way you want, and even perform sword skills."

"Practice to the depths, driven by the mind, pointed by the sword, if your magic power is strong enough, you can cut mountains and rocks, cut rivers and rivers, and take the head of a person thousands of miles away is just an easy task."

"As for Yujian, it's divided swords."

"As the saying goes, borrowing fakes to cultivate the real, the fake can become the real, why can't one sword become ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, until infinity."

Yan Chixia untied the sword case: "I only have one sword in this sword case, but I can make a fake come true, and the swords fly together, flying out hundreds of swords to kill the enemy, and even use these swords to make swords Array.

Although it is said that the power of the fake sword transformed from fake to real cannot be compared with the main sword, but it is no problem to use it to clean up miscellaneous soldiers and form a sword formation.

This is why I am clearly alone, occupying the mountain as the king, and the Nine-Tailed Demon King who has thousands of demon soldiers, is very afraid of me.

It made me anxious, a hundred swords flew together, one man formed an army, thousands of monster soldiers confronted me, most of them would be lost in an instant. "

Zhang Heng thought about it for a while.

In A Chinese Ghost Story 2, when Yan Chixia faced the thousand-year-old centipede, hundreds of flying swords frightened the sky, and forming an army by one person is no joke.

At this point, ordinary people are more or less enough to kill.

That is to say, in the world of Liaozhai, if it is replaced by a low-level horror world like Resident Evil, it is not a problem for one person to liberate a city.

Yu Jian went out today and returned after killing tens of thousands of zombies.

Tomorrow Yujian will go out and kill tens of thousands.

Within ten days, most of the zombies in a city can be killed, and a legend of "Liao Zhai Sword Immortal in Biochemistry" can be written.

"A hundred swords fly together!"

Zhang Heng was full of longing.

Hundreds are thousands, thousands are thousands.

One hundred thousand, one million, ten million, hundreds of millions.

I dare not say it is endless, but it is really to the point where the sword turns into billions, and it may not be a problem to kill a world's creatures with a single thought.

"Is Xuanyuan Sword Art strong?"

Noticing Zhang Heng's expression, Yan Chixia smiled: "Come on, let me teach you the formula first."

Three days in a blink of an eye.

Taiping sword is a first-class divine sword, full of spirituality.

The level of inspiration was crossed by Zhang Heng in just three days, thus forming a spiritual connection with the sword.

But at this stage of Yujian, it is not so easy.

There are many places that need to be adjusted. As the saying goes, shallow inspiration, deep sword, and endless learning are divided swords.

Half a month down.

Zhang Heng only made it within ten steps, allowing the sword to come out of its sheath to slash or stab straight. If it exceeded ten steps, the sword would be wobbly and difficult to control.

"Sword out of its sheath!"

Zhang Heng stretched out his hand and pointed.

The Taiping sword flew out of the scabbard in an instant, and the tip of the sword moved forward, hovering beside Zhang Heng.

"go with!"

Zhang Heng pointed to the target ten steps away.

The Taiping sword got the command, broke out through the air, and slashed across the neck of the humanoid target, and the straw man's head fell to the ground in the next second.

"The sword is in its sheath!"

Zhang Heng pulled his finger back.

The Taiping sword flew back with a whoosh, circled around Zhang Heng, and thrust it into the scabbard on the back.

"Brother Zhang, you are still practicing your ten-step flying sword!"

In order to get Yan Chixia's advice.

These days, Zhang Heng has been staying in Wumenju, and he has become acquainted with Yan Shi.

Hearing the joke, Zhang Heng looked back.

I saw Yan Shi coming bouncingly, holding a purse in her hands, embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water on the purse.

"If you don't accumulate steps, how can you reach a thousand miles?"

"What you see now is a ten-step flying sword, but it will not stay at ten steps forever. When I fly ninety thousand miles with one sword and cut off all the stars and fall to the sky, others will only see my success."

As Zhang Heng said, he glanced at Yan Shi with a smirk on his face: "Going to Xiaowen's again?"

After finishing speaking, he shook his head: "It's just a purse, as for laughing like this?"

"Brother Zhang, you don't understand this."

Yan Shi held up the purse, and said triumphantly: "Although this is just a purse, it is not an ordinary purse. Look at the pattern on it, mandarin ducks playing in the water. Xiaowen specially showed it to me."

Zhang Heng did not answer.

With a finger in his hand, the Taiping sword was unsheathed again.

Brush brush.

On the wall of Wumenju, several lines of poems were left.

Zhang Heng left his name without a home.

"Where do you learn to ride the wind and control the sword? There is my teacher in Wumenju."

"The sun and the moon hang the Xuanyuan sword, half of the universe is peaceful."

"Chizi Ye Mengtian fairy, dare to ask the king to borrow a flower."

"Lover will get married in the end, don't miss the spring and miss the old friend."

Finished.

Zhang Heng put his sword back into its sheath, picked up the wine gourd and took a sip.

aside.

Yan Shi took a closer look, clapped his hands and applauded: "Good poem, Xuanyuan Sword Jue, Wumenju, Xuanyuan Sword, Taiping Sword, I, Master, Xiaowen, Brother Zhang, you, and Daojun, several lines of poems are displayed on the paper superior."

Zhang Heng said: "It is said that if you are close to vermilion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black. I met a scholar, and my knowledge also greatly improved."

After talking and laughing.

Zhang Heng regained his seriousness, and said to Yan Shi: "Did you hear that a matchmaker is delivering coal to Xiao Wen?"

Yan Shi was stunned when he heard it: "Really?"

"This is fake!"

Zhang Heng thought for a while and said: "I have already inquired about it. The matchmaker is a matchmaker for Wang Yuanwai of Guobei County. Wang Yuanwai is forty-seven this year, older than Xiaowen's father, and has a regular wife at home. There are six concubines, and Xiao Wen can only be the eighth child."

"But Xiaowen's parents are very happy with this marriage, because Wang Yuanwai is willing to hire two."

"Xiaowen's parents are greedy for money. If you don't do anything, Xiaowen will be married into the Wang family at the latest within a month or so."

Yan Shi's mind was shocked, and he was confused: "What should I do?"

"The mountains and rivers are still there, and the sky has not yet fallen, so don't panic!"

Zhang Heng had already made up his mind, and asked, "Do you like Xiaowen and want to marry her? Does Xiaowen like you too?"

Yan Shi smiled wryly: "Brother Zhang, if I didn't like Xiaowen, why would I go to the town to guard her every day and watch her sell purses? If she didn't like me, why would she give me a purse for playing in the water?"

Zhang Heng nodded: "Then it's easy to handle, just look at me."

The next day.

Zhang Heng approached Yan Chixia and told him that Yan Shi had a sweetheart, and that his sweetheart was about to marry someone else.

Yan Chixia looked helpless.

Yan Shi would go out to find a friend every three days, so how could he not know who that friend was.