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Now Zhang Heng couldn't figure out who it was.

Because he didn't know any swordsmen, if not to say he knew Yan Chixia.

This Broken Arm Swordsman...

Zhang Heng thought and thought, and looked at Yan Chixia with some uncertainty: "It can't be Xiahou Swordsman, right?"

Chapter 223: The heart of prevention is indispensable

"Xiahou swordsman?"

Yan Chixia froze for a moment.

He is too familiar with Xiahou swordsman. He was the number one god arrester in Kyushu in his early years, and he was dubbed the number one swordsman in the world.

The Xiahou swordsman was crazy about swords, and he came to him every three times to compete with swords, which made him very annoyed.

It's just that in the past year or so, I haven't heard any news about Xiahou Swordsman at all, and I thought he had given up his false fame and no longer clinging to appearances, so he was happy for a long time.

"Yes, it's Xiahou Swordsman."

Zhang Heng said, "More than a year ago, Xiahou swordsman came to Lanruo Temple to look for you. At that time, you were not there, so I came forward to fight with him. In the end, he lost to me."

"Before we parted, I saw him lost his mind, so I told him that I won because of the sword art. You and I practiced the ancient inheritance, but he used the mortal sword art. There is no superiority in Taoism, but there are skills. It is very difficult for him to defeat me with mortal swordsmanship."

"After hearing these words, he threatened to visit famous mountains and great rivers, seek immortals and Taoism, and compare himself with us after learning the immortal swordsmanship. It has been more than a year since he said this."

When Zhang Heng said this, he looked at Xu Hongru: "Is that middle-aged swordsman with thick eyebrows and big eyes, dressed in black?"

Xu Hongru replied, "Exactly."

Zhang Heng nodded: "Middle-aged people use swords and like to wear black clothes. They still come to me. They can only be Xiahou swordsmen."

After a slight pause, he said again: "I just don't know why he broke his arm. Thinking about it, he must have suffered a lot this year."

It is not so easy to search for immortals and visit Taoism.

In Zhang Heng's view, seeking immortality is like seeking a job.

If you go to the major companies to apply for a job by yourself, others will definitely not take you seriously. This is the worst policy.

The best strategy is to have an expert travel around, take a fancy to you, and take you as an apprentice, so that you are treated like a disciple.

And between the two, there is a middle strategy.

Zhang Heng was born in Zhongce, he didn't come to the door immediately to ask for a teacher, and he was not lucky enough to have someone who came to take the initiative to accept his apprentice.

Instead, enrich yourself first and build a family fortune.

When you are rich and powerful, it is too far away to say, at least the monks and sects in Xiaoqian world still value money. To eat is not.

Take Fa Hai as an example. Everyone praises him as the reincarnation of Arhat, but for only 3000 taels, Arhat can write an inscription for you and give you a vegetarian meal at noon.

If you go here ten times or eight times a month, you will be able to get acquainted, and be said: "Benefactor, you are here."

At this point, it would be difficult for him to say no to the matter of apprenticeship and cultivation of the Dharma.

Looking back, I will give you this cheat book, let you take it back and practice.

If it really works and the entry speed is so fast, can apprenticeship be a problem?

Of course, if you really don’t have enlightenment, you are not qualified to practice Buddhism.

Don't be discouraged, if you don't practice Buddhism, you won't be able to practice Taoism, and if you don't cultivate Taoism, you can become a sorcerer.

If the sorcerer still can't do it, then practice magic, practice martial arts, read books, cultivate awe-inspiring spirit, and if you can't...

Have you ever thought about giving up? In fact, it is good to be a rich man with a lot of wives and concubines.

"After traveling all night, I wanted to take a rest during the day, and then go to meet the old demon Cihang tomorrow."

"Looking at it now, it's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. It's better to visit early."

While talking, Yan Chixia looked at Zhang Heng and the two of them.

Zhang Heng also meant the same thing. He has achieved success in cultivation, and it is not a problem if he does not sleep for a few days.

The only thing I was worried about was that Ye Zhiqiu was flying for the first time today, and after flying with them all night, he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Don't look at me, I'm fine."

Ye Zhiqiu is a Daoist of the Kunlun School, if you lose, you don't lose, otherwise you will lose the face of the Kunlun School.

"Forget it, you'd better stay."

In fact, Zhang Heng didn't really want to take Ye Zhiqiu with him.

Because among the crowd, his strength is the weakest, and taking him with him is just a burden.

When Ye Zhiqiu came with them, it was more of a prestige, and he didn't need to put in much effort.

"I..."

Just as Ye Zhiqiu wanted to object, Zhang Heng waved his sleeves: "Meng Lai."

Bang! !

Ye Zhiqiu fell directly to the ground and fell asleep soundly.

"This..."

Xu Hongru, the master of Hengzhen Taoism, frowned slightly.

"With you, me, and Hero Yan here, Purdue Cihang will not be able to overcome the storm."

"In this case, Duoye Zhiqiu is not too many, and one less is quite a lot. You also know that he has a special status and represents the face of the Kunlun faction. Just to be on the safe side, why bother to let him come to this muddy water? A mistake, and we have to focus on taking care of him."

Zhang Heng said bluntly: "When we win in a while, let him lead the troops and pull the demon body of Purdue Cihang back to the capital. This journey will be enough for him."

"Makes sense."

Xu Hongru is not a fool if he can be a master of Taoism.

It is very clear that Ye Zhiqiu is here for gilding, so if you walk around like this, you can turn around and spread the word: "Ye Zhiqiu, a disciple of the Kunlun School, joined forces with Yan Chixia and others to kill Pudu Cihang in Lanruo Temple." "

The Spring and Autumn strokes are written in one stroke.

Regardless of the person concerned, what happened is not all based on making up, as long as the making up is good, most of the credit will fall on Ye Zhiqiu, and he will gain a lot of fame.

"Several of you, carry him to the backyard to take care of him."

Xu Hongru knew the elegant meaning after hearing the string song, and quickly called his disciples and disciples, and carried Ye Zhiqiu down.

As for Zhang Heng and the others.

He rushed to Lanruo Temple without breakfast.

As a result, when I came here, I saw that there were many people around the gate of Lanruo Temple.

When I asked, it turned out that Grandma Shu was organizing people to give porridge, and the porridge was served by poor people nearby. Some of them walked more than ten miles every day to pay for a bowl of porridge that could stand chopsticks and two nests. Wotou.

"It's really ironic that monsters give porridge to people."

Yan Chixia spoke to Zhang Heng half jokingly, half bitterly.

"The world is difficult. A bowl of porridge and two steamed buns are inconspicuous, but mixed with wild vegetables can last a day."

Zhang Heng is someone who has seen the famine, and his words are full of embarrassment: "For hungry people, let alone a bowl of porridge with two corn buns, even half a corn bun can kill."

There is an ancient saying that disaster victims are not people, but more like bandits.

Disaster relief is like suppressing bandits, and a large number of officers and soldiers must be dispatched.

If there is no powerful suppression, it is not uncommon for disaster relief to be smashed and looted. There are even rich households who provide disaster relief, but they are eventually looted and their lives are lost.

"These people!"

Zhang Heng walked into the temple.

I found that besides some ordinary people, there are also some little monsters busy here.

Looking at their clothes, they obviously have the style of Xihuang, and they look like the maids that Pudu Cihang brings with them.

"master."

Sensing Zhang Heng's arrival, Grandma Shu hurriedly appeared to greet her.

"Don't be too polite."

Zhang Heng looked around and asked, "Are these little demons who are helping out brought by Purdue Cihang?"

"Yes sir."

Granny Tree paused, and then said: "Yesterday afternoon, Pudu Cihang also pointed out some confusions in my practice, and it seems that it is not as vicious as the rumors say."

Look?

See if you can see something, there won't be so many handsome men in the biography of the courtier.

"When a man is about to die, his words are good."

"When a bird is about to perish, its song is also sad."

"No matter how you say it, Pudu Cihang can be regarded as a person who has attained the Tao, and the way of the demon is also the Tao."

"He stayed in Lanruo Temple, probably because he sensed that the catastrophe was coming, so he purposely stayed here to wait for us. Otherwise, with his foot strength, he wouldn't be able to go anywhere in the world."

Where there is a hero, there will be a villain.

Of course, the villain here is our subjective one.

Actually in reality, no one is black and white, mostly gray.

The same is true for Purdue Cihang.

It's all at the end of the mountain, and there are dozens of little demons who swear to follow him to the death, which shows that from the perspective of the Zhao royal family, Pudu Cihang is heinous, but from the perspective of the little demons, this king of demon kings still has merit of the place.

After all, when Shi Yuzhu went bankrupt, even his brother-in-law ran away.

But Purdue Cihang has dozens of little demons following him to the death, willing to live and die with him, which is rare.

Because even Zhang Heng is not sure how many of his subordinates can live and die with him.

"It's all here, don't stay outside."

was thinking.

The voice of Pudu Cihang came from the depths of the temple: "Come in and sit down, you probably have a lot to say to me, right?"

Zhang Heng and the others did not answer, and walked towards the place where the voice came from.

Arrived to have a look.

By the small lake, in the gazebo, there is a monk in white playing chess with a swordsman in black.

"Brother Xiahou!"

Yan Chixia cupped her hands to the black-clothed swordsman: "It's really you."

"Yan Chixia, long time no see."

The man in black is none other than Xiahou swordsman.

After not seeing him for more than a year, Zhang Heng found that his hair was gray in a bun, his face was covered with wind and frost, and the sleeve of his left hand was even more empty, as if he had been chopped off along with his left arm.

"Brother Xiahou, your arm?"

Compared with Purdue Cihang, Yan Chixia now obviously cares more about Xiahou Swordsman.

But he didn't want to, Xiahou swordsman was very happy when he saw it, and said with a smile: "When I was looking for immortals and visiting Taoism, I stumbled into an ancestor's cave by mistake. Although I lost an arm, it also made me completely reborn."

buzzing...

Accompanied by Xiahou swordsman's words, Zhang Heng's and Yan Chixia's swords buzzed at the same time, as if they were about to unsheath themselves.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng and Yan Chixia were secretly shocked.

You know, one of their swords is the Taiping Sword, and the other is the imitation Xuanyuan Sword made by the ancient sages, both of which belong to the list of divine swords.

Now, Xiahou swordsmen can use their voices to influence their swords. This is not something that can be achieved by practicing ordinary swordsmanship.

"Your sword..."

Yan Chixia looked at the sword Xia Houjian was carrying on her back, and frowned slightly: "It smells so bloody!"

"This sword is called the Heavenly Demon Sword."