I'm clearly a villain [Quick Transmigration]

Qi Mo was not fast enough, but he was also not as fast as that mysterious monster. His face was livid, and he just hugged the limp Ning Buliu into his arms, pulled out his sword with one hand, and swiped lightly in the direction of the jade coffin.

The sword in Qi Mo's hands actually produced a sense of order and peace, and the sword cut open a void, revealing a black gap.

The snake demon, which was invisible to the naked eye, could not make a sound, and with just such a light touch, a layer of shining golden threads fell from the front of the jade coffin.

The sealed monsters are the golden threads embedded in the jade coffin.

Ning Buliu was unconscious, so he didn't see Qi Mo's sword.Although there is only one sword, there is already a sword intent, and it has been heard.

His talent in kendo is even more terrifying than his talent in Buddhism.

Sanqi, who hadn't seen him for a long time, suddenly appeared, and his voice was a bit stuttering, "Would this be a bit of a disintegration..."

"No," Qi Mo replied, "That's the nature of the original owner."

He should be a natural swordsman, if he escapes into the Buddhist sect first and the Qi family is destroyed, then this matter will not stir up waves in his heart.

If he didn't know anything about family hatred, then the years are quiet, and he has always been the uncle of the little master of Qingjing Temple.

It's a pity that the original owner, that is, his current character design, doesn't touch the two.

He witnessed the massacre of his family and the death of his parents. Except for him, there was no one left alive in the Qi family.

The ancestral inheritance order in the family was taken away, but he was helpless. He was forced to enter the Qingjing Temple and was accepted by Juedeng.

The eight-year-old boy abandoned his sword and was released.

This is how demons breed.

The hatred was only suppressed by him, but it never disappeared.

It's like a jar of full-bodied wine, the longer the time, the more mellow the taste, and... more intoxicating.

This mellow wine that has been brewing in my heart for 12 years is enough to make people drunk for a while, even life and death.

After 12 years of devoting himself to cultivating Buddhism, it seems that he has let go of his hatred, so let him look away.But in fact, the moment he saw Du Jianranuo, he should have murdered him.

Because he had murderous intentions, his state of mind was out of balance.

Therefore, in this inheritance, he was able to do a series of wrong things uncontrollably, and finally abandoned the sword, willing to use his own body to save the world's creatures.

Wrong, this person, from the very beginning, was wrong.

Qi Mo could only go on being wrong like this.

The tacit understanding between Sanqi and Qi Mo is very high, he naturally understood Qi Mo's thoughts, paused, and said: "...Now, I can't help you with many things, you have to be careful."

Qi Mo smiled slightly and said, "Of course."

He put Ning Buliu on his back, held the sword in one hand, and with one stroke of the sword, he immediately blasted the barrier in front of him into a pile of rubble.

He ignored the jade coffin, followed the influence of his memory, and searched for the place Du Jianran promised to go.

……

Ning Buliu fell asleep and slept very deeply.

Qi Mo took his pulse and gave him a pill to temporarily suppress the toxicity. Even so, when he woke up, a lot of time had passed.

No matter how handsome a monk is, with his extraordinary appearance and upturned butt, with a wine gourd hanging around his neck, a tattered long sword in his hand, and a limp person on his back, his image is not good. Where did you go.

Ning Buliu woke up very hard.

His whole body was numb and weak, and he was sore and unbearably sore as if he had been crushed by a boulder.His neck seemed to have turned into a stone, making it impossible for him to even raise his face.The eyelids were firmly stuck together, as if they were about to open, they could only open a gap with a sword.

With his back on his back, Qi Mo walked very steadily.There is still half a gourd of wine in the wine gourd, and there is a clear sound of water shaking.

Ning Buliu worked hard for a long time, and finally said "Hmm". Qi Mo heard his voice, paused for a while, and turned to whisper: "Buliu?"

The tone was extremely gentle.

Before Ning Buliu realized this change, he tried to hold back the word "um", and Qi Mo put him off his back.

Ning Buliu leaned against the stone wall, his eyes could only open a gap, he said: "...water."

Qi Mo took off the wine gourd, fed him a sip of wine, and carefully supported his chin so that the wine wouldn't flow down and onto his clothes.

Ning Bu drank this sip of wine, and suddenly felt that he was alive and had some strength in his body.He asked weakly: "I am, poisoned...?"

Qi Mo lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, it's the poison of that monster. I have little knowledge, so I can't tell what kind of poison it is... I can only suppress it for you."

Ning Buliu raised his hand with difficulty, covered his face, and said sullenly: "If you are all ignorant...there are not many learned people in this world. It's really bad luck."

Qi Mo said: "Don't be afraid, the antidote is definitely in this inheritance, and I will find it."

Ning Buliu waved his hand and said: "What's the use of finding it..." He paused, took a breath, and then continued: "If you find it, this inheritance should be gone."

Will not.

Qi Mo's eyes flickered slightly, and when the words came to his lips, he said: "Then let's go quickly."

Ning Buliu let out an "ah" and said, "Wait, wait, give me another sip."

Qi Mo had no choice but to feed him some more wine and said, "Don't get drunk."

Ning Buliu said: "Don't worry, I have been soaked in wine jars since I was a child, I can't get drunk."

While talking, he hiccupped and immediately covered his mouth.

Qi Mo: "..."

Qi Mo had no choice but to sigh and continue walking forward.

They still haven't left the palace yet, but they have already walked out of the corridor.

At this time, the place where they walked was a place that looked like a palace.

There are high red walls on both sides, jade paving, and a bright starry sky on the top of the wall.

The starry sky is of course fake, there are countless spirit stones and meteorites inlaid on the top of this canopy, creating a brilliant night.

Ning Buliu said, "Where have we been..."

Qi Mo said: "I don't know, if you keep walking along the road, there should be a place."

On this high red wall, countless figures wielding long swords are also engraved.Looking closely, it seems that they seem to have gotten into their brains, wielding their long swords tirelessly, and disappearing after finishing a set of sword skills.

Qi Mo secretly memorized the sword technique, Ning Buliu also felt this, silently looked at the wall for a while, and sighed: "Oh, it's really difficult."

At this moment, he deeply regretted that he had never practiced swordsmanship well, and tried to memorize the swordplay, but he also missed the point.

Qi Mo said: "Look slowly, don't be in a hurry. The carvings on this road are all this set of swordsmanship."

In fact, being able to understand this sword technique is pretty good.True immortal swords, each sword has countless mysteries, it is a peerless ultimate move.

If you really comprehend it, you can even surpass the third-order beheading power.

This set of sword techniques is actually just one sword.The real immortal simplifies it into complex, and then simplifies it, in order to facilitate future generations to comprehend.

And if you can comprehend it, the benefits will naturally be indispensable.

Ning Buliu didn't know these things yet, he tried his best to imprint the sword technique in his mind, his palms were itchy, and he wanted to draw the sword and swing it, but he was unable to do it because of his body and the current timing.

Hearing his long sighs, Qi Mo couldn't help laughing, and turned another way.

Ning Buliu stopped sighing and turned to memorize the new sword technique.

However, this time, they were a bit unlucky.Qi Mo hadn't walked for long when he felt a sudden vibration behind him, and the crisp sound of hooves falling on the jade bricks was undisguised.

Ning Buliu was put down by Qi Mo and protected behind him, and said: "Wow, what is it?"

Qi Mo said: "It's the experienced monsters specially placed by the real immortal. These monsters... are not good things."

Ning Buliu frowned and said: "Didn't you abstain from killing...you broke the precept?"

Qi Mo was silent for a long time, and with a soft "hmm", he slowly pulled out Ning Buliu's sword, and said: "A Buddha cultivates compassion, but a real immortal can practice swords."

Swords are used to kill.

These monsters are not considered human beings, and they are also sinful.But judging from the Buddha's view that all things are equal, the difference is not far behind.

Ning Buliu was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth, but for some reason, a bitter taste suddenly came from his heart.He nana said: "You...will you be punished?"

Qi Mo shook his head, didn't speak, he didn't know if he would be punished rather than liu, he only heard him say: "Buliu, watch."

As soon as his words fell, the monster rushed out from the fork, revealing its appearance.

It was a two-person cow with red eyes and a tall back. It was covered in green skin with blood on its head and half a piece of blood-stained cloth on its horn.

Ning Buliu's face changed slightly, he said: "It eats people!"

Qi Mo was calm and composed. After a short period of sprinting, the barbaric bull was as fast as thunder, and within a few breaths, it rushed to Qi Mo's body!

"Stupid monk!" Ning Buliu was terrified, seeing Qi Mo standing there still, he couldn't help crying out anxiously.

The sharp ox horn is close at hand, and it seems that it can be inserted into Qi Mo's heart in an instant, pushing him away.

Qi Mo is completely different from Ning Buliu's anxiety, he has an almost indifferent calmness.

The monk moved his arm slightly and swung a sword.

Instead of the kind of compassion that could save sentient beings, his face showed a kind of cold and merciless indifference.

Ning Buliu stared blankly.

At this moment, all bulls, inheritances, and plans for revenge all flew out of the sky with the movements of the monk.

There is a special rhythm on his body, and every inch of his body changes can arouse the resonance of Dao!

That sword seems to be extremely fast, but also seems to be extremely slow.

It seems to be extremely sharp, but it also seems to be soft and weak.

There are countless changes in it, it seems that it is just a child's sword, and there are countless flaws that can be broken.But if you look at it carefully, you will feel that the flaws around him are not flaws, and there is a mellow and comfortable atmosphere.

This is not a cumbersome and elegant sword move, it is extremely simple and fast, but because it fits the Dao, it reveals an indescribable rhythm.

nice.

It is beautiful.

Ning Buliu watched Qi Mo draw his sword back into its sheath in a daze, his movements were neat and neat, his lips moved slightly, and said: "Silly monk, you are so beautiful..."

Qi Mo: "..."