I bent the devil

A hundred years ago, there appeared in the martial arts world a stunningly beautiful person, young and very sick, who came slowly from outside the customs with a knife boy, and challenged various sects along the way without losing a single one.

The most important thing is that no matter whether it is a famous family or a master who has been famous for many years, he can't do a hundred tricks in his hands. He is always dressed in elegant Tsing Yi, and his face is pale and unhealthy like a person who has been ill for a long time. Ze, elegant and refined, is like a sick and weak Confucian scholar, sent by the people of the rivers and lakes to the nine sons.

Because when he entered the Central Plains to challenge various sects, he made a good friend and joked that "life is unsatisfactory, ten out of ten. My words...maybe it's the 'nine'".He said that all his luck in this life has been spent on the martial arts and swordsmanship that he has unintentionally cultivated.I sighed that if I could, I would rather have a healthy body and live a life of picking chrysanthemums and seeing Nanshan leisurely under the eastern fence.

My friend asked, why not try to find a good doctor for treatment, but use the last time to do this kind of thing that has no objection at all?

Ninth Young Master smiled, "I have never used this martial art since I learned it. Although it was something I pondered over on the sick bed, if I never used it and was taken to the grave, wouldn't there be no objection?" ?”

This is actually the martial arts and swordsmanship that he honed up in the sickbed! ?And the most important thing is that Jiu Gongzi only started martial arts after the weak crown.When he came from outside the pass, he was only 22 years old.

In less than two years, the world-shocking, peerless martial arts that beat all the invincible hands in the world!This is something that people in Jianghu have dreamed of all their lives.

And these are about to be brought into the grave by this seriously ill man who has only three months left to live!

...In that case...why not give it to me? !

The human heart is the most unpredictable thing in this world.It is like the sky, it will show a transparent and pure blue at one moment, and turn into darkness with dark clouds rolling and thunder rumbling the next moment.

Nine sons.He was tricked into going to Qionglin Mountain by his only friend, and was besieged by masters from various sects.Fight to the death.

...this is really...

The Ninth Young Master with Wenze eyebrows is no longer gentle and elegant as usual, with the appearance of a gentle Confucian scholar. He is dressed in azure Confucian robes and is on the edge of the cliff, being blown by the mountain wind whizzing up the cliff. When the thunderstorm is approaching, the dark clouds Under the rolling sky that was too low, she smiled slightly.

That pale but outstanding face actually gave people a feeling of peerless elegance. Compared with the tragic stumps and broken arms scattered around him, he was like a demon with a gentle and elegant appearance.Let the remaining masters of various factions who suffered heavy losses dare not step forward easily.

In their eyes, there was fear and hatred for the strength of the Ninth Young Master, but they also yearned for and greedy for his strength.

...if you have it yourself...

If you own it!

* In front of you, there are few people who can defeat you.Even Shaolin, who is known to be merciful as a martial arts school, is no exception. The abbot just stood there mercifully, closing his eyes for a long time, facing the masters who rushed up together again and tried to capture the ninth son alive with the crowd tactics. He chanted 'Amitabha Buddha'.

It is simply impossible for the body of Jiu Gongzi to last that long. After beheading all the famous masters who don't pay attention to the morals of the world at all, but have all kinds of benevolence, morality and righteousness on weekdays, he finally couldn't hold back and took half a step back , stepping on the edge of the cliff, caused the loose rocks to roll down, and fell silently into the black sky, and you can't see the bottom when you look down, as if you can lead to hell all the way.

The elegant young man covered his mouth and coughed gently, and wiped away the coughed up blood with his sleeves, but his pale, cherry-colored lips turned red now.

Like a flashback.

Warm brown eyes that were always smiling sighed at the young man standing beside his father, looking at him with a complicated expression.

That was the only friend he recognized, and the one who sent him to Huangquan Road now.

Really...

The mountain wind was blowing, messing up Jiu Gongzi's hair, which was neatly arranged behind him, but the faint, lazy tone of his body, which was not too sad for anything, remained unchanged.

Even if he is now in a mess and covered in blood.

When I die, the last thing I see is you.

He remembered that he said that to the young man jokingly.

……it is good.

Although the oath came true, it was really different from what I thought.

Ninth Young Master pursed his smile, and couldn't help thinking, life is really unsatisfactory out of ten, I... really all my luck was spent on this martial arts and swordsmanship~

The feeling of being burned by fire just now has gradually disappeared, and the strength in the body is gradually unable to lift up, as if it is about to burn out, leaving only gray and white.

This is an omen of impending doom.

"...Originally, I wanted to leave these to you before I was about to die." Jiu Gongzi smirked, looking at the young man's ugly face after hearing it, he was inexplicably pleased, but more It is pain.

It's a pity...you didn't wait until the end.

Without looking at anyone, the young man who was dressed in a Confucian uniform and who seemed to be alone from outside the pass, who didn't seem to take anything with him, turned lightly in the air and disappeared on the cliff in an instant.

And he never showed up.

In the end, he still brought his astonishing martial arts and swordsmanship into the grave, and after astonishing the entire martial arts world, he disappeared again.

Just like his azure robe, it is like the faint azure color on the horizon after the rain, which only appears briefly in dreams.

Dan has been following his book boy Xiaoba, but disappeared without a trace.

So far, the Ninth Young Master who had only appeared in the world for half a year, but caused a bloody storm, disappeared in Qiongyun Mountain.

Who would have thought that the martial arts and sword that had amazed everyone and made the entire martial arts world go crazy were placed in front of Song Qingyi.

At this moment, Song Qingyi is 17 years old.