I am immortal

"We did nothing wrong back then."

The old man got drunk, had enough food for the first time in seven years, and slept peacefully for the first time. Then he never opened his eyes again, and died in his sleep. He was called an old monster by the children in the village. When the old man died, his face became calmer, his expression became much calmer, and his messy eyebrows relaxed.

The ferocious face, which seemed to have been bitten on one side by some monster, also became peaceful.

"Oh, what a pity."

"Someone came to find him, but the old monster disappeared at this time."

Some people in the village sighed like this.

"Look at that face, even the wrinkles are not that deep. It must be this young man who promised to take him out, and then he felt happy in his heart. When he was happy, he put things down, but it was not good. There are things in my heart, and I think about something every day, and I can still hold a breath, but I put down the things in my heart and drank too much, and then I went away."

"It's such a pity that we were about to enjoy the blessing."

"Yeah, what a shame."

People said this with regrets in their mouths.

The old village manager was also very sorry, but he was also kind-hearted and helped to take care of this old weirdo's funeral.

The young Taoist stayed here to complete the posthumous affairs for the remaining cavalry captain. The money he had on him was not enough to buy a coffin, so he returned to the Mingzhen Taoist Alliance and exchanged the elixir for the money in the world. , and then asked the carpenter in the village to prepare the coffin. The old man put on clean clothes and 'sleeped' in the coffin.

He seemed to be hanging on a cliff, but he still refused to give in. He held on for dear life and was determined to see the result. When he finally saw what he wanted to see, he finally let go and left. He remained. I wrote a suicide note. It was very simple. It said that when I died, I could just be buried in the mountain. But there was one thing -

It should be facing the direction of the capital.

Everyone else sighed, he was indeed a former warrior, he was indeed loyal and brave.

Next to it is an iron knight's waist badge, which is made of iron and wood inlaid with copper, with words cast on it in silver.

On the one hand, loyalty is recorded, and on the other hand, courage is recorded.

The young man touched it and found that the loyal side was already covered with scratches, with the word "kill the thief" written all over it. It had long since become disfigured. The word "brave" seemed to have been touched countless times and had been smoothed out. The old man was buried. One day, the old village leader looked at it with emotion, took out a wine flask from his arms, and said: "I have been drinking the worst wine for seven years, and today is here. I want to open your eyes."

"Just to make you laugh, little brother, this was originally prepared for me."

"I said he drank stinky wine, and he laughed at me for not drinking good wine. How could I hold back such anger, so I asked my son to buy me this bottle of wine in Fucheng, but it's good wine. I plan to After I got it back, I took some time to open his eyes, and I thought of all the ways in my mind, "Hey, I'm not afraid of your jokes, and sometimes I am happy just thinking about it."

"I thought I must let him see the world and embarrass himself, so that I can vent my anger."

"But when he left so suddenly, I felt it was boring and felt empty inside."

"I always feel like I've never had any good wine in my life. It's such a shame."

The old man poured the wine down.

Then he smiled sheepishly and left on crutches.

The young Taoist took the waist badge and buried it together with the wine.

Just as he wished in his suicide note, he was buried on the mountain, facing the direction of the capital. The young Taoist seemed to be able to see the lion-like eyes widening, staring in that direction, and refused to let go until his death. , but did not leave a name, and did not need any so-called tombstone, but was buried in Qingshan.

After the burial, there were some other things to do. When Qi Wuhuo helped clean up the old man's house, he discovered that although the old man with a broken leg had been pawning various things for seven years and switching to drinking wine to get drunk, he was still There was only one relic left, and the old man was surprised and said: "This old man really still misses something... Little brother, come and help me..."

"Hiss, why is this thing so heavy!"

The old village chief shouted from inside the house.

After Qi Wuhuo went in, he found that the old man was dragging a box.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand to hold it, but it felt extremely heavy. Even he lowered his wrist slightly and raised his eyebrows slightly.

It is a special state to have all three talents in Taoism.

Moreover, his essence came from the [Great Yellow Court of Heaven], plus he spent a year meditating day and night in the stars where the sun rises and the moon sets to replenish the foundation. In terms of strength, it is already extremely strong, and even he feels heavy, so you can tell The weight of this thing was pulled outside in one breath, and the box was opened. It was broad daylight, but an indescribable cold air was felt, soaking in like water.

The old lieutenant couldn't help but shudder.

It was a sword, a broad sword. The blade of an ordinary sword was only three fingers wide, but this sword was a full palm wide.

The sword is quite heavy.

For ordinary swordsmanship, which is light and agile and focuses on picking and stabbing, this sword is undoubtedly inappropriate.

Qi Wuhuo practiced the "Hunyuan Sword Code". It can be seen at a glance that this is a strange sword. It does not use tricks such as picking and slashing, but wide open and close, with chopping as the core. If it uses the mount's The strength is strong and sharp, weighing several thousand kilograms or even tens of thousands of kilograms, running at high speed, and then slashing with the momentum, and the monster beast cannot resist.

The old man held his knees and gasped for air: "Huh, huh, huh..."

"This old guy didn't expect that there was such a thing left."

"I thought he had mortgaged everything."

"For such a heavy sword, even if he just sold it for iron, the money would be enough for him to drink the best wine in our village until he died. He didn't even touch it. It seems like this thing is really important to him." The old lieutenant stretched out his hand to touch the sword, but it seemed as if he was stabbed by something. Before he touched it, he felt severe pain in his wrist and subconsciously pulled it back.

He seemed to hear someone roaring in his ears. The old man was so startled that his mind shook and he quickly looked around.

"Hmm? What's the sound?"

"Did I hear wrongly?"

Qi Wuhuo moved his fingers slightly and used the Fearless Seal to calm the old man's panic.

He follows his own way, and no matter what the Buddhist method is, he can use it for me.

The old man's mood calmed down, and he just thought that he had heard wrongly. He quickly put the matter behind him. He chatted with Qi Wuhuo for a while, and finally patted the young Taoist on the shoulder and said with emotion. : "This sword is his relic. You are a good boy. You didn't do anything to harm him, but you helped him see him off. This sword should be given to you."

"Don't look at me old man. I'm old and my eyes are not blind."

"If it's his former relatives who come, hey, they won't even want to come in our village."

The old man smiled lonely:

"Thank you."

"Let the old guy finally drink a comfortable drink and have a good sleep."

The chief patted him on the shoulder and left on crutches.

The young Taoist watched the old man leave, squatted down, and touched the sword with his fingers. He also felt the illusion of being pricked by thousands of fine needles. When he touched the sword for the first time, he subconsciously took it back. He paused for a moment, stretched out his hand again, brushed his palm over the blade of the sword, and felt the extremely rich energy bred in it. In his ears, he felt as if he could hear the roar of thousands of troops shouting in unison, and he could hear roars one after another.

Brushing it from the edge of the sword to the hilt, the five fingers were clasped together.

There was a pause.

Using his arms, he suddenly lifted the sword.

Zheng! ! !

The sound of low-pitched swords exploded.

Layers of dust rippled around.

The blade of the sword swayed, and Qi Wuhuo used his arms to lift the sword directly until it was parallel to the ground. The sword was placed horizontally in front of him. The sword was bright and seemed to be touched often. He felt like he saw the veteran touching the sword while drunk every night. Qi Wuhuo looked at the scene of howling and the young man's eyes reflected in the sword, and it seemed to him that he was still the child who had walked through hell on earth at the age of nine.

After a moment of silence, he held the sword in his right hand and raised his left hand.

He bit his fingertips and wrote on the sword body with blood from his fingertips.

【Edict】!

Before the chaos, Taichi Lingwen.

In an instant, the aura exploded, and Qi Wulu's clothes swayed. It seemed that it was inspired by this word. He heard shouts and screams in his ears. The young Taoist closed his eyes slightly, as if he saw many changes in the past. It’s like seeing countless sentient beings in this mortal world, many regrets, and many attachments——

'Amitabha, my disciple broke the precept today...'

'Senior brother, senior brother, my leg is broken... you go, you go! ’

'Help, help us, Master, help us...'

‘Conquer the devil, vanquish the devil! ’ ‘The noble being of the Immortal Way can save countless people. Disciples of the Sword Sect, draw your sword! ’

'Without killing, there is no way to save life. Amitabha, all the ancestors and disciples are going to break the tribulation of killing today...'

‘To stop killing by killing, you will fall into eternal purgatory and be abandoned by the Buddha. ’

‘In this way, the disciple abandons the Buddha’

‘The Immortal Way cherishes life, kills life to protect life, in a single thought, this is also the way of Taoism. ’

The sounds were so complicated that the young Taoist's movements were much slower. Although they were slow, they still kept going. In the end, the low roar, the unwillingness to die, and the mixed sounds disappeared, leaving only the almost sobbing sound. Bloody roar:

‘Kill the thief, kill the thief! ! ’

‘Kill the thief! ! ! ’

This is the final touch of the imperial edict.

A qi machine spread out.

All famous swords are meant to channel spirits, and are not just weapons for killing people. Only those that carry the souls of mortal beings and past regrets can be called weapons. Otherwise, they are just ordinary things.

The young Taoist opened his eyes and said: "Kill the thief..."

The long sword in his palm suddenly swept across and slashed vertically, but it was all killing and killing, like a long-suppressed roar. Finally, he took back the sword, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pressed the blade against the ground, as if making a salute, and said:

"Seven years ago, thank you very much."

"After seven years, it's time to hand it over to me."

With a shake of his wrist, the sword roared like a dragon's roar, and its body was like clear spring water. The young Taoist put it in the sword box behind his back.

There is still energy left on this sword.

Write the name in cloud seal script.

"The name of the sword kills thieves!"

After everything here is over.

Qi Wuhuo opened the door and left. The neighbors watched the young Taoist close the door, and watched him close the fence with a rusty iron chain and lock. They asked curiously: "Speaking of which, how can we do these days?" Thank you for your help, little brother, but I still don’t know what your relationship is with this old weirdo, I mean, with this old man?”

"relation?"

The young Taoist thought for a moment and replied:

"I am [their] old friend."

"Oh, that's it...Old friend, no wonder, no wonder."

"Huh? That's not right."

"Them? Strange, isn't there only one person living here?"

It took the neighbor a while to react and wanted to ask.

But the young Taoist priest had already gone away, drifting further and further away, and could no longer be seen.

Wearing a Taoist robe, wooden hairpin with black hair, and a sword box behind his back.

There are two swords in this sword box. The first sword was the sword of the mortal soldiers. It was picked up when I was nine years old. It was made of hundreds of forged iron. It was three feet and three inches long and had a round handle. I once relied on it to survive and not die in a major disaster; The two-mouthed sword is named to kill thieves, and its name is engraved in cloud seal. It is four feet and one inch long. It corresponds to cause and effect here, connects with the world of mortals, and becomes a spiritual treasure.

"Everyone's [Wish], Qi Wulu..."

"No……"

The young Taoist's left hand hangs down, his right hand is raised, the middle finger and ring finger of the palm are bent inward, and the thumb presses the tips of the middle finger and ring finger.

Determined by enlightenment.

"Pindao, Supreme Master Xuanwei, I'll take it."