I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

The first volume of the Sword Classic is both a set of sword techniques and a volume of exercises.

Thirty-six sword moves, combined with body movements, practice sword practice while exercising your skin, muscles and bones.

After finishing reading the Book of Changes, he closed his eyes and meditated, practicing the thirty-six sword techniques in a loop in his mind. The inside of his body trembled slightly, simulating the exercise of the skin.

In an instant, the skin refining was completed and he reached the ninth level of martial arts.

Zhang Cheng thought Zhou Yi was thinking hard, so he drank and consoled him.

"Although the first volume of the Sword Classic has been widely circulated, it is not a mysterious secret technique, but it is a classic that has been tempered many times. It is not easy to get started with practice..."

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, Zhou Yi had completed the meat and bone refining, and had perfected the first volume of the Sword Classic.

"Brother Zhang, is there any way to obtain the second and third volumes of the Sword Classic?"

"You are so ambitious! If you can complete the first volume within ten years and reach the seventh level of martial arts, I will risk my life and pass on the second volume to you!"

"It's a deal!"

Zhouyi decided to wait for five or six years, and then show off his cultivation a little bit, so he prostituted the second volume for free.

…

The moon is at the zenith.

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Zhou Yi was practicing swordplay in the courtyard holding the Ziying Sword.

brush! brush! brush!

The thirty-six sword techniques are continuous, and the moves are smooth and flowing, making it easy to master.

The body jumped up and down, the sword light surrounded the surroundings, and the moonlight reflected it, like a silver dragon flying in the courtyard.

The tenth time, there are only eighteen moves left.

The twentieth time, there are only nine moves left.

For the hundredth time, there were only three moves left.

Zhou Yi used these three sword techniques continuously, one lift, one pick, and one cut.

Finally, he jumped up and stabbed the stone pier in the air. When he was still a foot away, invisible energy came out of the sword.

Stab!

Three-inch deep sword marks appeared on the stone pier.

The third level of martial arts is pure physical training and can only fight in close combat. Zhou Yi did not use magic power and purely used sword skills to condense the energy into one foot.

The magical power of swordsmanship can turn ordinary swords into magical ones.

"Thirty-six moves are merged into one move. Since it is a stab, let's ask the immortal to show the way!"

Zhou Yi practiced the Sword Sutra in less than a day, and he had already mastered it and reached the pinnacle of martial arts training.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is also called the peak of acquired heaven. If you further condense your true energy, you will be a master of innate martial arts, and you will be famous in the world of mortals.

Putting away the Ziying sword, Zhou Yi took out the wine jar buried under the jujube tree.

Breaking open the mud seal, a cool fragrance of wine refreshes the heart and mind. The drunkenness of the beasts, which is famous for its fiery nature, turns against its nature and becomes extremely soft.

"What the little fox said is indeed true. The lunar moonlight condensed by the Mingyue Baoyu is the best spiritual substance for brewing wine."

Zhou Yi, holding the wine jar, flashed and sat on the ridge of the roof, looking up at the bright moon in the sky.

A ray of invisible silver light was pulled down by the mysterious power of the Mingyue Jade, and condensed into a silver drop of water the size of a grain of rice.

The position of the water droplets happens to be the jade rabbit eyes engraved in Yujue, as if they are alive, which is the finishing touch.

Mingyue Baoyu only condenses the lunar moonlight once every night. It accumulates for more than half a year and is barely enough to blend into a jar of wine.

Baishouzui was originally just mortal wine, but after being blended into the lunar moonlight and stored for half a year, it transformed into spiritual wine.

"Lotus osmanthus, jade rabbit...there are immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons in this world. I wonder if there is Guanghan Palace on this moon."

Zhou Yi raised his head and took a sip. The wine entered his heart, and he felt like he was in a state of ecstasy.

The drunkenness of the beasts nourishes the body, the lunar moonlight nourishes the soul, and the Huangting Taoist meridian operates to refine the spiritual energy in the wine. A jar of wine increases the essence, energy, and spirit at the same time, and it is also a top-grade spiritual wine.

After finishing the jar of wine, Zhou Yi fell drunk on the roof without using his magic power to resolve it.

Lying on the ridge of the roof, I fell asleep.

In the dream, there was an old man and an old woman standing beside him, whispering to Zhou Yi who was lying down.

Trying to hear clearly is like being separated by a layer of fog.

The sun fell on Zhou Yi, and he slowly opened his eyes. It was already three o'clock in the sky.

"Dreaming!"

Zhou Yi frowned and carefully recalled the old man and woman last night.

Monks do not dream easily. It is similar to a whim, a warning from the soul, and it is a sign.

"It turned out to be them. Did something happen to Hengyang?"

"Old Zhang Wu, a Taoist cultivator, must know how to interpret dreams. Go ask him what the omen is..."

…

Ministry of Things.

For the first time, Zhang Cheng arrived earlier than Zhou Yi. He was drinking Baisuzui, and the strong smell of alcohol spread outside.

In the entire Monobu and even the various departments of the Demon Slayer Division, there are few people who can be more free and unrestrained than Zhang Cheng.

"Brother Zhang, I dreamed about my parents last night."

Zhou Yi described last night's dream.

"My parents were standing in front of your bed, and I couldn't hear what they were saying..."

Zhang Cheng put down the wine jar, with pity and sympathy in his eyes, and said: "This kind of dream usually means that the parents have regrets before their death, and there is no one to take care of the ghost house after their death, so they will entrust the dream to the heirs."

"It's impossible for no one to take care of me. I still had older brothers and younger brothers when I left home..."

Zhou Yi's voice became lower and lower. In this world, life and death are too ordinary.

At that time, good people turned into refugees because of the severe drought in Hengyang for many years, and the White Lotus demon took the opportunity to spread the word, inciting tens of thousands of civilians to rebel, looting and killing everywhere.

After several months of suppression by officers and soldiers, the rebellion gradually subsided.

The thieves pass by like a comb, and the soldiers pass by like a grate.

The little food the Zhou family had left could not feed the whole family at all, so Zhou Yi secretly got up and ran away from home one night.

The original plan was to find a rich man and sell himself as a slave because of his youth and strength, so that he could eat and drink well and support his family.

Who would have thought that a wealthy family could not afford to keep slaves and servants, so they wandered all the way to Luojing. Just when the Demon Slayer Division was recruiting torturers, they went to the torture chamber just to eat.

"Condolences."

Zhang Cheng patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder: "Back then, I was practicing in seclusion in the mountains. Something went wrong along the way. When I came out of seclusion, my parents had been dead for several years."

Zhou Yi was silent for a moment and said: "Brother Zhang, I plan to go back and take a look, weed and burn incense for my parents."

"It should."

Zhang Cheng flicked his wrist, and there was a stack of spiritual talismans in his hand: "These thunder talismans require no magic power. They can be cast by applying blood and energy. The dead are dead, but the living are like this!"

"Thanks."

Zhou Yi took the talisman and said nothing more.

Occupying the body of the predecessor, the cause and effect is also inherited. No matter whether you have feelings or not, you should go there.

When Master Chen heard about this, he took a hundred taels of silver to express his condolences.

Zhou Yi went to the Western Market to buy a horse, went out from the north gate of Luojing, and ran all the way towards Jingzhou.

There are sixteen prefectures in Daqian, and the north is divided into six prefectures: Luo, Jing, Wei, Tai, Feiyun and Jingchang.

Zhou Yi traveled during the day and slept in the mountains or in private houses at night. After spending half a month, he finally arrived at the boundary of Jingzhou.

Jingzhou is one of the three border states in northern Xinjiang, close to Jingchang Prefecture where Bailian Road was involved in the rebellion. Hengyang is located in the center of Jingzhou, close to the prefectural city Tancheng.

The further north Zhou Yi went, the more desolate he felt.

After entering Jingzhou, it took only one day to pass two uninhabited deserted villages.

The village has long been overgrown with trees, and the ruins have turned into moss green. When Zhou Yi passed by, he could occasionally see wild beasts gnawing on the remaining bones from the corners.

"This is what Daqian is really like. The prosperity of Luojing is just an exception."

Zhou Yi had already known it from the demon's memory and saw it with his own eyes, but he still couldn't help but remain silent.

Today we pass through Jiaowo Mountain, which is only three to five days’ journey from Hengyang.

Rumble——

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the mountain rain came very quickly. In a matter of seconds, it turned from bright sunshine to heavy rain.

Zhouyi's magic power came out of his body, an invisible and qualityless umbrella, blocking the rain.

After passing several miles of mountain road.

I vaguely saw a temple through the rain curtain, so I drove my horse over to take shelter from the rain. When I got closer, I saw clearly that it was a mountain temple, but it looked slightly dilapidated.

****, the originally mottled walls were crumbling.

Zhou Yi opened the temple door, and there was already a group of people warming themselves by the fire. They looked like they were businessmen.