I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Lingpingan walked among the bookshelves.

His eyes passed over the books that had been covered in dust for who knows how long.

fencing……

Guwu...

Thanks to the new wave of martial arts novels that emerged after Emperor Gaozong, the people of the Federal Empire were still obsessed with these things.

How obsessed are you?

Just take the title of heir of XX boxing and you can do well.

Just like the Tai Chi Xingyi disciple a few days ago.

It’s simply not that exciting!

but……

"It's all lies..." Lingpingan said.

Ancient martial arts may be good for strengthening the body.

But fighting and fighting are not as good as the actual fighting and fighting developed since Taizu.

After all, one is for performance and the other is for killing people.

but……

Most people, especially young people, learn ancient martial arts just for fashion.

This is easy to understand.

In recent years, the self-media has been making such noise.

Ancient times were beautiful.

Scholar-officials are all very elegant.

The stories of talented men and beautiful women are also very romantic.

As a result, all kinds of hype and capital consequences have created various concepts surrounding ancient martial arts and ancient culture.

Now, there are several stocks on the stock market related to ancient martial arts and ancient culture.

Moreover, the P/E ratio looks pretty good!

Thinking of this, Lingpingan picked up a book in his hand.

After blowing the dust on the cover, Lingpingan looked at the title of the book "Seven Swords of Zhenwu".

What a great title!

That’s cool enough!

However, the name is just too popular.

So, Lingpingan picked up another book, "Sunflower Collection".

This is famous.

It is a martial arts secret book recorded in the book "Swordsman" that was circulated in the court during the Taizu period.

After Emperor Gaozong, this novel moved from the court to the people, setting off a wave of reading.

Its story has been remade countless times.

The iconic red and bold warning on the cover, 'If you want to practice this skill, you must first commit suicide in the palace', has made this secret book the most popular secret book in the ancient martial arts world of the Federation Empire in the past two hundred years.

only……

Lingpingan thought about the guest and put the book down.

If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace.

If there is no way to cut it, what can I do?

Although the so-called ancient martial arts is just a joke, as a bookstore owner, especially a bookstore owner who is determined to provide quality services to guests and make them feel at home.

Lingpingan knows that experience is very important.

The guest must be immersed in the world of his imagination.

Fortunately, there are still quite a few books in the bookstore.

Without the Sunflower Book, there is still the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Lingpingan picked up the book next to the Sunflower Book and pouted: "This Six Meridians Divine Sword is also a swordsmanship..."

Shooting with your fingers, diudiudiu, also belongs to the category of swordsmanship.

After thinking for a while, he stood on tiptoes and took down a thick book from the top of the bookshelf.

After wiping the dust on the cover, Lingpingan said: "Perhaps that guest still wants this book..."

The name of this book is very simple.

"Introduction and Explanation of Basic Swordsmanship".

It was an introductory textbook compiled by several well-known ancient martial arts masters when the new martial arts wave was at its peak.

It’s about basic skills and basic entry methods.

In Lingpingan's eyes, this book is much more powerful than the pile of random so-called 'secret books' in his bookstore.

At least, if you follow the exercises in this book, if nothing else, you can practice something.

At least you can move the sword smoothly and make it look like a move.

Many martial arts champions in history once claimed in interviews that they relied on this book to lay the foundation.

In short, this book is quite well-known in the ancient martial arts circle.

It’s just that not many people are willing to practice.

Laying the foundation is hard work.

In this day and age, everyone is just teasing and having fun.

Only a fool would really stand still for a long time.

Lingpingan thought about it for a long time before bringing this book.

"Maybe the guest will want it!" he thought.

So, I walked back with these three books, and at the same time, I made a sales pitch in my mind.

He knew that people who liked ancient martial arts also liked ancient culture.

I like to drop my book bag the most.

So, when he took the book and walked to the little girl, he started to chant softly.

"The white jade capital in the sky, the five cities on the twelfth floor..."

"The immortal caressed my head, knotted my hair and granted me immortality..."

Li Taibai's poems are most suitable to warm up the show under today's circumstances.

Ancient martial arts enthusiasts, who hasn’t had a dream of shattering the void?

……………………

Xiaoman heard footsteps approaching from far away.

The board was shaking, shaking slightly.

In the air, there was the smell of Yin and Yang being torn apart.

It seemed that with every step that weirdo took, he was reshaping the earth, water, wind, and fire.

In my ears, I heard his soft and distant singing voice, full of mysterious flavor and strange atmosphere.

"The white jade capital in the sky, the five cities on the twelfth floor..."

In a daze, Xiaoman seemed to have returned to the era before Tian Qing.

The towering heaven stands proudly above the clouds.

In the thirty-third heaven, immortals and gods look down on the human world.

That was the golden age of heaven.

Immortals and gods govern the world, and karma brings retribution, an unhappy cycle!

"The immortal caressed my head, knotted my hair and granted me immortality..."

In another trance, Xiaoman seemed to see the wild ancient times after the creation of the world.

The child who worshiped God devoutly finally moved the world.

A white-haired immortal descended from the sky and caressed the child.

The tradition of cultivation has been passed down. From now on, the weak human race in the world can soar in the heaven and earth, be a drop in the vast sea, and even hold the bright moon for eternity.

Xiaoman stared at the illusion in front of him.

She sighed softly.

What is past is past.

Heaven and earth can never go back.

It doesn’t matter if it’s Bai Yujing in the sky or a sect on the ground.

All have been destroyed.

Now, heaven and earth have become a prison.

It has become a prison for the demons to get whatever they want.

All people are just lambs raised by the demons to be slaughtered in the animal pen called heaven and earth.

Lingpingan walked to the little girl with the book.

Three books, quite heavy.

So, he put them all on the desk.

"Guest..." Lingpingan sat down with a smile and said to the other party: "Take a look, do you like these books?"

"If you don't like it, I'll give you another batch..."

……………………

Xiaoman raised his head and looked at the weirdo.

Fog rolled in his skull.

The fire in his eyes was burning like a golden crow in ancient mythology.

His words seemed to come from all directions.

It seemed to arise directly from the bottom of my heart.

This unpredictable power frightened Xiaoman.

And the hidden meaning in his words shocked Xiaoman even more.

"He really has countless books..." Xiaoman thought.

Then she tried her best to show what she thought was a sweet smile: "Thank you!"

She lowered her head and looked at the book on the treasure table of unknown material placed in front of her.

I don’t know what kind of magic was used on the tabletop. The entire tabletop is transparent and flawless, so much so that the light from the fairy lantern above my head can be reflected.

"This desktop may be the treasure used by this weirdo to monitor the world!" Xiaoman guessed.

However, what she was more concerned about was the three books placed on such a treasure table that exuded various auras that made her uneasy.

She reached for the first book.

As soon as he touched the cover, Xiaoman felt goosebumps on his skin as if he was electrocuted.

"Who is spying on my inheritance?"

A solemn voice echoed from Xiaoman's soul.

She seemed to see a god with disheveled hair and a tortoise body, looking at her from the end of time and space.

Countless black smoke instantly obscured Xiaoman's consciousness.

Stung, she quickly closed her eyes and retracted her hand.

because……

Xiaoman understood that he had no ability at all, let alone the possibility of practicing such a powerful sword scripture.

That is "Zhen Wu Dang Demon Sword Sutra".

A supreme secret code compiled from the lifetime experience of a powerful ancient immortal who was so powerful that he could wipe out all the evil spirits in the world without himself being harmed.

I want to take over his mantle...

Mortals are not qualified.

Immortal God barely qualifies!

If he forcibly accepted the inheritance, Xiaoman knew that he would be directly crushed by the remaining sword energy in the sword scripture!

That is an existence comparable to the Emperor of Heaven standing before the sky!

His name is Zhenwudang Demon Emperor!

Xiaoman swallowed and reached out to a book next to him.

It is a book filled with countless brilliance.

Just after touching it, Xiaoman felt various warnings coming from his soul.

And a strange and solemn voice sounded in Xiaoman's ears: "The so-called swordsmanship..."

"Ordinary people think that it is nothing more than a sword. Apart from giving up the sword, there is nothing else to seek..."

"How stupid!"

"As far as I'm concerned..."

"It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself, and it is better to ask for yourself than to rely on external things..."

"A true swordsman..."

"Make yourself a sword..."

"So the body's hair, skin, essence, blood, flesh, everything can be used as a sword..."

"My sword comes out..."

"He must be punished!"

Amidst this solemn chanting, Xiaoman saw a figure in a trance.

He slowly walked out of the long river of history.

He pulled out his hair and in an instant, it turned into a sharp sword.

He spat, and every drop of saliva was like a sharp sword!

He stretched out his hand and his entire arm turned into a sharp sword.

Therefore, his hair is a sword, his eyes are a sword, his nose is a sword, his tongue is a sword, and his hair and skin are also swords.

And he himself is a big sword.

Countless swords kept coming out of his body.

Countless swords emerged from his body.

Make him like a hedgehog and make him like a ghost.

He seemed to see Xiaoman and then laughed.

In his smile, countless sharp swords stabbed Xiaoman.

Joy, anger, sorrow, seven emotions and six desires can also be swords!

Xiaoman faced the sharp blade that was stabbing him.

She is fearless!

A swordsman is never afraid of the sword.

Because the sword is the swordsman’s partner!

Clang, clang, clang!

A sharp blade pierced Xiaoman's eyes.

But she didn't back down.

She didn't even blink, because she already understood that this was a test and a question.

Test her swordsmanship and question her swordsmanship.

As a result, these sharp swords bloomed like fireworks in Xiaoman's eyes.

Then, they disappeared into the air as if they had never appeared.

Opposite him, the weirdo was still sitting.

The mist shrouded his head, and two points of flowing fire rose up, like a golden crow, dazzling and eye-catching.

Xiaoman lowered his head and looked at the book he was touching.

On the cover of the book, each one seemed to be pieced together by countless sharp swords, and the words formed were stained with blood and appeared before her eyes.

"Xuanjun Sword Making Sutra".

That's its name.

A man named Xuanjun left behind insights and experiences while practicing swordsmanship.

Thinking back to the person he saw in the vision just now.

Xiaoman couldn't help but admire him!

Because she could feel the opponent's persistence in the way of the sword.

And that hot and pure heart of the sword!

Others have no other desire than to give up their swords.

And the other party is...

Use your own body as a sword, cast the hair and skin of your body, the skin, flesh, sinews and bones into a sword.

Use the seven emotions and six desires, love, hate, and hatred as swords.

He forged everything he had into a sword.

He can definitely wield the sword that countless swordsmen dream of.

With one sword, heaven and earth are divided.

When my sword comes out, heaven and earth will be destroyed.

pity……

Xiaoman sighed, she was just a swordsman in the foundation building stage.

Neither strength nor soul is enough to practice such a pure and terrifying sword scripture.

Besides...

The current situation in the world is not suitable for her to practice such a profound sword scripture.

If she practices rashly, I'm afraid she will be captured by the demon before she can succeed in her practice, and then eat all her food.

so……

I can only give up.

She is also a compulsory course for swordsmen.

Every swordsman should have the heart to give up.

Otherwise, once the sword is swung, if you think about it in other ways, the enemy will only take advantage of it.

This truth is clear to Xiaoman even if he can't build a foundation.

but……

"One day, I will have the qualifications and ability to practice such a sword scripture..." Xiaoman thought, and turned his attention to the last book.

It was a gray-looking book.

Xiaoman reached out and touched it, and she saw the figure again.

The shadow that forged everything about itself into a sword.

The figure looked at Xiaoman. He slowly raised his hand, and countless densely packed swords appeared in front of Xiaoman's eyes.

"Those who admire the Tao are like those who are immersed in the Tao. They all know things and don't know the way..." His voice was like a dragon's roar, and like countless insects biting and rustling, it made people endure it. I couldn't help but tremble, but I couldn't help but listen with all my heart, because that was the great road.

It is a great way that directly explains and explains the laws of heaven and earth. However, this great way smells hard and is difficult to understand. Listening to it makes people crazy and difficult to control themselves. Fortunately, Xiaoman Jianxin is firm, otherwise just listening to this voice would have been inevitable. The soul is divided.

Even so, she could only stick to her original intention and work hard to fight against all the thoughts that came from her soul.

"Using a sword to control the Tao is like using fire to control water..."

"Fire is strong and water is weak..."

"If you want to use fire to control water, it's better to hold firepower to help the fire..."

"Xin Zhe, heaven, earth, people, ghosts and gods!"

"So I want to follow my way..."

"I must use heaven, earth, people, ghosts and gods as fuel to fuel my fire..."

As the sound slowly faded away, the writing on the cover gradually became clear.

It is also a text composed of swords.

But these swords don't look as grand, solemn, and solid as the "Xuanjun Sword Making Sutra".

These swords all look a bit flimsy and slender.

They have not yet become physical.

Obviously, this is the work of the great master named Xuanjun before Dacheng.

The text on the cover also proves this.

"Records of Xuanjun's Sword Cultivating".

However, after hearing this, Xiaoman's soul began to shake. If he could no longer hold on, he would break into pieces and turn into crazy thoughts.

Fortunately, at this time, the weirdo spoke.

"Guest, how do you feel?"

His words came from all directions, like bursts of spring breeze, with warm power, penetrating into the heart and instantly stabilizing Xiaoman's soul.

The various feelings of division and fragmentation in his soul just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

This made Xiaoman shocked by its power and mystery, but also grateful.

I was about to say thank you, but when the words reached my lips, I swallowed them alive.

There seemed to be a voice whispering softly in her ear.

"You are not qualified to thank the master..."

"Here, you can only answer the questions raised by the master..."

"You can only do what the master allows..."

"otherwise……"

The voice smiled softly, and Xiaoman immediately understood what he meant.

Don’t say you didn’t predict what you said!

Therefore, Xiaoman could only smile as relaxed as possible.

This is not difficult for her.

As a swordsman born after Tian Qing, Xiao Man has witnessed countless tragedies and witnessed countless generous and desperate tragedies in the past ten years.

People who are behind the heaven have no tears to shed.

Because the first task is to survive.

And the swordsmen bear the important responsibility of protecting and covering other people!

A victim and a martyr.

Therefore, Xiaoman already knew how to control his emotions a long time ago.

"Your Excellency..." She chose her words carefully and asked the weirdo: "How can I sell this book?"

Her hand was tightly holding the dusty "Records of Xuanjun's Sword Cultivation".

She knew that this was the product of the powerful man named Xuanjun before he achieved great success in the art of swordsmanship.

It is a sword scripture that records Xuanjun’s initial insights and experiences in practicing swordsmanship.

Before the sword, your body, hair, skin, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are all indispensable.

Records of various efforts and attempts made by Xuanjun.

An arrogant and powerful swordsman's realization while exploring the road of greatness.

It is no exaggeration to say that for any sword cultivator, this sword manual is the supreme sword manual!

As for Xiaoman, she had a premonition.

This sword scripture may be hidden, making her strong enough to protect the villagers!

Use sword to control the way.

Use heaven, earth, people, ghosts and gods as fuel to strengthen my avenue!

Now, Xiaoman has been recognized by the Xuanjun consciousness hidden in this sword scripture.

There is only one obstacle left for her - to convince the person in front of her or to pay a price that satisfies him.

Take this supreme sword scripture away from him.

Take it back, save the world, and protect the common people!

Then, Xiaoman heard his relaxed laughter.

"guest……"

"Your choice is so right..." Amidst the laughter, his voice sounded in Xiaoman's ears from all directions: "This is a must-learn classic for anyone who wants to become a swordsman..."

"So, the price is a little expensive..."

"Looking at the fact that you are a new customer..."

"Let me give you a discount..."

"You can just give me one hundred and twenty yuan..."

I took my child for a CT scan today~

The situation is the same as last year~