The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

The puppet blinked and wept!

Xu Chengru was thundered, his scalp was numb, his head was blank, and a sense of numbness climbed from the tail end of the spine.

Late nights, heavy rains, broken temples, dead people, puppets who can cry with tears, all of which constitute a pair of weird scrolls reads ;.

Encounter a ghost? Encounter a ghost!

Just as Xu Chenghun flew into the sky, a flash of light flashed in his vision, a drop of rain reflected on the bonfire, and a funny puppet fell to the ground, harmonious with the previous mottled wet marks.

"It turned out to be a dilapidated temple for a long time, and the roof was slightly leaking, and just a drop of it fell on the puppet, causing the illusion of tears and tears. I scared myself ..." Xu Cheng sighed suddenly, but suddenly held his breath, "Puppet ?puppet!"

The head of the four sea dart board in the broken temple was killed by the excalibur puppet ... the funny puppet on the room beam ... one of the four great books ...

The three thoughts fluctuated in an instant, and Xu Cheng's mind suddenly burst into flames, illuminating the darkness and colorful.

Did you see the Excalibur Puppet? Excalibur puppets containing two sets of peerless swordsmanship?

This is a reasonable deduction and conclusion!

Huh! Xu Cheng's heartbeat accelerated, and her mouth was dry for a while.

"Chenger, what's wrong with you?" Shang Jiuming opened six tips, ear Cong eyesight, keen sense, noticed something different about Xu Cheng.

Xu Cheng was about to say something about the Excalibur puppet, but the words of the Master just popped out in his mind. Every time the Excalibur Puppet was born, there were many horrible things. For it, the father killed the son. His son-in-law and his uncles are relatives, and the white prime minister knows that he still presses his sword, and he has just opened his eyes, which is far from Master. After obtaining the Excalibur puppet, it must be kept by Master, and always realized. Only leave the fine time like the residual water to myself, and even delegate it instead. Not as good as ...

Greed is like fire, bit by bit can be ignited, Xu Cheng is full of thoughts, and listened to the voice of the heart between the electric light fire: "Master, except for the head of Miao Miao, the rest of the dart masters just fell into a semicircle. It seems that they want to besiege, but Kill with one sword. "

"Just one sword. Six good guys gave their lives. Just thinking about it makes people shudder. What kind of swordsmanship is like a ghost!"

He pushed his own strangeness to this matter.

Shang Jiuming understood Xu Cheng's mood very slightly, and said slightly: "I have been immersed in swordsmanship for thirty years, and I feel guilty. The mystery of this, otherwise such means are not unusual. "

"That's it, such a powerful swordsman hasn't been killed for the Excalibur puppet. It shows that his sword skills are far from Zhenxie and Jingjing!" Shang Lingxi interjected, knowing that his swordplay was inherited from the Excalibur Puppet She is quite proud. With honor.

The realm of swordsmanship represented by the Excalibur puppet is like a legend to the martial arts today ... Xu Cheng swallowed his mouth and tried to calm his mind while moving his eyes away from looking at the funny puppet, so as not to attract Master's awareness.

In the middle of the night, the rain dwindled, and Shang Jiuming was reluctant to cause trouble. He urged his daughter and his disciples to get up and left the ruined temple overnight.

After half a cup of tea. A figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the temple, looking pleased. Lazy temperament, it is Xu Cheng to return.

He excuses diarrhea. She hid in a secret place, and hurried back, for fear that the Excalibur puppet would be missing.

Raising his head, the funny puppet still lying quietly on the beam, Xu Cheng exhaled suddenly, ecstatic surged up, tiptoe, swallowed up like a swallow, and copied the puppet in his hands.

He had just fallen and had no time to look at the puppet, a flower in front of him, and a lavender palm splitting his face, grabbing the puppet to read the past ;.

"Master!" Xu Cheng shouted blurryly.

Master Shang Jiuming is even behind him!

Shang Jiuming was so happy, he cried, "Before that, there was something strange, and I had inexplicable diarrhea halfway through. I have trained you for nearly twenty years. Wouldn't there be any association?"

Excalibur puppets are really excalibur puppets. I never thought Excalibur puppets would stay here!

As far as his eyes are concerned, he is a palm-sized puppet, with a long body and a funny smile. There are holes in it, corresponding to different points of the human body, and the sword marks guide, showing the corresponding flow of infuriating, but the most conspicuous is Fourteen characters engraved:

"At noon tomorrow, the peak of the setting sun, with swords to meet friends, can you?"

Every word is ancient and ordinary, showing a little bit of strength, making people subconsciously notice the most basic and most common horizontal and vertical strokes, seeing the appropriateness of the strength of the swordsman, you can raise your eyes and collect these fourteen After a few words, every stroke came alive, as if the children on the chessboard became a big dragon. The stars in the night sky formed the Milky Way, and they were put to death by the mighty momentum.

Shang Jiuminton felt himself in a desperate situation. It seemed that a long sword stabbed in an unavoidable posture, cold sweat came out from behind, and his right hand trembled slightly.

Good swordsmanship! Good layout! Shang Jiuming almost lost his applause after returning to God, only to feel that all the difficulties and frustrations of Xi Jian in the past have disappeared. It turned out that the sword should be used this way, and the sword could be used this way!

Is this the "Evil Sword" of the Sword Emperor? Shang Jiuming turned the puppet to the back thoughtfully, and the torso under the dark hair was engraved with sixteen small prints:

"Guiding grace, dare not forget or forget, start with the book of swordsmanship."

At the sight of these sixteen words, Shang Jiuming's mind suddenly burst into a blast, only to feel that every stroke and stroke became a sword and light, or the aroma of the wind, or the thunder of lightning, or It is rough and clumsy, or delicate and delicate, or as heavy as a mountain, or as light as a net, each with its own posture, complex and orderly, tolerant in the sky, meeting in a round, like a natural trend, obtained by chance by a wonderful hand, and the splendid subtlety is difficult to describe Unspeakable.

Daodao Jianguang added, cold sweat fell like rain. If you really face such a sword, Shang Jiuming feels that he has been dead nine times, but now he is touched. In his mind, each of the mysteries that he had never experienced before was close to understanding.

When he heard Master ’s words, Xu Cheng was sweating, and his soul was about to break away, and he hurriedly said, "Master, disciple has lost his heart for a while, not deliberately deceiving, how can you punish him, the disciple is willing to suffer!"

Shang Jiuming took a deep look at him: "The son does not teach, the father is over, and your parents are dead, and the teacher is the father. Therefore, it is because the teacher has not taught you well that the sword puppet must not be exclusive to enjoy. Wouldn't I teach you when I get it? "

"Back to the back of the mountain for a year, this matter must not be leaked."

Xu Cheng faced with shame: "The disciples follow the command of the teacher."

Looking at the figure with his head lowered, Shang Jiuming's eyes flickered, and there was also cowardice and love. After several struggles, he did not pull out his sword after all.

If one kills his disciples here, everyone will suspect that he has an adventure. After all, the two have been nurtured for so many years.

Meng Qi was trapped in the Excalibur puppet and knew a little about the outside world with a little induction. At this moment, thoughts came out, thinking about what he should do.

Although I have left a piece of legend in this world, it is still very different from the imprint. How to turn the legend into an imprint has no eyebrows at the moment, so try it more and you ca n’t just sit back and wait to find the right path. ;.

More importantly, my consciousness is slowly being assimilated by the puppet. If you do not interrupt the connection and choose to return, you are likely to get lost here, so things are urgent and you must test as soon as possible.

First of all, let the owner of the Excalibur puppet major in his sword skills and strengthen his brand!

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Shang Jiuming lived alone in the room, focusing on the Excalibur puppet in his palm.

For him, there is no need to consider which set of swordsmanship to focus on. The Emperor of the Sword has a true flow method that matches the "Zhenxie Swordsmanship", both inside and outside. Just a set of swordsmanship.

After careful consideration for a while, Shang Jiuming placed the Excalibur puppet on top of the previous plan, trying to practice while realizing.

When he closed his eyes and carried the blood, the funny puppet with a smiling smile suddenly shook, turned hard, and showed the man with a scary sword on the back.

After a short while, Shang Jiuming opened his eyes: "Well, why is the back side up?"

Obviously, the sword emperor who is in the front of enlightenment is left!

Gaze lingered on the sixteen characters that symbolized the magic sword technique, Shang Jiuming turned the puppet over again, and continued the previous homework.

After a quarter of an hour, he frowned, his eyes full of doubt:

"Why the back?"

How many times is this? You ca n’t always make the same mistake!

The doors and windows are closed and there is no strong wind. Is it possible that the puppet will stand up on its own?

Shang Jiuming closed his eyes subconsciously, pretending to run on Sunday, and paused for a few breaths, then suddenly opened, but the Excalibur puppet turned upside-down and faced upside down.

Was he so addicted that he had hallucinations and thought he didn't flip the Excalibur puppet?

Shang Jiuming closed his eyes in confusion, and this time he really started to practice. After a while, he realized something and opened his eyes.

This time, his pupils shrunk sharply, because the excalibur puppet turned over again, with his back facing up, so that he was immersed in the sixteen-character scary magic sword, could not help but reach out for a gesture.

Meng Qi lay quietly and laughed secretly, trying to lie to me? no way!

Shang Jiuming's eyes gradually became dignified and he said to himself: "Every time the birth of the Excalibur puppet is accompanied by robberies, accompanied by killing and blood, is it possible that he has become obsessed with stubbornness and anger? "

Inexplicably, there was a feeling of darkness, and Shang Jiuming's state of mind was difficult to calm down, and he whispered: "Is it soaking in dung water, using evil things to drive away evil, or using incense to resolve ..."

Dung water ... Meng Qi stayed asleep and decided to change his style.

After that, Shang Jiuming never encountered the inexplicable back-up of the Excalibur puppet.

The night was quiet and he had a long breath and was in a dream.

In vagueness, a white figure appeared in front of him, proud of the bridgehead, a single-handed sword, and his back to himself, which attracted all eyes and made him forget everything else, as if he was the master of this world. (To be continued) 2k novel reading network