I am immortal.

Chapter 118 Lingbao Cause and Effect
"We did nothing wrong back then."

The old man got very drunk, fed for the first time in seven years, and slept peacefully for the first time, and then never opened his eyes again, and just died in his sleep, and was called an old monster by the children in the village When the old man passed away, his face was calmed down, his expression was much calmer, and the messy eyebrows were also relaxed.

It seemed that the ferocious face that had been bitten by some monster was also quiet.

"Oh, what a pity."

"Someone has come to look for him, but the old monster is gone at this time."

Someone in the village sighed like this.

"Look at that face, even the wrinkles are not so deep, it must be that the young man promised to take him out, and then he was happy, and when he was happy, he let things go, which is not very good. There are things stuffed in my heart, and I think about something every day, and I can still hold my breath, but I let go of the things in my heart, drink a little more, and just go like this.”

"It's a pity that I'm going to enjoy the blessings."

"Yeah, what a pity."

People say this with regrets in their mouths.

The old headman was also very sorry, but he was also a warm-hearted person who helped manage the old monster's funeral.

The young Taoist stayed here to complete the posthumous affairs for the only remaining iron cavalry captain. He didn't have enough money to buy a coffin, so he went back to the Mingzhen Dao League and exchanged the elixir for the money of the world. , and then asked the carpenter in the village to prepare the coffin. The old man put on clean clothes and 'slept' in the coffin.

He seemed to be hanging on a cliff, but he was still unwilling, holding on to his breath, as if he must see some result. When he finally saw what he wanted to see, he finally let go and left. Write down the suicide note, the suicide note is very simple, saying that when you die, you can just bury it on the mountain, but there is one thing——

To face the direction of the capital.

Others lamented that he was worthy of being a former general, and he was indeed loyal and brave.

There is also a waist plate of an iron cavalry next to it, which is made of iron wood inlaid with copper, and words are cast in silver on it.

One side burns loyalty, and the other burns bravery.

The young man touched it, and the side of loyalty was full of scratches, all of which were the word "killing a thief", which was already in disrepair, and the word "yong" seemed to have been groped for countless times, and it had already been wiped off. The old man buried it One day, the old village chief looked at it with emotion, took out a flagon from his arms, and said: "I have drunk the worst wine for seven years, and today is here. Open your eyes."

"Let me make you laugh, little brother, this was originally prepared for myself."

"I said he drank stinky wine, and he laughed at me for not drinking good wine. How could I hold back my anger, so I asked my son to buy me this bottle of wine in Fucheng. It's good wine. After I got it back, I took some time to open his eyes for him, and tried my best in my mind, hey, I’m not afraid of your jokes, sometimes thinking about it makes me happy.”

"I thought that I must let him see the world and be ashamed, so that I can vent my anger on myself."

"But he left so suddenly, I feel boring instead, and my heart is empty."

"I always feel that I haven't had any good wine in my life. It's a shame."

The old headman poured the wine down.

Then he smiled embarrassedly and left on crutches.

The young Taoist took the waist card and buried it in the ground together with the wine.

Just as his suicide note hoped, 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 of his eyes until he died. , and never left a name, and there is no need for a so-called tombstone, only to be buried in Qingshan.

After the burial, there were still some other things to do. When Qi Wuhuo helped clean up the old man's house, he found that although the old man with a broken leg had been pawning various things for seven years in exchange for dirty wine to get drunk, he still There was only one relic left, and the head of the village felt surprised, and said: "This old man, I still have something to think about...Little brother, come and help me..."

"Hiss, why is this thing so heavy!"

The old 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 and felt it was extremely heavy. Even his wrist sank slightly and his eyebrows raised slightly.

It is a special state to go through the three talents of Taoism.

Moreover, his essence comes from the [Heavenly Great Yellow Court], plus he has been restless day and night, meditating in the star river where the sun rises and the moon sets for a year to supplement the foundation. As far as strength is concerned, it is already extremely strong, and even he feels heavy. The weight of this object was pulled outside in one breath, and the box was opened. It was clearly in broad daylight, but I felt an indescribable chill, soaking in and appearing like a stream of water.

The old chief could not help but shudder.

It was a sword, a wide sword, an ordinary sword, the blade was only three fingers wide, but this sword was as wide as a palm.

The blade is quite heavy.

In terms of ordinary swordsmanship that is light and agile, with picking and stabbing as the core techniques, this sword is undoubtedly inappropriate.

Qi Wuhuo practiced the "Hunyuan Sword Code", and he could tell at a glance that this was a strange way in the sword, and it did not use moves such as picking and cutting, but opened and closed, with chopping as the core, and if he used the mount's Power, strong and sharp, with a weight of thousands or even tens of thousands of catties galloping at high speed, and then slashing along the way, even the monsters couldn't resist.

The old Lichang held his knees and gasped for breath: "Huh, huh, huh..."

"This old guy, I didn't expect there to be such a thing left."

"I thought he had mortgaged everything."

"Such a heavy sword, even if it's just to sell iron, the money he sells is enough for him to drink the best wine in our village to death, and he didn't even touch it. It seems that this thing is really important to him." The old Lichang stretched out his hand to touch the sword, but it seemed as if he had been stabbed by something. Before he touched it, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and subconsciously withdrew it.

It seemed that someone roared in his ears, and the old man was so startled that his mind was shaken and he looked around quickly.

"Huh? What sound?"

"Did I hear it wrong?"

Qi Wuhuo moved his fingers slightly, using the fearless seal to make the old man calm down in a panicked and clear way.

He follows the way of himself, and no matter the means of Buddhism or Taoism, they can be used by me.

The old man's mood calmed down, he only thought that he had heard it wrong, and soon put the matter behind him, exchanged greetings with Qi Wuhuo for a while, 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 come to plot for him, and you even helped send him off for the last time. This sword should be given to you."

"Don't look at the old man, I am old, my eyes are not blind."

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

The old man smiled lonely:
"Thank you."

"Let that old guy finally drink a comfortable drink and sleep well."

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

The young Taoist watched the old Lichang leave, squatted down, and touched the sword with his fingers. He also felt an illusion like thousands of thin needles being pricked together. When he touched the sword for the first time, he subconsciously retracted it. There was a pause in the movement, and he stretched out his hand again, stroking the blade of the sword with his palm, and felt the extremely strong aura bred in it, as if hearing the roar of thousands of troops and horses shouting in unison, he could hear a roar.

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

Paused.

With strength in his arms, he suddenly lifted the sword.

Zheng! ! !
The low-pitched sword-cry sound exploded.

There were layers of dust ripples around.

The sword body was bulging, and Qi Wuhuo's arm was strong, and the sword was directly raised to be parallel to the ground. The sword body was placed horizontally in front of his body. The sword was bright and bright, as if it was often touched by people. The picture of howling, the sword body reflecting the boy's eyes, but Qi Wuhuo looked at it, as if he was still the nine-year-old child who had walked through the purgatory on earth.

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

Bite his fingertips, and write on the blade with blood from his fingertips.

【Edict】!
Before Chaos, Taichi Lingwen.

In an instant, the aura erupted, and Qi Wuhuo's clothes swayed. It seemed that it was inspired by this word, and he heard shouts and mournful sounds in his ears. If you see countless living beings in the world of mortals, many regrets, many attachments——

'Amitabha, the disciple broke the precepts today...'

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

'Help, save us, master, save us...'

'Fall the devil, drop the devil! ''Immortal way is precious to life, saving people is immeasurable, disciple of Sword Sect, draw your sword! '

"There is no way to cross life without killing. Amitabha, all the patriarchs, the disciples are going to kill the kalpa today..."

'If you stop killing by killing, you will fall into the endless purgatory and be abandoned by the Buddha. '

'In this way, the disciple abandons the Buddha'

"Immortals value life, killing and protecting life, in a single thought, this is also the law of Taoism." '

The voices were so diverse that the movements of the young Taoist were much slower. Although they were slow, they still kept going. At the end, the low roar, the unwillingness to die, and the diverse voices disappeared, only the one who was almost crying was left. bloody roar:

'Kill the thief, kill the thief! ! '

'Kill the thief! ! ! '

At this point, the imperial edict is the last stroke.

A gust of air spread out.

But all famous swords should be psychics, not only killing tools, but only those spirits who carry the world of mortals, and the regrets of the past, 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 swept across and vertically, but all of them were killing Ling Lie, like a long suppressed roar, finally he retracted the sword, leaning on the hilt with both hands, the blade touched the ground, as if saluting, said:
"Seven years ago, thank you all."

"After seven years, it should be handed over to me."

With a shake of the wrist, the sword's long sound was like a dragon's chant, and the body of the sword was like a clear spring, and the young Taoist put it in the sword box behind his back.

On this sword, there is still energy remaining.

Write the name in Yunzhuan.

"The name of the sword, kill the thief!"

After everything here is over.

Qi Wuhuo pushed open the door and left. The neighbors around watched the young Taoist close the door, and watched him close the fence with a rusty chain and lock, and asked curiously: "Speaking of which, how many days have you seen?" Thank you little brother, but I don't know what relationship you have with this old monster, I mean, with this old man?"

"relation?"

The young Taoist thought for a while and replied:
"I am an old friend of [their]."

"Oh, that's it... old man, no wonder, no wonder."

"Huh? No."

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

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

But the young Taoist has gone away, gradually drifting away, and he is no longer visible.

A Taoist robe, black hair with a wooden hairpin, and a sword box on the back.

In the sword box, there are now two swords.The first sword is the sword of the mortal government soldiers. It was picked up when he was nine years old. It was made of a hundred wrought iron, three feet and three inches long, with a round handle. He used it to survive and survived the catastrophe; The Erkou Sword, named Killing Thieves, has its name carved in cloud seal, and is four feet and one inch long. It responds to cause and effect here, connects the world of mortals, and becomes a spiritual treasure.

"Everyone's [Pursue Vow], Qi Wuhuo..."

"Do not……"

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 tip of the middle finger and ring finger.

Decide with enlightenment.

"Poverty, Taishang Xuanwei, take over."

(End of this chapter)