I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 22
At night, Song Boyu once again entered the dreamland of history. It was still a familiar city and familiar faces.

Here, he is an unscrupulous lawbreaker, a martial madman, a sneak attacker, a despicable person, and the public enemy of all warriors in the city.

Song Boyu once again transformed into Shura and fought bloody battles throughout the city to hone his fighting skills and temper his character.

Two days after the historical dream, Song Boyu returned to the waning moon dream. His eyes were bloodshot, there was a hint of murderous intent flowing throughout his body, and his spirit was a little crazy and abnormal.

In reality, the ball of floating essence in his body reached near his heart and was sucked in a large circle.

In the dream, the waning moon shed streaks of moonlight, falling on him, eliminating the madness, leaving behind pure murderous intent.

Song Boyu hung in mid-air and asked in a low voice: "Is this faint hint of killing intention the legendary shortcut ability and the true meaning of killing?"

The moonlight continues to flow, and crystal crane-shaped ancient characters are rippling, floating in front of Song Boyu.

He instantly understood the meaning of these ancient characters and suddenly realized:
"That's it. The non-stop fierce killing will naturally condense the violent martial arts killing intention that combines killing and madness.

In the early stages, people will be unable to control themselves and often lose control. As the accumulation intensifies, they will acquire the instinct to kill beasts. However, when they become fighting monsters, they will also fall into complete chaos and madness.

The moonlight that consumes the life essence in my body will extract and eliminate the negative forces such as madness and rage, leaving only the pure and hidden true meaning of killing.

This true intention of killing can produce spiritual power in the initial stage, interfering or even paralyzing the opponent's thinking and actions. When accumulated to a certain extent, it will undergo a qualitative change. It can be attached to fists and feet weapons, injuring and destroying the enemy's soul, and the weak can defeat the strong. Normally, it is also possible to kill enemies across large realms.

For warriors, this is a unique martial art. For low-level monks, this is also a way to protect the Tao, and it is the foundation for future supernatural powers! "

As Song Boyu learned all the information, the ancient crane-shaped characters slowly disappeared.

Song Boyu's eyes gradually became firm. He took a deep breath and said resolutely: "I must persist in this kind of extreme dream practice until quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. Only by improving your force as much as possible can you improve your adaptability.

Moreover, through this method, I can learn from the best of hundreds of schools, and the future of martial arts may not stop at internal training. "

Thinking like this, Song Boyu once again inspired the historical dream bubble, but this time the choice was not Xu Hongyi, but Xun Xueya.

He must strive to be knowledgeable about the past and the present, and survive by killing to the extreme in two different environments.

The next morning, Song Boyu's appetite increased again, and he actually finished all the remaining pork and steamed buns. Xiu Niang was so surprised that her mouth grew into an O shape, and she covered her mouth after a long time: "Brother, you are really good at eating! It’s six or seven times bigger than what Yingning and I eat.”

Ying Ning also stared with big eyes, not quite understanding how Song Boyu could eat so much without getting much bigger in his belly.

While Song Boyu was eating, he was performing the Jingzhuang Kung Fu. Not only did he fill the ball of floating energy to the size of his thumb, but the small ball of energy swirling around it also became the size of a soybean.

His stomach has been strengthened and merged with the life essence, and its ability to digest and absorb has been greatly enhanced.The efficiency of practice has also improved a lot.

Song Boyu smiled cheekily and said: "Martial arts practice is like this. If you want to refine more life essence, you have to eat more. Don't worry, our family is not short of money for this meal now."

After that, he stood up and left, running towards Yonghe Grain Store.

Xiu Niang was speechless for a while, she shook her head and put away the bowls and chopsticks.

After arriving at the grain store, Song Boyu was still diligent and capable, but soon the shopkeeper found him and took him upstairs.

Shopkeeper Tian seemed to be thinking about it. After much hesitation, he said, "Let me tell you straight, Boyu, you can't continue to work in our grain store."

Song Boyu was startled. Although he had made a lot of money recently, he planned to work for a few more months before leaving. Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened today.

He was not pretentious, nodded and said: "Shopkeeper Tian, ​​since you said so, I have nothing to say. Please pay me a few days' salary. Also, can you tell me why?"

Shopkeeper Tian sighed, hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice: "You know that our boss is Mr. Langhua, and he has an old relationship with the Mei family. If Mei Song's father mentioned this matter to the chief manager, nothing would change. .I’ll give you one month’s salary of your wages, hey…”

Shopkeeper Tian really admires Song Boyu and thinks that this boy is hardworking and capable. He is not willing to make grudges now and hopes to leave a good relationship.

Song Boyu bowed his head after hearing this and said, "I'm very grateful to the shopkeeper for telling me the truth. As for the wages, I can just settle the accounts in a few days to avoid the trouble of reconciliation."

Shopkeeper Tian refused, and finally the two of them took a step back and settled half a month's wages.

As soon as Song Boyu walked out of the door, he saw the red-faced man Mei Song.

I saw this man wearing a brocade robe and arrogant. After seeing Song Boyu, he mocked: "You are kicked out so quickly? You fool around with a trash like Ba Ang every day, aren't you doing well? Do you want to go to my business and give alms?" Are you doing hard work?"

Song Boyu stared at him coldly, recalling the mountains of corpses and seas of blood he had experienced, and the faint hint of murderous intent was instantly aroused, making his eyes extremely horrifying.

The moment Mei Song and Song Boyu looked at each other, they felt as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast. It was like a young child feeling a fear from the bottom of his heart when seeing a ferocious giant wolf. He might die!

His legs softened and he sat down on the ground, his whole body stiff.

Song Boyu directly stepped over him without looking back, and said calmly: "Local chickens and tile dogs." After walking far away, Song Boyu's aura became a little unstable, and there was just a hint of the true intention of killing. To him, It is said to be a big burden.

After Mei Song took a few breaths, he felt the sense of depression leave. His whole body felt numb and he reluctantly stood up.

Feeling ashamed and annoyed, he wanted to chase after him, but he was also a little scared, but in the end he turned timid and turned away.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, who is this little brat? Why does he have such a look in his eyes! What's even more damning is that I can't beat him!"

Mei Song couldn't stop stomping his feet, but he didn't dare to recall the look in his eyes just now. He even had some kind of self-doubt, thinking that he had some kind of heart disease because of this little brat.

He took out a piece of yellow paper with strange symbols on it. He gritted his teeth and seemed to have made an important decision.

On the other side, Song Boyu has returned to his residence.

Xiuniang and Yingning both went out, and Uncle Zhang said hello to him, "Why are you back so early today?"

Song Boyu thought for a while and decided not to tell the truth, lest Du Xuexue would worry and admonish him again, so he smiled and said, "I feel a little uncomfortable, so I asked for leave."

There was nothing going on at home, so he simply locked them up and practiced seriously. It was not until Xiuniang and Yingning opened the door carrying pork, flour and rice while talking and laughing that they saw Song Boyu came back early and sat cross-legged. , the room was as stuffy as a steam oven.

(End of this chapter)