The chivalrous spirit is fickle

Yao Zhi's parents also became crazy, wandering around the mountains in tattered clothes, talking to themselves, and never caring about Yao Zhi.

It was depressing, crazy and chaotic there. In Yao Zhi's memory, he slept with a skull as a pillow. He was disheveled and looked like a savage, and all he did every day was lick those strange stones.

The rocks on Tianluo Mountain can drive people crazy and cause them pain. During the brief moments of clarity, some people will wail loudly, while others will jump off the high mountain to end it all.

Yao Zhi grew up slowly among corpses and cries, like a walking corpse without a soul. But all this took a turn for the better when he was ten years old.

After many years, Yao Zhi still clearly remembers that a flash of sword light cut through the sea of ​​clouds of Tianluo Mountain, splitting the heavy clouds over the mountains into two. The sea of ​​clouds rolled like a surging sea, making way for the sword light.

At that time, Yao Zhi looked at the sword light and couldn't help but sigh that it was the most beautiful scene he had ever seen.

Unfettered and flying in the clouds, from the sea of ​​clouds to the underworld, that kind of freedom was like a lock that firmly locked the door of Yao Zhi's heart and could never be opened even a little bit.

So he left Tianluo Mountain, gave up the crazy stone, and became a little beggar again. He began to live as a human being again.

He wanted to learn to read and write, so he hid in the school and eavesdropped more seriously than all the other students. Seeing how serious he was, the teacher secretly accepted him and let him study and learn to read in the school with his son.

Yao Zhi spent a full five years learning to read and write. The teacher treated him as his own son and like his father.

However, when he was fifteen years old, the teacher got a token from somewhere, which allowed him to enter the Medicine King Valley.

Yao Zhi knew that no matter how good the master was to him, the token would never be his. He thought about it for a long time, but he could not forget the sword light that frightened him at that time.

So, that night, Yao Zhi took a knife and killed the teacher and his son with his own hands. He knelt and bowed in front of the two bodies, but did not build a grave for them.

He was a child who grew up in Tianluo Mountain. He knew how to kill people, but he didn't know how to make people die without pain.

Yao Zhi took the token of Medicine King Valley and put on the new clothes that the teacher had prepared for his son. The clothes did not fit him well and the shoes were a little small.

Therefore, Yao Zhi did not have a smooth journey on that section of the road. His feet were sore and painful, and he fell halfway. He met Yan Hui, and the young Yan Hui carried him on his back and entered Yaowang Valley.

Yao Zhi never regretted and never felt guilty, he just wanted to be that sword light, without any restraints or constraints, wandering freely between heaven and earth.

For this, he can abandon everything, whether it is his relatives, benefactors, or senior brothers he has known for many years, they can all be a piece of rotten meat or a stepping stone.

Above the poisonous swamp, Shi Gu's figure was like a ghost, disappearing into the distance. In a breath, he moved several positions in succession.

The giant transformed from the green venom was not slow, but he could not catch up with Shi Gu's speed.

Shi Gu did not swing his sword again, but just stared at the green giant quietly. Unconsciously, murderous aura dyed his pupils blood red.

Snapped! !

The giant palm pierced down, but Shi Gu did not dodge again. Instead, he put the blade behind him and strode forward. The long sword dragged, and the blue blade cut through the sticky green lake surface, bringing out tiny bloody sparks.

In an instant, Shi Gu swung his knife, slashing diagonally from bottom to top. In the fleeting light, Shi Gu and the green giant passed each other in an instant.

The green giant's palm fell and slapped heavily on the poisonous swamp. Then his body paused, and the sword energy crisscrossed and surrounded the green giant's body.

After the sword energy, the green giant collapsed and turned into green liquid again, falling into the poisonous swamp.

Yao Zhi frowned slightly. He knew the hardness of the green giant and never thought that one day he would be chopped into pieces by someone with a single knife.

"It's all in vain."

Yao Zhi spoke softly, moving his fingers. The green giant was nothing but venom, and he would gather together again.

However, just as Yao Zhi was thinking this, his fingers suddenly stopped and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Just now, there seemed to be some impurities between him and the venom in the poisonous swamp.

It's like dropping a drop of thick ink into a bowl of clear water. The dark ink quickly turns the water black.

Yao Zhi is losing control of the entire poisonous swamp.

Above the poisonous swamp, Shi Gu stood in the air, his blood-red pupils looking down at the green poisonous swamp.

However, what should have been a sticky green poisonous swamp was now burning with blood-red flames. The flames seemed to be the nemesis of the poisonous swamp and easily ignited a sea of ​​fire on the surface of the poisonous swamp.

The murderous aura turns into flames.

The murderous aura was like a deadly poison. Wherever it passed, there was blood and filth, corrosion and infection, and the original things became riddled with holes.

At this moment, the poisonous swamp has been polluted by murderous aura and can no longer be connected with Yao Zhi.

Under the poisonous swamp, Yao Zhi's face darkened, full of anger, but also a bit of fear.

He never thought that an unknown Bai Yuncang could push him to such a point, or was it that he had no talent after all.

Yao Zhi did not think further. He sighed and stretched out his hand. In an instant, light flowed and a green sword appeared in his hand.

Of course he had a sword. How could someone who longed for the sword light so much as he did not have a sword?

Yao Zhi grasped the green sword and looked upward. At this moment, Shi Gu also looked down. The two of them stared at each other from a distance across the thick poisonous swamp.

The next moment, the two of them moved at the same time. A clear light flashed in Yao Zhi's eyes, and he suddenly raised his sword and slashed it upwards.

The sword light was pure, cutting through the thick poisonous swamp, straight and dazzling, just like the sword light he had seen that year, like a meteor, cutting through the sky.

However, the next moment, the sky suddenly became bright, and a bright light lit up in the depths of Yao Zhi's eyes.

Under the tremendous force, as if the world was created, a straight blade of light instantly split the entire poisonous swamp into two, like a god dividing the sea, and the moonlight fell and shone into the bottom of the poisonous swamp.

Shi Gu stood in mid-air, looking down quietly as if he was using a knife to split the sea.

Yao Zhi's pupils trembled, and a knife line passed from his forehead downwards. Yao Zhi's eyes widened, his consciousness gradually faded, and his body was split in half.

But at the last moment, Yao Zhi stretched out his hand and clenched it, looking dazed.

What he has been seeking all his life is this dazzling light and this power of heaven and earth.

Why...why, why is it that the person who can make such a cut with the sword is not me?

The last of his consciousness dissipated, and Yao Zhi's body split into two halves and fell to the bottom. Then the poisonous swamp that was separated by the knife light surged up again and filled the bottom.

The green pus quickly corroded Yao Zhi's remains, leaving no trace of his body.

Yao Zhi, he never really left Tianluo Mountain from beginning to end. The sword light he saw was just a new stone, a temporary solution to his thirst.

Shi Gu landed quietly on the ground, took a deep breath, opened his mouth and exhaled, but a ball of blood-red flame came out, falling on the poisonous swamp.

The blood flames will burn the poisonous swamp here cleanly, but Shi Gu has no way to deal with the big pit corroded by the venom.

The battle tonight was somewhat beyond Shi Gu's expectations. Yao Zhi was much stronger than the other early ninth-grade warriors, and he was cautious enough to hide at the bottom of the poisonous swamp the whole time.

If this battle took place in Huiyin City, I wonder how many innocent people would be involved.

Yao Zhi is very strong. In Shi Gu's opinion, if he can survive, he will be able to enter the late ninth level of martial arts in the future.

After Shi Gu took a look at the burning blood flame, he turned and left. He once again turned into a flash of sword light and disappeared into the night sky.

……

The next day, it was dawn.

When the people of Huiyin City woke up, they were surprised to find that the once bustling gambling street was now a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

The King of Hell, who was feared by the whole street, was beheaded and fell in a pool of blood like the other corpses, with his eyes open.

There was a table in the brothel, on which was a thick stack of indentures, a short piece of letter paper, and a lot of silver bills. There was a severed hand nailed to the table, as if warning of something.

A bolder brothel girl approached the table and picked up the piece of letter paper. After a moment, she was so surprised that she shouted and called out the other brothel girls.

The women in the brothel quickly surrounded the table, looking at the stack of indentures and banknotes, crying and laughing, with red eyes.

What no one knew was that in Huiyin City, a wealthy man named Ma had his head chopped off by a knife and the head sank into a dirty pit of feces.

Outside Huiyin City, the original peach garden has become a sinkhole hundreds of feet long and deep. The green liquid has long been burned out, and at the bottom of the sinkhole, a green sword with only the hilt left is buried in the soil.

People from the five major sects had already gathered there. The elders stood at the bottom of the tiankeng, frowning in thought, and talking in low voices from time to time.

"It can't be wrong. Both sides are warriors of the ninth level of martial arts, and their strength is not low. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to create such a big scene."

"Unfortunately, there is only a hilt left here, and no bones. I don't know if someone died."

"It's really strange, are there so many ninth-grade martial artists now?"

Among the crowd, the elders of Medicine King Valley, dressed in green, were also talking in low voices. They also did not know who had died here.

Elder Yao Zhi in the valley did not return all night, but Elder Yao has always been weak. The two people who fought last night were so powerful, how could they be Elder Yao?

A white-haired old man from Yaowang Valley bent down, picked up the green sword handle, and handed it to his eyes. After looking at it carefully for a moment, he revealed a smile of relief.

"Yao Zhi, Yao Zhi, I never thought you would die like this."

The white-haired old man was delighted. He had seen Yao Zhi's sword before and was the only person in Yao Wang Valley who knew Yao Zhi's strength.

Yao Zhi was good at hiding his weaknesses and had a cold personality. The white-haired old man had seen his methods before and was quite afraid of him. He did not expect that the terrifying Yao Zhi would die here just like that.

Thinking of this, the white-haired old man was overjoyed and didn't want to stay any longer. He turned and left, throwing the broken sword handle away with a wave of his hand.

The hilt of the sword spun in the air and finally inserted into a raised mound of earth, like an unknown grave. The broken hilt corroded by venom was the best annotation of Yao Zhi's life.

Chapter 81: Skyfire Gang (I)

By noon, the noisy crowds on the gambling street gradually dispersed and calm returned.

Shi Gu hid in the dark and carefully looked at all the people who came to the gambling street today, but in the end he still didn't find the person he was looking for.

Nanmian, the evil swordsman and Suxin's apprentice, usually loves to hang out in places like casinos. Shigu is sure that Nanmian must be in Huiyin City, but he deliberately avoids Shigu.

For this reason, Nanmian even refused to come to his favorite casino.

Shi Gu sighed, turned around and left the gambling street. Nan Mian was a man who spent money like water. He was greedy for money but not lustful. He was both good and evil. He was a rogue that Shi Gu wanted to teach a lesson to whenever he saw him.

Perhaps it was because of this that Nanmian deliberately avoided Shigu.

After Shi Gu left the gambling street, he went to the dock and found the group of people he least wanted to deal with.

Skyfire Gang.

It is said in the martial arts world that the person who deserves to die the most is Shi Gu, the most cold-blooded person is Zhu Tian Jie Sha, and the people that people least want to deal with are most likely members of the Tianhuo Gang.

In short, the people in the Skyfire Gang are not mentally normal.

Shi Gu arrived at the dock, and before he took the initiative to look for the people from the Tianhuo Gang, he saw a group of people getting into a conflict.

A burly man, carrying a huge black sword on his back, was pointing at a young girl and cursing.

"You guys from the Skyfire Gang don't know how to do business. You stole my goods and you still dare to ask me for money."

"See my heavy black iron sword? Believe it or not, I can chop you to pieces with one strike of my sword."

It sounded like the Tianhuo Gang was in the wrong. Shi Gu looked up at the girl who was being scolded, and then his eyes twitched and he became speechless.

The girl from the Skyfire Gang was wearing a purple long dress and carrying twelve long swords on her back. The twelve long swords were obviously very heavy, and they weighed down the girl's back.

The most eye-catching thing is not the twelve long swords behind the girl, but the yellow and black cat squatting on her head.

To be precise, this is a little tiger.

The little tiger was obviously very heavy, and it caused the girl's head to droop slightly, making her look hunchbacked and with a short neck, but this did not affect her appearance.

Because she painted a red mask on her little face, the kind of mask used in operas, so bright red that it made people feel nervous.

There is no doubt that this girl is from the Tianhuo Gang. No normal person can think of such an exaggerated dressing style.

"We in the Skyfire Gang believe in honesty and integrity in business. Your goods are indeed missing, but it was definitely not stolen by us."

The girl argued with reason, but her words were not convincing.

The sturdy man twitched the corner of his mouth and said angrily.

"Bullshit, this thing disappeared from your ship, who else but you could have done anything about it?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you met a fairy at sea, and the fairy waved his sleeves and took away everything."

The girl was startled when she heard this, and after thinking for a moment, she spoke seriously.

"In fact, we met a fairy at sea, and the fairy waved his sleeves..."

"What the hell..."

Shi Gu's face was filled with gloom after hearing this, but he was also somewhat confused in his heart. Although the people of the Tianhuo Gang were not quite normal in their brains, they still had some sense when doing business, and they would not do anything like stealing goods from black people.

While Shi Gu was thinking, the two men were about to fight, and the onlookers saw this and tried to persuade them.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Huh? Is that how you guys stop a fight?

The sturdy man drew out the heavy black iron sword from his back, pointed the sword tip at the girl and said.

"My heavy black iron sword was left by an immortal. Once I draw my sword, it will kill the enemy with one blow."

Shi Gu took a look at the heavy black iron sword and there was no doubt about it. The sword was hollow inside and it was not made of black iron. It looked more like it was made from the leftover materials after casting weapons.

To survive in the world, one must have a gimmick.