Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

"So, I'll let you go this time, but——"

"Longxiang Temple must close its doors for fifty years."

"As long as I, Bai Yu, am still alive in this world, there will always be a knife hanging over the heads of you Buddhists."

"If any of you dare to step out of the gate of Longxiang Temple, I will regard you as tired of living."

"I have killed enough canonized saints, I wouldn't mind one or two more."

Bodhisattva Kasyapa sat there in silence.

After a long time.

A monk approached and asked: "Venerable Sir, what should we do next?"

"Repair Longxiang Temple first, and send the monks there for recuperation and healing." The old monk opened his eyes, and seemed to have aged several dozen years in the blink of an eye: "From today on, the temple will be closed for fifty years. This Xuantian Grand Ceremony will be..."

"Buddhism, no more fighting."

……

At the foot of the mountain, on the roadside.

Mu Yaoxi looked in the direction of Longxiang Temple and asked, "Are you just going to let them go like this?"

"How could that be? We have to settle accounts step by step... Shi Longxiang will soon be stripped of his title as one of the top ten. How dare he rank ahead of the Flower Saint with his level of ability?" Bai Yu said calmly, "Besides, we have other things to do. If we kill the Buddha today, there will be endless troubles. If he gets desperate and insists on exchanging his injuries for my life, I will suffer the more."

Mu Yaoxi nodded: "That's true... But when were you canonized?"

"Half a month ago." Bai Yu said, "I faked my death to avoid Luo Hou's sight and to buy time for canonization. If I stay in Da Xia, I won't be able to have peace in a short time."

He glanced at Mu Yaoxi and nodded: "You seem to have recovered a lot. Next, take Ren Nanbei to treat his injuries. It would be best to go to the Taoist Xuan Sect. The situation in Xuantian Division is complicated at the moment. I don't know if there are any Tai Sui incarnations."

"then you?"

"I want to go to the capital." Bai Yu looked towards the capital. "The capital is in chaos right now. Tai Sui has given me more than one problem. Haha... It's obvious that he wants to distract my mind and energy and drain my blood."

Mu Yaoxi was not very reassured. Even though Bai Yu had been canonized as a saint, she was still worried.

Because of Rahu.

Because of Tai Sui.

"Don't worry, I won't die." Bai Yu held her cheek and rubbed it: "It won't happen again this time."

"be careful."

Thousands of words were left unsaid in the end. Mu Yaoxi stood on tiptoe and left a gentle kiss.

A long rainbow appeared, and the white elm tree headed straight for the capital.

Mu Yaoxi stared at the departing figure for a long time.

"...You've been watching for five minutes. Do you want to pay attention to the injured people next to you?" Ren Nanbei couldn't help but ask.

"When did you wake up?"

"I was awake before, but I was just pretending to be unconscious because I didn't want to disturb you... But you just don't treat me as a living person." Ren Nanbei took a breath and said, "My head hurts."

"Your body is fine, but your soul and spirit have been infused too much by the Buddha's light. I'll let the Taoist sect take care of it for you later." Mu Yaoxi said casually, "Use the Taoist sect's great memory erasure technique."

Ren Nanbei said as he lay there: "He will be fine. He has a very strong life."

"I know." Mu Yaoxi paused: "I just realized that I missed a question..."

"what is the problem?"

"He's back, so... where are Su Ruoli and Su Ruoji?"

……

Beijing City, Zhonghu Gate Guard Office.

An old man in security uniform was sitting on a chair, blood dripping down his cuffs and spreading to the bottom of the chair.

In front of the old man, the swordsman with two swords on his waist shook his left hand, tore off a piece of his arm and threw it out from the window.

The security guard's body was shaking, but his eyes remained firm as he stared at the indistinguishable male or female monster...

"You know you are no match for me, so just give way. Why do you have to let me tear off one of your hands?"

Qianji Luosha said in a low voice: "Why, now you don't want the eyeballs anymore?"

The old security guard said in a low voice: "This is not a place where you can act wild."

"Hard-boned." Qianji Luosha sneered: "Standing guard here is more valuable than the realm you have cultivated for so many years? What are you playing with?"

The security guard stood up and exerted force violently. Even though both his hands were disabled, he wanted to bite off the other person's neck in one bite.

But he missed and was grabbed by the head and smashed to the ground. The security booth suddenly broke into pieces and the human figure was thrown out like a twisted doll. When he landed on the ground, only two limbs were left, and he was in tatters.

The old security guard was caught by someone before he fell to the ground.

Huo Qiu Shui was not late. He rushed over as soon as he sensed the murderous intent, but what he saw was the result that had already ended.

The old security guard moved his lips and said in a low voice: "Don't, let him, in..."

"Old friend, don't talk..." Huo Qiu Shui took out a pill and fed it to the old security guard, sealing the acupoints to stop the bleeding, and then looked at the figure walking out of the gap in the security booth.

Qianji Luosha smiled and said, "What a murderous aura. I thought you didn't have much time left and your strength was declining, but I didn't expect you to be stronger with age... This aura is fully qualified to be among the top four of the top ten. You are worthy of being the most experienced martial saint in the world."

The Sword Saint did not answer, but stared at the stranger who broke in.

Neither male nor female, it is difficult to tell male from female…

But this is not the point. The point is the pair of swords behind it.

The Sword Saint recognized his origin at a glance.

Because the blades of the two swords have a dragon and a snake on them...

Huo Qiu Shui recognized the owner of the pair of dragon and snake swords.

Because this pair of swords were made by him personally... He gave one of the swords to his disciple and the other to his eldest son.

That was about a hundred years ago.

Huo Qiu Shui did not restrain his murderous intent, nor did he lose his composure because of the nostalgia he felt when he saw the familiar things of his old friend.

Even though he had been looking for the pair of swords for more than eighty years, when it appeared before his eyes, Huo Qiushui chose to skip it and instead questioned: "This is the central restricted area of ​​Daxia, offenders will be killed without mercy!"

Hearing this question, Qianji Luosha couldn't help but sigh in amazement: "I finally recognized the Dragon Snake Twin Sabres, but the first thing you asked was why I came. Are you really not interested in why these two swords are in my hands?"

A piercing cold light flashed from Huo Qiushui's withered eyes: "I am the guardian of Zhonghu. This position does not allow for any personal feelings. If you want to borrow the things of an old friend to beg for mercy, you are probably looking down on me!"

Responsibility far outweighs personal feelings!

"Look down on you? How could I look down on you?"

Qianji Luosha laughed loudly: "On the contrary... I think highly of you, Sword Saint."

"You are indeed such a person. In your eyes, nothing is more important than the justice of the country and the responsibility on your shoulders. What is a mere sword? You can even abandon the lives of your relatives and disciples."

"What a selfless person you are."

"Is that what I said?"

"My dear grandpa."

……

Bei Ming’s house, the main gate.

The door is open.

The courtyard is spacious.

All the noble families paused outside the door.

Nangong Shan glanced at the leaders of the other two families.

Dongfang Hong remained silent.

Fu Yulou's expression was calm.

"Let's go in and take a look." Nangong Shan stepped over the threshold first.

When the toes touched the ground, the bone-chilling cold hit my face, and a green flame lit up, blocking the low temperature out.

Nangong Shan looked at the figure in the wide courtyard behind the Feng Shui wall through the biting cold wind, and cursed in her heart, "Idiot, I clearly reminded you, why didn't you leave!"

Bei Mingque stood alone in the biting cold wind.

"Tonight, the Bei Ming family's door is always open and the door is not locked at night."

"But... whoever dares to step in should be prepared to leave his life behind!"

Chapter 875: Family, Country, and the World, the First Sword Master

Luoyang City.

"Isn't it just cleaning up the garbage? How did it get to this point?"

Huo Haitang looked at Ren Nanbei, who looked listless, and couldn't help but ask.

"...I encountered some accidents." Ren Nanbei didn't really want to talk about the fact that he was almost converted into a bald head. It was rather embarrassing.

Mu Yaoxi succinctly recounted what had happened before.

Lin Haiya, who had been indifferent at first, froze after hearing this: "He has been canonized?"

"I don't have to lie." Mu Yaoxi raised his chin proudly: "This isn't incredible, is it? He was able to kill the Ten Evils, so why can't he be canonized before the age of 20?"

"Canonization too early often does not have a solid foundation and may leave hidden dangers." Huo Haitang asked worriedly, "Did he also go to help the capital?"

"He said that there might be some big changes in the capital, and he might be worried about our mother's safety." Mu Yaoxi directly called Bei Mingyao mother and treated herself as the daughter-in-law to be married.

No one at the scene cared about her self-indulgence.

"With the Sword Saint in the capital, nothing can go wrong." Ren Nanbei hummed while lying on the sofa, "He has a profound background. As the longest-lived Martial Saint in Daxia, his strength is enough to be ranked among the top three in the top ten."

"Blind confidence is not a good thing." Mu Yaoxi said with a sidelong glance: "I don't know much about the Sword Saint, but because of what happened in the past, I don't have much trust in him."

"You can rest assured about this." Huo Haitang said bluntly: "You may not know the old man very well. In his heart, Da Xia is the most important. Even if someone threatens the lives of our relatives, he will never compromise."

Lin Haiya looked at the senior sister of the Martial Saint Pavilion, somewhat surprised that she would comment on her own grandfather in this way.

"I have nothing to do now, so I can tell you about Huo Qiushui's past..." Huo Haitang said slowly, "Huo Qiushui was born in a humble family. The Great Xia Dynasty more than 200 years ago can be regarded as one of the prosperous times written in ancient history, but it was not the modern society we are familiar with. He was not born into the scholar-official class, but lived in a farmer's family. He became an orphan at the age of ten, lost his cultivated land, and was forced to beg for a living... He was illiterate before he was thirteen years old, but later he was lucky. When he was a thief, he stole the luggage of a swordsman in the rivers and lakes. Although he was caught on the spot, his true nature was also discovered. The other party developed a love for talent, and a wandering swordsman began to train him as a disciple."

"Huo Qiushui had been struggling in the martial arts world until he was 27 years old. He became the leader and darling of the martial arts world. No one cared about his humble birth and only wanted to make friends with this future martial arts giant. Then he met a man named Tong, who was as outstanding as him. The two hit it off and became close friends. The Tong family was a military family and should not have been together with martial arts heroes. The meeting between the two was really a coincidence... Huo Qiushui, as a martial arts hero, was originally a homeless person, but when he made his first friend, his life trajectory began to change..."

"Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. Because of Huo Qiushui's carelessness, Tong blocked a knife for him during a competition and died suddenly. Because of Tong's sudden death, Huo Qiushui also changed. He killed his enemies out of revenge, and his identity could no longer be used, so he made a decision. He would use Tong's identity and live in his place."

"He joined the army, and stayed there for ten years. Generals die in a hundred battles, and warriors return after ten years. Ten years of military life infused Huo Qiushui's sword with a powerful spirit. He could no longer get used to ordinary wandering in the rivers and lakes, and began to think more deeply about the path of his country."

"For the next fifty years, Huo Qiushui seemed to have disappeared into silence... Fifty years later, the 'Long Knife Snowy Night' case broke out in Daxia. When he appeared on the historical stage again, he had already been canonized. As a direct participant in the Long Knife Snowy Night, he achieved great political success and founded the Martial Saint Pavilion."

"At this time, Huo Qiushui was less than eighty years old, still an extremely young saint. With the power of the world in his hands, he could consolidate his power, cultivate his confidants, and become a great pillar of Daxia, but he didn't do so... The Wusheng Pavilion was in its infancy and was basically used as a royal guard. He completely treated himself as a knife, slashing everywhere, the knife light split the rotten flesh, and then new shoots grew."

“After everything was over, the Martial Saint Pavilion fell silent and was incorporated into the Divine Martial Division. Huo Qiushui began to recruit disciples and teach them martial arts and swordsmanship… Even though other Martial Saints joined the Martial Saint Pavilion and dispersed his voice, the Sword Saint never said anything was wrong.”

Huo Haitang said slowly: "For Huo Qiushui, Daxia is the greatest masterpiece of his life, even higher than his life and sword. The interests of Daxia always come first. He will never betray Daxia, even if he dies."

Mu Yaoxi asked: "If it is really as you said, then why did he want to cause trouble for Bai Yu when Wusheng Pavilion and Bai Yu had a conflict?"

Huo Haitang said calmly, "Because Bai Yujing had not yet shown such amazing talent at that time, and also because the old man had changed a little. He was already very old, and he wanted to leave something for the younger generations, so he acquiesced to the expansion of the Wusheng Pavilion's influence."

"Everyone will change as they get older... It's inevitable that people will become confused as they get older," said Ren Nanbei.

"It's not just because of his age. There is another thing, something from the past... This is the direct reason that prompted Grandpa to change." Huo Haitang's eyes were deep: "This matter is about Wusheng Pavilion... That was before we were born, about a hundred years ago."

"At that time, the Martial Saint Pavilion was thriving. The disciples revered the Sword Saint and often fought against him. Dozens of Martial Saint Pavilion disciples rushed forward and were knocked down one by one. The Sword Saint sat on the backs of the disciples, drank strong liquor and laughed loudly."

"At the same time, Huo Qiushui also had a child."

"Huo Guochang is Huo Qiushui's eldest son. He has been taught by example since he was young. The old man really hopes that he can inherit his legacy."

"Huo Guochang lived up to everyone's expectations. He won the title of Haoyue when he was just over 20 years old. He values ​​friendship over fame. He is known as 'Chilong Young Master' in the capital. This title comes from the Chilong sword in his hand, which was forged by Huo Qiushui himself when his eldest son was born. It took him a year and six months to make."

"Daxia is accumulating development potential, the times are advancing steadily, and everything is peaceful and good."

"Later, a Japanese woman named Sanqianyuan came to Daxia and demonstrated her superb swordsmanship and saber skills. She defeated dozens of Wusheng Pavilion disciples and finally fought against Huo Guochang, the Wusheng Pavilion's direct disciple. The two sides fought from sunset to dawn. Huo Guochang narrowly won by half a move. Sanqianyuan admitted defeat and joined the Wusheng Pavilion to learn swordsmanship and saber skills."

"Huo Guochang and Sanqianyuan got to know each other through fighting. They were in the same Wusheng Pavilion and spent every day together. They were a young couple, and even though they were of different nationalities, they still had feelings for each other, and even got to the point of getting married privately."

Mu Yaoxi couldn't help but interrupt, "Sanqianyuan is a Japanese, and Huo Qiushui himself was born in a humble family, so he shouldn't care about family background, right? I remember his two first wives were not from high-class families, but from ordinary families."