087 halberd is difficult to resist Yasukuni's hatred

However, in Chang'an's post station, Nangong Xia ordered a few dishes and asked for a pot of candle wine to drink alone. He did not figure out what the Blood Spirit Sect did in Nanshan, but he didn't have many ideas in his heart. Although he was a disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect, he did not have much sense of existence in the Blood Spirit Sect, let alone A sense of belonging.

"Dog bastard, you ruined the master's good deeds last time. Let's see where you want to escape today." Outside the house, a voice said that the Xia language was relatively stiff. Obviously, it was not a Xia person, but it was also a Xia person. How could it be a Xia person who dared to make such a loud noise in this Chang'an land?

"When Grandpa returns to Luoyang, he will definitely make you look good." It was a teenager who spoke and saw him holding an iron halberd in his hand. Although he seemed to be seriously injured at this time, several people opposite him seemed to be extremely afraid of him and did not mean to do it for a moment.

"Well, you think your owner in Luoyang is willing to stand out for you. Joke, you are just a dog raised by others. The dog has caused a big disaster. Maybe your master wants to kill you." The leader said, and after saying that, he gently knocked on his machete, and then said, "Sorry, I'm wrong. Are you a Xia person? It's a great insult to compare Xia people with dogs."

"You." The teenager said that he did not refute it again, but just split the halberd at the people. Although this juvenile halberd method is good, the halberd has long been damaged, and the small branches on the halberd have fallen. Moreover, he was seriously injured and fell into the wind a few times, and he was about to be restrained by those people.

"Enough, go and tell your master that it's not your turn to talk about the Xia people." Nangong Xia said that he casually picked up the chopsticks on the table and shot them out. Those people were just ordinary people. How could they resist Nangong Xia's move? The chopsticks all pierced those people's arms. If Nangong Xia hadn't thought that killing them would have stained his hands, those people would have been safe.

"How dare you offend Uncle in Chang'an. Wait, Uncle will definitely make you look good." The leader shouted loudly. He hurriedly left without even seeing who had hurt him. Obviously, this was just a lie. He said this in a hurry, so that the words were not accurate and it was extremely difficult to distinguish. Nangong Xia also thought for a long time before understanding what the other party said.

"Master, please be worshipped by your disciples." The teenager came in and said that the first time he entered the hall, he recognized that the person who saved him was Yu Jiangxuancheng who saved him, and the halberd map he had learned was also sent by this person. That's why he saluted to Nangong Xiaxing's disciples.

"It's really you." Nangong Xiadao, he felt that the other party was very familiar with the halberd method, and he never thought it was the person he knew.

"Master, please teach me how to defeat the enemy." The young man said that he had already been very strong for his own halberd method, but he had never been so powerful that he wanted to practice the method of defeating the enemy with this master, so as to complete his ideals in his heart, and regain the origin and prosperity for this summer.

"Get up. I am not qualified to accept you as my disciple." Nangong Xiadao tried the teenager's qualifications with his left hand, but found that he was an excellent golden life. If he practiced magic, it would usually have excellent results.

"But. Please complete it." The teenager still refused to give up.

"Sit down." Nangong Xiadao thought for a while before asking, "Say, why do you want to learn those methods to defeat the enemy? It is not easy to learn those methods. Maybe you may not even be able to get started in your life."

"I want this world to return my summer to the universe." The teenager said that his eyes were firm at this time, and what he said was exactly what he had been thinking for a long time. At this time, Nangong Xia's hand was still on his wrist, and the other party had no cultivation. Nangong Xia could see whether what he said was true or not.

"Come on, I don't think you are welcome here." Nangong Xiadao saw that the people around him hid outside after hearing the teenager's words, so he shook his head and smiled. He got up and walked out first. He is leaving here now, but he just doesn't want some flies to attract him. Those flies will dirty his hands, and if they don't kill, they will be endless, but they are extremely annoying.

The two kept moving forward, left Chang'an, and sat down in a dilapidated pavilion by the post road.

"What's your name?" Nangong Xia asked, at this time, he had some ideas about the teenager's departure and stay.

"Disciple Situ Wei." The teenager said that he also saw that the person in front of him seemed to have the intention to accept him as an apprentice, and he was extremely happy.

"Well, don't call me master. I said I can't accept you as an apprentice." Nangong Xia said that his face was still firm when he saw this, so he said, "I can teach you something useful, but you can't tell anyone about this, and you can't pass it on to anyone."

"Yes, disciple swore that if this matter is spread, he will die under the teacher's halberth, and his soul will not be super alive." Situ Wei raised his hand and swore that his words were just unintentional, but they had no other meaning.

"Okay, get up. Although I don't use the halberd, if you break today's oath, I don't mind killing you with the halberd." Nangong Xia said that he took out the halberd he got from the Lover Valley of Devil City and gave it to Situ Wei. At the same time, he said, "I think your halberd is broken. I accidentally got this halberd. I'll give it to you to use."

At this time, Nangong Xia remembered the name of the halberd Yu Shenwu Qiuji. He was in a trance and didn't know whether it was right or wrong to send it out, so he said again, "If this thing is lost, you can apologize to yourself."

Although Nangong Xia did not hear Xue Lingzong say anything more about Shenwu Qiuji, this thing was so similar to the name of Yu Hai Si Dongling, and it was a little difficult for him to make a decision.

"Yes, the disciple should remember it." Situ Wei picked up the halberd and looked at it. The halberd was cold and small. He was happy when he saw this thing, so he vowed, "Every halberd is there, and the halberd is lost."

"Well, I see that you have excellent qualifications, so I will teach you a set of mental methods first. You have to practice well in order to achieve great success as soon as possible. The name of this mental method is called 'Yihuajing'. You have to remember it well. Don't be wrong." Nangong Xia said that he would tell the other party the scriptures of the Yihua Sutra at this time. Even if Nangong Xia only gave him a brief explanation, it took him a lot of time.

"Master, this is." Situ Wei said that he found that the scripture was so obscure at this time. Even if the other party had said it, he still couldn't understand it, and how could he talk about practicing hard.

"You just need to remember. If your mood comes, you will slowly pay attention to it." Nangong Xiadao, he looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was falling, and he didn't want to teach any more. So he continued, "After today, I haven't taught you anything, and you don't know me. You know."

"However, one day is a teacher, and one lifetime is a teacher." Situ Wei said that there were many things he couldn't understand, so how could he let the master go? But when he saw that the other party stared at him coldly, he changed his words and said, "It's Master. The disciple should keep Master in his heart and won't tell anyone to know."

"It's not possible to put it in your heart." Nangong Xiadao thought about Situ Wei's wish and looked at the direction of Nanshan. Then he said to him, "I let you not recognize me, but it's also for your own good, because I have set up a place for you. You are willing to go."

"Master, please tell me that the disciples dare not or forget." Situ Wei said that his heart was still dizzy at this time, and the reason was that he did not clear the intention of the Yihua Sutra.

"This is Nanshan to the south. After you go to Nanshan, you can look for those who are interested in rebuilding the universe of Xialanglang." Nangong Xia originally wanted him to remember the four words Zhuxia Weiyang, but he looked in the direction of Nanshan and thought that the Tianyun faction should also go there to investigate the matter of the Holy Gate, so he did not say anything about it.

"Yes, the disciple should remember it." Situ Wei said, but before he finished speaking, he saw that the person opposite had left with the sword. Until then, he did not know the name of his strange master, and he did not know about the master.

Besides, Nangong Xia saw that it was getting late, so he had gone with his sword. This time, he found a talented person and asked him to go to Nanshan to find the Blood Spirit Sect. He did not know whether it was right or wrong, but he always felt a strange feeling about it, but when he thought of what he saw in the north, he was relieved. The land of Jiangbei has become such a situation. I hope the bloody alliance can make a difference, said Nangong Xiaxin. It was getting late, and he didn't want to rush on his way at night, so he secretly entered Chang'an City to find a place to stay and planned to leave tomorrow.

At this time, there are indeed many wanted people in Chang'an City. The flies that Nangong Xia hates are these so-called government and their royal monks.

The next day, Nangong Xia went alone to the Baishan Tianyun faction. As for whether Situ Wei had found a person from the Blood Spirit Sect, he never thought about it. However, Nangong Xia didn't know that people with the fate of Situ Wei were the people who were painstakingly looking for by the Blood Spirit Sect.

However, on the west side of Jin, on the bank of the Zu River and on the bridge mountain, a woman in white walked on foot. In the night, the sky and the earth were vast, and the mountain mausoleums in the distance were only black shadows, like human-eating beasts. However, all this can have no impact on the woman in white.

The storm suddenly blew the cypress trees around the road, like ghosts crying.

The woman in white walked forward and saw that his clothes were thin. The breeze blew up her clothes, but it could not change her footsteps.

This woman is the woman who calls herself Qinji. She walked to the bank of the river. After arriving in the north of the river by boat, she stopped walking, turned to the wind all the way to the northwest, and finally came here. She stopped walking when she crossed the river, but also because she didn't want to see killing and death.

Although her journey was extremely slow, the mountain road was not too long, and soon she came to the hall, under the steps. Although she didn't want to come here, she had to come

She looked up at the 95-step stone platform and hadn't taken another step for a long time. She closed her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking. After a long time, she opened her eyes. At this time, her eyes seemed to have a faint blue-gold light, and her face was also absolute.

She lifted the corners of her skirt, stepped on these steps, and walked to the ancient temple above her head that had stood for thousands of years.

I don't know when it started, there were dark clouds here, and the clouds pressed down the bridge and mountain, and several lightnings crossed the sky, making the sky as bright as day.

The woman looked at the sky faintly, then ignored it and walked up slowly.

Before she went to the hall, the woman no longer walked forward or entered the hall. She took out the sacrifices at this door and arranged them in turn.

When she finished this ancient ceremony, she had painted something with her index finger in front of the hall. The stone ground became as soft as fine sand under her fingers.

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The first draft of this book has been completed. If you like it, remember to support it. However, after saying that, this book is centered on redemption, not on the protagonist's powerful power. This is already extremely non-mainstream in the online literary world. If there are real readers, that's damn it.

It's ridiculous that the author is the only one in this book. Speaking of it, it's really tragic.