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Text Chapter 294 Blood-washed sword is not my way

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    It is well known to all Qi practitioners in Kyushu that the Demon Sect uses two innate treasure magic swords, "Zhu Xian" and "Zhu Xian", to suppress luck. The sword of the Northwest Demon Sect's Supreme Ancestor Yantian is exactly the famous "Zhu Xian" sword.  Sword.  It is said in the myth that this sword is so sharp that it can cut off the three flowers and five spirits of the immortals in the upper world. There is a poem praising it: "It is neither copper, nor iron, nor steel. It was once hidden at the foot of Xumi Mountain. If you don't use the inversion of yin and yang to refine it, what's wrong?"  Water and fire temper the sharp edge, kill the immortals with their radiance, and trap the immortals with red light everywhere; the immortals change in infinite ways, and the clothes of the great gods are stained with blood."  " Obtaining two of the four swords to kill the immortal has ensured the prosperity of the Demon Sect's military fortune for thousands of years.  But no one knew that the Donghuang Bell, which ranked second among the top ten ancient artifacts, had also fallen into the hands of the Northwest Demon Sect.  Because the Yellow Emperor's Xuanyuan Sword has never been found, it is really a mystery whether this treasure really exists in the world. Therefore, the Donghuang Bell is often listed as the first of the top ten artifacts in treasure-searching documents.  This bell was originally the gate to heaven, but it was the Taoist treasure of Donghuang Taiyi, the god of the wilderness. It was said to be able to destroy heaven and earth and suppress all realms.  But in the subsequent mythical war, the East Emperor Taiyi fell, and the Jade Emperor rose up in Xuanqiong. The East Emperor Bell also lost most of its power, and turned into a bell that was as good at guarding as the five-color divine flag of the five directions.  Innate treasure.  But even without the ability to destroy the three realms, the Donghuang Bell is still the top of the innate treasures.  This bell can emit a majestic sound from heaven, destroying all evil spirits and demonic barriers, and can also allow people to hide in the "Tai Tian Realm" inside the bell, invulnerable to all laws. It is really a good treasure to settle down and live in peace.  For tens of thousands of years, countless monks have been searching for clues in ancient books, trying to find the whereabouts of the East Emperor Bell. But now that the heart-stealing grandmother was sacrificed in public, the hearts of the cultivators present were suddenly filled with turmoil.  What they saw and heard today will surely shock the nine states in the near future, causing the Taoist monks to re-estimate the weight of the Northwest Demon Sect.  Three innate treasures emitted thousands of strange lights in the sky. For a moment, the world shook, the five qi swayed, and the void was about to shatter.  The group of cultivators felt that they could not hold down the real energy in their body, and hot currents surged from the inner cauldron in their lower abdomen, rushing straight towards the heavenly gate on the top of their skulls, aiming to throw themselves into the three treasures.  Many lower-level monks were so intimidated by the majesty of these three innate treasures that they only dared to curl up and murmur in prayer.  Meng Kun and Ma Xiao, the chief deacons of Liangzhou Prefecture's Sacrifice Pavilion, were so horrified that their faces turned pale and their souls flew away.  If the masters of the two sects of Dao and Demon sacrificed three unparalleled treasures to fight on the spot, I am afraid that with just a slight collision of the treasures, the five hundred miles around Luoyankou would be devastated and turned into wasteland.  Meng Kun threw the golden scroll of the Dao Demon Collegiate into the air, opened his mouth and a stream of heart essence and blood spurted up. Looking at the golden scroll, the glow suddenly shone, auspiciousness rose, and the seal of the true spirit of the leader of the northwest sects  Shining together.  Master Ma Xiao hurriedly bowed to the golden scroll and shouted loudly: "Liangzhou enshrines Ge Meng Kun and Ma Xiao, respectfully invite all seniors to come forward and mediate this matter!" "How dare you!" A shout came from the golden scroll.  It rolled out, causing Qing Yanzi to tremble all over.  The Jiuli Demon Refining Pot spun in the air and turned into five-color strange light, flying back to Qing Yanzi's arms.  "Disciple is reckless!" Qing Yanzi bowed to the golden scroll and said respectfully, "Teacher Bo Mingjian, it is the evil woman of the Demon Sect who is provoking trouble and causing trouble. This disciple wants to punish one or two with the sect's most valuable treasure. It is definitely not the case.  Intentionally disobeying the master's uncle's decree." Before Qing Yanzi finished speaking, a few coughs came from the golden scroll. Kunlun Cangmingzi nodded and put away the Kunlun Mirror quietly.  As soon as the golden scroll was unfolded here, the two aggressive Taoist sects immediately ceased their activities.  The heart-wrenching grandma opposite was about to laugh when another old voice came out of the golden scroll, saying in a neutral tone: "Caiyi, you have collected the treasure and don't mess around." "Of course I listen to my ancestors.  Order." Grandma Dixin pouted, sucked her lips, and the Donghuang Bell above her head also turned into a stream of light and disappeared quietly.  Several majestic and vast auras came out from the golden scroll, and the heads of the northwest sects who had stamped the true spirit seal on the collegial golden scroll projected their spiritual thoughts over it.  Although no one showed his body, that ray of spiritual thought alone made Yu He feel his whole body tightening. None of the leaders of the demon sects in the northwest were lower than the ninth level of Huandan. Among them,  There are two more, faintly carrying the power of the Earthly Immortal Dao Fruit.  It seems that the disputes in the northwest and southwest are indeed different from the peaceful Yangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. The Taoist practice of the leader of the Demon Sect is obviously much stronger.  The headmaster of the Zhongnan Immortal Sect said in a loud voice: "Old Tuntian, that woman under your sect is not very proud of herself. She is causing trouble like this, but do you want me to take care of it for you?"  The ancestor of the Northwest Demon Sect, Tuntian, changed the subject of the conversation and pointed the finger directly at the heart-wrenching grandma. He immediately smiled coldly and retorted: "In my opinion, your disciples from Zhongnan Mountain are better than those from my Demon Sect."  He is also ridiculous and violent, and he will hurt others if he disagrees with you. However, this son is very suitable for me. He is really a pearl in your Zhongnan Mountain. How about you transfer him to my Tianshan Demon Gate?The position of Zuozong Dharma Protector is vacant.  " "Old devil, what a bullshit!  Zhongnan Qingyan, the real person, jumped to his feet, pointed his golden scroll and cursed loudly, "I, Qingyanzi, hate evil as much as my enemies, and I swear to be incompatible with you, the evil thief of the Demon Sect!"  Hearing this, Patriarch Tuntian laughed and said, "Good cultivation, good evil spirit, such a true cultivator of the right path!"  Fellow Taoists, can you see it clearly?  This kid is so crazy, he should be a member of my demonic path.  "The words of the ancestor of the Demon Sect made the head Zhongnan and Qing Yanzi speechless. "Woo" screamed, and a majestic purple invisible energy flew out of the air from the golden scroll, blasting the  The stunned Qing Yanzi was knocked upside down on the spot and fell slumped in the sand. Yu He smiled secretly in his heart: "It seems that everyone in the Demon Sect has a sharp tongue.  In this verbal fight, the leader of Zhongnan is really no match for him.  It's ridiculous that Master Qingyan is still doing a disservice. He couldn't hold it any longer, so he tarnished the face of his sect.  " It was hinted that after Cang Mingzi put away the Kunlun Mirror, the master of the Kunlun Immortal Sect had been sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight. At this time, seeing the leader Zhongnan losing the argument, he calmly said:  "I'm afraid you guys are so scattered, it's really hard to stop those Chihu masters who work together.  Now that Hu Yi has not retreated and the war is coming, we must put aside our differences for the time being and work together.  After the barbarian is driven out of the desert, it will not be too late for the two demon sects to talk about heroes.  " These words were said with great justice and impartiality. Meng Kun and Ma Xiao clasped their fists together and praised: "Senior Xuandu is absolutely right.  " "Qing Yanzi, as long as others don't cause trouble for you, you can calm down for a while. Otherwise, after you return to the mountain, you will squat on the cliff and never think about it again for the rest of your life!  "The leader of Zhongnan said angrily, and his spiritual thoughts dissipated in the air. "Listen to the meaning of Taoist friend Xuandu's words, as soon as the barbarians retreat, your Taoist master will come to me to have a drink and discuss heroes?  "Ancestor of the Demon Sect Tuntian suddenly asked. Wei Xingge and Grandma Dixin all felt their hearts skip a beat when they heard this, and the atmosphere in the place suddenly became more subtle. "Pindao didn't mean this.  Ancestor Tuntian should not misinterpret.  "The head of Kunlun made a vague excuse and hurriedly withdrew his spiritual thoughts. The spiritual thoughts of the ancestor Tuntian circled around Wei Xingge and Grandma Dixin, and also took back the true spirit seal on the golden scroll.  But I don¡¯t know what advice the Demon Sect Master secretly gave the two of them before he came. Wei Xingge frowned and said nothing, while Grandma Zixin pursed her lips with a serious look on her face, her eyes filled with evil.  , wandering around Zhongnan Qingyanzi and Kunlun Cangmingzi. The other leaders came to see the excitement, but now that the victims were gone, they all withdrew their thoughts.  The brilliance on the golden scroll dimmed and fell back into the hands of the great deacon Meng Kun. But Qing Yanzi, as if he was being pardoned, jumped up, patted the sand on his robe, spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and faced the Demon Sect.  The monk glared angrily and walked away with the Zhongnan disciples. The seven friends of the Demon Sect pointed at the back of Master Qingyan and laughed, but the black-robed Qingtu disciple suddenly waved his hand and said solemnly: "  It is not difficult to be a clown, but it is not easy to play a clown well.  " This sentence floated into the ears of Grandma Dixin. The expression on her face changed, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned. The seven friends of Yinfeng Cave also stopped laughing immediately, and they all looked strange. Cang Mingzi of Kunlun Immortal Sect  After giving Qingtu Sanren a deep look, he turned around silently and left with his disciples. Meng Kun and Ma Xiao came over and exchanged a few polite words with the Demon Sect cultivators.  Not even close to each other in appearance, it was naturally impossible to live in the same place. Wei Xingge declined the two great deacons, and the demon sect cultivators and the deacons of the Consecration Pavilion also left one after another. For a while, only Yu He was left.  Sitting alone in the ruins of Luoyankou, he took out the messenger jade talisman and asked Du Banshan, but Senior Brother Banshan was still in the Cave Heaven Treasure Realm of Kunlun Immortal Sect. Du Banshan planned to return to Luoyankou immediately after settling Sima Yan.  , but before he left the house, he suddenly received an urgent summons from his master, Fa Fu, telling him to go and report the battle at Luoyankou in person. Yu He also revealed the three innate treasures just now, and detailed the causes and consequences of the almost magical fight between the two Taoist and demon sects.  Having said that, Du Banshan was naturally surprised and repeatedly told Yu He to retreat carefully. Looking up, the sky was getting dark. There were many soldiers coming and going on the ruins of Luoyankou, so it was not a clean place for Yu He.  Standing up, he summoned a ray of sword light and headed straight to the simple hut that belonged to him in the backyard of Shunping Building on Shuocheng Old Street. Shopkeeper Lao Kang returned to Shunping with his bruised and exhausted body.  At the restaurant, when he was about to wash up and rest, he was surprised to find someone in Yu He's room. He didn't dare to open the door and disturb him. Instead, he brought a few jars of old wine and cut a large pot of cooked beef and placed it on Yu He's house like an offering.  On the stone in front of He's cabin, Yu He couldn't care less about his appetite at this time. The battle during the day was brewing in his heart.There are too many thoughts and thoughts that need to be understood one by one.  Therefore, as soon as he returned to the backyard of Shunping House, Yu He used the formation to cover the small house, sat cross-legged facing the window, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and then left without looking inwards.  In the realm of consciousness, the hexagonal sutra platform is still like a bright moon hanging high in the sky. Yu He's Xingguang Wisdom Sword swims back and forth on the sutra platform around the innate five directions and five elements. The nine-color strange light on the sword is blurred and sharp.  Connotation.  Under the glow of the sutra platform, I looked at the vast sea of ??clouds. Countless thoughts were like thunder snakes, flickering in and out of the gray-black clouds, some coming from far away, and some passing thousands of miles away.  Above the sea of ??clouds, the Southern Emperor's Immortal White Lotus stretched out billions of lotus petals. The strange blood evil formation had turned into a chaotic red cloud, floating in the center of the Eternal White Lotus, like a red stamen.  From this red cloud, wisps of blood light would rise up from time to time, but under the green light of the hexagonal prayer platform, as soon as the blood light swayed out of the Eternal White Lotus, it would turn into gray clouds,  Integrate with the sea of ??clouds.  Yu He knew that under the suppression of the two great treasures of the Hexagonal Sutra Platform and the Eternal White Lotus, this strange blood evil formation would no longer be able to stir up a sea of ??blood in his inner vision.  He directed his mind towards the hexagonal sutra platform, and the figure of the sword-dancing young man in white materialized from the sutra platform. He jumped down from the dome, stepped on the eternal white lotus, and stretched out his hands to move forward and left.  , the thought clouds in the sea of ??consciousness slowly separated.  Yu He looked intently, and saw a scene of yellow sand in the desert under the clouds. There was a majestic pass guarding the southeast, with flags flying at the top of the city. To the west, a black army was galloping towards them, with horse hooves flying and dust rising all over the sky. ? Could it be that the Hexagram Jingtai wanted to deduce the entire Luoyankou battle from beginning to end?  Yu He was shocked, but he didn't dare to be distracted. Since the hexagonal sutra platform was like this, there must be a deep meaning in it. Just take a closer look.  Sure enough, from the moment when the two armies exchanged arrows, Yu He killed the puppet monk with his sword, and the flying giant beast from outside the territory showed off its power, and then the four masters came to help, Master Luo Xiu and Wei Xingge teamed up to kill the giant beast, and finally Zhong Nan,  The masters of the two Kunlun sects arrived with innate treasures, and the demigod master Chihu appeared. After a fight, both sides were injured. Only then did the sword-dancing young man in white turn his palm and press down, and the illusion was frozen.  As the saying goes, "If you don't know the true face of Mount Lu, you only have to be in this mountain."  At this time, Yu He looked at the bloody scene of him killing thirteen puppet monks from the perspective of a bystander, and then he realized that the disaster that the Hexagonal Scripture Platform helped him resolve was indeed not a trivial matter.  Yu He didn't want to be another Master Luo Xiu or Chu Mingzi, a crippled swordsman, but he also marveled at the stunning sword light struck by Master Luo Xiu twice, and was deeply shocked by the fierce methods of ancient sword cultivators.  Today, he was very lucky to have the Hexagonal Scripture Platform and the Eternal White Lotus secretly helping him suppress the blood evil and use his plan. Otherwise, Master Luo Xiu would have seen the clues and turned his back on the spot. Yu He asked himself that even if he tried all his methods, he would never be able to stop Luo Xiu.  Cultivating the Three Swords of the Master.  And the awe-inspiring majesty of the innate treasure and the Chihu demigod master also made Yu He sigh at the vastness of the world and how many wonders there are.  Although he has been blessed with great fortunes and has great Taoist cultivation, the two rare treasures he has next to him are always working and not working, and his sword skills are not as good as those above.  Compared with the treasure, I still have no confidence.  After a battle was deduced, Yu He was already sweating through his clothes and was unconscious in the flames of war. Only when he looked back again did he truly understand the meaning of "merciless on the battlefield".  During the day, he only focused on watching the wonderful fight between the strange man from the outside world and the monks from Kyushu, but he paid little attention to the bloody fight up and down the city wall.  But the illusion evolved from the hexagonal sutra platform appeared in detail, and all the details on the battlefield were replayed one by one in Yu He's sea of ??consciousness. Every moment, countless soldiers from both armies died on the battlefield, and countless wailings were heard that were heartbreaking.  I don¡¯t know how many wronged souls have fallen into hell, and I don¡¯t know how many causes and effects arise from this.  Especially those master diners from the Sima family in Shuocheng. They have lived together in the small frontier town for seven years and are all familiar to Yu He. Although they are highly skilled in martial arts, their lives are still at stake in the flames of war.  Yu He watched helplessly as these people died tragically under the swords and axes of the Chihu barbarians. The familiar voices, faces, and smiles were fragmented in his memory, and his heart seemed to be blocked by something invisible.  There is an inexplicable "potential" on the battlefield that will involve everyone in the killing and become an involuntary pawn.  But the deduction of the Hexagonal Scripture Platform pulled Yu He out of the blood sea chessboard at Luoyankou, allowing him to see with the eyes of a chess spectator, to see clearly what he had done, and even more clearly  The faces and fate of everyone in the war.  Although Yu He kept reminding himself that this battle was over, and now it was just the Hexagonal Scripture Platform that took him through it again with its supreme mystery, but every time he saw the painful part, Yu He could not deal with it silently, and his muscles and bones trembled all over.  From time to time, I want to jump down. If I can save someone, it will be an extra comfort.  The sword-dancing young man in white sighed silently, sitting cross-legged on the illusion of ruins at Luoyankou, with a solemn and compassionate look on his face, and murmuring a mantra in his mouth.  Thirty-six times "Pure Sitting and Forgetting""Su Xin Wen" flowed through Yu He's heart, suppressing his generosity and clearing up the turbid air accumulated in his chest.  When there were no more thunder snakes dancing wildly in the clouds of Yu He's consciousness, the sword-dancing young man in white stood up, stretched out his hand, and the Xingguang Wisdom Sword on the hexagonal sutra platform fell into his palm.  It turned into a three-foot cold front with bright green light.  "The luminous cup of grape wine, I want to drink the pipa immediately. Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?" A line of seven-character quatrains was engraved in the void by the sword light swaying freely, and twenty-eight large characters were painted on silver.  The hook, twisting and turning is like a knife and ax breaking the wind, and a tragic and unbridled martyr's ambition overflows from the lines.  There was a faint layer of drunken red in the green and graceful sword light. I don¡¯t know if it was the color of grape wine, or it reflected the blood on the battlefield.  The young man in white clothes danced the sword once and stood with the sword in his arms.  Feeling that Yu He was impressed by the artistic conception, he smiled slightly, flicked his finger and hit a three-foot green edge in his palm, then moved his sword in the air and started dancing.  The trajectory of the sword's edge is still the same as before, but the twenty-eight characters are twenty-eight sword moves, and every seven moves form a sword force.  As the artistic conception of the poem changes, the energy of the sword's force also changes from "hidden" to "revealed", becoming more and more intense.  At the last seven moves, the sword gleamed and shattered the sky, with the intention of cutting through the illusion of the battlefield with one sword. But when he wrote the last word "hui", the sword-dancing young man in white suddenly turned around and lowered his wrists, climbing to the top.  He was holding back the heroic momentum, and there seemed to be an unending sword intent, filling his chest with the desire to use it.  This time Yu He broke away from the poetry and focused on the sword moves.  I saw only these twenty-eight moves, which were open and closed. The further they were used, the more vivid the iron-blooded aura of the battlefield became.  Yu He read Master Luo Xiu's sword intention from these twenty-eight moves, which was the true intention of the ancient swordsman to kill, "the sword will never come back, and it will not return its sheath until it drinks blood".  It should be noted that Master Luo Xiu devoted himself to sword practice for twenty-four years, corroborating the current swordsmanship blunted by dogma with the incomplete ancient swordsmanship of killing.  When he slashed out with his sword, the sword intention contained in it was so profound that Yu He could not see it all at a glance.  The mysterious and flawless hexagonal sutra platform, using the appearance of a sword-dancing young man in white, forcibly dismantled Master Luo Xiu's sword intention and transformed it into a total of twenty-eight swords.  After going through these twenty-eight swords, I can finally deduce the true meaning of Master Luo Xiu's sword.  As for the last moment when he withdrew his sword without firing it, perhaps it reflected Master Luo Xiu's depression of not being able to penetrate the realm of returning to his sect for a long time. Such a tiny trace of regret was still transformed into a sword by the hexagonal sutra platform.  trick.  The sword-dancing boy in white clothes kept moving the sword, practicing the twenty-eight sword techniques over and over again, but Yu He could never tire of it, and the more he watched, the more he became obsessed with it.  At the back, the illusion of the battlefield under the sea of ??consciousness clouds started to move again, and time went back for a moment. The sword-dancing young man stepped onto the city wall and fought with the Chihu soldiers who were not afraid of death.  When the killing sword met the fearless warrior, a bloody storm was immediately set off.  However, the tragic death of the Chihu soldiers made the Dayong defenders happy to escape death.  "Don't laugh, lying drunk on the battlefield. How many times have we fought in ancient times?" The sword-dancing young man in white made fourteen sword strikes in a row. The cold light was like a net, and he chopped dozens of red Hu soldiers to pieces.  In front of him were the barbarians covered in blood, and behind him were the Yong defenders who were prostrate and worshiping. The young man in white held a sword dripping with blood in his hand and looked up at the sky. In his blazing eyes, he was clearly shouting silently at Yu He.  Yu He shook his head fiercely and opened his eyes. He stretched out his hand and the wine jar outside the house flew up, smashed the wooden door, and fell into his arms.  Yu He slapped open the mud seal on the mouth of the jar with one palm, and raised the whole jar of strong wine above his head. The cold wine slurry poured down like a waterfall, penetrated the throat and entered the abdomen, turning into a billowing stream of heat.  "Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?" Yu He chuckled, wiped a handful of wine splashed on his face, and murmured to himself, "How could I not understand the principle of killing to stop killing?  But in ancient times, the way of swordsmanship was extremely strong and fierce, and it boasted that it would rather break than bend, but in the end, it was not easy to follow the trend? There are three thousand avenues, choose one of them, although I have a sword, but how can I really achieve enlightenment in the sea of ??blood?  Killing is definitely not my way, Yu He. I can't take this step! "This is the first time that Yu He has disobeyed the guidance of the Hexagonal Scripture Platform. The illusion of the battlefield in his consciousness suddenly disappeared, but the mysterious Scripture Platform remained the same.  It's a strange light that shines high, neither happy nor angry.  The sword-dancing young man in white clothes stood on the clouds, waved his hand and threw the three-foot green blade back onto the sutra platform. He curled up the corner of his mouth, showed an incomprehensible smile, and turned around to disappear into the vast sea of ??consciousness and clouds.  The morning light outside the window gradually opened, and before he knew it, Yu He had been sitting and forgetting about himself for three days and two nights. It was early today, when the monks from the Northwestern Army of Dayong and the Dao Mo Sect were counterattacking Chihu Tucheng.  Yu He drank up the wine in the jar, put on a brand new indigo robe, pulled up his hair, and walked out of the cabin.  "Whether it's right or wrong, it depends on what I see with my eyes and what my heart proves."
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