Legend of the Great Saint

Peach blossom ferry with strong westerly winds.

Peach blossoms are long gone, leaving only a dead tree.

A falling middle-aged man stood in the wind looking north, flashing a bone of hatred in his eyes.

He was actually very young, just a sad wrinkle on his face, and his horny white hair made him look very depressed.

He could never forget fifteen years ago, the happiest and saddest moment of his life.

On the day of his wedding, he was deprived of his beloved.

“Li Qingshan! ”

He couldn't help but whisper the name. Hatred made him burst with chestnuts and perhaps deep fears. It wasn't cowardice, that demon! Demon Star! It can frighten any brave and fearless person in the world, and it can stop the crying of ignorant children.

Thinking about it, he touched a broken bone in his arms, which was one of his ribs, now engraved with a spell, his fingers rubbing on the bone, and he remembered clearly the pattern of each of the inscriptions on it, because he sacrificed seven ribs to refine it, and eventually he could only use it once.

This killing bone is an untold secret in the people. It requires the refiner to cut off his own skin with his own hands, engrave the bone full of symbols, and hold it in the body for another seven years. After removing it from the body, it takes another seven years to sacrifice before it is refined.

Condensing a venomous atmosphere into it, killing is invisible, cursing the enemy with one finger at a distance, and even if the enemy has the ultimate martial arts, it is inevitable.

But few people refine murder bones. If there is no deep hatred, who can wait 14 years for this cruelty, and if there is a focus on martial arts, maybe 10 years will avenge snow hate.

But his opponent now, the Great Demon Head, is not defeated by any martial function, only by this killing bone can there be a glimmer of hope.

That delicate face appeared in my heart, and hatred overshadowed my fear, and I thought:

“Fifteen years, it's been fifteen years, I will surely report my wife's hatred! ”

“Hey, over there, you can't walk! ”

A boatman dressed in a cloak stood at the bow of the boat and yelled at the crow.

“Go, go! ”

The crow was frightened, and the roar contained innate weather, as loud as a thunder. The other side is the innate master. Did he meet the hidden inhumans of the river and lake, suppressing all fear of hatred and arching his hand?

“Congenital?” The boatman touched a beard and weighed the walrus up and down.

“Mmm!”

“What's going on up north? ”

“How much to cross the river to join the world? ”

“Ha ha, come on up, no money. ”

Wu Huan boarded the ferry and asked: "Is Brother Tai also a Chinese man? ”

“What can I say? ”

The boatman was proud of his path, the support rod was a little on the bank of the river, and the ferry boat flew towards the heart of the river. At this time, just past the autumn flood, the river was in a hurry, and a bamboo rod landed in the river, like a midstream grinding column, showing an extraordinary martial arts.

“Brother Tai is so kung-fu, why are you a sailor here? ”

“Earning money to support your family, of course. ”

“Making money for your family?” Wu Huan thinks it's amazing, how can a congenial master lack money?

“The King and the Congregation said that it is most shameful to earn it without labor. Don't think that knowing a little martial arts makes you think you can be great, so that people can provide for you. People from all over the world will come to the masses and use their martial arts to serve the masses! ”

When the cabin paused, a few shouts sounded good, worthy of the world, worthy of the King of Man!

“Ha ha, you're welcome, my father used to row boats, but he rows more than a dozen times a day, I'm just a hundred visits, it's practicing! ”

"This demon can buy people's hearts, you stupid reckless man deserves to be driven to do such a cheap business! ”

The boatman looked back at Ulu: “Of course, if there's any devious guy who wants to dive into the North, he has to get past me first! Look, man, you look like you're from the South. I hear the reactionary forces there are particularly stubborn. ”

Wu Huan's heart jumped: “I am not a reactionary force, I admire the name of the king's warrior, I came to put it into effect! ”

“Good, but even if you were me, the king said that all reactionaries are paper tigers. If it weren't for mercy, I wouldn't want to kill you, I would have crushed all the pies in the world! ”

“Yes, yes, yes. ”

Wuhuan nodded and jumped off the boat as soon as he arrived on the other shore. He hurried north. He could no longer hear the praise of the dwarves on the boat for the devil's head.

The boatman stood at the bow, staring cold at his back.

A merchant whispered: "Boss Zhao, there's something wrong with that guy! As soon as we talked about the prince, he was unnatural. ”

“Mostly spies from the south. I've seen a lot of these people. I'll let them know. Hmm, see how much waves he can roll! ”

Wu Huan rushed all the way to think that he was in an enemy situation, and some regretted the failure of the formula. But soon he settled his mind, and he never thought he'd make it back alive.

Therefore, the vigilance was increased by 12 points. All you need to do is meet the demon head, one side is enough!

Though this is the first time to the North, you don't have to worry about getting lost. One avenue leads straight down to North Pingcheng, which was Feima City.

The weather is cold and the first snow is coming soon, but the traffic is still very lively. From time to time there are villages on the side of the road, connected to several small towns, which is much more prosperous than the land he walks through.

And many of them are far better than anywhere else, but most of them are not fresh horses, swords or sickles in a hurry to harvest, the cold light flashes, and the wheat falls in pieces. Some took a hammer, blasted it, smashed a boulder, and paved the way with stones.

The sickle iron hammer, not only made of fine iron, but even spiritual, is no worse than the legendary sword knife.

A group of people grabbed the wheat and tied it up. The young man put down the sickle and said to the old man who was squatting beside the field: "Okay old man, we're all cut! ”

“Go back to the village and have a drink. ”

“Drinking is what you drink, and you can't afford less. ”

“There's no shortage of you, it's really good to practice martial arts, you cut it by yourself, faster than our villagers combined! ”

“Humph, of course, in the martial arts, I call it the 'wheat cutting hand’. When I was still a model worker, Gu Gu gave it to me personally. I cut all the wheat 100 miles in this direction. ”

“Alas, you're really good. Your father sent you to Juvenile Hall to learn martial arts. ”

“It had nothing to do with the old drunk. I was clearly chosen by Master Lei, who also used a knife. ”

“That is the grace of His Majesty. ”

“Well, that's like a human saying. ”

“You little bastard, I'm not your uncle if I don't overwhelm you today! ”

The big man put the hammer against his shoulder, wiped a sweat, waved his hand: "All right, let's go! We'll do it tomorrow!” After a glimpse of today's progress, there's a joy in my heart. When the road is fixed, the town will have access to a bus.

He didn't start practicing martial arts until the world arrived. The family inherited a set of hammers, and he was also known for his small fortunes in the North. But since you're famous, it's inevitable that someone will challenge you to become famous. So he practiced martial arts every day, so as not to fall into the family's power.

Over the years, however, the world has issued legal orders not only forbidding private fights, but challenging duels is a felony. "Man inherently dies, or is heavier than Yamakawa, or lighter than Hong Mao. To die for the good of the people and to fight against evil forces is more important than Yamakawa. Compete for profit, fight hard to die, it is as light as a hog hair, not even a pig can eat meat, people die and have to pay for a coffin. ”

So he finally broke free from the practice field and didn't have to stay home and wait for others to challenge him. Instead of cracking the brains out of a hammer with an iron hammer, he preferred to break stones and build roads.

Wu Huan suddenly heard the sound of the strong wind behind him and looked back at him. He couldn't help but feel terrified!

Several youths came straight after him, wearing the same black vigorous suit, embroidered foot boots, with the power of the Imperial Wind, using the ultimate light work of Kamikaze.

“Oops, I must be showing up at the pier, the world will send someone after me! ”

Wu Huan thought that martial arts were above these young men, but their light work also made him afraid, and once entwined here, he would inevitably attract more masters. So I picked up the real gas and sped it up.

“The old man in front looks like he wants to compete with our brothers. ”

“Who's afraid of who?" ”

Several young people looked at each other and accelerated their efforts to catch up.

Wu Huanben was not good at light work. He ran for hundreds of miles. He was a little weak, but he could still get rid of the young people. "If you run like this again, you have to be exhausted! ”

Step into the woods next to the avenue, breathe well, prepare for World War I, and completely cut off these tails!

“Come on, Li Qingshan's hounds! ”

The youths stopped on the avenue and panted on their knees.

“This old boy's running so fast! ”

“Brothers, do you still want to chase? ”

“Chasing my ass, not delivering tonight. Want to get paid? ”

“You deliver? ”

Wuhuan came out of the woods with his eyes wide open. Only to understand why business travellers on the road look strange.

“Hey, dude, good work! Not many people have been able to rush our brothers on this road, but at first glance you are not a native, we are not deliveries, we are couriers, smooth delivery! ”

Mute and silent, too many new words have been heard today. In the past, there were so many people in the martial arts, many of whom were one-legged thieves and gardening thieves. Never heard of anyone who was dedicated to delivering goods.

He watched as several young men dusted off in the sunset, not because of his poor light work, but because his heart was too tired.

“Humph, even if you are a big bandit, you are also a freelancer, better than a runner! ”

Wu Huan walked slowly, passing a small village at sunset west, feeling dry tongue and accelerating his footsteps.

“Kill him! ”

He was looking for a place to eat and drink, and suddenly a shouting sounded behind the dirt wall in front of him, and his nerves tightened suddenly.

“There's an ambush! ”