Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 158 Libra: Good and Evil

   is a mountain.

  The heart of the Tao is not two, it is the oneness.

   "The so-called right is not evil, and the one is not mixed, so all dharmas can be unified."

  The autumn wind is rustling.

  Ragged Mrs. Xing, carrying the dying Xing Wu on her back, stood at the foot of a high mountain and introduced the origin of the mountain to Guo Ping.

   "Hundreds of years ago, during the Dalin Dynasty, the martial arts masters in the Jianghu carried their own strength, and many so-called knights of the Jianghu relied on their own strength to harm the common people."

  "The imperial court couldn't bear to see the people suffer, so they set up Zhengqimen on this Zhengyi mountain, and worked with various yamen to suppress bullies in the rivers and lakes and resolve disputes."

  Looking at Guo Ping, who was a little dazed, Mrs. Xing said in a low voice:

   "Zhengqimen's reputation is not good in Jianghu, and the exercises are special, so they are not seen by others, and the Xuantian League has not included them."

   "Combined with this kind of world, Zhengqimen can't get the support of the court, and it gradually declines, so most people don't know about it."

   "So it is!" Guo Ping nodded:

   "I have seen Lord Xing's upright and upright character with my own eyes, and I admire him extremely. Those who want to come to the righteous door are also upright."

   "However, we have arrived at the place now, and Guo Mou will leave."

   As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and wanted to leave.

   "Why worry." Mrs. Xing persuaded:

   "My husband was seriously injured on the way, thanks to the hard work of the little brother, why not go up and sit down, and we will do our best as landlords."

   As he spoke, he signaled to Xing Ruo.

   "Ruo'er, don't invite Guo Ping up!"

   Xing Ruo bit his lips lightly, and said in a low voice:

   "Brother Guo, go up and sit down."

  She understood what her mother was thinking, and she wanted to make the two into a pair.

   Along the way, Guo Ping is indeed trustworthy, but this kind of temper is precisely not the candidate Xing Ruo had in mind.

  The father is like this, how can the husband be like this again?

"That…"

  Guo Ping looked at Xing Ruo's shy expression, hesitated for a moment, and nodded slowly:

   "I'll go up and sit down."

  Zhengqi Gate has long since declined, and Zhengyi Mountain is almost in ruins. Most of the once glorious buildings on the mountain are now ruins.

   But after all, there are still some disciples.

   A group of four people came to the mountain, but there was no one there!

"how come?"

   Mrs. Xing's complexion changed, and she helped Xing Wu lean against the wall to put it away, and then jumped to a high place, overlooking the entire front door.

   After a while.

   She seemed to have seen something, and got down to help Xing Wu to walk towards the apse.

  The apse is dilapidated, and the main hall is densely covered with spider webs. The surface of the God of Martial God once enshrined by the Dalin Dynasty is also covered with cracks.

  An old man in a gray robe sat cross-legged in the middle, staring blankly at a corpse in front of him.

Do not!

   It should be said to be a ring placed on the chest of the corpse.

   "Elder Wu!"

   Several people came to the entrance of the hall. Mrs. Xing waved her hand and sniffed lightly in her nose. The strong smell of blood made her frown, and said in a low voice:

"what are you doing?"

   "Ma'am." Guo Ping held the hilt of his sword and whispered:

   "Something is wrong."

"Um."

   Xing Ruo also nodded slowly, keeping his younger brother behind him with vigilant eyes.

   "What is good?"

   "What is evil?"

   It was like a dreamy murmur, echoing in the hall.

  Elder Wu, whose gray robe was covered in blood and with sword marks all over his cheeks, turned around slowly, staring directly at several people with empty eyes.

   "Once, no one had the answer."

  He stretched forward with one hand, as if treating a holy object, and held up a ring respectfully:

   "A year ago, this thing gave us the answer."

   "Teaching keepsake, teaching ring." Mrs. Xing frowned:

   "Elder Wu, what are you talking about?"

  Elder Wu didn't seem to hear her words, looked down at the ring, and continued to talk to himself in that weird tone:

   "A year ago, this thing shed its mortal body and revealed its true face. It was named the Scale Star. It governs good and evil, rewards good and punishes evil, and is the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven."

   "But why..."

   "He's going to kill us?"

   "What Libra star?" Mrs. Xing was puzzled:

   "Elder Wu, who wants to kill you? What are you talking about?"

   "Hehe...hehe..." Elder Wu's body trembled slightly, his expression was distorted and weird, and there was madness and despair in his eyes:

   "Could it be that we are also villains?"

   "Damn too!"

"Do not…"

   "Junior Brother Liu is right. That person shouldn't try to break through the limit of silver and attract heaven's punishment. This thing is the culprit of that day's punishment."

"but it…"

   "It is indeed the source of good and evil!"

   "Wait, should I die!"

  He looked up to the sky and screamed, with a face that seemed to be crying or smiling, and suddenly opened his big hand, and amidst the exclamation of others, he slammed himself on the forehead.

   "Peng!"

  The head exploded, blood splashed, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

   There was silence in the field.

   "Gulu..."

  Guo Ping's throat rolled, and his eyes were shocked:

   "Madam Xing, something is wrong here, let's go down the mountain quickly."

   "Dad!"

   At this moment, Xing Ruo suddenly yelled and threw himself behind Mrs. Xing.

   "Master!"

   Mrs. Xing's complexion also changed drastically, and she looked at Xing Wu.

   "Master Xing!"

  Xing Wuben was seriously injured, his lifespan was short, and the journey was even more bumpy and wandering. Now he made it back to Zhengyi Mountain, but finally couldn't go on.

  Close your eyes and die forever.

   "Dad!"

   "Master!"

   "Master Xing!"

  For a while, several people couldn't care about other things, and all of them were grieving.

  Xing Tiancheng stood there blankly, looking at his lifeless father, mother and sister who were distraught, and bowed their heads quietly.

  He is still too young to understand life and death.

Maybe.

   In his view, his father was just tired and slept for a while, and he didn't understand why his sister and the others were crying so sadly.

   Instead, it was a rolling ring that attracted his attention.

  Bend down and hold it in your hand.

  The ring was very big. He made gestures and tried it with his thickest thumb. After all, the finger was too small and the ring space was too big.

next moment.

   "Shua!"

  The ring shrank suddenly and tightly wrapped around his finger.

   At the same time, an inexplicable sound suddenly appeared in his mind.

   "Reward the good and punish the evil!"

   "Om..."

  The silent tremor divides the world into two halos, red and white. The red halo is evil, and the white halo is good. Everything in the world changes accordingly.

   Xing Tiancheng blinked and looked around.

  Enter the destination.

   Everything is red!

  Nowhere, there is white light!

  Looking blankly at everything in front of him, Xing Tiancheng's expression gradually became ferocious, and a fierce killing intent seemed to come out through his body.

kill!

kill!

kill!

  Everything in the world can be killed!

   Only by killing can the world be brightened!

   Only by killing everything can we gain the Dao of Heaven and Earth!

  All things are born to support people, and people have nothing to repay the sky!

"kill!"

"what!"

  Screaming screams sounded from the hall.

   A few days later.

  A child covered in blood staggered out of Zhengyi Mountain.

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   Stone City.

  Singing and dancing in the restaurant promotes peace.

  Qi Liang, flushed and drunk, walked down the stairs crookedly, brushing aside others all the way, and came to the toilet in the backyard.

  Just as he untied his belt, before he could relax, he suffered a headache and lost consciousness.

  A black shadow appeared behind him, gently supported the body that was about to fall, looked around, got up and jumped high.

   "Hoo..."

   The breeze blows, and there is no one in the field.

  Even with one person on his back, the speed of the black shadow is still astonishingly fast, like a ghost, with a flickering of several feet, hiding in the dark and running fast.

   It didn't take long.

  The black shadow landed in a courtyard, reached out and tapped a stone slab lightly, and was about to open the secret door hidden here, when his body suddenly froze.

"Who?"

   Turning back suddenly, a sword light came out of the darkness.

   "Looking for death!"

  Hei Ying shouted lowly, threw the unconscious Qi Liang aside, and punched out with a single fist, the force of both rigidity and softness blasted towards Jian Guang.

   Sombra has practiced for decades, has experienced countless fights, and is proficient in martial arts.

  As soon as you make a move, you will know the depth of the person coming.

   "Peng!"

  The sword light shattered, revealing two figures.

  Grandpa Qian,

   and a man in armor.

   "Mysterious Armor!"

  Old Master Qian opened his eyes:

   "So it's on you, who is Your Excellency?"

   "Why ask so many questions?" Zhou Jia's face was hidden under the armor, and he smiled lightly:

   "Senior arrested so many people, didn't he just want to torture to find out who got this treasure armor, and now the treasure armor is on my body."

   "It depends on seniors, whether they have the ability to take it away."

   "Looking for death!" Old Master Qian yelled angrily, pounced on his body:

   "Little thief, steal my family's treasures and die!"

  Compared to Qian Wen's sparse boxing techniques, Mr. Qian's Iron Line Fist can be regarded as the real combination of hardness and softness, which has reached the state of great success.

  Punch out, if there are mountains pressing down on the ground a few feet away, you can't move.

  It is silent, but it can split mountains and seas.

  It's getting late.

  A strange blood moon hangs high in the sky.

  In the courtyard, the branches and leaves of the trees are swaying with the wind. Under the dim red light, they look like countless ghosts with teeth and claws, weird and hideous.

   In order to get back his own treasures, Mr. Qian is desperate.

  The energy and blood that had been decaying now showed vigor like a flash of light, and the shriveled skin and flesh became smooth and firm in an instant.

  The fist wind is fierce and powerful, and the punches are continuous, like spring silkworms spinning silk, and the shadows of fists criss-cross, trapping the opponent firmly in place.

   Iron Fist!

   Zhou Jia sighed softly.

  Strength is like a thread, layered in layers to form a net. Once you get caught in it, the longer it drags on, the harder it is to get out. It turns out that this is the Qian family's iron fist.

   "Zheng!"

  The blade of the sword groaned softly.

  The sword light turned into a whistling wind, with a power to corrode all things, instantly scattered the energy around it.

   "Good boy!"

  Old Master Qian opened his eyes, and couldn't help saying angrily:

"who are you?"

  At first, he thought that the person who came was a tenth-rank master. After all, Qian Wen's targets at that time were all such masters of the Tianhu Gang.

  Black Iron…

   Even with the Xuanbing armor, Qian Wen is no match.

   Ten products.

  Even if he is wearing a black soldier armor, it is not a real black iron after all. If Qian Wen is like this, this person should be like this.

and.

  Qian Wen had been specially trained in the black soldier armor before, so that he could unleash the power of the black iron. Others just started, so they should not be used to it.

  But now, the opponent's sword energy is criss-crossing, and the wind is howling, which is already a real black iron force.

"I do not care who you are."

   Gritting his old teeth with only a few left, Mr. Qian's expression turned fierce:

   "Today, you must stay with me!"

  Amidst the angry shout, his momentum rose again, his white hair was flying in the wind, and his cloudy old eyes became as clear as a child.

  Fist and intention match.

  For a moment, all distracting thoughts in his mind disappeared, only the front of his fist showed its unparalleled sharpness.

"it is good!"

  Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows, but there was a slight difference in his heart.

   I underestimated this old guy. He obviously had a short life, and his blood was declining. If he really wanted to fight for his life, he was so amazing.

   As expected of an old man who has lived for eighty or ninety years.

pity…

  He sighed softly in his heart, and the sword light of the murderous and life-threatening sword flashed continuously. The vicious and vicious sword light met the opponent's fist, and slashed seven times in a row.

  The seven swords contain unparalleled sharpness.

   "Ding Ding... Dang Dang..."

  The Qian Family's Iron Line Fist is really good, the edge of the fist is as hard as the Black Iron Xuanbing, even when it forcibly collided with the sword light, it was not damaged at all.

  But the extreme sharpness finally made Mr. Qian's punches stagnate.

  He secretly screamed that something was wrong, and the tactics changed again.

  The opponent doesn't seem to be very old, but his swordsmanship is vicious and exquisite, and he has cultivated to the point where he can do whatever he wants.

   Even myself is far behind.

  However, after all, he has experienced hundreds of battles, so he immediately decided not to attack fiercely, but to use decades of experience in fighting to fight steadily and steadily.

   Slowly wear down the opponent's willpower, wait until the right time is found, and win with another blow.

   lived nearly a hundred years old.

  Mr. Qian has encountered many people who are stronger than him in strength and martial arts, and in the end he can fight back one by one, relying on the experience that others do not have.

next moment.

  He felt a chill in his heart.

   Suffered!

   "Senior, offended!"

  Zhou Jia drank in a low voice, his energy and spirit merged with the Xuanbing battle armor, the aura on his body rose sharply, and the sword light in the field also flourished.

  Under the blood moon.

  The gloomy sword light criss-crossed, and at an astonishing speed, it outlined a strange scroll of wind and wind, covering the figure inside.

  The fierce sword intent made the huge courtyard full of sword marks.

  Ordinary people just take a look at it, afraid that their eyes will bleed and it will be difficult to see.

   "Zheng!"

  The sword sounded for a long time, and the sword light suddenly retracted, as if hundreds of rivers converged and entered the sea, and the infinite sword light was silently retracted into the scabbard.

  The figures in the city also froze.

"it is good…"

   "Good swordsmanship!"

  Mr. Qian opened his mouth awkwardly, with despair on his face:

   "Old man, don't complain if you die."

  He didn't understand until now that from the very beginning, the opponent didn't have the help of the Xuanbing armor, and he was able to fight him evenly.

  Once it breaks out.

  I have no power to fight back.

  The sound fell, the body was torn apart, and fell to the ground in the splash of blood.

  Zhou Jia bowed his head, inspected the corpse for a moment, picked up a few things from it, and turned around to find the dark room in the courtyard to search.

I do not know how long it has been.

  Qi Liang woke up from his sluggishness, his first reaction was to touch his crotch, it was wet and it made his face bitter.

   Peed my pants!

   No!

  His complexion changed, he turned over suddenly, glanced around, and was taken aback again.

   Not far from the feet, a head with wide-open eyes came into view impressively.

"money…"

   "Master Qian?"

   Is the other party looting himself here?

That.

   Who saved himself again?

   Just as he was in doubt, another groan came from behind.

"Help!"

   "Help!"

   "I'm Han Le from Tianhu Gang, is there anyone outside, come and save me!"

   "And me, and me!"

  Qi Liang turned around, and saw an open stone slab. Looking closely, it was an underground dark room, and there were several acquaintances hidden in it.

   In my heart, I couldn't help being happy.

  (end of this chapter)