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Turn the knife! Slash! Change your wrists! Slash!
The gold-copper-black-lacquer sword in his hand let out a tiger-like roar.
Shen Bu, holding the knife in both hands, raised the knife to cut, turned his wrist, and blocked the knife handle.
A series of sparks splashed out from the place where the two Mo Dao collided, and Zuo Liangshi's tiger-like offensive was steadily taken over by Zuo Yuesheng. The two exchanged their positions, and turned around at the same time and swung the same trick at the same time.
Zuo Yuesheng, who had just started the trial, had already been split in half at this moment - someone relied on the virtue of being merciless in the fantasy world. Among the more than 3,000 challenges, the first 1,000 times only It can be counted as Zuo Yuesheng being unilaterally killed by a single second, a great experience of various methods of death. In the middle, one thousand times he held a big sword and lived with fear, and after a thousand times, he barely qualified as a "sandbag" for fighting... passed. After 3,000 years, he was finally able to fight back and forth with his father several times, although he was often caught and beaten because of his strong desire for revenge.
Zuo Yuesheng suddenly shouted, and when he was fighting the knife, he changed his two-handed knife to one-handed one. When the knife sank, he turned his wrist and turned the knife. , the left-beam poem of Xinli Weisheng.
He previously fought against Zuo Liangshi, and the knife skills he used were the ones he learned from thousands of times before, but he invented the technique of changing hands and turning the knife by himself, hiding it until he caught it. time to explode.
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At the critical moment, Zuo Liangshi used the handle to hold the falling heavy sword. But when he blocked the knife, Zuo Yuesheng had already slammed into him like an angry giant elephant.
"It's my turn to beat someone!"
Zuo Yuesheng yelled and knocked his father's avatar out with one shoulder. Before the avatar landed, he dragged the knife and ran wildly, jumped up, and the knife was wrapped in a gust of wind and slashed down like thunder.
To a certain extent, Zuo Liangshi and Zuo Yuesheng are worthy of being a father and son, and the blackness of the attack is exactly the same!
The knife light swept past.
Boom!
Zuo Yuesheng sat up abruptly.
"Damn it, old man, you are too despicable and cunning?" Zuo Yuesheng scolded, "Can't you afford it?!"
After being violently beaten thousands of times by my father, I can turn the situation around in front of my eyes and raise my eyebrows. As a result, the other party came directly to a "drawing from the bottom of the pot" and broke up the virtual realm! Zuo Yuesheng held a mouthful of blood in his chest, and for the first time realized what is called "Ginger is still old and spicy". He cursed and cursed for a while, but he had no choice but to figure out where to get revenge after going out. Now, he is still looking for the Shanhaiyin that made him work so hard so many times.
As soon as the anger subsided, Zuo Yuesheng heard the wind blowing.
He looked around and saw bones.
A gigantic dead bone stands in a huge arc-shaped cave. Although some are incomplete and some are complete, all the dead bones are so huge, and their stalwart is like the legendary Kuafu. All dead bones have a bronze-like sheen. They are hidden deep in places where there is no light, carrying the weight of Zhunan Jiucheng. Their heads were high, surrounding a bronze seal on an altar in the middle.
This is a……
grave!
A tomb located under a basalt shell.
"This is the secret of the Zuo family."
A familiar figure sounded beside him, Zuo Yuesheng turned his head and saw his father's phantom appearing beside him.
Zuo Liangshi raised his head slightly, looking at the dead bones holding up the cave, with an unprecedented solemn expression.
"The ancestors felt that the anger was difficult to rest, so he turned into Xuanwu, and used his body to control Cangming. After the Huifeng was suppressed, the suffocation and malice in it were accumulated in the shell of Xuanwu. Therefore, Xuanwu has to breathe once every three hundred years. , so as not to fall into evil. The people of the Zuo family of all dynasties, after death, the soul and Xuanwu are integrated, and the bones are used as pillars to support the south of the candle. The soul is sealed in the bone, and the evil spirit is purified. There is no burial place, no day to reassure the soul. ."
Zuo Yuesheng finally understood why his grandfather's miscellaneous notes said that Xuanwu's "longevity is eternal, his life is fleeting, neither death nor life", it turns out that their lives are continued by the people of the Zuo family, and the flesh and blood of the Zuo family is their flesh and blood, Zuojia's bones are their bones, and Zuojia's soul is their soul.
There is no contract at all.
Zuojia is Xuanwu, Xuanwu is Zuojia.
Therefore, the pavilion masters of Shanhai Pavilion in all dynasties can only be members of the Zuo family.
"No wonder the Zuo family never used ancestor worship..."
Zuo Yuesheng murmured.
He wondered about it for a long time.
As far back as Zuo Yuesheng can remember, he has never swept the graves of any grandfather, grandparents or grandparents. Zuo Liangshi, who claimed to be full of classics, had no intention of taking him to recall his ancestors. He also asked several times, why other families have built ancestral temples, but the Zuo family has nothing. Zuo Liangshi, on the grounds that the Zuo family valued cremation, flickered over, and said that he really wanted to worship the ancestors, kowtow anywhere in the south of the candle, and pour a few glasses of wine...so that Zuo Yuesheng always felt "unworthy." "Descendants" is the tradition of the Zuo family.
Unexpectedly, to a certain extent, Zuo Liangshi really didn't fool him at the beginning.
If really want to worship ancestors, can go anywhere in Zhunan. Because for thousands of years, the bones of countless ancestors have been buried deep in the ground of Candle South, and under each street is a soul that never sleeps. Day and night, under the deboning and erosion of the unfavorable wind, year after year, it supports thousands of towers and thousands of pavilions in Zhunan Jiucheng.
Immortal and immortal, naturally there is no need to worship ancestors.
What Zuo Liangshi left here was just a phantom formed by spiritual consciousness. He didn't return to him, and continued to talk on his own.
"The sky track is out of control, and the dark wind is at its peak for ten thousand years. Therefore, Xuanwu has a turtle breath ahead of time. After you take the mountain and sea seal, you can wake up your bloodline, and you can try to purify some evil spirits that have exceeded the load. Maybe you can make Xuanwu exit the turtle breath state... Zuo Liangshi paused, his eyes fell on the void, "You think about it, the evil spirit is not so easy to carry. However, since you can come out of the void, you should have a little perseverance."