The Shura Form was a four-phase spell of the Nirvana Technique. Shura, Shura, was the sin of endless slaughter. The realm it created was an endless Shura Field. It focused on killing, bravery, and evilness. It had supreme power and could break demonic spells.
Forming a mudra, he sat upright and focused his mind. Suddenly, a boundless sea of blood surged in Zhang Xing's sea of consciousness.
The days were leisurely and carefree, and Bao 'er was the happiest during this period of time. She was full of praise for Zhang Xing's cooking, and then a storm of Taotie and Abbasid Caliphate caused her fellow disciples to laugh and scold.
Perhaps Zhang Xing's cooking skills were too good, even Master Shuiyue, who was used to eating plain food, rarely ate meat or fish. Seeing that his dishes were so popular, Zhang Xing was also happy.
One day, Zhang Xing was a little bored and had his hands behind his head. He had a grass root in his mouth and was chatting with the Spirit Venerable. Suddenly, two white lights flew over his head. Zhang Xing quickly sat up and looked at the two white lights curiously until they stopped at the small bamboo peak.
Zhang Xing stood up, took out the Sunchaser Sword, and headed towards the small bamboo peak.
He pressed down on the tip of his sword at the small bamboo peak. From afar, one of the two people who walked into the hall, who was slightly shorter, looked so familiar. The shorter person seemed to feel that someone was watching him, so he turned his head.
Zhang Xing opened his mouth but didn't shout. He just stared at the face that hadn't changed much. Many emotions surged up in his mind. He seemed to remember the last time he met them, the last time he told them stories, and the last time he stood at the entrance of Grass Temple Village and looked helplessly at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Zhang Xing didn't know what kind of sadness it was. He only knew that he wanted to cry now. The figures of those people who wanted to forget but became more and more profound lingered in his heart, muttering about the beauty of yesterday. It was not a very accidental memory.
"Big Brother Xing, is that you?" Lin Jingyu asked with a trembling voice.
"Jingyu!" All the sadness and concern burst out as the two teenagers called each other's names. They hugged each other and cried loudly.
In the Hall of Grace, Master Shuiyue and her disciples were all gathered together. They couldn't bear to see Zhang Xing's sorrowful behavior. Even Qi Hao, who was standing at the side, felt the same.
Master Shuiyue quickly called out,"Disciple Zhang Xing, don't lose your manners. Your Senior Brother Qi Hao came here this time to discuss something. When the matter is discussed, I'll let the two of you catch up and solve your many years of doubts.”
" Master Shuiyue, you're right. I'm here today on behalf of the Sect Master and Master Cang Song for the matter of the Seven Lineages Martial Competition. The other matter is about my junior brother, Lin Jingyu." Qi Hao continued.”
Master Shuiyue asked coldly,"But what's changed in the Seven Lineages Martial Competition?”
"That's right. There were indeed many new disciples with superior talent, but they were all limited by the old rules of not being able to display themselves at the Seven Lineages Martial Competition together. The Sect Leader's Master and Master Cang Song had a difference in this, so after discussing it, they made a change in the number of people in this year's Seven Lineages Martial Competition.”
Master Shuiyue had a look of understanding on her face and did not reply, allowing Qi Hao to continue.
Qi Hao was extraordinarily handsome, and his speech was calm and insightful. The way he spoke earlier had caused many female disciples on Small Bamboo Peak to look at him frequently. Even Wen Min and Lu Xueqi could not help but take a few more glances at him.
Qi Hao looked at Lu Xueqi from time to time with a friendly smile on his handsome face.
Although Zhang Xing was quietly recounting the things he had encountered in the past few years to Lin Jingyu, he had also seen Qi Hao's performance. It was just that there was no change on the surface and he would occasionally show a listening expression, but he was thinking about watching first.
The female disciples of Small Bamboo Peak were all one-in-a-million beauties. Qi Hao did not feel nervous being stared at by so many beautiful women. On the contrary, he felt satisfied. He was very talented and was appreciated by Daoist Cang Song in the sect. In addition, he had traveled around for many years, and his experience and knowledge were incomparable to ordinary disciples. He was humorous and graceful.
He continued,"My master, Daoist Master Cang Song, believes that the main purpose of the 'Seven Lineages Martial Competition' is to discover the talents of the disciples of each lineage and nurture them. As of today, the Qingyun Sect had nearly a thousand disciples. Among them, there were many new disciples from the younger generation, and there was no lack of talented people among them. This was an opportunity that only came once every sixty years, and it was too rare for each faction to only send out four people.”
"That's why my master suggested that each of the seven divisions send out nine disciples, with one more from the Chang Gate. The total number of disciples will be sixty-four, and we'll draw lots to fight. There will be a total of six rounds to determine the winner. This way, he could avoid many regrets.”
"That's good too, I have no objections."”
Qi Hao seemed to have expected Master Shuiyue to say this and said happily,"One more thing, because my junior brother Lin Jingyu and junior brother Zhang Xing were both orphans of Grass Temple Village, and my master, Daoist Master Cang Song, loves him even more. Today, he specially allowed me to bring him here to catch up with junior brother Zhang Xing. Later, we will go to Big Bamboo Peak to see junior brother Zhang Xiaofan.”
Master Shuiyue looked at Zhang Xing who was standing beside Lin Jingyu and said,"Disciple Zhang Xing, you two have not seen each other for many years.”
Zhang Xing, who was waiting at the side, said impatiently,"Jingyu, let's talk outside the hall.”
Lin Jingyu quickly followed behind Zhang Xing, and the two of them arrived outside the hall.
"Big Brother Xing, I didn't expect you to be so alive. A few years ago, I heard my master talk about you, but at that time, my master was worried that we would be too sad when we met, and his cultivation was still shallow, so he never got his wish. Fortunately, we finally met today.”Lin Jingyu tried his best not to think about the past.
"I'm not much different from you. However, I left the mountain gate a year ago but didn't return to Grass Temple Village nor investigate what happened back then. It's not that I don't want to, but I don't have any leads. Jingyu, how much do you know about what happened back then?”Zhang Xing asked.
"Brother Xing, I don't know anything about what happened back then." Lin Jingyu said with a gloomy expression. I asked Master about this matter many times, but he shook his head and said that he was powerless. Actually, Xiao Fan should know more about this than me. Brother Xing, how did you escape the disaster back then?”
Zhang Xing was in a very low mood and said,"At that time, I happened to go to send some roe deer meat to my grandmother. The next day, when I came back, I saw that everyone in the village was already dead.。。。。。。"Later, he was brought here by the Qingyun Sect's senior brothers who happened to be in our village preparing to deal with those corpses.”
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