The puppet blinks and tears!

Xu Chengru was struck by lightning, his scalp was numb, his head was blank, and a tingling feeling climbed up from the tail end of his spine.

Late nights, torrential rains, ruined temples, dead people, and puppets that blink and cry, all this makes for a strange and terrifying picture.

Ghosts?

Just as Xu Cheng's soul flew out of the sky, a flash of light flashed in his vision, a drop of rain reflected on the bonfire, and the funny puppet fell to the ground, in harmony with the previous mottled wet marks.

"It turned out that the temple was in disrepair, and the roof was slightly seeping, and there happened to be a drop on the puppet, which caused the illusion of blinking and tearing, and it was I who scared myself......" Xu Cheng sighed suddenly, but was suddenly stunned, "Puppet? puppet!"

The head of the Sihai Dart Bureau in the broken temple was killed because of the sword puppet...... Funny puppets on the beams...... One of the Four Wonder Books......

The three thoughts fluctuated instantly, and a firework exploded in Xu Cheng's mind, illuminating the darkness and being colorful.

Could it be that I saw a sword puppet? a sword puppet containing two sets of peerless swordsmanship?

This is a reasonable deduction and conclusion!

Xu Cheng's heart beat faster, and his mouth was dry for a while.

"Cheng'er, what's wrong with you?" Shang Jiuming opened six orifices, his ears and eyes were clear, and his sense was keen, and he noticed that Xu Cheng was different.

Xu Cheng was about to say about the sword puppet, but the words of the master just now suddenly popped up in his mind, every time the sword puppet was born, it was accompanied by bloody rain, and there were many ugly and terrifying things, for it, there were fathers killing sons, sons killing fathers, there were people who killed each other, and there were white prime ministers who knew how to press the sword, and they had just opened their eyes, and they were far from the master, and after getting the sword puppet, it must be kept by the master. Always understand and figure out, only leave the scraps of water to yourself, or even change to transfer, it is better to ......

Greed is like fire, a little bit can set the prairie on fire, Xu Cheng had many thoughts, and listened to the voice in his heart between the lightning and the fire: "Master, except for Mr. Miao's dart, the rest of the dart masters fell to the ground to form a semicircle, and it seemed that they wanted to besiege." But they all died under a sword. ”

"With just one sword, six good hands gave their lives, just thinking about it makes people shudder, what a sword technique this is, it's like a ghost!"

He pushed his own anomaly to the matter.

Shang Jiuming understood Xu Cheng's mood very well, and said with a slight bow: "I have been immersed in swordsmanship for thirty years as a teacher, and I feel palpitations, and I can't look at it, but it's a pity that the swordsmanship of this sect is incomplete, and it is difficult to reproduce the mystery of the two peerless swordsmanship of suppressing evil and shocking gods." Otherwise, such tactics are unusual. ”

"That's it, such a powerful swordsman is not fighting for the life and death of the Divine Sword Puppet, which shows that his swordsmanship is still far away from suppressing evil spirits and shocking the gods!" Shang Lingxi interjected, knowing that his own swordsmanship was inherited from the Divine Sword Puppet. She is quite proud and has honor.

The sword realm represented by the divine sword puppet is like a legend to today's martial arts...... Xu Cheng swallowed his saliva, trying to calm down while looking away. Don't look at the funny puppet anymore, so as not to attract the Master's attention.

In the middle of the night, the rain faded. Shang Jiuming didn't want to cause trouble, urged his daughter and disciples to get up, and left the broken temple overnight.

After half a cup of tea, a figure suddenly appeared at the gate of the temple, handsome and pleasing, with a lazy temperament, as if Xu Cheng was going and returning.

He excused himself from diarrhea and hid in a secret place, and then hurried back, for fear that the Excalibur puppet would be gone.

Raising his head, the puppet with a funny smile was still lying quietly on the beam, Xu Cheng suddenly exhaled, ecstasy surged, tiptoe a little, swallow-like vertical up, and copied the puppet in his hand.

He had just landed, and before he could examine the puppet, a flower appeared in front of him, and his lilac palm split his face, snatching the puppet away.

"Master!" Xu Cheng blurted out, shocked.

Master Shang Jiuming was actually behind him!

Shang Jiuming was overjoyed, and heheed: "There was something strange before, and I had inexplicable diarrhea halfway, I have raised you for almost twenty years, how can I not have any association?"

Excalibur puppets, really Excalibur puppets, I never thought that Excalibur puppets were still here!

As far as his eyes could see, it was a palm-sized puppet, with a long body and a funny smile, and there were holes on it, corresponding to the different points of the human body, and the sword marks were guided, showing the corresponding flow of true qi, but the most conspicuous thing was the fourteen characters engraved:

"Tomorrow at noon, the peak of the setting sun, can you meet friends with a sword?"

Every word is ancient and ordinary, revealing a bit of vigor, making people subconsciously notice the most basic and most ordinary horizontal and vertical strokes, peeking out the appropriateness of the strength of the sword, can raise the line of sight, after collecting these fourteen words, every stroke is alive, just like the chessboard is connected into a big dragon, the stars in the night sky constitute the Milky Way, with a majestic momentum into a dead end, angry Xiaohan.

Shang Jiuming suddenly felt that he was in a desperate situation, as if a long sword stabbed him in an undodging posture, cold sweat broke out from his back, and his right hand trembled slightly.

Good swordsmanship! Good layout! Shang Jiuming almost lost his voice after coming back to his senses, only to feel that all kinds of difficulties and many predicaments in the past sword practice have all disappeared, it turns out that he should use the sword like this, and he can still use the sword like this!

This is the Sword Emperor's "Evil Suppression Sword Technique"? Shang Jiuming thoughtfully flipped the puppet to the back, and sixteen small characters were engraved on the torso under the pitch-black hair:

"The grace of guidance, dare not or forget, with the sword book, discuss the beginning of the road. ”

As soon as he saw these sixteen words, Shang Jiuming's mind suddenly exploded, only to feel that every stroke and every stroke turned into a sword light, or ethereal like the fragrance of the wind, or swift like lightning and thunder, or rough and clumsy, or smart and subtle, or heavy like a mountain, or light as a net, each with a full posture, complex and orderly, inclusive in the sky, intersecting in the round, like a natural momentum, a wonderful hand by chance, gorgeous and subtle is difficult to describe.

Dao Dao sword light added to his body, cold sweat fell like rain, if he really faced such a sword technique, Shang Jiuming felt that he had died nine times, but now he was touched, all the sword techniques he had practiced in the past appeared in his mind one by one, and each derived the mystery that he had not experienced before, and he was close to comprehending it.

And hearing Master's words, Xu Cheng broke out in a cold sweat, almost lost his soul, and hurriedly said: "Master, the disciple was blinded by lard for a while, and he didn't mean to deceive, how do you punish him, the disciple is willing to bear it!"

Shang Jiuming glanced at him deeply: "If the son doesn't teach, the father's fault, and your parents are dead, and the teacher is the father, so the teacher didn't teach you well, and the sword puppet doesn't have to be exclusive to enjoy it, will the teacher not teach you after he gets it?"

"After returning to the mountain for a year, this matter must not be leaked. ”

Xu Cheng was ashamed: "The disciple obeys the teacher's orders." ”

Looking at the figure of him lowering his head, Shang Jiuming's eyes flickered, both hideous and loving, and after several struggles, he did not draw his sword after all.

One kills a disciple here, and everyone will suspect that they have an adventure, after all, they have been raised for so many years, and their feelings are deep, and they can't do it.

Meng Qi's divine consciousness was trapped in the divine sword puppet, and he knew about the outside world with a little sense, and at this time, thoughts came to him, thinking about what he should do.

Although he has left a legend in this world, it is still very different from the seal, and there is no way to turn the legend into a seal, so he has to try, not just sit and wait, so as to find the right path.

What's more, one's own consciousness is slowly being assimilated by puppets, and if you don't break off contact and choose to return, you are likely to get lost in it, so things are urgent, and you must try it as soon as possible.

First of all, you have to let the wielder of the Excalibur puppet major in his own swordsmanship and strengthen his own brand!

............

Shang Jiuming lived alone in a room, focusing on the sword puppet in his hand.

For him, there is no need to consider which set of swordsmanship to choose to focus on, the Sword Emperor has left behind a true qi flow method that cooperates with the "Evil Suppression Sword Technique", which is both internal and external, and can be used to improve the realm, while the Astounding Sword Technique is just a set of swordsmanship.

After pondering for a while, Shang Jiuming placed the Excalibur puppet on top of the previous plan, and tried to cultivate while comprehending.

When he closed his eyes to carry his qi and blood, the puppet with a funny smile suddenly shook, turned over with difficulty, and showed people with a shocking sword technique on the back.

After a while, Shang Jiuming opened his eyes: "Hey, how can it be the back up?"

I am obviously in the legacy of the Sword Emperor who is on the front of the enlightenment!

His eyes lingered on the sixteen words symbolizing the Amazing Sword Technique for a while, and Shang Jiuming turned the puppet over again and continued his previous homework.

A quarter of an hour later, he frowned, his eyes full of doubt:

"Why is it the back again?"

How many times has this been? I can't make the same mistake all the time!

The doors and windows are closed, there is no strong wind, will the puppet turn over on its own?

Shang Jiuming subconsciously closed his eyes, pretending to be running Zhoutian, and suddenly opened his eyes after a pause, but the Excalibur puppet was facing upwards and did not flip.

Was it true that I was so addicted to it that I hallucinated that I didn't flip the Excalibur puppet?

Shang Jiuming closed his eyes in doubt, this time he really started to cultivate, and after half a sound, he realized something and opened his eyes.

At this time, his pupils contracted violently, because the divine sword puppet turned over again, facing up with its back, intoxicating himself with the sixteen-character terrifying sword technique, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to gesture.

Meng Qi lay quietly and said to himself, "You want to cheat me?"

Shang Jiuming's eyes gradually became solemn, and he said to himself: "Every time the Excalibur puppet is born, it is accompanied by snatching, killing and blood, could it be that it is infected with obsession and anger, and it is a little weird?"

Inexplicably more gloomy, Shang Jiuming's mood was difficult to calm down, and he muttered: "Is it to soak in dung water and use filthy things to drive away evil spirits, or use incense to dissolve ......"

Fecal ...... Meng Qi was stunned, intending to change his ways.

After that, Shang Jiuming never encountered the inexplicable backside of the Excalibur puppet.

In the dead of night, he breathed long, in a dream.

In a blur, a white-clothed figure appeared in front of him, standing proudly on the bridge, holding a sword in one hand, with his back to him, which attracted all eyes at once, making him forget anything else, as if he was the master of this world. (To be continued......)