Bai Ziyang hurriedly rushed over, only to see that Hu Yidao and Wei Wuya had already become a mess, and there were no fancy spells, just one word, fast, so fast that Bai Ziyang's eyesight couldn't tell who was who, only to see the afterimage of the garden, mixed with one or two bright knife lights, the invisible killing machine cut down the peach blossoms all over the garden, and the dry grass on the ground was cut off, like a wind passing through the post, only the ambush survived.

Suddenly there was a muffled bang in the orchard, and the two quickly separated, and Bai Ziyang also saw the battle situation clearly, only to see Hu Yidao leaning against a big tree, with blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, and he kept panting.

Wei Wuya held a flying knife between his two fingers and retreated seven or eight steps in a row before he stabilized his body, threw the flying knife at Hu Yidao's feet with a brush, and said proudly:

"Hu Yidao, you are defeated!"

Hu Yidao smiled miserably: "I really didn't expect you to break through in such a short time, and I was defeated." ”

Wei Wuya shouted: "Defeat is death, take your life." ”

As he spoke, he strode towards Hu Yidao, but unexpectedly, Bai Ziyang jumped between the two of them, and asked with a smile:

"Uncle, what are you going to do, you forgot that I was still here?"

Wei Wuya was now murderous, and said impatiently:

"You get out of the way for me first, and we'll talk about it later, if it's not my son, I'll kill you later."

Bai Ziyang's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked, "Who are you talking about, and what does it have to do with me?" ”

Wei Wuya was originally an upright person, and since he said this, he said directly:

"I came to you today to find out one thing, are you the son of Maoshan Taoist Bai Jiuling?"

Hearing this name, Bai Ziyang shook his head in disappointment:

"My father's name is Bai Tiedan, not Bai Jiuling."

Wei Wuya's face was full of murder, and he took out an old photo from his arms and asked Bai Ziyang:

"Let's take a closer look and see if this person is your father."

Looking at the strange photo, Bai Ziyang's mood was very low, and he slowly shook his head:

"It's not."

Wei Wuya was furious and roared: "Good dog thief, since it is not the second son of that person, he dares to bully me like this and give me death." ”

Saying that, a slap was like a slap on the top of Bai Ziyang's head, and at this moment, Bai Ziyang suddenly shouted:

"Wait a minute."

Wei Wuya asked with a disdainful expression, "What?" Now that I know I'm scared, wasn't it arrogant just now? ”

Bai Ziyang sneered: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of you, but I'm afraid that you will be killed with one punch because you are too old." ”

Wei Wuya laughed angrily: "Haha, kill me, now there are only a handful of people in the world who dare to say that they will kill me with one punch, do you think you can compare with those characters?" It's too unbelievable. ”

Bai Ziyang said expressionlessly: "Why don't we make a bet, I write a word on the ground, if you can write an identical word, even if I lose, if I can't write it, I win." I lost, my life and Hu Yidao's life are all yours, I won, you pick all the water from that manure tank into the pit you dug, how about it, dare you compare? ”

Wei Wuya sneered: "Compare writing with you? Do you think the old man is a three-year-old doll? If you are afraid of death, you will obediently jump into the dung pit to take a bath, and then call grandpa three times, maybe the old man will be in a good mood and let you go. ”

Bai Ziyang shook his head and said with a disdainful expression:

"It's terrible to be uneducated, you shout and kill when you encounter something, and you still bathe in the dung pit, do you all bathe in the dung pit?"

Wei Wuya's face was purple and red, and he said angrily:

"Don't use your tongue in front of the old man, the old man wants to kill you today, no one can stop you, talking nonsense will only make you die worse."

Bai Ziyang laughed and said:

"I don't dare to say it clearly, I knew that you were illiterate and couldn't write at all, even if you killed me, I would not be convinced, but I am full of essence in my belly, but today I died in the hands of an illiterate, sad, alas!"

Bai Ziyang's left sentence of illiteracy and right sentence of illiteracy directly scolded Wei Wuya's heart, although he is dressed as a farmer, but he is also smart and studious since he was a child, although he does not know much about the current high technology, but when it comes to humanities and political history, the old professors in the university may not be as transparent as him.

Especially after being immersed in calligraphy for decades, even Mr. Pei Di, a famous calligraphy master in Tianhua Kingdom, praised him, and now he is so humiliated by Bai Ziyang, how can he be convinced.

Wei Wuya sneered: "It's better to compare, and it's good to make you die." But say well in advance, calligraphy is not only better than its shape, but also than its meaning, you say that writing is exactly the same, how can there be two identical words in the world, unless the machine prints, don't think about opportunism, let's write better than writing, after writing we can find a few calligraphy masters to do the identification of the merits, after all, you have nothing to say. ”

Bai Ziyang's old face turned red, he didn't expect this Wei Wuya to be quite smart, and he actually saw through his trap, but fortunately he kept his back hand, and smiled when he heard the words:

"Okay, that's better than artistic conception, but you don't need to find a master to identify it, because you will lose."

After speaking, Bai Ziyang didn't give Wei Wuya any chance to regret it, and immediately picked up a branch from the ground and brushed a few strokes, and wrote down a big "kill" like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and the iron drew silver hooks, like a startling dragon, and a killing aura rushed towards him.

Wei Wuya sighed lightly and couldn't help but admire:

"Good word!"

Bai Ziyang smiled modestly: "General, it is only one-fifth of my usual level, you should write it, uncle." ”

Saying that, Bai Ziyang handed the branch to Wei Wuya, Wei Wuya glared at him, and was about to write, but found that his mood was unstable, and those extremely skillful writing methods in the past were full of flaws when he thought about it now, and he could not compare with the word written by Bai Ziyang in terms of momentum or artistic conception.

For a moment, Wei Wuya was drenched in cold sweat, his hand holding the branch trembled slightly, and he couldn't write the first stroke for a long time, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the killing word on the ground again.

The more I looked, the more frightened I became, and the more I looked, the more reluctant I was to take my eyes off.

Not long after his recent breakthrough, his comprehension of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth was extremely sensitive, and he actually saw a trace of the Great Dao from the killing word, but the trace was fleeting, and the more he wanted to get it, the more he couldn't ask for it, so he could only keep copying this word over and over again with his fingers in mid-air, wanting to realize some truth, and completely forgetting where he was, and why did he come?

Time passed minute by minute, Wei Wuya unknowingly stayed there for two hours, and the simple word in front of him had changed, what he saw was no longer a word, but an ancient battlefield, thousands of troops and horses were fighting each other, arrows rained like locusts, swords were like snow, blood smeared the earth, dark clouds covered the sky, there was no mercy between heaven and earth, only the unwillingness and anger of those who died in battle were entangled and rolled between heaven and earth, and finally formed an ironclad general with a height of 1,000 feet and a long knife in his hand.

He was standing quietly in front of Wei Wuya at this moment, with his head down, his eyes closed, looking down at this ant-like existence, and suddenly, the general suddenly opened his eyes, and a simple syllable came out of his throat - kill !!

The long knife in his hand also slashed towards the top of Wei Wuya's head like a sword.

Yes!

Wei Wuya screamed, his legs weakened, and he knelt directly on the ground in fright, without the slightest intention of resisting.

Then it was dark in front of him, everything disappeared, Wei Wuya heard someone shouting in his ear and kept shouting old uncle, Wei Wuya slowly opened his eyes, and found that Bai Ziyang was standing in front of him, holding a half-eaten apple in his hand, and said leisurely:

"Uncle, even if you can't write, you don't need to kneel in shame, I can't afford it, so I'd better admit defeat directly."

Wei Wuya realized that he was really kneeling in front of Bai Ziyang, and quickly stood up from the ground, wanting to look back at the killing word again, but Bai Ziyang wiped the word with his foot a few times, and immediately wiped the word clean.

Just kidding, he borrowed a killing intent to kill the god in that word, and this old man can resist the killing intent of the god killing is also a great person.

"Bai Ziyang, you ......"

Wei Wuya was shocked when he saw that Bai Ziyang had actually destroyed the word that could make him enlightened, and in a hurry, he grabbed Bai Ziyang's shoulder suddenly, but as soon as his hand was halfway out, his heart suddenly hurt, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

After all, he still suffered internal injuries.

Bai Ziyang hurriedly supported Wei Wuya, and complained in his mouth:

"Hey, you old man, I told you not to fight and kill at every turn, look at you, you can't write and vomit blood, learn from me, be a cultural person, read more books, you can understand what others write, and you won't vomit blood because of reading a word."

Wei Wuya heard what he said, turned his head to look at her, and asked a little blankly:

"Do you understand that word?"

Bai Ziyang smiled: "I wrote the words, how could I not understand them, you are too stupid to ask this question." ”

"No, it's impossible!"

Wei Wuya blurted out, he cultivated at the age of twelve, and now he has been cultivating for fifty-seven years, as a master of the Tianer Realm, he can barely understand the artistic conception of this word, and because the realm is not enough, and at the same time, he was in a hurry and was hurt by the backlash, this Bai Ziyang is less than twenty years old, how to read it, but, but if he can't understand it, how can he write it?

This, this......

Suddenly, Wei Wuya thought of a situation that best explained this strange thing, that is, Bai Ziyang was the reincarnation of a certain cultivator and master.

The so-called reincarnation of the military liberation is also a kind of reincarnation of the practitioner, the difference is that the reincarnation of the military liberation retains the memory of the previous life, although the reincarnation is an ordinary person, but the comprehension of the way of heaven is still there, and the cultivation is thousands of times that of ordinary people, but this kind of person is generally hidden very deep, and it is easy not to let people know.

Moreover, the tradition of the Lingwu world generally protects this kind of person as a treasure and respectfully offers, because this kind of person may make countless strong people in the family with a casual word, and few people directly kill this kind of person.

First, these people have some means to save their lives, and it is not certain who will kill whom, and secondly, people may still have disciples and grandchildren in the world, if it is known that the ancestor was killed, it will be a scene of endless death, and no one dares to take this risk.

The Bai Ziyang in front of him is very in line with this characteristic, there is no trace of cultivation, but the depth of the realm makes Wei Wuya's scalp tingle, he looked at Bai Ziyang's eyes more and more jealous, and even his tone carried a trace of respect:

"Bai, Mr. Bai, the writing just now is very profound, you, how did you write it?"

Bai Ziyang turned around and smiled slightly:

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

Wei Wuya's old face turned red, and he muttered, "No, I just want to ask Mr. to write the same word again." ”

Unexpectedly, Bai Ziyang shook his head and said with a smile: "You old man is really interesting, what do you say you are a kind of scholar asking for words, now I will ask you, just now I wrote that word, can you write it, can you write it?" ”