Looking at the young man in front of him, Sword Master Liu Tao couldn't help but think. His two masters seemed to have died because of sparring.
Twenty years ago …
Who would have thought that the poor boy who was scolded as a little beggar in Canghe City would now embark on the road of cultivation and become a master of Bone Tempering Realm?
He was getting closer to the Grass Temple. Somehow, Liu Tao felt that the surrounding air was a little depressed. The closer he was to the Grass Temple, the stronger this feeling was.
Could it be that something had happened to the two masters? Liu Tao thought so in his heart, and his legs unconsciously moved faster.
"Monk, I have been unconvinced that you defeated me all these years. If you're not afraid. On the big tree in front of the grass seedlings, the old beggar looked at the monk provocatively.
Just like when Liu Tao first saw the old monk, the monk was sitting on the futon in the temple, only chanting, and it seemed that he didn't care about the old beggar's provocation.
Seeing that the monk ignored him, the old beggar was about to come down from the tree, but he saw Liu Tao coming from a distance, and he smiled slightly.
Hearing the old beggar's laughter, the monk raised his eyelids and looked out of the Grass Temple. When he saw his disciple, he sighed softly. This disciple's talent was good, but his temperament was ordinary.
Suddenly, Tyrant took a step forward without any warning. What was surprising was that this step brought him directly to the tree where the old beggar was. The beggar was on the tree, and the monk was under the tree. It was quite strange.
The monk put his palms together and looked up at the old beggar's broken straw shoes above his head. He frowned inadvertently, and no one knew what he thought of, but he gradually relaxed.
"You and I will fight tomorrow." The monk's voice was very light, but it was very heavy in the ears of the old beggar. He had been waiting for this day for many years. Was it finally over?
When Liu Tao came to the two masters, he touched his head awkwardly and didn't know what to say.
"Good boy, you are lucky." The old beggar said directly.
The monk also smiled slightly.
The two looked at each other and seemed a little happy, but they seemed to think of something again, and the light in their eyes quickly dimmed.
The old beggar picked his exposed toes, and the old monk said, "Amitabha." Liu Tao, who was at the side, felt a little confused.
Liu Tao nodded in agreement. He felt that there was something strange about his two teachers, but he didn't dare to ask them directly. Thus, the three of them sat on a tree and scratched his feet, one stood under the tree and chanted scriptures, and the last disciple sat on top of a spirit beast in a daze.
After a while, Liu Tao only saw a figure flash before his eyes and the two masters disappeared in front of him just like that.
Only Tyrant's leisurely voice was transmitted into Liu Tao's ears, "Tomorrow, I'll have a battle with your great master, a battle of life and death!"
Liu Tao was dumbfounded and stood there for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking. He didn't intend to persuade the two masters because he knew that he wouldn't be able to.
Over the past three years, Liu Tao had also discovered the strange relationship between his two masters. For some unknown reason, the old beggar was constantly provoking the old monk, wanting to fight with the old monk. But no matter how the old beggar provoked him, the old monk did not respond. Therefore, the two of them lived in harmony for the past three years.
It was a silent night …
Before dawn, two figures flew away at the same time. Liu Tao, who sat in front of the Grass Temple and stared blankly all night, chased after them like crazy. They were going to Feather Mountain.
Even though Liu Tao was now in the Bone Tempering Realm, he still felt very difficult to follow behind them. The strong wind was a little painful when it blew on his face.
In the distance, Liu Tao saw his two masters stop at the top of Feather Mountain. At this time, Liu Tao, who was still halfway up the mountain, also stopped because they had started fighting.
"Monk, I have been waiting for this day for twenty years. Today, no matter who can go back alive, for the sake of teaching a disciple together, all the past grievances will be written off." The old beggar looked at the old monk, and his tone was unprecedentedly calm.
"Senior fellow apprentice, so many years have passed. Can't you let it go?" The monk looked at the old beggar with a compassionate face.
"Hehe, let it go? You want me to let it go? I can't let it go! "The old beggar's tone became more and more urgent, and finally he couldn't help but roar.
After that, a pair of iron fists smashed down on the monk's bald head.
The monk made a Lotus Print with both hands and gently lifted it to stop the falling of the pair of iron fists.
The old beggar was not flustered. His right leg hooked toward the monk's waist.
The monk did not dodge this blow. He let the old beggar come forward, but changed the gesture in his hand, made a Buddhist Lion Print, and pointed at the old beggar's left leg.
In a flash, when the blow was about to fall on the old beggar's leg, the old beggar's body suddenly became soft, and his right leg that was hanging on the monk was also pulled back.
"Twenty years, you haven't made any progress. You only use these few moves." The old beggar said sarcastically.
The monk did not answer, but put his hands together. In an instant, a one-meter-long cyan halo enveloped the monk's hands. Juekong slashed forward, and the halo suddenly left his hands and slashed toward the old beggar.
"Chi!"
Relying on his profound lightness skill, Fleeting Swan Steps, the old beggar narrowly avoided the killing move. However, the Sword Qi left a one-meter-wide and ten-meter-long ditch on the ground.
The old beggar took a deep breath. His body quickly swelled up, and in the end, he was blown off the ground by a cool breeze.
His hands kept making gestures. Seeing the old beggar's appearance, the monk's expression finally became serious.
"Bang!"
The old beggar's fists brought a burst of sonic booms, and smashed down toward the monk from the sky.
At this time, the monk's Dharma Print was almost finished. A pale yellow light cover tightly stuck to the surface of his clothes. It was the supreme Buddhist magic of the Vajra Body Protection, the Great Vajra Immovable Light Print!
"Boom! Boom! "
Continuous sonic booms came, and the old monk and the old beggar were directly sent flying by the counterforce.
Both of their faces turned red, and they swallowed the blood that had already rushed up to their throats. Then, they fought together again.
"Bang!"
In the end, both of them directly used fists against fists, and feet against feet, directly clashing head-on.
Although the monk's martial arts were somewhat inferior to the old beggar's, the Vajra Dharma of Buddhism was best at defense. In a short period of time, both of them were evenly matched.
After a long time, both of them separated again.
As soon as they separated, the monk couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Why? You clearly know that you are not a match for me, and I don't need you to let me win! Fight me with your true strength! "Seeing that the monk was seriously injured, the old beggar didn't look happy, and instead said with a gloomy face.
He knew that the monk was best at using the sword, and was not good at fighting with fists and feet. Fighting with him was simply courting death.
"Senior Brother, why do you have to do this?" The monk smiled bitterly.
Seeing that his words didn't work, the old beggar was furious and attacked again.
With a slight sigh, the monk shattered the tattered kasaya on his body. With lightning surging in his eyes, he said in a low voice, "As you wish."
All of a sudden, sand and pebbles were sent flying, and a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a sudden clap of thunder.
The old beggar knew that the main event was coming. He never dared to underestimate this kind old monk in front of him, not to mention that the monk had just used one of his ultimate skills.
A long time ago, when the old beggar wasn't a beggar yet, and the monk hadn't become a monk yet, he and the old monk in front of him were still very close brothers. He knew that with the monk's talent, he would definitely be able to successfully learn this skill.
Indeed, when he was only in his early twenties, his junior brother had successfully broken through to the third level of the Green Lotus Sword Spell and formed a Green Lotus Sword Heart, becoming the youngest Extraordinary Mortal cultivator in the history of the sect.
But, he shouldn't, he shouldn't have done that …
At that moment, the old beggar thought a lot, but it was only a moment in his mind. He sighed in his heart and stopped thinking, preparing to deal with this powerful sword.
But junior brother, you shouldn't have done that in the past!
With an angry roar, an invisible sound wave collided with the flying pebbles in the sky, creating a series of explosions.
The monk in front of him drew a circle with his left hand, and put his right index and middle finger together, using his finger as a sharp sword, guiding the thunder in the sky.
A bolt of purple lightning flashed, as if it had drawn a crack in the sky, and flew straight in the direction of the old beggar.
The old beggar's silver hair fluttered in the air. He didn't know when his feet had left the ground, but he was floating in the air. Just like Tyrant, the old beggar didn't choose to dodge such a powerful move.
Taking a deep breath, he focused all of his Yuan Qi on his pair of iron fists, and secretly observed the trajectory of the lightning. The old beggar's heart completely calmed down.
After an unknown amount of time, a huge purple sword and a huge yellow fist that had been magnified countless times clashed in the sky, creating a loud explosion.
The huge purple sword became smaller and smaller, and the light of the huge khaki fist also gradually dimmed. However, the speed at which the huge purple sword was fading was much slower than the speed at which the khaki fist was fading. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before the huge fist completely collapsed. If that happened, the old beggar would definitely lose.
Finally, the fist that was condensed by Yuan Qi completely dissipated in the sky, and the purple lightning sword was less than one-tenth of its original size.
The old beggar looked at the purple sword that was getting closer and closer to him, and there was no fear on his face. Instead, he revealed a smile of relief.
"Puff!"
The purple lightning sword finally completely sank into the old beggar's body, and the huge impact directly sent the old beggar flying in the air. He fell heavily on the ground and splashed up a cloud of yellow soil.
Liu Tao had just climbed to the top of the mountain when he saw this heart-wrenching scene. To him, the old beggar was not only his master who changed the course of his life, but also his family.
From the moment he agreed to beg with the old beggar, he faintly regarded the old beggar as his grandfather.
He didn't understand why his beggar master insisted on fighting with his monk master, and he also didn't want to know. The two old men in front of him could be said to be his only family in this world, and he couldn't bear to lose either of them.
"Cough cough!" The old beggar, who had just been helped up by Liu Tao, spat a mouthful of blood directly on the young man's chest.
The pale old beggar forced a smile at Liu Tao, "Don't blame your second master, and you can't blame him either. This is all fate."
Yes, second master. Hearing the old beggar mention the monk, Liu Tao seemed to have grasped the last straw, and turned his head to the monk who had been standing beside him for some time.
"Second master, you must have a way to save the great master, right?" Liu Tao shouted while crying.
The monk's expression was somewhat unbearable, and he didn't answer. He just stood closer to the old beggar, looked at the pale old beggar, and gently shook his head.
Jue Kong looked at the old beggar on the ground, and frowned deeply. He sighed, "Senior brother, why did you do this?"
"Junior brother, I don't blame you. I know you didn't do anything wrong, and you made your own choice, but, but I can't convince myself!" After saying this, the old beggar spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Master!" Liu Tao looked at the old beggar, and his heart was very uncomfortable.
"Liu Tao, actually, I had a selfish motive when I first took you as my disciple. I knew I couldn't beat your second master, so I put all my hopes on you with the intention of fighting." The old beggar looked at Liu Tao apologetically.
"Don't say anymore, master, I beg you to stop," Liu Tao murmured.
Using one hand to carefully support the old beggar, Liu Tao used the other hand to take out a canteen filled with pool water, and poured it into the old beggar's mouth without any explanation.
Seeing that the old beggar's face was no longer pale, but a little rosy, Liu Tao thought that the pool water was working, and he was about to pour it again.
"Liu Tao, the grievances between me and your second master will vanish with my death. I was too obsessed, so I can't blame others." After the old beggar said this to Liu Tao, he turned his head to look at the monk in front of him.
"Junior brother, no matter who was wrong in the past, what happened has happened. So many years have passed, and you have been living in seclusion here. It's time to go back. After I die, you can take my ashes back to the sect. I want to watch that mountain, that land," the old beggar said.
The monk looked reluctant, but seeing that the old beggar was dying, he finally nodded.
…
The old beggar left.
After the old beggar was cremated, Liu Tao held the old beggar's ashes and sat in the room in a daze. He didn't step out of the room for three days.
Three days later, the monk gently opened the door, looked at the thin young man in front of him, and sighed.
Just when he was about to turn around and leave, the young man moved.
Turning around, Liu Tao stared motionlessly at the monk in front of him, who seemed to be getting older. Liu Tao felt a wave of sorrow in his heart. His dearest Second Master had actually killed his dearest First Master.
"Master, why did you do this?" The young man's voice was trembling.
… …
Liu Tao shifted his gaze back to Lin Xiu. He just wanted to teach him a lesson and had no intention of killing him.
Because of what happened back then, one of his two masters died and the other was injured. It was a huge blow to him, and after 20 years, his cultivation had only broken through to the Harmonious Spirit realm.
"Young man, I see that your aura is steady, and you must be strong. I don't care what kind of relationship you have with the young miss, as long as you can take three moves from me, you can do whatever you want. I will not gossip in front of the prefectural governor." Liu Tao said calmly.
Lin Xiu was taken aback. The other party's attitude had changed so much that he really didn't know what to say.
He didn't know about Liu Tao's past, but since the other party didn't have much evil intentions, he would not kill him in the next exchange.
Lin Xiu cupped his fists at Liu Tao and said slowly, "Sorry for the offense!"
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