My Sword Has a Way

In front of a cave in Daliang, a gloomy old man had blood flowing from the corners of his mouth and his eyes were burning.

"Young Master, when I first met you, I discovered that you had a very Yin constitution, which was most suitable for practicing magic. Since then, I have been preparing for today. I am able to obtain your body and relive my youth again. God has really been very kind to me, Qin Ye."

After the old man finished speaking, he walked towards the young man in black who was unconscious on the ground.

This young man was none other than Zhang Yunnan, the descendant of the demon master. There was blood at the corner of his mouth. The surrounding snow was littered with branches and gravel, with some bright red spots on it, obviously indicating that there had been a fight before.

The old man dragged the boy to a large rock nearby and leaned him against the bluestone.

Then the old man took out two pieces of purple talisman paper and stuck them on the young man and himself respectively. Then he took out several small black flags and inserted them into the four directions of east, south, west and north respectively.

After doing all this, the old man sat cross-legged opposite the young man.

"The yin and yang of heaven and earth, the nine chapters of the devil's law, I hold the devil's order, the gods and ghosts retreat, the flags and talismans summon the souls, listen to my command, the souls leave the body!"

As the old man chanted something, his finger gestures kept changing, and then four small flags emitted bursts of demonic energy that enveloped the two of them.

At the moment when the old man's soul rushed into the boy's body, the boy hurriedly opened his eyes and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which happened to be spit on the old man. Then he gritted his teeth and chanted: "Five Thunder Art!"

Then the sky was covered with dark clouds, and then a pillar of lightning struck down and went straight into the old man's body.

"No! Stop it!"

Inside the young man's body, an old man's soul screamed madly.

Then another pillar of lightning struck down, and the purple talisman on the old man's body instantly burned.

"Stop! Stop now! Young Master, please spare this old slave!"

The young man endured the severe pain in his soul and tore off the purple talisman on his body, sneering: "Old dog, I have been on guard against you for a long time!"

Then three more lightning pillars fell with a bang, and the old man's body exploded instantly, and the old man's soul was also seriously damaged. Zhang Yunan raised the corner of his mouth, and his soul took the initiative and began to devour the old man's remaining soul.

Half an hour later, the young man opened his eyes with sweat all over his forehead, wiped the sweat off with his hands, and looked at the broken body of the old man with a wicked smile on his face: "I didn't expect you to be an elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect and hold so many secrets, but it's still a bargain for me, Zhang Yunan."

The young man walked around, collected four small black flags, and picked up a black token, which was the token that the old man had used to release the Heavenly Demon General in Longyang City.

Finally, he found a skull ring of the old man. He knew that this was the Fang Cun ring that the old man used for storage.

After Zhang Yunnan had packed up everything, he looked up at the Daliang imperial capital in the distance.

"Emperor Daliang, Tianshi Academy, and Xu Zhian, you must wait for me to come back! When the time comes, I will let you experience what hell on earth is like!"

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Xu Zhian looked back at the mountains and gave a slight wry smile. He thought his strength was still too low. It seemed that he needed to break through the third floor as soon as possible.

Xu Zhian passed by the small courtyard. The gate was closed at this time. It was obvious that Lin Jianyi had not returned yet.

So the boy didn't stop and ran straight to the pharmacy near the town's stage.

The owner of the drugstore was named Yao. He was a lame old man with white beard hanging down to his chin and sunken eyes that were bright and lively.

There are two apprentice boys in the shop, about eight or nine years old, both of them are smart kids in the town, one is called Mu Xiangyang and the other is called Fan Jin. Although they are young, they are just as good as adults in picking herbs and doing odd jobs and running errands.

Normally the old man has difficulty walking, so he just sits on the examination table and practices acupuncture. He is an expert at performing nine needles in one hand.

The old man had a rule that he only gave needles to people in the town, and only prescribed herbal medicine to outsiders.

The people in the small town only use nine needles at most. Nine needles or less can cure all diseases in the world. Above nine needles are magic techniques of gods and ghosts, which can shorten one's life.

The people in the small town also called the old man Yao Banxian, and every patient who came under his care praised him as a god.

Xu Zhian walked to the door of the pharmacy and looked at the sign on the door, Jiuzhentang.

Xu Zhian stepped in, and the old man glanced at him calmly: "Stranger, what medicine do you want to get?"

Xu Zhian bowed slightly and said, "I want to get some herbs that can relieve pain and blood stasis and make the wound heal quickly."

The old man asked again: "What wound? How did you get injured?"

The young man replied, "The sword wound is three or four inches."

The old man shook his head and said, "You outsiders, you really have nothing to do, but you have to come to Jianya to suffer."

The old man said to the boy beside him, "Fan Jin, take the guest to get the medicine. The main ingredient is seven liang and nine qian of Su Mu, and the auxiliary ingredient is two liang and three qian of Xue Jian. In addition, add three ginseng to replenish the qi and blood."

The little boy named Fan Jin nodded in agreement.

When they arrived at the pharmacy, the little boy repeated what he had just said to the little boy named Mu Xiangyang, and the two of them quickly prepared all the necessary medicinal materials.

"Your name is Xu Zhian?"

The little boy named Fan Jin stared at the foreign swordsman with wide eyes, full of curiosity.

Xu Zhian was slightly stunned, then nodded slightly: "Well, how do you know my name is Xu Zhian?"

The little boy raised his lips and said proudly, "My name is Fan Jin, my father's name is Fan Er, I saw you last time when you were eating buns in my shop."

Xu Zhian suddenly realized what was going on and smiled faintly, "How are you lately, uncle?"

The little boy said with a look of disgust: "He's fine. He gets scolded by my mother every day. The more she scolds him, the happier he is."

Suddenly, the boy named Fan Jin circled around Xu Zhian and said with some disappointment: "There's nothing special about this. She doesn't look very good either."

Xu Zhian looked so embarrassed that he was actually teased by a little kid.

Just as he was about to take the herbs from the boy, he heard Fan Jin say, "Xu Zhian, can you let me see your black sword? As long as you let me see the black sword, if anyone dares to bully you in this town in the future, I can protect you. My godfather is Liu Da Naotou."

Xu Zhian squatted down and jokingly asked, "Is your godfather very powerful?"

Fan Jin raised his head and said, "That's Liu the Butcher from the small town, also known as Zhen Guanxi."

Xu Zhian smiled slightly, took down the black sword behind him, handed it to Fan Jin and said, "Then it's settled."

The boy used his hand to support the black sword that was taller than himself, and said to the boy beside him: "Mu Xiangyang, you should not be a sword immortal in the future. This sword is too heavy. You can change your dream. For example, Old Man Yao's needle is not bad. It is light and can cure diseases. How great."

The little boy at the side said with disdain: "The Sword Immortal is still the best! Only people with thin arms and legs like you can practice acupuncture."

Fan Jin said disdainfully: "You have strong limbs but a simple mind. Sooner or later, you will be exhausted from practicing sword skills!"

The boy named Mu Xiangyang ignored the chatterbox Fan Jin and asked Xu Zhian curiously, "Can you tell me about the outside world? Can people outside go wherever they want? And don't have to worry about losing their luck?"