Wushuang City, City Lord's Mansion.

Duan Lang has been living here to heal his injuries since he personally stopped his only friend Nie Feng from assassinating Wushuang City Lord Dugu Yifang last time.

With his martial arts, he was already superior to Nie Feng.

It's just that things always happen unexpectedly.

At that time, Nie Feng had actually been noticed by Dugu Fang, who led Nie Feng into a trap with the wedding of his son and Mingyue.

During the war, Mingyue, who had already made a lifelong commitment to Nie Feng, was forced by her grandmother Mingjing to attack Nie Feng. Mingyue refused, and was caught between the Ming family's mission, her closest relatives, and her lover Nie Feng. This girl was extremely strong-willed.

He chose to kill himself.

Duan Lang, who followed Nie Feng in secret, came to the rescue. Although he was not dead, he was seriously injured.

Nie Feng thought that Mingyue was dead, and suddenly became mad, his power increased inexplicably, and he killed people wantonly.

Duan Lang and Dugu Yifang joined forces, but they could only barely resist.

Then Nie Feng fainted for no apparent reason. If Duan Lang hadn't stopped him, he would have been killed by Dugu Fang.

Dugu Yifang had paid close attention to Duan Lang as early as the Tianxia Society, so he naturally knew his origin.

Feeling grateful for his help and fearful of Shaolin behind Duanlang, I could only let Nie Feng leave peacefully in the end.

It is worth mentioning that after this battle, a monk who followed Dugu Ming, the son of Dugu Fang, suddenly betrayed him and took away the unparalleled Yin and Yang Sword, the real goal of the marriage between Dugu Fang and the Ming family.

But all this has nothing to do with Duan Lang. He was just following his uncle's orders to save Dugu Fang.

If not, given his own position, he might be able to kill Dugu Fang together with Nie Feng.

As a benefactor of Wushuang City, Duanlang is naturally treated with great courtesy.

In the courtyard specially prepared for him by Dugu Fang, Duan Lang was holding a long sword in his hand.

The blade of the sword is blood red, and is also wrapped in a strange red light.

The hands holding the strange long sword were shaking violently.

An evil red light flashed in his eyes, and twisted and tangled lines like blood vessels appeared on his face, making him look extremely evil and ferocious.

This sword is the Fire Lin Sword passed down from his family.

He had already retrieved it from Lingyun Cave.

But ever since he got this ancestral sword, Duan Lang discovered the strangeness of the Fire Lin Sword.

This sword is very evil.

Holding this sword in your hand can actually increase your skill.

However, it will control people's hearts and make the person holding the sword have all kinds of evil thoughts and evil desires.

When he was shocked, he could no longer let go of the sword.

The sword controls the human heart, and demonic desires abound.

When he was being corroded by evil spirits, Duan Lang suddenly felt that the true energy of the Arhat's Subduing Demon Skill in his body was entangled with the evil spirits that invaded his body.

Although it was indelible for a while, Duanlang regained his clarity and intelligence.

I was shocked when I was covered in cold sweat.

Could it be that everything was as expected by the uncle?

Arhat's magical skill of subduing demons was taught to him by Chen Yi.

At that time, I also told him that Arhat should conquer evil spirits first. To conquer external demons, he must first conquer internal evil spirits.

To practice this magical skill, one must renounce all desires.

However, it is not necessary to cut off human desires and worldly thoughts in order to practice. On the contrary, it is necessary to ignite all kinds of desires, turn them into the fire of desire, burn the heart and refine the body, in order to truly master this magical skill.

If you can endure the fire of desire that burns your heart, and finally give up your desire, that will be the time of perfection.

Cutting off desires and thoughts, if there are no desires and no thoughts, how can we cut them off?

That's why the uncle left him in Tianxiahui and refused to take him away, just to make him suffer in Tianxiahui.

Only when the heart has desires, is unwilling to accept it, has resentment in the heart, and is deeply poisoned by greed and delusion, can one be entangled in all kinds of desires.

Even the evil spirit of the Fire Lin Sword, I'm afraid the uncle has long been aware of it, so he asked him to get the sword at this juncture, just to make him ignite all the desires accumulated in his heart and use it to practice magical skills?

All of this is Duanlang's own imagination.

So he didn't feel cheated at all, but was even more moved.

Even though he had to endure the pain of evil spirits entering his body and being haunted by desires every day, he never had the slightest idea of ​​giving up.

He tortured himself with the Fire Lin Sword all day long, and the result was that the Arhat's magic skill of subduing demons was rapidly improved.

Although the Fire Lin Sword is evil, it can still have some influence on his mind, but it is wishful thinking to think that the sword can control people's hearts and backfire on him, the master.

Duanlang stood in the courtyard, once again using the Fire Lin Sword to attract evil spirits, running the Arhat's true energy to subdue demons, igniting the desires in his heart.

He endured the pain of burning heart and body, and countless evil desires, but he always maintained a trace of clarity.

It wasn't until the demon-subduing Qi completely eliminated the evil energy in his body that the ferocious look on his face gradually returned.

When I opened my eyes, I was already covered in sweat and panting.

Duan Lang sighed slightly.

Although the skill is constantly increasing, as the skill increases, the evil desires in the heart become stronger every time.

This Wushuang City is not suitable to stay any longer.

He was afraid that if he continued, his evil desires would get out of control, which would lead to a catastrophe.

Thinking of this, Duan Lang was about to go see the owner of this place, Du Gu Yifang, and say goodbye to him.

As Dugu Yifang's benefactor, he was almost allowed to come and go in the city lord's mansion.

After asking all the way, we arrived at the reception hall of the mansion without any obstacles.

I heard that Dugu Fang was chatting with several distinguished guests here.

Before he could reach the door, Duan Lang suddenly stopped.

Because he heard the word "Shaolin".

With a thought in his heart, he retreated to the side of the hall and listened.

"...Hahaha, now the eight sects, as well as masters from all walks of life, have gathered together and formed a blood alliance. They plan to join forces to break into Shaoshi Mountain and force the Shaolin Temple on the fifth day of September."

"I would like to see if this ancestral home of the Zen sect, which is so legendary in the world and the holy place where martial arts originates from all over the world, has the ability to survive this disaster."

The voice sounded strange to Duanlang, but the words shocked him.

"Hey, I don't care about long sects and short sects, but Shaolin is too arrogant and dares to claim to be the origin of martial arts in the world? Doesn't this mean that all the martial arts practitioners in the world are the disciples and grandsons of their Shaolin Temple? This is really unreasonable!

"

"I don't believe it. What bullshit Shaolin guy popping up from nowhere can stop the eight major sects from joining forces. Let's see how they suffer the consequences this time!"

It was another unfamiliar voice that made Duan Lang feel resentful. If he didn't continue to listen, he really wanted to rush in and chop this man down.

"Hey, you can't underestimate the Shaolin Temple so much. The leader of the Tianxiahui Xiongjun is indeed the top master in the world. Even I am not as good as him. After thinking about it, I am the only one who doesn't care about worldly affairs.

I can beat him in one category."

"That Shaolin monk can easily defeat him, so he is certainly very capable."

Duan Lang recognized that the voice belonged to Du Gu Fang.

I felt proud that Lord Dugu City indeed had some knowledge.

"Who knows if it's true or not? Anyway, none of us have seen it."

"Forget it, this is not what we are going to talk about today. I heard that the Lord of Dugu City also received the Shaolin Golden Post. I wonder what the City Lord's plan is? Nowadays, there are many rumors in the world that this is the Golden Post of Destiny. Whoever can get this post

, even in the worst case, it still looks like a hidden dragon."

"If the golden post is true, how many people in this world can compete with the Lord of Dugu City? I can't say, if they can really fulfill the destiny, then... Haha, we really want to congratulate the Lord of the City!"

"Hahahaha, you guys are so complimentary."

"How can we believe all the rumors in the world?"

Although the voice belonging to Dugu Yifang was modest in speech, it revealed a hint of pride and enthusiasm.

"The theory of destiny is ultimately false. However, I still have to give some face to this golden invitation, but..."

"It also depends on whether the Shaolin Temple lives up to its name. Let's first see if they can pass the eight major sects."

"Hahahaha, not bad, but I feel bad..."

The guests and hosts in the palace were enjoying themselves.

Duan Lang outside the hall had already left with a sullen face.

I no longer care about saying goodbye or not.

The words of Dugu Yifang and others made him worried.

Although I knew that my uncle's cultivation was earth-shattering and unfathomable, after all, he was facing almost half of the world of martial arts.

Can Shaolin Temple really resist?

It was now less than seven days before the fifth day of September. He was rushing to Shaolin now, and maybe he could report the news to his uncle before the eight major sects.
Chapter completed!