The strange man in black snorted coldly.The demons and monsters of Qixuan are all birds of a feather!
The woman in the tent couldn't help laughing.
The four words "demon and ghost" are spoken by you, which is also very sarcastic!
As the saying goes, a hero cannot resist many people. She is not her own. There are as many servants as there are as many as eight. Although they are boys and girls on the outside, they can see that the four people holding the tent look lightly, and they know that it is difficult to meet.The strange man in black picked his sharp claws, his green eyes turned a few times, and suddenly he thought of something, and a strange voice sneered:
It is said that Sangmu Yin is the immovable among the seven mysteries. Like Jianmu from the East, she cannot easily interfere in the affairs of the world. She can only watch to extend her fortune and wait for the return of the Dragon Emperor.Since you claim to be Sangmuyin, shouldn’t you not know this rule?
The woman said in surprise: How do you know?
The stranger in black sneered.The woman in the tent was not angry, and said happily for a moment: If you don’t say it, I can guess it too.But your true identity has attracted me a lot. You have read all the rare classics of "The Book of Secrets". It is not an exaggeration to praise a saying that you have learned a great scholar, right?
"The Book of Secrets of the Secrets" is a history of the world. The author is unknown. Some people say that it is not written by one person and one time. The book is divided into two volumes. The first volume records all the affairs of the Jade Chi Dynasty. The material is rough and simple, and the trust is not as good as the official history, and the writing is not as gorgeous and vivid as the "Jade Chi Record".Various texts about the Emperor's Chronicle of the Scales have been written in a very large amount of time, with countless official and private writings. Even in this dynasty, there were still great scholars like Xiao Jianzhi who took materials from it and wrote the seventeen-volume "The Record of the East China Sea"; with the mediocrity of this half of the "Qianxiáng Treasure Book" being so mediocre and crude, it is really worthy of the word "Treasure Book".
What is rare and strange is its lower half.
The second half mainly records the evolution of the origin and flow of the various scattered clans after the destruction of the Jade Chi Dynasty, the most important of which is the part of the Tianyuan Dao Sect.The internal faction of Tianyuan Dao Sect is complex, which is the predecessor of Qixuan in the future. It is just that there is no such thing as Qixuan in the book, but there are records about mulberry wood yin, which shows that its origin has been long.
The second half of the "Qianxiáng Treasure Book" involves evil schools and has been listed as banned books throughout the ages, and the influence is within reach. Even the first half is only a very small number of hand-copied and broken copies are circulated, and there are very few people who have read it, let alone the second half.The two sentences that the strange man in black just said to extend his fortune and wait for the return of the Dragon Emperor to come from the slave of mulberry wood in the lower half of the treasure book.Since the woman in the tent comes from Sangmuyin, she naturally reads it well.
The strange guest in black knew that he had made a mistake and snorted coldly: You don’t have to care about it.Since you are from Sangmu Yin, the matter here has nothing to do with you, please!The woman said in a whisper: You are yours, I am tired of passing by. Can’t I rest here for a while?
Hearing such elegant and dignified beautiful female voices and saying such almost slutty words, Geng Zhao almost laughed if it weren't for the serious situation.The situation in front of me was really weird: the murderer in the shape of a wolf reads poetry and books, and he pointed out that others were evil sects. The noble lady who came out of the sea said she was passing by and taking a look... What's going on?
Suddenly, I heard the woman in the tent call him: Lord Dianwei, the sword technique you have used is very good!Where did you learn it?
Geng Zhao felt a little nervous, and her scalp became numb. She suddenly understood the strange guy in black: Why do she always ask questions that are inconvenient to answer? Should she say that they all have the point?I didn't dare to sell Lao Hu casually, and just said: It was taught by a friend.I have practiced randomly for a few days, but I don’t even count as good as a 10% chance, and I can’t say it’s famous.
No, your friend is quite famous, but you are wrong.The woman explained in detail:
This sword technique originated from Jiuwei Mountain, Qingqiu Kingdom in Nanling, and was derived from the Jishen sword technique, one of the three swords in the world.However, Ji Shenjian Sword is profound and has only been trained. Therefore, talented people have drawn the essence, changed the path of focusing on intention but not form, and transformed into this unpredictable sword technique...
Wait...wait!
Geng Zhao was confused. This Wushuang Quick Slash was obviously a martial art created by Lao Hu, so how could it be related to the Jishen Sword Technique, one of the three swords in the world?
You said this...is this the God-Ji Sword Technique?
no.It is another sword technique that was born out of the magical sword technique. In the past, the Nine-tail Flying Immortal Yin Zongtian spent twenty years in Jiuwei Mountain in Qingqiu Kingdom. Finally, he summed up the efforts of his predecessors and successfully created it. Only then did he lead his disciples to reenter the East China Sea and become the leading force of Qixuan.The woman smiled:
Although people deliberately changed and even omitted the appearance of the moves, the knife intention will not change.What you just used is indeed the Heavenly Fox Sword of the Fox Sect.
(Heaven...Heaven Fox Knife?)
Geng Zhao's chin was almost falling off.The mysterious woman in the tent did not allow him to ask again. A slender and tender trouser stretched out the gauze tent and gently waved him.Come here.Come into the tent.
Geng Zhao glanced at the weird guy in black, but heard the woman say: It doesn’t matter, come here quickly.He had to slowly approach the golden tent with his sword. The inspiration of the true energy of the Bihuo Qi spread out like a covert, and his eyes did not dare to leave the burly and ferocious human and wolf, for fear that he would suddenly attack.
It was strange that the strange guy in black still stood still, with wisps of smoke coming out of his body, and his blue eyes stared at Geng Zhao with malicious intentions, but he did not take advantage of the opportunity to attack.There are...and some are presumptuous.He crawled into the tent with a hatchet.The golden tent is bigger than any bed he has seen. It is not an exaggeration to say it is a small house. Unexpectedly, there is a big bed in the tent, which can accommodate seven or eight people lying together, covered with thick soft tapesty. I don’t know what was cushioned under the felt, and it sank slightly as soon as I pressed it, like pine cotton.
The comfortable soft felt was filled with pillows and mattresses, all of which were expensive treasures with rich gold, and were arranged like a concrete and tiny women's boudoir.
He just entered the tent, and the first thing he saw was a small buttock with a shiny white silk.This is the smallest butt he has ever seen in his life. It is probably slightly larger than a cantaloupe and smaller than the newly picked small jade watermelon in Hezhou in midsummer. The round and full thighs seem to have matured, not owned by the little girl who has not dried up.
The little peach's buttocks were not still, but twisted the equally incredibly small round waist and climbed forward. The skirt spread out into a fan shape on the soft couch, with two small soles facing the sky. The naked soles without shoes and socks were crisp red and tender, which was exactly the same as a little girl.
She climbed into the middle of the pillows and turned around and sat down, hugged her shoulders in a white fox fur, and hid her small peach buttocks in the pillows. She seemed to feel that this position was very comfortable, and she squinted her deep eyes slightly; her buttocks were as thick as a waterfall. Swish!It drooped down and turned out to be as white as satin, without a single black hair.
The girl - in Geng Zhao's eyes, she was only twelve or thirteen years old at most - had a face smaller than a slap, her fine porcelain skin was bloodless, and she looked like an extremely exquisite porcelain doll.
Get closer and don't stand there.
As soon as she spoke, Geng Zhao realized that she was not a girl, but the elegant female voice she had just dealt with.After a closer look, the beautiful face did not look like a girl, but a beautiful girl.If Xue Yanqing is enlarged by equal proportion, then she is shrinking by equal proportion. Although she has small buttocks, small hands and feet, and face, her figure is not an undeveloped girl, but has a mature and graceful curve.
It was precisely because she was too small and the golden tent was too big that she had just climbed to the veil and reached out to greet him, and wanted to climb back to the original place before Geng Zhao came in, which made him unexpectedly witness the surprisingly attractive peach buttocks.The woman patted the pile of pillows on her hand, and a slender and delicate body lay in the soft bedding. A light snoring came from her thick hair, which turned out to be snow.
She was so tired that I lit her sleepy pussy and brought it over.The woman said:
Now, you can always feel at ease.
Thank you... Thank you senior.Geng Zhao's thoughts were heard and knew that he would not dare to lack etiquette when he met a master.
The woman smiled, and the white fox fur stretched out from her slender fingertips like jade buds, pointing at the huge black shadow outside the lotus-colored gauze tent.
He is delaying time, can he see?Seeing that Geng Zhao was not surprised, he nodded with satisfaction and whispered:
"The Green Wolf's Art" dramatically changes the human skeletal tendons and veins in a short period of time and heals the injuries quickly. It seems magical, but in fact it has great flaws.There is a balance between heaven and earth, and there is no power obtained out of thin air; internal strength cannot make the injury worse in an instant, so he uses the essence of life. Even if he receives a large amount of flesh and blood, it is just food for Yin and Mao, and cannot be cultivated.
Geng Zhao heard from Miss Ming that this is not difficult to understand.
Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have encountered a very difficult opponent before. In order to protect himself, he used the evil skills of "The Green Wolf's Art" to subdue the opponent or use it to recover from his injuries.In order to make up for the loss of evil power, he ate the daughter of the farmer's family, and the continuous emergence of medicinal energy is a characteristic of digestion in his body.
...He didn't do his best just now?
I can't even think about it.The woman pointed outside the tent.Now, the medicinal energy gradually disappeared, indicating that the flesh and blood essence he swallowed was taken by him. "The Green Wolf's Art" was temporarily replenished, so he could use it with all his strength.
Please make clear to seniors.
If I fight head-on, I'm not sure to kill him.The woman rarely showed a deep-smile expression.Even though there are many bad things in the Green Wolf Art, it is difficult to hurt ordinary swords and heal quickly. These two points are extremely difficult, otherwise no one would be willing to practice them.If you use the strength of the Heavenly Fox Sword well, you can control him.As he said that, he glanced at him and smiled:
No moves will bother you very much, right?
Geng Zhao was stunned and nodded vigorously!Lao Hu's fight training allowed him to realize the ubiquitous intention of the sword: listen first with the ears and look first, and then his brain instructs him to take action, and he will never catch up with the changes in moves; in the duel between experts, the difference of one breath is often the key to victory or defeat.
However, the fact that there is no move or style makes it difficult for him to improve his actual application.Martial arts is an extremely sophisticated and complex science, and proficiency and reaction are very important, but they are not all martial arts. Otherwise, the reactions of monkeys, ferns and wools will be first-class. Wouldn't they all be masters of martial arts?
Wushuang Quick Slash opened a window for Geng Zhao's martial arts, but more materials are needed behind the window to show the scenery, and even open up mountains and flow, completing a marvelous scene of all kinds.Unfortunately, Lao Hu and him separated too early and had no time to fill this vacancy. If it weren't for the chance to learn the Ghost Hand of the Sakura and Mingzhexue, I'm afraid Geng Zhaoyu's outer gate would have limited access, and he could use the Bihuo God Art to subdue an ordinary skill. If he faced an enemy of Yue Chenfeng's level, he would inevitably be in danger.
After all, the tricks of the ghost hand are very different from the sword technique, and the part that can be borrowed is quite limited.Geng Zhao and Uncle Muji have developed a great feel when he was young, and he has the long and long magical skills of the Bihuo Divine Art and the first reaction. However, the tricks in his hands are not enough. When he is in the enemy, he is the Wushuang quick-slashing. He is like a chef who is born with a skilled craftsmanship. He is preparing to show off his skills, but he has no ingredients at hand. How can he cook good dishes?
The woman casually commented that she actually hit the nail on the head. Geng Zhao seemed to be exploring in the dark for a long time, and suddenly saw a bright lamp, holding her fists and bowing: Senior, teach me!
The woman nodded and said: Time is limited, so I only have time to learn three moves.The essence of the Heavenly Fox Sword lies in... Suddenly, a roar outside the tent, and a large stream of smoke suddenly popped out of the black-clad monster. The pungent smell of fishy medicine suddenly became heavier, and even the eight boys and girls outside the tent could not help but cover their noses.
This person is impatient!
The petite white-haired beauty, like a doll, frowned slightly, and suddenly stretched out her fingers, poking Geng Zhao's eyes coldly!This was so quick and incompatible. Geng Zhao had not had time to be surprised. His right arm instinctively moved his body and opened the small jade-like soft horn. The two of them had not yet touched their skin, and the woman shrank her hands silently, and she didn't even pull up a strand of wind, as if nothing had happened.
The person who teaches you may be of good intentions, but your personality is not suitable for practicing the Tianhu Knife.You can hide just now, and those with more cruel personality may also come first, using attack instead of defense, and you can get the lead... but you just blocked it.The woman sighed.The Tianhu Dao emphasizes the change of intelligence and the ethereality of nothingness. It is not suitable for you to use your mind between reality and reality.I originally wanted to teach you three steps to make the person unable to touch you. If time goes on, the defects of the Green Wolf Art will be dealt with.It doesn't seem appropriate now.
Geng Zhao suddenly realized.
The most terrifying thing about the black-clothed monster is the Green Wolf Art, which is hard to get into and cannot be injured, but what he fears the most is the Green Wolf Art.You only need to use agility to fight around the circle to avoid head-on confrontation. When the essence he has absorbed from raw meat is consumed, the black-clothed monster cannot leave, and the crisis in front of him will naturally be resolved.
I understand.Geng Zhao was quite confident in his speed and whispered:
Please let the younger generation deal with him and try not to be caught by his sharp claws.
The woman shook her head.What if he leaves you and turns to attack here, what will you do?
Geng Zhao was stunned when he heard this.Even if this mysterious white-haired woman is enough to protect herself, he cannot ignore the sleeping Xue Yanqing... But the woman laughed and said: That person is also a scheming person. It would be strange if he doesn't make good use of your temperament.Your temperament is more suitable to learn the magic sword technique, but you cannot learn the Tianhu sword.
She sighed and said lightly: That's good.I originally wanted to learn three moves, but now I just need to learn one move.He reached out to press Geng Zhao's right elbow bend.The bend of the elbow is one of the most fragile parts of the human body. Geng Zhao instinctively blocked her palms. This time the woman did not shrink her hand. The two of them tangled with one arms and exchanged a few moves as fast as lightning. Geng Zhao only felt that her skin was smooth and smooth, as if she had no body temperature. Her small palm was soft and soft, afraid that she would really hurt her, so she only used the move of brushing her hands to remove the strength.
Unexpectedly, after a few turns, she pushed her gently, and her slender little hand broke through the central palace and pressed it steadily on his chest.
Geng Zhao was sure that she had not used any internal force, and with Bai Fu's sticky essence, even Yue Chenfeng could not break through with one palm that day. The woman's technique was extremely clever, and it seemed like she was spinning backwards along the way of Bai Fu's hand. The force of each movement was extremely accurate. When you advance and she retreat, when you come and go, there was no gap.
Bai Fu's strength and defense posture were not only disassembled into pieces, but also packed by her little hands like a bag of grapes. However, there was a trace of extremely subtle barrier that could not produce power at all. Even she pressed her hand forward and gently and cleverly attached to the Danzhong point on her chest.This is definitely not that Bai Fu's hand is not clever enough, and it has nothing to do with the strength of martial arts. Just like the sharpest sword in the world, it cannot be cut off the scabbard tailor-made for yourself.
When the woman saw him showing a thoughtful expression, she nodded with satisfaction: You are from the famous Liu Cinema, which is very helpful for understanding this technique.What you just used was the white brush in the hands of the lyre ghost?This magical skill has been lost for a long time. If you can work hard for ten years, your achievements will be limitless.
(She... She even knows the Ghost Hand of the Lily!)
The woman saw all his surprise, smiled naughtyly, and pointed at the hatchet.The Wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw is not a good martial arts, it is much worse than your Bai Fu Hand.If you learn this trick, he will do nothing about you.He clamped his five fingers together and slashed his hands, but he used the sword technique.
Geng Zhao remembered well, and the woman's movements were not difficult. He looked and gestured, but he seemed to be like this, but he couldn't see how such a simple sword path could control the Wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw of the strange man in black.The woman took him to do it several times, and suddenly hooked up five white jade-like slender fingers and made a gesture to grab his chest.Geng Zhao was still scared of the fact that she had just penetrated into the central palace. Just as she was about to push it away, she suddenly heard the woman shouting:
Use a knife!Geng Zhao was shocked, and the hatchet was wiped left and right, watching her long and beautiful lines, slightly small and as small as a toy carving, passing through her sleeves, and crossing it with him. The rusty hatchet stopped at her neck, only about a fraction from her fair neck that was slightly exposed to her blue collar.
Geng Zhao was stunned.The sword technique taught by the woman seemed to be tailor-made for this claw, and it spun back against the claws, and it repeated the scene of the central palace rushing forward and entering a state of no one.
This...what is this knife technique?He couldn't help but murmur.
The Heart Skill is the silkworm and horse sword technique passed down by my mulberry wood yin, and the moves are temporarily pieced together according to the "Qinglang Jue" map, which is verified with the wolf and the soul claws he used just now.When you face an enemy, you must correct changes by yourself and cannot blindly stick to it.Suddenly I remembered something, and smiled with a small mouth:
This silkworm and horse sword technique also has no fixed routine. After the Heart Puncture, you can break one set of martial arts when you see it. Any attack method can tailor a sheath for it, and be honest and can't do anything to it.
Geng Zhao was extremely relieved. Although the woman did not directly tell the truth, just this point of view, he had already benefited a lot. He hurriedly put away the hatchet and bowed his head straight: Thank you for your advice.I haven’t asked my senior yet that my surname Gao is named after me. What do you call him honored?
The woman smiled and said: Just call me Ma Cannibal.The master of our mulberry and wood yin has been called this name in all dynasties.
There was another shocking roar outside the tent. The girl carrying a white lantern rushed to the tent and was blessed with half of her blessing: My wife, that guy seems to have recovered!Do I need to wait for action?The girl Geng Zhao had just met. She looked only ten years old, but she was quite old. If she blindfolded her eyes, she thought the old woman was talking.
Ma Cannibal waved his hand and said: Yuma, let’s retreat first.That person is not the opponent you can deal with.He turned to Geng Zhao and said: You are carrying the unique skills of the Bihuo Divine Art, and he is not as good as you in terms of strength.Don’t panic when facing an enemy. If you fight steadily, you will be able to win.
I will understand it.Geng Zhao was very convinced by her martial arts knowledge. No matter what she said, she was not surprised. She bowed with her fists, held her sword and lifted her tent.
In the yard, the strange man in black was picking his bone claws, and no longer had pungent smoke and medicine gas escaped from his body.His body seemed to shrink a little, and his bulging muscles were not as exaggerated as before. He looked even more energetic. When he saw Geng Zhao coming out, he sneered: You have missed the opportunity to beg for mercy.I will capture you first, and wait until all these Qixuan demons who are disrupting the situation are killed, and then slowly question Lei Wanlin's whereabouts.
Geng Zhao said in a deep voice: No matter whether you are asking about poetry or the whereabouts of the general puppet, I have nothing to tell you.
very good!The man smiled grimly: I hope that when you use torture, you will have such backbone!His body swayed slightly, and he pounced on Geng Zhao like a wolf, which was twice as fast as before!Geng Zhao had no time to use any sword technique, and was beaten to roll a few times. Finally, he was not pressed by his huge body. He took the opportunity to roll away, and then he got up and came back!
(So...so fast!)
The biggest advantage of wolf transformation is that it is extremely fast. Geng Zhao knew something was wrong, so he had a sudden inspiration and turned around and ran away.roar!The human and wolf roared wildly, and the deafening roar had not yet dissipated, and the wind of claws had reached the back of his head; Geng Zhao let him go sideways, and the strange guest in black threw down the entire bamboo fence with his claws.
The bamboo strips are thin and tough and difficult to break. In addition, there is a small vegetable garden here, with overturned bamboo fences, soft vegetable gardens, and scattered farm tools and debris, which greatly restricts the wolf's movements.It stepped on the fence and was deeply trapped in the mud. It was about to use its strength to shake the broken bamboo net stuck between its legs. Geng Zhao had already turned his defense and attacked, and rushed forward with a knife.
Looking for death?
The strange guy in black swung his claws, but the boy in front of him tangled like a loach swimming fish. The knife in his hand was also a scream of pain - a human and a wolf. A circle of hard hair was shattered on his furry thick arms, and blood like thick ink splattered out. Geng Zhao had already passed by him, and was naturally unscathed.
The black-clothed monster was in great pain and did not understand why the protective energy suddenly failed. The young man's blade cut was all about the weakness in this grab, as if the secret mechanism of magic was lifted up, and he specifically selected important places to destroy it, and the damage doubled.Since the completion of "The Green Wolf's Art", he has used living people to practice claws many times. He has studied it more thoroughly than Nie Mingtu. He is only due to his identity, and cannot challenge the masters openly and think about practical applications.
I thought that Lei Fenkai's old hooligan was seriously injured and should be able to capture him easily, but unexpectedly, the iron palm sweeps Liuhe is extremely powerful. Lei Fenkai's guy was scheming and skillful, deliberately showing weakness. As soon as he fought, he was hit by the plot of Liuhe's Iron Palm. If he did not use the Green Wolf Art to heal the injured internal organs and sternum, he would be afraid that he would die in the house.
In order to exclaim, he tortured him severely. Lei Fenkai was very angry. The strange man in black understood that he could not speak from him. Soon Geng Zhao came to the farmhouse and deliberately let him in. Who knew... it was so hateful!
roar--!The man and wolf roared to the sky, and a large tumour of medicine smoke rushed out of their arms, and the knife wound was quickly repaired.
Geng Zhao first tried the silkworm and horse sword technique to make the sound, and was both surprised and happy. He remembered the instructions of the silkworm girl and fought around the strange guest in black. He did not avoid any claws, but directly used the silkworm and horse sword as the sheath, which made the wolf claws useless.
However, after all, the wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw is the famous martial arts of the wolf head, and it is also varied. Not every move can break the gap smoothly like the first strike.One of them was crazy about the claws, and the other was in circles and they both eliminated and beaten. Geng Zhao still had more defense and less attack. Due to his exhaustion, the black-clothed monster's cultivation was far higher than his, which was an incredible and astonishing result.
After dozens of rounds of fight, the black-clothed monster's body was wrapped in wisps of medicine cigarettes again. I knew that it would be extremely unfavorable to continue like this. One move, the wolf and hornet venom was easily transformed by Geng Zhao. The shocking power was like a blow to the sky, and suddenly I understood:
His sword technique is unique in defeating the Wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw!Although he was not clear about it, he was not a stubborn person. He acted as a wolf and a venomous hornet. When the hatchet hit him, he suddenly grasped the blade and drew a circle and pushed it out in a flat manner. He hit his chest and beat Geng Zhao backwards. He fell into the golden tent, and sprayed blood on the lotus gauze.
Ma Cannibal frowned slightly, leaned forward and grabbed his wrist, dragged it to the pillow, and tapped several large acupoints. The slightly translucent little jade palm patted his shoulder, and a familiar soft and harmonious force penetrated into his body, protecting his heart.Geng Zhao felt a warm feeling between her navel, and her whole body felt as if she was soaked in warm water. What was strange was that the protective true energy of the Bihuo Divine Art did not resist the power she sent, as if she had already gotten used to it.
Previous...sen...his spiritual consciousness gradually became blurred, and he still struggled to speak:
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The shouts and shouts outside the tent rose and fell, and the strange guy in black fought with the three girls holding the red palace lanterns. The three of them were no less skilled than the top-notch masters in the world, and the sound of shouting was also old, not like a young girl at all. After a few sounds of cracking silk, the three girls were each injured by sharp claws.The girl called Yuma waved her sleeves and said in a deep voice:
Poor boy, protect the silkworm mother!The four boys carrying the tent shouted and jumped forward together.
Retreat!Ma Cannibal scolded lightly: Don’t cause casualties!Everyone regarded her as a god, and they stopped hearing the sound and did not dare to move.The weird guy in black swish!Flying into the account, he grabbed Ma Si Niang's mother and raised it in front of him. The two had a huge difference in appearance. He pinched her slender waist with one palm. He could hardly hold her thumb and two claws together, and he couldn't help but be amazed:
You toy doll, have made so many tricks!
Who knew that Ma Cannibal was completely fearful and shook his head with compassion and sighed: Are you revealing your feelings?In the world, there are only a few people who can reach such a state without moving their hearts.Your palm is like writing a famous surname, but why does it cover your face?His little hand raised slightly and easily took off his cover.
The strange guest in black covered his face in shock, then his eyes were fierce again, with bloody fangs, and grinned and said with grin: If you look at someone's secrets, don't complain if you die!He used his strength in his palm, and was about to pinch the surprisingly small white-haired woman to death. No matter how he closed his fingers, he seemed to have pinched a piece of emery. He had pinched to the point where his whole body was trembling slightly and his forehead was sweating. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was the power of a tiger. Ma Cannibal's small waist was still motionless, and his big eyes were still blinking at him, with an unfathomable smile.
She only stretched out a finger like a core and pressed his desperately hard tiger's mouth.
If I hadn't made a vow and would not interfere in the martial arts world, you would be dead today.The little girl said softly: But the ancestors of this sect never expected that this vow would protect a hypocrite.The fingertips slowly moved upwards, and with a bang, the black-clothed monster's wrist bone had been pulled off, and medicine was constantly coming out.She didn't know what method she used to condense the grip force he applied at the point under her fingertips and could move it backwards. Strictly speaking, the black-clothed monster's wrist joint was twisted off by her own force.
Ma Cannibal's fingertips continued to move upwards, and for a moment it was a bang again!With a crisp sound, the elbow gate was also shaken off by the backward force.
You are well-read, very knowledgeable, and scheming. I can't deceive you.Due to the oath, I cannot do anything that may change the martial arts world, including exposing your true face; I cannot take action unless my life is threatened.This is the biggest mistake you made today.
The fingertips slid across the human and wolf's shoulders, and the shoulder joints were dislocated.His whole arm was soft and drooping, and his huge body fell on the soft couch. Ma Cannabi's wife stood in front of him, and was half a head shorter than him. She tiptoed and stretched her arms straight, and continued to move upwards with her fingertips.The clavicle also broke and collapsed.
The strange man in black was sweating like rain, and his whole body was trembling.He had been thirty years and had never relived this indescribable despair and fear. The petite and delicate girl like a porcelain doll seemed to be the most beautiful embodiment of the King of Hell, and her life-seeking young fingertips were all the way to her throat.
The throat cartilage is different from the shoulder and wrist joints. Once it explodes, it will affect the carotid artery, which is no different from beheading the head. Even the repairing ability of the Qinglang Art may not be too late to save it.The girl's fingertips slid from her collarbone to her sternum, and the surface of the skin where she passed was constantly bulging, making a crackling sound like fried beans, and the bones under her skin were rotten like crumbs.
The torture he exerted on Lei Fenkai was far less than that.The strange guy in black gritted his teeth and trembled. Under the powerful physical repair ability of the Green Wolf Art, he couldn't even faint.
She sighed.It's a pity that I can't kill.In order to prevent those who inherit the power of Silkworm Niang from forgetting their mission, there are so many rules, right?There are many restrictions when people live in the world, and they cannot be as good as you want.
You remember it.The girl stood on tiptoe and approached his ears, intimately instructing:
If you touch a hair of this young man surnamed Geng, I will not violate my oath if I kill you. Do you understand?He vomited his fingers quickly, and the huge beast body in front of him flew out loud, and it was not until it was two feet away that it fell to the ground and broke out into a big pit.
After the black-clothed monster landed on the ground, the restriction that he could not move and spoke was still unreleased. His body bounced up and down from the pit, and then bounced up and fell. He rolled a few times in a row before he could recover his freedom. The smoke-like mist surged out with the wind, and most of the broken collarbone and left arm had been restored.
This woman... this woman's martial arts is definitely not inferior to the sword emperor and hidden saints of the past, but is... the level of the three talents and five peaks!
Without turning his head, he stood up and fled deep into the forest, using all his strength.Like Nie Mingtu, who was in the Fenghuo Lianwu, the black-clothed monster made a choice to be laughed at. He seemed cowardly and despicable, but only those who had seen the Shura Hell with their own eyes and survived understood that living is the greatest success!Only by surviving can you wash away shame and gain more.
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In the dream, Geng Zhao continued to fight with the huge man and wolf in a broken black robe, using the sword technique taught by Ma Si Niang.The black-clothed monster in the dream did not become ten feet tall or three heads and six arms, and even combined with Nie Mingtu in Lianjue Temple. The power of the wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw is more real and more powerful - this is a perfect wolf tempered from the battle experience of two cultivation geniuses. Even if Nie Mingtu and the black-clothed monster encounter it, they will have a headache for a long time.
Since accepting the reconstruction of the Dao of Snatching the Body, Geng Zhao's mind was like a memory palace, and all memories were listed. Only a little trick and practice could be used to call out memory inquiries from it.But Geng Zhao had not received this training. For the Qigongmen, he knew nothing about the introductory memory method to train his mind, and he didn't even know that he should exercise this ability. He could only occasionally use dreams to achieve this magical effect of silently reciting his appearance.
Through the battle in the dream, he gradually discovered what the problem was.
Ma Cannibal was right. The focus of Silkworm Sword Technique is on the Heart Skill. Those few moves are just made up temporarily. The more time you spend thinking about it, the stronger the power, the more it will be. Otherwise, it will be rougher and more sparse - but this is only limited to the wolf-wind soul claws that Ma Cannibal had expected in his heart.
If the black-clothed monster uses a self-created claw technique, these sword paths will inevitably be greatly reduced, and the black-clothed monster wins with this method.
Unconsciously, Geng Zhao's simulated combat object kept repeating the palm that he finally defeated himself. The palm technique was far from the martial arts of the wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw. Geng Zhao had to constantly modify the knife style, so that the hazy feeling he got from the brief guidance of Ma Cannibal could be used to exert the powerful power of the wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw.
After thousands of times of fighting against the enemy, he fought the palm to the point where he could use it himself. The modified sword technique was already very different from that taught by Ma Canniang. The two were almost unrelated, and there was only a trace of vague, ethereal, and specious mental technique.
It was hard to figure out how many times it was defeated. Geng Zhao changed his sword path again. Seeing that the strange man in black held the hatchet, he drew a circle to hit him with his left palm. He suddenly released the hilt, pointed his right hand and used a knife, wiping the left and right, wrapping around the strange man in black, turning straight into the arm, and slashing the edge of his palm heavily on the side of his neck-
Success!
With a loud bang, Geng Zhaogu drank a few sips of water and quickly reached out to find something to support him. Finally, he came out of the water and found that the hand was holding a slippery stone railing, and he was actually immersed in a stone pond.The water in the pond was very hot, and large pieces of hot smoke were steamed. The surrounding scenery was not clear, but the stars in the fields were hanging, so they were undoubtedly outdoors.
The only hot spring that Geng Zhao has ever seen in his life is the Xianglingbo at Liu Cinema, and he has never seen a real hot spring pool. The other end of the pool is blocked by steaming mist, making it difficult to judge the size of the bath. The edge of the pool is made of precious white marble, and the pool is covered with smooth stone slabs, with extremely thin joints, which shows its exquisiteness.
The hot spring pool is surrounded by trees, which are used as retaining walls, and are also arranged in stone lanterns, stone chairs, sheds, etc., which is similar to the garden of a wealthy family.Near Gengzhao, there are two hollow stone lanterns carved into the shape of a crane, with windproof glass lamps inside, reflecting a faint yellowish color.
Not far away, a slender girl with naked jade-like snow-moist feet was soaked in the hot spring, with her long snow-white hair tied up in a bunch of fox tails on her chest, and her end was tied up with golden rings to avoid being soaked by the spring water. She was Ma Silkworm, the owner of Sangmuyin.
Wake up?She giggled and kicked the water gently.Sure enough, you slept all day and couldn't wake up. As soon as my stinky feet were soaked in the water, they woke you up.
She said this without reason.Not to mention that the hot springs have a pungent scent of sulfur, they can't smell any smell once they enter it. The faint fragrance in the golden tent is thin and fragrant. She crawled around in it with her bare feet, how could she smell her feet?It's like a pair of incense feet.
Geng Zhao dared to joke with baby Jin'er like this, but he did not dare to be arrogant in front of the senior master. He forced himself to laugh: Former... Senior was joking.Ma Cannibal smiled and didn't look at him, and suddenly said: No matter what age a woman is, she always doesn't want to grow old.I don’t like to listen to the word “Senior”, just call me Silkworm mother, the people in my family also call it that way.
yes.Geng Zhao remembered the strange guy in black and hesitated: The person who used the wolf wild Chi soul claw last night...
I'll send him away.Ma Cannibal said it lightly, as if he was unwilling to talk more.I don't know where to take you. I heard you crying out "The Son of the Boss, Secrets, etc., so I took you here.Lei Fenkai and that farmhouse, I have already buried it, so you don’t have to worry.
Geng Zhao was grateful for her carefulness, but she was confused: Lei Fenkai only said a few words to him, but she didn't know if it was a place name, so why did she know she was coming here?He did not believe in Ma Cannibal, but was entrusted by others and dared not let him down easily. He asked cautiously:
What is this place...?How did you... know you were coming here?
I was nearby when you fought with the man in black, and I heard everything you said.Ma Cannibal didn't care, so he swung his feet mischievously to draw water, and said in a wild voice: He recited a five-character poem, which contained hidden words, but a riddle.
Geng Zhao didn't read much, and he was confused at that time, so how could he remember any poems?But I heard the silkworm say happily: Why is there no one in the Gangling?The weeds grow on the well, and the Dai Yuezong's eyes are filled with empty feelings.The poem says: Like a mountain, like a hill, like a hill, like a tomb.The two characters "Gangling" are called "Fu"; the character "He" is removed from the edge of "H" and only one can be left.The left and right are...
Geng Zhao wrote it in his heart and immediately realized: Yes!
That's right.The silkworm covered his mouth and smiled, and continued: The surround on the well is a railing; add a grass veil on it, which is the word orchid.The common part of the two words Dai and Yue is the same as the word Shan, so the first three sentences refer to Alan Mountain.
We are on Mount Alan?Geng Zhao couldn't help looking around.Is there such a place in Alan Mountain?
I searched for a long time before I found such a suitable place for healing.Silkworm kicked the water with a smile.Your injury is not a big deal. Xue Yanqing's girl is so serious. She has suffered a little cold again. It is also a symptom of bathing in the hot spring. Among the nanny I brought, three of them were injured by the claws of the wolf Huang Chi. The hot spring also relieves cold poison and disperses stasis. No matter how you think about it, it is suitable here.
What about the fourth sentence?Geng Zhao became curious.
No other meaning.Literally speaking, it can be interpreted as I am writing this poem while missing our old friendship.In my opinion, this is a poem about the date. Because it is inconvenient to let people know, the place of the date is hidden in the riddle. The last sentence is to hope that the other party will come to see each other with an old love.She smiled faintly and shook her head and said:
Although the heroes in the world don’t have much ink in their stomachs, writing such a hidden poem that is almost a game is a bit too young.I don't believe there is any secret hidden here.
Gengzhao remembered the Liangding who was hiding in the prayer hall of Lianjue Temple that day. He had heard Lei Menhe have a secret conversation with Xianyi, and mentioned that the old man asked me to seize power, and only Lei Fenkai, the old gangster knew his whereabouts. Obviously, what he was talking about was the matter of Lei Wanlin.They searched for various parts of Alan Mountain and wanted to find a place called Wanmei'an. I believe Lei Wanlin was hiding there. I think the clue of Alan Mountain is a riddle from the poem.
But what Lei Fenkai told him had nothing to do with Wanmei'an or even Alanshan.No matter who is looking for a boss, they are all outrageously wrong.
I can't tell you how to know about Ma Cannibal. He calmed down and turned the topic away: I've been on Alan Mountain for a while, and I never knew there was a place like this.The Empress is stationed in Alan Mountain, surrounded by the mountains, all of which are from the General's Mansion in Zhendong or the Jinwu Guard. Strictly speaking, they are all their own camps, so Geng Zhao felt a little relieved.But for Xue Yanqing, this is a big problem.
Sangmuyin is also one of the seven mysteries. Although the seven mysteries may not be the same as the same energy, they are closer to the seven major sects and the General Zhendong Mansion.Ma Canniang brought the seriously injured Lord Tianluoxiang into the sphere of influence of the opposition camp with Geng Zhao. The motive is really worthy of intrigue.
The silkworm seemed innocent and smiled and said: Is that right?I think it's pretty good here, and there's a hot spring.The water surface was silent for a moment with the smoke-torn water, and said leisurely: Geng Dianwei, is your magical skill obtained by practicing both the Bihuo?
Geng Zhao's face turned red. If it weren't for the hot spring water, he would have wanted to bury his head.Yes...yes.
The silkworm didn't have to turn his head, and he knew that he must be very embarrassed. Wen Yan smiled and said: Dual cultivation is one of the Taoist Dharmas, and it's nothing.I have seen several remaining pages of "Huobi Danjue", but I never thought that it could be done by using the method of dual cultivation. Those who come up with this method are really rare geniuses.Did you come up with it?
No...No.
Ah, that must have been thought of by the woman, that's great.The silkworm's eyes lit up and said for a moment: Although your injuries are not as good as Xue Yanqing, you are not able to heal by yourself by soaking in a hot spring or leaving them alone.The fastest way is to use your dual-cultural partner to heal your wounds, and the faster the better, so as not to leave any harm.Where is the woman who practiced dual cultivation with you?
It would be great if I knew where Miss Ming was, and I didn’t have to worry so much.Geng Zhao's expression turned dark and she shook her head.She was not by my side and didn't know where to look for it for a while.We haven't seen each other for a long time, so we're worried.
A disappointed look appeared and disappeared.Since this is the second best, finding a strong woman with good roots and bones, and using the method of dual cultivation is not as good as a Taoist couple, it is a strategy.
Geng Zhao blushed and her ears were hot. She couldn't help but glance at her secretly. The silkworm mother was putting one of her legs away from the water. Her extremely slender jade white calves looked like a crane's neck. The proportion was extremely perfect, and it was difficult to increase or decrease in half.
He was distracted and suddenly had a whim: Silkworm's mother stood up slightly lower than his chest, and was about the same length as a ten-year-old girl, but she was not a girl's figure, but her whole body shrank to such a height, her face was much smaller than a slap, and she was so delicate that it was indescribable... How small should such a small person be?I'm afraid that a index finger will be full. If I get married with her, how can the dragon pestle be inserted?
When the rage dragon thought of this, he quickly became hard. He suddenly felt that his lower body was unrestrained. He could feel that his body had drawn a half-arc in the hot water and pointed at the water surface with high ambient points.
--I'm not wearing any clothes!
Actually, this is not difficult to understand.Who would take a hot spring bath in good clothes?
He quickly sat at the bottom of the pool, covered the giant object facing the sky in the water with both hands, and stuttered: Late... I deserve to die!I don’t know that I have not had any inch of my body, and I’m slandering the senior... The silkworm giggled and said: I know Ah!I let you go, how could you not know that you were not wearing any clothes?From beginning to end, I didn't even look at you.He patted his hands and stood up with his skirt. His two straight slender legs were whiter than bone porcelain. The elasticity that rolled down the water droplets all the way was even more tempting to bite.
OK, I'll look at Xue Yatou, you have to heal your wounds well.I'll see you tomorrow.With a prank-like smile, she twisted the round buttocks like a little melon, and walked out of the yellow dizzy of the stone lantern, leaving only the embarrassing Geng Zhao.
It's really... I was teased hard!Geng Zhao felt that he was just a big donkey egg when he was thinking about others.Just as I was about to regulate my breathing and exercise my skills at the bottom of the water, I suddenly heard the crowds of people across the pond, and a ball of yellow light broke through the lingering hot spring mist, reflecting several shaking figures.
(Someone!)
He instinctively touched the poolside and found that there was no clothes. He couldn't help but complain. He was about to risk climbing up to Chiyuan to find a place to hide when Huang Guang suddenly stopped and the people who broke in were all staying at the other end of the pool.According to the speed of sound transmission, the two ends of the hot spring pool are at least three meters away, and the lights cannot illuminate the hot spring mist, so no one has found him.
A low and powerful voice said: Your Highness Princess, the villain has hired local natives as guides and sent people to search along the river, but when we come north this time, we have limited guards to carry. We should protect Your Highness as the key, and we dare not...
Bang!With a crisp sound, the man bit his hands tightly and let out a painful hum. It seemed that the slap was powerful and even a big man could not stand it.Then Your Highness said angrily: Don’t dare to do anything?Then do you dare to die?Useless waste!Find them all for me!After a while, I took the knife and inspected. When I saw someone who was still in the house, I cut his head with a knife!The man agreed and the halo of the lantern was immediately reduced by half.
Since the queen is here, it is not unimaginable that there are several princesses nearby.But this princess is so fierce that she often wants to hold a knife to cut people. She is obviously not a good man and a trustworthy woman.The more Geng Zhao heard it, the more he became, the more he was wrong. He thought to himself: It’s strange, why is this person’s voice so familiar?I don’t know any princess!
Just as he was suspicious, he suddenly heard a rustling sound, and then a splash of water splashed everywhere. It was probably the princess who took off her clothes and slid into the pool. She saw a shadow like fertile snow in the hazy white mist. The princess's skin was even whiter than the white mist.
She let out a ummy moan, as if she felt comfortable. Geng Zhao felt that the moan was more familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it.The princess was still angry, and soon she thought the maid was annoying and said angrily: Get out of here!There is no one around this pool!Did I hear each one killing each one?The maids rushed out like they were running for their lives, and only the dim halo of stone lanterns remained by the pond.
Geng Zhao did not dare to make a sound, so he restrained his breath and pricked up his ears and listened carefully.
The princess lay on the pond and was soaked in water for a while. After talking to herself: None of these people are useful, a group of waste!After midnight, let the children go and search.After a moment of being stunned, he murmured again: Little monk, don’t die.Even if you die, you can't escape from my palm. Look at me, I will take the Ghost Order to lift you up from the underworld!Paint the water with one hand:
Come up, come up!Who dares not listen to my orders, ghosts in the world?Come up... I shouted a few times, probably because I was tired, so I buried my face between my arms, leaned over my snow buttocks and rested by the pool.Geng Zhao got into the water and swam slowly. There was no light in the water, and she could only see hazy shadows, but her skin was too white, and the snow was particularly clear in the water. Geng Zhao swam ten feet behind her and slowly emerged under the projection until the end of her nose was exposed.
The water mist of the hot spring is still thick, but when the distance is closer, the princess looks can be roughly seen: two big white butts like round mounds are bulging on the water surface, and the buttocks with water droplets are white and dazzling, almost whiter than the top white silk satin, so that the small anus exposed on the water surface is pink and orange, as if another layer of pearl powder is applied to the red and tender skin.
This butt is not only white and slim, but also has an amazing size. Its round thighs are also very tempting.The princess's shoulders were very wide and her naked back was smooth. The most eye-catching thing was her flame-like golden red hair, with the ends of her hair floating on the water surface to form a half circle, as if even the water was about to burn.
--It's her!
Red-haired and snow-skinned, broad shoulders and plump buttocks... These graceful physical characteristics can only belong to one woman.
Geng Zhao has no doubts anymore, rush!Standing up from the water, the erect and ferocious angry dragon looked up at the woman who turned around in surprise, looked down at her from a high voice, shouting in a deep voice: mèi!
Postscript to commemorate the martial arts factors in my life
Although the dream of a literati and a knight for generations, I think the martial arts mother in everyone's heart is not the same.Let’s talk about my martial arts lineage today.
Before junior high school, I only read an old version of the "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" comic in Taiwan. The style is similar to that of the veteran cartoonist Chen Haihong who painted "The Little Tornado", but it was not painted by Teacher Chen.According to my childhood impression, the styles of the two books are quite different.
At that time, there were only a few episodes of restaurant gambling skills, iron spear and nine-fingered beggars. The first one was a gambling battle between the seven monsters in Jiangnan and Qiu Chuji, and the second one was a wonderful process of Guo Jing and Huang Rong in order to treat Wang Chuyi and crossing the Sixth Prince's Mansion to get medicine.Some readers said that I was good at writing group battles, and maybe this book was the result of subtle influence.What’s amazing is that these wonderful and incoherent comics were only in elementary school at that time, but I could understand them even when I was only in elementary school. I would do it very well if I skipped the cause and effect of the jump in the middle. For example, Ouyang Ke is a bad guy, Santou Jiao Tonghai is a fool, and Yang Kang is a bastard, etc. I know very well without saying that…
After reading most of Jin Yong in high school, I only kept "The Deer and the Cauldron" to the college years. I still don't admit that this is martial arts book, and it may be more appropriate to say that it is anti-martial arts.While looking at Jin Yong, I also quickly watched Gu Long. Unfortunately, Gu Long's dragon's head and snake tail were difficult to explain to high school students. His greatest inspiration for me was probably that boys on the righteous side could go to bed with others everywhere with justification. I must also admit that the descriptions of smooth and slender thighs have an extremely deep impact on me...
Gu Long is the kind of genius who bursts out between the lines. No matter how playful I want to use, I can't do it.However, after covering up "The Legend of the Flag", I was extremely disappointed and couldn't help but start to think about the meaning behind it.If we had not died young, but had the opportunity to go back and revise our works like Jin Yong, we would have received such a rich collection of ancient dragons!Tianhui combines hard work, practices ingenious creativity, and the years wash away life... Imagination alone makes people tremble, but this will never happen.The current complete works of Gu Long cannot be said to be incomplete or imperfect. Perhaps, this is its inevitable appearance.
The great regret that Gu Long gave me made me re-examine the importance of the word "rigorous".For the author, the work only exists in the present.We have to give our all with each move.Instead of hoping for opportunities in the future, each revision must be regarded as re-creation, and is an independent creative experience, not a vassal of creation.
In fact, it is the example of the more you practice, the more you go back to the past.Jin Yong's third-class version is an unshakable classic, but unfortunately, the fourth-class version failed completely.Perhaps this can become another new milestone in the late holidays?I have no idea.
While giving up Gu Long in high school, I became fascinated by Wen Rui'an, and his poetic language had a profound impact on me.At that time, "The War Monk and He Ping" serialized in the United Daily News, I neatly cut it with an iron ruler blade every day. If it is accidentally cut, I will go to the grocery store to buy another copy of the re-cut. Until one day the newspaper was sold out early and I couldn't stand most of the scrapbooks, I stopped my first star-chasing activity in my life.
Actually, I don’t like the story of "The War Monk and He Ping" at all. I only remember the story of the heroine Lin Wanxiao being raped by the white-clothed hero Long Xiyang. As for how she later pretended to be despicable and the He family avenged her, she did not leave me a deep impression on me.This woman is not well described, and Wen Ruian is actually too good at describing vivid and brilliant women.
To this day, I still insist that Wen Rui's short story is better than a long story, "Kill You, OK?"》The collection of short martial arts stories is the highest masterpiece of Wen's martial arts that I have recognized, and is even better than the long novel "Poems in the Knife" that nakedly describes the ugliness of human nature."The Knife" is considered to be a painful work by Wen Rui'an to reflect his unjust imprisonment, but I just think this book is too close to the author's anger, and it is distorted from the idea to the brushwork. It is a rare text used to study Wen Rui'an, but it is far from his best work.Poetry to relieve sorrow is the most sincere and direct soul shout, but it is not the same as the full burst of strength in the moment of the strongest emotions; it is a roar and a vent, which is shocking enough, but cannot be more beautiful than what has been accumulated and transformed."Poetry in the Knife" is not a poem, but a roar from Wen. I guess that the Lord Li had roared from the soul every night in the Zhao family court, but he could not get a great masterpiece like "Yu Meiren".
The poet will eventually grow old and lose his keenness and slenderness. This is not because he becomes vulgar or unnoble, but because everything has its own time.The decline of life will move towards death, the decline of time will cause decay, and the decline of the poet's inspiration will make him lose his desire and power to create, so we must write as much as we can while we can write, and when the decline comes, we will not leave any regrets.As for the arrival of recession, it is an inevitability that cannot resist, such as the flow of the four seasons and the breathing of water, there is no need to be afraid or shy.Because when we can lift the pen, we have moved forward without any shame for the great creation given by generosity.
Monkey
Back cover soldier design: Kunwu Sword
The woman in the tent couldn't help laughing.
The four words "demon and ghost" are spoken by you, which is also very sarcastic!
As the saying goes, a hero cannot resist many people. She is not her own. There are as many servants as there are as many as eight. Although they are boys and girls on the outside, they can see that the four people holding the tent look lightly, and they know that it is difficult to meet.The strange man in black picked his sharp claws, his green eyes turned a few times, and suddenly he thought of something, and a strange voice sneered:
It is said that Sangmu Yin is the immovable among the seven mysteries. Like Jianmu from the East, she cannot easily interfere in the affairs of the world. She can only watch to extend her fortune and wait for the return of the Dragon Emperor.Since you claim to be Sangmuyin, shouldn’t you not know this rule?
The woman said in surprise: How do you know?
The stranger in black sneered.The woman in the tent was not angry, and said happily for a moment: If you don’t say it, I can guess it too.But your true identity has attracted me a lot. You have read all the rare classics of "The Book of Secrets". It is not an exaggeration to praise a saying that you have learned a great scholar, right?
"The Book of Secrets of the Secrets" is a history of the world. The author is unknown. Some people say that it is not written by one person and one time. The book is divided into two volumes. The first volume records all the affairs of the Jade Chi Dynasty. The material is rough and simple, and the trust is not as good as the official history, and the writing is not as gorgeous and vivid as the "Jade Chi Record".Various texts about the Emperor's Chronicle of the Scales have been written in a very large amount of time, with countless official and private writings. Even in this dynasty, there were still great scholars like Xiao Jianzhi who took materials from it and wrote the seventeen-volume "The Record of the East China Sea"; with the mediocrity of this half of the "Qianxiáng Treasure Book" being so mediocre and crude, it is really worthy of the word "Treasure Book".
What is rare and strange is its lower half.
The second half mainly records the evolution of the origin and flow of the various scattered clans after the destruction of the Jade Chi Dynasty, the most important of which is the part of the Tianyuan Dao Sect.The internal faction of Tianyuan Dao Sect is complex, which is the predecessor of Qixuan in the future. It is just that there is no such thing as Qixuan in the book, but there are records about mulberry wood yin, which shows that its origin has been long.
The second half of the "Qianxiáng Treasure Book" involves evil schools and has been listed as banned books throughout the ages, and the influence is within reach. Even the first half is only a very small number of hand-copied and broken copies are circulated, and there are very few people who have read it, let alone the second half.The two sentences that the strange man in black just said to extend his fortune and wait for the return of the Dragon Emperor to come from the slave of mulberry wood in the lower half of the treasure book.Since the woman in the tent comes from Sangmuyin, she naturally reads it well.
The strange guest in black knew that he had made a mistake and snorted coldly: You don’t have to care about it.Since you are from Sangmu Yin, the matter here has nothing to do with you, please!The woman said in a whisper: You are yours, I am tired of passing by. Can’t I rest here for a while?
Hearing such elegant and dignified beautiful female voices and saying such almost slutty words, Geng Zhao almost laughed if it weren't for the serious situation.The situation in front of me was really weird: the murderer in the shape of a wolf reads poetry and books, and he pointed out that others were evil sects. The noble lady who came out of the sea said she was passing by and taking a look... What's going on?
Suddenly, I heard the woman in the tent call him: Lord Dianwei, the sword technique you have used is very good!Where did you learn it?
Geng Zhao felt a little nervous, and her scalp became numb. She suddenly understood the strange guy in black: Why do she always ask questions that are inconvenient to answer? Should she say that they all have the point?I didn't dare to sell Lao Hu casually, and just said: It was taught by a friend.I have practiced randomly for a few days, but I don’t even count as good as a 10% chance, and I can’t say it’s famous.
No, your friend is quite famous, but you are wrong.The woman explained in detail:
This sword technique originated from Jiuwei Mountain, Qingqiu Kingdom in Nanling, and was derived from the Jishen sword technique, one of the three swords in the world.However, Ji Shenjian Sword is profound and has only been trained. Therefore, talented people have drawn the essence, changed the path of focusing on intention but not form, and transformed into this unpredictable sword technique...
Wait...wait!
Geng Zhao was confused. This Wushuang Quick Slash was obviously a martial art created by Lao Hu, so how could it be related to the Jishen Sword Technique, one of the three swords in the world?
You said this...is this the God-Ji Sword Technique?
no.It is another sword technique that was born out of the magical sword technique. In the past, the Nine-tail Flying Immortal Yin Zongtian spent twenty years in Jiuwei Mountain in Qingqiu Kingdom. Finally, he summed up the efforts of his predecessors and successfully created it. Only then did he lead his disciples to reenter the East China Sea and become the leading force of Qixuan.The woman smiled:
Although people deliberately changed and even omitted the appearance of the moves, the knife intention will not change.What you just used is indeed the Heavenly Fox Sword of the Fox Sect.
(Heaven...Heaven Fox Knife?)
Geng Zhao's chin was almost falling off.The mysterious woman in the tent did not allow him to ask again. A slender and tender trouser stretched out the gauze tent and gently waved him.Come here.Come into the tent.
Geng Zhao glanced at the weird guy in black, but heard the woman say: It doesn’t matter, come here quickly.He had to slowly approach the golden tent with his sword. The inspiration of the true energy of the Bihuo Qi spread out like a covert, and his eyes did not dare to leave the burly and ferocious human and wolf, for fear that he would suddenly attack.
It was strange that the strange guy in black still stood still, with wisps of smoke coming out of his body, and his blue eyes stared at Geng Zhao with malicious intentions, but he did not take advantage of the opportunity to attack.There are...and some are presumptuous.He crawled into the tent with a hatchet.The golden tent is bigger than any bed he has seen. It is not an exaggeration to say it is a small house. Unexpectedly, there is a big bed in the tent, which can accommodate seven or eight people lying together, covered with thick soft tapesty. I don’t know what was cushioned under the felt, and it sank slightly as soon as I pressed it, like pine cotton.
The comfortable soft felt was filled with pillows and mattresses, all of which were expensive treasures with rich gold, and were arranged like a concrete and tiny women's boudoir.
He just entered the tent, and the first thing he saw was a small buttock with a shiny white silk.This is the smallest butt he has ever seen in his life. It is probably slightly larger than a cantaloupe and smaller than the newly picked small jade watermelon in Hezhou in midsummer. The round and full thighs seem to have matured, not owned by the little girl who has not dried up.
The little peach's buttocks were not still, but twisted the equally incredibly small round waist and climbed forward. The skirt spread out into a fan shape on the soft couch, with two small soles facing the sky. The naked soles without shoes and socks were crisp red and tender, which was exactly the same as a little girl.
She climbed into the middle of the pillows and turned around and sat down, hugged her shoulders in a white fox fur, and hid her small peach buttocks in the pillows. She seemed to feel that this position was very comfortable, and she squinted her deep eyes slightly; her buttocks were as thick as a waterfall. Swish!It drooped down and turned out to be as white as satin, without a single black hair.
The girl - in Geng Zhao's eyes, she was only twelve or thirteen years old at most - had a face smaller than a slap, her fine porcelain skin was bloodless, and she looked like an extremely exquisite porcelain doll.
Get closer and don't stand there.
As soon as she spoke, Geng Zhao realized that she was not a girl, but the elegant female voice she had just dealt with.After a closer look, the beautiful face did not look like a girl, but a beautiful girl.If Xue Yanqing is enlarged by equal proportion, then she is shrinking by equal proportion. Although she has small buttocks, small hands and feet, and face, her figure is not an undeveloped girl, but has a mature and graceful curve.
It was precisely because she was too small and the golden tent was too big that she had just climbed to the veil and reached out to greet him, and wanted to climb back to the original place before Geng Zhao came in, which made him unexpectedly witness the surprisingly attractive peach buttocks.The woman patted the pile of pillows on her hand, and a slender and delicate body lay in the soft bedding. A light snoring came from her thick hair, which turned out to be snow.
She was so tired that I lit her sleepy pussy and brought it over.The woman said:
Now, you can always feel at ease.
Thank you... Thank you senior.Geng Zhao's thoughts were heard and knew that he would not dare to lack etiquette when he met a master.
The woman smiled, and the white fox fur stretched out from her slender fingertips like jade buds, pointing at the huge black shadow outside the lotus-colored gauze tent.
He is delaying time, can he see?Seeing that Geng Zhao was not surprised, he nodded with satisfaction and whispered:
"The Green Wolf's Art" dramatically changes the human skeletal tendons and veins in a short period of time and heals the injuries quickly. It seems magical, but in fact it has great flaws.There is a balance between heaven and earth, and there is no power obtained out of thin air; internal strength cannot make the injury worse in an instant, so he uses the essence of life. Even if he receives a large amount of flesh and blood, it is just food for Yin and Mao, and cannot be cultivated.
Geng Zhao heard from Miss Ming that this is not difficult to understand.
Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have encountered a very difficult opponent before. In order to protect himself, he used the evil skills of "The Green Wolf's Art" to subdue the opponent or use it to recover from his injuries.In order to make up for the loss of evil power, he ate the daughter of the farmer's family, and the continuous emergence of medicinal energy is a characteristic of digestion in his body.
...He didn't do his best just now?
I can't even think about it.The woman pointed outside the tent.Now, the medicinal energy gradually disappeared, indicating that the flesh and blood essence he swallowed was taken by him. "The Green Wolf's Art" was temporarily replenished, so he could use it with all his strength.
Please make clear to seniors.
If I fight head-on, I'm not sure to kill him.The woman rarely showed a deep-smile expression.Even though there are many bad things in the Green Wolf Art, it is difficult to hurt ordinary swords and heal quickly. These two points are extremely difficult, otherwise no one would be willing to practice them.If you use the strength of the Heavenly Fox Sword well, you can control him.As he said that, he glanced at him and smiled:
No moves will bother you very much, right?
Geng Zhao was stunned and nodded vigorously!Lao Hu's fight training allowed him to realize the ubiquitous intention of the sword: listen first with the ears and look first, and then his brain instructs him to take action, and he will never catch up with the changes in moves; in the duel between experts, the difference of one breath is often the key to victory or defeat.
However, the fact that there is no move or style makes it difficult for him to improve his actual application.Martial arts is an extremely sophisticated and complex science, and proficiency and reaction are very important, but they are not all martial arts. Otherwise, the reactions of monkeys, ferns and wools will be first-class. Wouldn't they all be masters of martial arts?
Wushuang Quick Slash opened a window for Geng Zhao's martial arts, but more materials are needed behind the window to show the scenery, and even open up mountains and flow, completing a marvelous scene of all kinds.Unfortunately, Lao Hu and him separated too early and had no time to fill this vacancy. If it weren't for the chance to learn the Ghost Hand of the Sakura and Mingzhexue, I'm afraid Geng Zhaoyu's outer gate would have limited access, and he could use the Bihuo God Art to subdue an ordinary skill. If he faced an enemy of Yue Chenfeng's level, he would inevitably be in danger.
After all, the tricks of the ghost hand are very different from the sword technique, and the part that can be borrowed is quite limited.Geng Zhao and Uncle Muji have developed a great feel when he was young, and he has the long and long magical skills of the Bihuo Divine Art and the first reaction. However, the tricks in his hands are not enough. When he is in the enemy, he is the Wushuang quick-slashing. He is like a chef who is born with a skilled craftsmanship. He is preparing to show off his skills, but he has no ingredients at hand. How can he cook good dishes?
The woman casually commented that she actually hit the nail on the head. Geng Zhao seemed to be exploring in the dark for a long time, and suddenly saw a bright lamp, holding her fists and bowing: Senior, teach me!
The woman nodded and said: Time is limited, so I only have time to learn three moves.The essence of the Heavenly Fox Sword lies in... Suddenly, a roar outside the tent, and a large stream of smoke suddenly popped out of the black-clad monster. The pungent smell of fishy medicine suddenly became heavier, and even the eight boys and girls outside the tent could not help but cover their noses.
This person is impatient!
The petite white-haired beauty, like a doll, frowned slightly, and suddenly stretched out her fingers, poking Geng Zhao's eyes coldly!This was so quick and incompatible. Geng Zhao had not had time to be surprised. His right arm instinctively moved his body and opened the small jade-like soft horn. The two of them had not yet touched their skin, and the woman shrank her hands silently, and she didn't even pull up a strand of wind, as if nothing had happened.
The person who teaches you may be of good intentions, but your personality is not suitable for practicing the Tianhu Knife.You can hide just now, and those with more cruel personality may also come first, using attack instead of defense, and you can get the lead... but you just blocked it.The woman sighed.The Tianhu Dao emphasizes the change of intelligence and the ethereality of nothingness. It is not suitable for you to use your mind between reality and reality.I originally wanted to teach you three steps to make the person unable to touch you. If time goes on, the defects of the Green Wolf Art will be dealt with.It doesn't seem appropriate now.
Geng Zhao suddenly realized.
The most terrifying thing about the black-clothed monster is the Green Wolf Art, which is hard to get into and cannot be injured, but what he fears the most is the Green Wolf Art.You only need to use agility to fight around the circle to avoid head-on confrontation. When the essence he has absorbed from raw meat is consumed, the black-clothed monster cannot leave, and the crisis in front of him will naturally be resolved.
I understand.Geng Zhao was quite confident in his speed and whispered:
Please let the younger generation deal with him and try not to be caught by his sharp claws.
The woman shook her head.What if he leaves you and turns to attack here, what will you do?
Geng Zhao was stunned when he heard this.Even if this mysterious white-haired woman is enough to protect herself, he cannot ignore the sleeping Xue Yanqing... But the woman laughed and said: That person is also a scheming person. It would be strange if he doesn't make good use of your temperament.Your temperament is more suitable to learn the magic sword technique, but you cannot learn the Tianhu sword.
She sighed and said lightly: That's good.I originally wanted to learn three moves, but now I just need to learn one move.He reached out to press Geng Zhao's right elbow bend.The bend of the elbow is one of the most fragile parts of the human body. Geng Zhao instinctively blocked her palms. This time the woman did not shrink her hand. The two of them tangled with one arms and exchanged a few moves as fast as lightning. Geng Zhao only felt that her skin was smooth and smooth, as if she had no body temperature. Her small palm was soft and soft, afraid that she would really hurt her, so she only used the move of brushing her hands to remove the strength.
Unexpectedly, after a few turns, she pushed her gently, and her slender little hand broke through the central palace and pressed it steadily on his chest.
Geng Zhao was sure that she had not used any internal force, and with Bai Fu's sticky essence, even Yue Chenfeng could not break through with one palm that day. The woman's technique was extremely clever, and it seemed like she was spinning backwards along the way of Bai Fu's hand. The force of each movement was extremely accurate. When you advance and she retreat, when you come and go, there was no gap.
Bai Fu's strength and defense posture were not only disassembled into pieces, but also packed by her little hands like a bag of grapes. However, there was a trace of extremely subtle barrier that could not produce power at all. Even she pressed her hand forward and gently and cleverly attached to the Danzhong point on her chest.This is definitely not that Bai Fu's hand is not clever enough, and it has nothing to do with the strength of martial arts. Just like the sharpest sword in the world, it cannot be cut off the scabbard tailor-made for yourself.
When the woman saw him showing a thoughtful expression, she nodded with satisfaction: You are from the famous Liu Cinema, which is very helpful for understanding this technique.What you just used was the white brush in the hands of the lyre ghost?This magical skill has been lost for a long time. If you can work hard for ten years, your achievements will be limitless.
(She... She even knows the Ghost Hand of the Lily!)
The woman saw all his surprise, smiled naughtyly, and pointed at the hatchet.The Wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw is not a good martial arts, it is much worse than your Bai Fu Hand.If you learn this trick, he will do nothing about you.He clamped his five fingers together and slashed his hands, but he used the sword technique.
Geng Zhao remembered well, and the woman's movements were not difficult. He looked and gestured, but he seemed to be like this, but he couldn't see how such a simple sword path could control the Wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw of the strange man in black.The woman took him to do it several times, and suddenly hooked up five white jade-like slender fingers and made a gesture to grab his chest.Geng Zhao was still scared of the fact that she had just penetrated into the central palace. Just as she was about to push it away, she suddenly heard the woman shouting:
Use a knife!Geng Zhao was shocked, and the hatchet was wiped left and right, watching her long and beautiful lines, slightly small and as small as a toy carving, passing through her sleeves, and crossing it with him. The rusty hatchet stopped at her neck, only about a fraction from her fair neck that was slightly exposed to her blue collar.
Geng Zhao was stunned.The sword technique taught by the woman seemed to be tailor-made for this claw, and it spun back against the claws, and it repeated the scene of the central palace rushing forward and entering a state of no one.
This...what is this knife technique?He couldn't help but murmur.
The Heart Skill is the silkworm and horse sword technique passed down by my mulberry wood yin, and the moves are temporarily pieced together according to the "Qinglang Jue" map, which is verified with the wolf and the soul claws he used just now.When you face an enemy, you must correct changes by yourself and cannot blindly stick to it.Suddenly I remembered something, and smiled with a small mouth:
This silkworm and horse sword technique also has no fixed routine. After the Heart Puncture, you can break one set of martial arts when you see it. Any attack method can tailor a sheath for it, and be honest and can't do anything to it.
Geng Zhao was extremely relieved. Although the woman did not directly tell the truth, just this point of view, he had already benefited a lot. He hurriedly put away the hatchet and bowed his head straight: Thank you for your advice.I haven’t asked my senior yet that my surname Gao is named after me. What do you call him honored?
The woman smiled and said: Just call me Ma Cannibal.The master of our mulberry and wood yin has been called this name in all dynasties.
There was another shocking roar outside the tent. The girl carrying a white lantern rushed to the tent and was blessed with half of her blessing: My wife, that guy seems to have recovered!Do I need to wait for action?The girl Geng Zhao had just met. She looked only ten years old, but she was quite old. If she blindfolded her eyes, she thought the old woman was talking.
Ma Cannibal waved his hand and said: Yuma, let’s retreat first.That person is not the opponent you can deal with.He turned to Geng Zhao and said: You are carrying the unique skills of the Bihuo Divine Art, and he is not as good as you in terms of strength.Don’t panic when facing an enemy. If you fight steadily, you will be able to win.
I will understand it.Geng Zhao was very convinced by her martial arts knowledge. No matter what she said, she was not surprised. She bowed with her fists, held her sword and lifted her tent.
In the yard, the strange man in black was picking his bone claws, and no longer had pungent smoke and medicine gas escaped from his body.His body seemed to shrink a little, and his bulging muscles were not as exaggerated as before. He looked even more energetic. When he saw Geng Zhao coming out, he sneered: You have missed the opportunity to beg for mercy.I will capture you first, and wait until all these Qixuan demons who are disrupting the situation are killed, and then slowly question Lei Wanlin's whereabouts.
Geng Zhao said in a deep voice: No matter whether you are asking about poetry or the whereabouts of the general puppet, I have nothing to tell you.
very good!The man smiled grimly: I hope that when you use torture, you will have such backbone!His body swayed slightly, and he pounced on Geng Zhao like a wolf, which was twice as fast as before!Geng Zhao had no time to use any sword technique, and was beaten to roll a few times. Finally, he was not pressed by his huge body. He took the opportunity to roll away, and then he got up and came back!
(So...so fast!)
The biggest advantage of wolf transformation is that it is extremely fast. Geng Zhao knew something was wrong, so he had a sudden inspiration and turned around and ran away.roar!The human and wolf roared wildly, and the deafening roar had not yet dissipated, and the wind of claws had reached the back of his head; Geng Zhao let him go sideways, and the strange guest in black threw down the entire bamboo fence with his claws.
The bamboo strips are thin and tough and difficult to break. In addition, there is a small vegetable garden here, with overturned bamboo fences, soft vegetable gardens, and scattered farm tools and debris, which greatly restricts the wolf's movements.It stepped on the fence and was deeply trapped in the mud. It was about to use its strength to shake the broken bamboo net stuck between its legs. Geng Zhao had already turned his defense and attacked, and rushed forward with a knife.
Looking for death?
The strange guy in black swung his claws, but the boy in front of him tangled like a loach swimming fish. The knife in his hand was also a scream of pain - a human and a wolf. A circle of hard hair was shattered on his furry thick arms, and blood like thick ink splattered out. Geng Zhao had already passed by him, and was naturally unscathed.
The black-clothed monster was in great pain and did not understand why the protective energy suddenly failed. The young man's blade cut was all about the weakness in this grab, as if the secret mechanism of magic was lifted up, and he specifically selected important places to destroy it, and the damage doubled.Since the completion of "The Green Wolf's Art", he has used living people to practice claws many times. He has studied it more thoroughly than Nie Mingtu. He is only due to his identity, and cannot challenge the masters openly and think about practical applications.
I thought that Lei Fenkai's old hooligan was seriously injured and should be able to capture him easily, but unexpectedly, the iron palm sweeps Liuhe is extremely powerful. Lei Fenkai's guy was scheming and skillful, deliberately showing weakness. As soon as he fought, he was hit by the plot of Liuhe's Iron Palm. If he did not use the Green Wolf Art to heal the injured internal organs and sternum, he would be afraid that he would die in the house.
In order to exclaim, he tortured him severely. Lei Fenkai was very angry. The strange man in black understood that he could not speak from him. Soon Geng Zhao came to the farmhouse and deliberately let him in. Who knew... it was so hateful!
roar--!The man and wolf roared to the sky, and a large tumour of medicine smoke rushed out of their arms, and the knife wound was quickly repaired.
Geng Zhao first tried the silkworm and horse sword technique to make the sound, and was both surprised and happy. He remembered the instructions of the silkworm girl and fought around the strange guest in black. He did not avoid any claws, but directly used the silkworm and horse sword as the sheath, which made the wolf claws useless.
However, after all, the wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw is the famous martial arts of the wolf head, and it is also varied. Not every move can break the gap smoothly like the first strike.One of them was crazy about the claws, and the other was in circles and they both eliminated and beaten. Geng Zhao still had more defense and less attack. Due to his exhaustion, the black-clothed monster's cultivation was far higher than his, which was an incredible and astonishing result.
After dozens of rounds of fight, the black-clothed monster's body was wrapped in wisps of medicine cigarettes again. I knew that it would be extremely unfavorable to continue like this. One move, the wolf and hornet venom was easily transformed by Geng Zhao. The shocking power was like a blow to the sky, and suddenly I understood:
His sword technique is unique in defeating the Wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw!Although he was not clear about it, he was not a stubborn person. He acted as a wolf and a venomous hornet. When the hatchet hit him, he suddenly grasped the blade and drew a circle and pushed it out in a flat manner. He hit his chest and beat Geng Zhao backwards. He fell into the golden tent, and sprayed blood on the lotus gauze.
Ma Cannibal frowned slightly, leaned forward and grabbed his wrist, dragged it to the pillow, and tapped several large acupoints. The slightly translucent little jade palm patted his shoulder, and a familiar soft and harmonious force penetrated into his body, protecting his heart.Geng Zhao felt a warm feeling between her navel, and her whole body felt as if she was soaked in warm water. What was strange was that the protective true energy of the Bihuo Divine Art did not resist the power she sent, as if she had already gotten used to it.
Previous...sen...his spiritual consciousness gradually became blurred, and he still struggled to speak:
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The shouts and shouts outside the tent rose and fell, and the strange guy in black fought with the three girls holding the red palace lanterns. The three of them were no less skilled than the top-notch masters in the world, and the sound of shouting was also old, not like a young girl at all. After a few sounds of cracking silk, the three girls were each injured by sharp claws.The girl called Yuma waved her sleeves and said in a deep voice:
Poor boy, protect the silkworm mother!The four boys carrying the tent shouted and jumped forward together.
Retreat!Ma Cannibal scolded lightly: Don’t cause casualties!Everyone regarded her as a god, and they stopped hearing the sound and did not dare to move.The weird guy in black swish!Flying into the account, he grabbed Ma Si Niang's mother and raised it in front of him. The two had a huge difference in appearance. He pinched her slender waist with one palm. He could hardly hold her thumb and two claws together, and he couldn't help but be amazed:
You toy doll, have made so many tricks!
Who knew that Ma Cannibal was completely fearful and shook his head with compassion and sighed: Are you revealing your feelings?In the world, there are only a few people who can reach such a state without moving their hearts.Your palm is like writing a famous surname, but why does it cover your face?His little hand raised slightly and easily took off his cover.
The strange guest in black covered his face in shock, then his eyes were fierce again, with bloody fangs, and grinned and said with grin: If you look at someone's secrets, don't complain if you die!He used his strength in his palm, and was about to pinch the surprisingly small white-haired woman to death. No matter how he closed his fingers, he seemed to have pinched a piece of emery. He had pinched to the point where his whole body was trembling slightly and his forehead was sweating. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was the power of a tiger. Ma Cannibal's small waist was still motionless, and his big eyes were still blinking at him, with an unfathomable smile.
She only stretched out a finger like a core and pressed his desperately hard tiger's mouth.
If I hadn't made a vow and would not interfere in the martial arts world, you would be dead today.The little girl said softly: But the ancestors of this sect never expected that this vow would protect a hypocrite.The fingertips slowly moved upwards, and with a bang, the black-clothed monster's wrist bone had been pulled off, and medicine was constantly coming out.She didn't know what method she used to condense the grip force he applied at the point under her fingertips and could move it backwards. Strictly speaking, the black-clothed monster's wrist joint was twisted off by her own force.
Ma Cannibal's fingertips continued to move upwards, and for a moment it was a bang again!With a crisp sound, the elbow gate was also shaken off by the backward force.
You are well-read, very knowledgeable, and scheming. I can't deceive you.Due to the oath, I cannot do anything that may change the martial arts world, including exposing your true face; I cannot take action unless my life is threatened.This is the biggest mistake you made today.
The fingertips slid across the human and wolf's shoulders, and the shoulder joints were dislocated.His whole arm was soft and drooping, and his huge body fell on the soft couch. Ma Cannabi's wife stood in front of him, and was half a head shorter than him. She tiptoed and stretched her arms straight, and continued to move upwards with her fingertips.The clavicle also broke and collapsed.
The strange man in black was sweating like rain, and his whole body was trembling.He had been thirty years and had never relived this indescribable despair and fear. The petite and delicate girl like a porcelain doll seemed to be the most beautiful embodiment of the King of Hell, and her life-seeking young fingertips were all the way to her throat.
The throat cartilage is different from the shoulder and wrist joints. Once it explodes, it will affect the carotid artery, which is no different from beheading the head. Even the repairing ability of the Qinglang Art may not be too late to save it.The girl's fingertips slid from her collarbone to her sternum, and the surface of the skin where she passed was constantly bulging, making a crackling sound like fried beans, and the bones under her skin were rotten like crumbs.
The torture he exerted on Lei Fenkai was far less than that.The strange guy in black gritted his teeth and trembled. Under the powerful physical repair ability of the Green Wolf Art, he couldn't even faint.
She sighed.It's a pity that I can't kill.In order to prevent those who inherit the power of Silkworm Niang from forgetting their mission, there are so many rules, right?There are many restrictions when people live in the world, and they cannot be as good as you want.
You remember it.The girl stood on tiptoe and approached his ears, intimately instructing:
If you touch a hair of this young man surnamed Geng, I will not violate my oath if I kill you. Do you understand?He vomited his fingers quickly, and the huge beast body in front of him flew out loud, and it was not until it was two feet away that it fell to the ground and broke out into a big pit.
After the black-clothed monster landed on the ground, the restriction that he could not move and spoke was still unreleased. His body bounced up and down from the pit, and then bounced up and fell. He rolled a few times in a row before he could recover his freedom. The smoke-like mist surged out with the wind, and most of the broken collarbone and left arm had been restored.
This woman... this woman's martial arts is definitely not inferior to the sword emperor and hidden saints of the past, but is... the level of the three talents and five peaks!
Without turning his head, he stood up and fled deep into the forest, using all his strength.Like Nie Mingtu, who was in the Fenghuo Lianwu, the black-clothed monster made a choice to be laughed at. He seemed cowardly and despicable, but only those who had seen the Shura Hell with their own eyes and survived understood that living is the greatest success!Only by surviving can you wash away shame and gain more.
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In the dream, Geng Zhao continued to fight with the huge man and wolf in a broken black robe, using the sword technique taught by Ma Si Niang.The black-clothed monster in the dream did not become ten feet tall or three heads and six arms, and even combined with Nie Mingtu in Lianjue Temple. The power of the wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw is more real and more powerful - this is a perfect wolf tempered from the battle experience of two cultivation geniuses. Even if Nie Mingtu and the black-clothed monster encounter it, they will have a headache for a long time.
Since accepting the reconstruction of the Dao of Snatching the Body, Geng Zhao's mind was like a memory palace, and all memories were listed. Only a little trick and practice could be used to call out memory inquiries from it.But Geng Zhao had not received this training. For the Qigongmen, he knew nothing about the introductory memory method to train his mind, and he didn't even know that he should exercise this ability. He could only occasionally use dreams to achieve this magical effect of silently reciting his appearance.
Through the battle in the dream, he gradually discovered what the problem was.
Ma Cannibal was right. The focus of Silkworm Sword Technique is on the Heart Skill. Those few moves are just made up temporarily. The more time you spend thinking about it, the stronger the power, the more it will be. Otherwise, it will be rougher and more sparse - but this is only limited to the wolf-wind soul claws that Ma Cannibal had expected in his heart.
If the black-clothed monster uses a self-created claw technique, these sword paths will inevitably be greatly reduced, and the black-clothed monster wins with this method.
Unconsciously, Geng Zhao's simulated combat object kept repeating the palm that he finally defeated himself. The palm technique was far from the martial arts of the wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw. Geng Zhao had to constantly modify the knife style, so that the hazy feeling he got from the brief guidance of Ma Cannibal could be used to exert the powerful power of the wolf Huang Chi Soul Claw.
After thousands of times of fighting against the enemy, he fought the palm to the point where he could use it himself. The modified sword technique was already very different from that taught by Ma Canniang. The two were almost unrelated, and there was only a trace of vague, ethereal, and specious mental technique.
It was hard to figure out how many times it was defeated. Geng Zhao changed his sword path again. Seeing that the strange man in black held the hatchet, he drew a circle to hit him with his left palm. He suddenly released the hilt, pointed his right hand and used a knife, wiping the left and right, wrapping around the strange man in black, turning straight into the arm, and slashing the edge of his palm heavily on the side of his neck-
Success!
With a loud bang, Geng Zhaogu drank a few sips of water and quickly reached out to find something to support him. Finally, he came out of the water and found that the hand was holding a slippery stone railing, and he was actually immersed in a stone pond.The water in the pond was very hot, and large pieces of hot smoke were steamed. The surrounding scenery was not clear, but the stars in the fields were hanging, so they were undoubtedly outdoors.
The only hot spring that Geng Zhao has ever seen in his life is the Xianglingbo at Liu Cinema, and he has never seen a real hot spring pool. The other end of the pool is blocked by steaming mist, making it difficult to judge the size of the bath. The edge of the pool is made of precious white marble, and the pool is covered with smooth stone slabs, with extremely thin joints, which shows its exquisiteness.
The hot spring pool is surrounded by trees, which are used as retaining walls, and are also arranged in stone lanterns, stone chairs, sheds, etc., which is similar to the garden of a wealthy family.Near Gengzhao, there are two hollow stone lanterns carved into the shape of a crane, with windproof glass lamps inside, reflecting a faint yellowish color.
Not far away, a slender girl with naked jade-like snow-moist feet was soaked in the hot spring, with her long snow-white hair tied up in a bunch of fox tails on her chest, and her end was tied up with golden rings to avoid being soaked by the spring water. She was Ma Silkworm, the owner of Sangmuyin.
Wake up?She giggled and kicked the water gently.Sure enough, you slept all day and couldn't wake up. As soon as my stinky feet were soaked in the water, they woke you up.
She said this without reason.Not to mention that the hot springs have a pungent scent of sulfur, they can't smell any smell once they enter it. The faint fragrance in the golden tent is thin and fragrant. She crawled around in it with her bare feet, how could she smell her feet?It's like a pair of incense feet.
Geng Zhao dared to joke with baby Jin'er like this, but he did not dare to be arrogant in front of the senior master. He forced himself to laugh: Former... Senior was joking.Ma Cannibal smiled and didn't look at him, and suddenly said: No matter what age a woman is, she always doesn't want to grow old.I don’t like to listen to the word “Senior”, just call me Silkworm mother, the people in my family also call it that way.
yes.Geng Zhao remembered the strange guy in black and hesitated: The person who used the wolf wild Chi soul claw last night...
I'll send him away.Ma Cannibal said it lightly, as if he was unwilling to talk more.I don't know where to take you. I heard you crying out "The Son of the Boss, Secrets, etc., so I took you here.Lei Fenkai and that farmhouse, I have already buried it, so you don’t have to worry.
Geng Zhao was grateful for her carefulness, but she was confused: Lei Fenkai only said a few words to him, but she didn't know if it was a place name, so why did she know she was coming here?He did not believe in Ma Cannibal, but was entrusted by others and dared not let him down easily. He asked cautiously:
What is this place...?How did you... know you were coming here?
I was nearby when you fought with the man in black, and I heard everything you said.Ma Cannibal didn't care, so he swung his feet mischievously to draw water, and said in a wild voice: He recited a five-character poem, which contained hidden words, but a riddle.
Geng Zhao didn't read much, and he was confused at that time, so how could he remember any poems?But I heard the silkworm say happily: Why is there no one in the Gangling?The weeds grow on the well, and the Dai Yuezong's eyes are filled with empty feelings.The poem says: Like a mountain, like a hill, like a hill, like a tomb.The two characters "Gangling" are called "Fu"; the character "He" is removed from the edge of "H" and only one can be left.The left and right are...
Geng Zhao wrote it in his heart and immediately realized: Yes!
That's right.The silkworm covered his mouth and smiled, and continued: The surround on the well is a railing; add a grass veil on it, which is the word orchid.The common part of the two words Dai and Yue is the same as the word Shan, so the first three sentences refer to Alan Mountain.
We are on Mount Alan?Geng Zhao couldn't help looking around.Is there such a place in Alan Mountain?
I searched for a long time before I found such a suitable place for healing.Silkworm kicked the water with a smile.Your injury is not a big deal. Xue Yanqing's girl is so serious. She has suffered a little cold again. It is also a symptom of bathing in the hot spring. Among the nanny I brought, three of them were injured by the claws of the wolf Huang Chi. The hot spring also relieves cold poison and disperses stasis. No matter how you think about it, it is suitable here.
What about the fourth sentence?Geng Zhao became curious.
No other meaning.Literally speaking, it can be interpreted as I am writing this poem while missing our old friendship.In my opinion, this is a poem about the date. Because it is inconvenient to let people know, the place of the date is hidden in the riddle. The last sentence is to hope that the other party will come to see each other with an old love.She smiled faintly and shook her head and said:
Although the heroes in the world don’t have much ink in their stomachs, writing such a hidden poem that is almost a game is a bit too young.I don't believe there is any secret hidden here.
Gengzhao remembered the Liangding who was hiding in the prayer hall of Lianjue Temple that day. He had heard Lei Menhe have a secret conversation with Xianyi, and mentioned that the old man asked me to seize power, and only Lei Fenkai, the old gangster knew his whereabouts. Obviously, what he was talking about was the matter of Lei Wanlin.They searched for various parts of Alan Mountain and wanted to find a place called Wanmei'an. I believe Lei Wanlin was hiding there. I think the clue of Alan Mountain is a riddle from the poem.
But what Lei Fenkai told him had nothing to do with Wanmei'an or even Alanshan.No matter who is looking for a boss, they are all outrageously wrong.
I can't tell you how to know about Ma Cannibal. He calmed down and turned the topic away: I've been on Alan Mountain for a while, and I never knew there was a place like this.The Empress is stationed in Alan Mountain, surrounded by the mountains, all of which are from the General's Mansion in Zhendong or the Jinwu Guard. Strictly speaking, they are all their own camps, so Geng Zhao felt a little relieved.But for Xue Yanqing, this is a big problem.
Sangmuyin is also one of the seven mysteries. Although the seven mysteries may not be the same as the same energy, they are closer to the seven major sects and the General Zhendong Mansion.Ma Canniang brought the seriously injured Lord Tianluoxiang into the sphere of influence of the opposition camp with Geng Zhao. The motive is really worthy of intrigue.
The silkworm seemed innocent and smiled and said: Is that right?I think it's pretty good here, and there's a hot spring.The water surface was silent for a moment with the smoke-torn water, and said leisurely: Geng Dianwei, is your magical skill obtained by practicing both the Bihuo?
Geng Zhao's face turned red. If it weren't for the hot spring water, he would have wanted to bury his head.Yes...yes.
The silkworm didn't have to turn his head, and he knew that he must be very embarrassed. Wen Yan smiled and said: Dual cultivation is one of the Taoist Dharmas, and it's nothing.I have seen several remaining pages of "Huobi Danjue", but I never thought that it could be done by using the method of dual cultivation. Those who come up with this method are really rare geniuses.Did you come up with it?
No...No.
Ah, that must have been thought of by the woman, that's great.The silkworm's eyes lit up and said for a moment: Although your injuries are not as good as Xue Yanqing, you are not able to heal by yourself by soaking in a hot spring or leaving them alone.The fastest way is to use your dual-cultural partner to heal your wounds, and the faster the better, so as not to leave any harm.Where is the woman who practiced dual cultivation with you?
It would be great if I knew where Miss Ming was, and I didn’t have to worry so much.Geng Zhao's expression turned dark and she shook her head.She was not by my side and didn't know where to look for it for a while.We haven't seen each other for a long time, so we're worried.
A disappointed look appeared and disappeared.Since this is the second best, finding a strong woman with good roots and bones, and using the method of dual cultivation is not as good as a Taoist couple, it is a strategy.
Geng Zhao blushed and her ears were hot. She couldn't help but glance at her secretly. The silkworm mother was putting one of her legs away from the water. Her extremely slender jade white calves looked like a crane's neck. The proportion was extremely perfect, and it was difficult to increase or decrease in half.
He was distracted and suddenly had a whim: Silkworm's mother stood up slightly lower than his chest, and was about the same length as a ten-year-old girl, but she was not a girl's figure, but her whole body shrank to such a height, her face was much smaller than a slap, and she was so delicate that it was indescribable... How small should such a small person be?I'm afraid that a index finger will be full. If I get married with her, how can the dragon pestle be inserted?
When the rage dragon thought of this, he quickly became hard. He suddenly felt that his lower body was unrestrained. He could feel that his body had drawn a half-arc in the hot water and pointed at the water surface with high ambient points.
--I'm not wearing any clothes!
Actually, this is not difficult to understand.Who would take a hot spring bath in good clothes?
He quickly sat at the bottom of the pool, covered the giant object facing the sky in the water with both hands, and stuttered: Late... I deserve to die!I don’t know that I have not had any inch of my body, and I’m slandering the senior... The silkworm giggled and said: I know Ah!I let you go, how could you not know that you were not wearing any clothes?From beginning to end, I didn't even look at you.He patted his hands and stood up with his skirt. His two straight slender legs were whiter than bone porcelain. The elasticity that rolled down the water droplets all the way was even more tempting to bite.
OK, I'll look at Xue Yatou, you have to heal your wounds well.I'll see you tomorrow.With a prank-like smile, she twisted the round buttocks like a little melon, and walked out of the yellow dizzy of the stone lantern, leaving only the embarrassing Geng Zhao.
It's really... I was teased hard!Geng Zhao felt that he was just a big donkey egg when he was thinking about others.Just as I was about to regulate my breathing and exercise my skills at the bottom of the water, I suddenly heard the crowds of people across the pond, and a ball of yellow light broke through the lingering hot spring mist, reflecting several shaking figures.
(Someone!)
He instinctively touched the poolside and found that there was no clothes. He couldn't help but complain. He was about to risk climbing up to Chiyuan to find a place to hide when Huang Guang suddenly stopped and the people who broke in were all staying at the other end of the pool.According to the speed of sound transmission, the two ends of the hot spring pool are at least three meters away, and the lights cannot illuminate the hot spring mist, so no one has found him.
A low and powerful voice said: Your Highness Princess, the villain has hired local natives as guides and sent people to search along the river, but when we come north this time, we have limited guards to carry. We should protect Your Highness as the key, and we dare not...
Bang!With a crisp sound, the man bit his hands tightly and let out a painful hum. It seemed that the slap was powerful and even a big man could not stand it.Then Your Highness said angrily: Don’t dare to do anything?Then do you dare to die?Useless waste!Find them all for me!After a while, I took the knife and inspected. When I saw someone who was still in the house, I cut his head with a knife!The man agreed and the halo of the lantern was immediately reduced by half.
Since the queen is here, it is not unimaginable that there are several princesses nearby.But this princess is so fierce that she often wants to hold a knife to cut people. She is obviously not a good man and a trustworthy woman.The more Geng Zhao heard it, the more he became, the more he was wrong. He thought to himself: It’s strange, why is this person’s voice so familiar?I don’t know any princess!
Just as he was suspicious, he suddenly heard a rustling sound, and then a splash of water splashed everywhere. It was probably the princess who took off her clothes and slid into the pool. She saw a shadow like fertile snow in the hazy white mist. The princess's skin was even whiter than the white mist.
She let out a ummy moan, as if she felt comfortable. Geng Zhao felt that the moan was more familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it.The princess was still angry, and soon she thought the maid was annoying and said angrily: Get out of here!There is no one around this pool!Did I hear each one killing each one?The maids rushed out like they were running for their lives, and only the dim halo of stone lanterns remained by the pond.
Geng Zhao did not dare to make a sound, so he restrained his breath and pricked up his ears and listened carefully.
The princess lay on the pond and was soaked in water for a while. After talking to herself: None of these people are useful, a group of waste!After midnight, let the children go and search.After a moment of being stunned, he murmured again: Little monk, don’t die.Even if you die, you can't escape from my palm. Look at me, I will take the Ghost Order to lift you up from the underworld!Paint the water with one hand:
Come up, come up!Who dares not listen to my orders, ghosts in the world?Come up... I shouted a few times, probably because I was tired, so I buried my face between my arms, leaned over my snow buttocks and rested by the pool.Geng Zhao got into the water and swam slowly. There was no light in the water, and she could only see hazy shadows, but her skin was too white, and the snow was particularly clear in the water. Geng Zhao swam ten feet behind her and slowly emerged under the projection until the end of her nose was exposed.
The water mist of the hot spring is still thick, but when the distance is closer, the princess looks can be roughly seen: two big white butts like round mounds are bulging on the water surface, and the buttocks with water droplets are white and dazzling, almost whiter than the top white silk satin, so that the small anus exposed on the water surface is pink and orange, as if another layer of pearl powder is applied to the red and tender skin.
This butt is not only white and slim, but also has an amazing size. Its round thighs are also very tempting.The princess's shoulders were very wide and her naked back was smooth. The most eye-catching thing was her flame-like golden red hair, with the ends of her hair floating on the water surface to form a half circle, as if even the water was about to burn.
--It's her!
Red-haired and snow-skinned, broad shoulders and plump buttocks... These graceful physical characteristics can only belong to one woman.
Geng Zhao has no doubts anymore, rush!Standing up from the water, the erect and ferocious angry dragon looked up at the woman who turned around in surprise, looked down at her from a high voice, shouting in a deep voice: mèi!
Postscript to commemorate the martial arts factors in my life
Although the dream of a literati and a knight for generations, I think the martial arts mother in everyone's heart is not the same.Let’s talk about my martial arts lineage today.
Before junior high school, I only read an old version of the "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" comic in Taiwan. The style is similar to that of the veteran cartoonist Chen Haihong who painted "The Little Tornado", but it was not painted by Teacher Chen.According to my childhood impression, the styles of the two books are quite different.
At that time, there were only a few episodes of restaurant gambling skills, iron spear and nine-fingered beggars. The first one was a gambling battle between the seven monsters in Jiangnan and Qiu Chuji, and the second one was a wonderful process of Guo Jing and Huang Rong in order to treat Wang Chuyi and crossing the Sixth Prince's Mansion to get medicine.Some readers said that I was good at writing group battles, and maybe this book was the result of subtle influence.What’s amazing is that these wonderful and incoherent comics were only in elementary school at that time, but I could understand them even when I was only in elementary school. I would do it very well if I skipped the cause and effect of the jump in the middle. For example, Ouyang Ke is a bad guy, Santou Jiao Tonghai is a fool, and Yang Kang is a bastard, etc. I know very well without saying that…
After reading most of Jin Yong in high school, I only kept "The Deer and the Cauldron" to the college years. I still don't admit that this is martial arts book, and it may be more appropriate to say that it is anti-martial arts.While looking at Jin Yong, I also quickly watched Gu Long. Unfortunately, Gu Long's dragon's head and snake tail were difficult to explain to high school students. His greatest inspiration for me was probably that boys on the righteous side could go to bed with others everywhere with justification. I must also admit that the descriptions of smooth and slender thighs have an extremely deep impact on me...
Gu Long is the kind of genius who bursts out between the lines. No matter how playful I want to use, I can't do it.However, after covering up "The Legend of the Flag", I was extremely disappointed and couldn't help but start to think about the meaning behind it.If we had not died young, but had the opportunity to go back and revise our works like Jin Yong, we would have received such a rich collection of ancient dragons!Tianhui combines hard work, practices ingenious creativity, and the years wash away life... Imagination alone makes people tremble, but this will never happen.The current complete works of Gu Long cannot be said to be incomplete or imperfect. Perhaps, this is its inevitable appearance.
The great regret that Gu Long gave me made me re-examine the importance of the word "rigorous".For the author, the work only exists in the present.We have to give our all with each move.Instead of hoping for opportunities in the future, each revision must be regarded as re-creation, and is an independent creative experience, not a vassal of creation.
In fact, it is the example of the more you practice, the more you go back to the past.Jin Yong's third-class version is an unshakable classic, but unfortunately, the fourth-class version failed completely.Perhaps this can become another new milestone in the late holidays?I have no idea.
While giving up Gu Long in high school, I became fascinated by Wen Rui'an, and his poetic language had a profound impact on me.At that time, "The War Monk and He Ping" serialized in the United Daily News, I neatly cut it with an iron ruler blade every day. If it is accidentally cut, I will go to the grocery store to buy another copy of the re-cut. Until one day the newspaper was sold out early and I couldn't stand most of the scrapbooks, I stopped my first star-chasing activity in my life.
Actually, I don’t like the story of "The War Monk and He Ping" at all. I only remember the story of the heroine Lin Wanxiao being raped by the white-clothed hero Long Xiyang. As for how she later pretended to be despicable and the He family avenged her, she did not leave me a deep impression on me.This woman is not well described, and Wen Ruian is actually too good at describing vivid and brilliant women.
To this day, I still insist that Wen Rui's short story is better than a long story, "Kill You, OK?"》The collection of short martial arts stories is the highest masterpiece of Wen's martial arts that I have recognized, and is even better than the long novel "Poems in the Knife" that nakedly describes the ugliness of human nature."The Knife" is considered to be a painful work by Wen Rui'an to reflect his unjust imprisonment, but I just think this book is too close to the author's anger, and it is distorted from the idea to the brushwork. It is a rare text used to study Wen Rui'an, but it is far from his best work.Poetry to relieve sorrow is the most sincere and direct soul shout, but it is not the same as the full burst of strength in the moment of the strongest emotions; it is a roar and a vent, which is shocking enough, but cannot be more beautiful than what has been accumulated and transformed."Poetry in the Knife" is not a poem, but a roar from Wen. I guess that the Lord Li had roared from the soul every night in the Zhao family court, but he could not get a great masterpiece like "Yu Meiren".
The poet will eventually grow old and lose his keenness and slenderness. This is not because he becomes vulgar or unnoble, but because everything has its own time.The decline of life will move towards death, the decline of time will cause decay, and the decline of the poet's inspiration will make him lose his desire and power to create, so we must write as much as we can while we can write, and when the decline comes, we will not leave any regrets.As for the arrival of recession, it is an inevitability that cannot resist, such as the flow of the four seasons and the breathing of water, there is no need to be afraid or shy.Because when we can lift the pen, we have moved forward without any shame for the great creation given by generosity.
Monkey
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