The visitor is the real ruler of Tianluoxiang and the great elder who assisted the three generations of sect leaders. He is known as the Diantianxing Dian
The hunting clouds of the sacred horses.Although Geng Zhao had never seen Grandma Qian's face, when he first met Mingzhanxue, he had heard her voice through the brick wall of the waste well. When he heard it again, he could tell Grandma Qian's identity without much effort, which further confirmed his guess.
The mysterious guest who secretly monitored Ying Youyu and other envoys had no malicious intentions towards them. Otherwise, with the carelessness of these girls, they would paralyze Tianluo Xiang from the inside, but they would just go in the palm of their hands.After figuring this out, Geng Zhao's ideas suddenly developed:
Who would be worried about these girls and would not give up if they had to take proper control behind the scenes?Even if the person who peeps at me is not a big shot, he must be a spy sent by my grandma; if he wants to join in with my grandma, he must be on this person.
Feng Shouyun narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was looking at the boy in front of him, and then said for a moment: You are looking for me, just wanting to go out, right?Geng Zhao had thought of several sets of comments in advance, but he didn't expect that she would go straight to the point and had no drafts to use, so he nodded.
That's right.Please let the elders be happy
reason.Feng Shouyun raised a tiny palm, and the lights reflected the fingertips pale and slightly transparent, like thin paper.
Let you go, there must be a reason, right?Could it be that you think that my Tianluo fragrance is like a temple fair and a market, and you can come and go when you are excited?Although his tone was light, he had no frivolous and ironic feeling, and he was unexpectedly serious.Geng Zhao is not unfamiliar with such a serious tone and expression. Although the old woman in front of her is not similar to Xue Yanqing, she can even go against her, but her words are surprisingly similar. She is almost the same as her mother and daughter who have been dependent on each other for many years. When facing each other separately, people always remind people of another person who is not here.
(It should be Xue Yanqing like grandma?)
The so-called "those who are close to red and those who are close to ink" are black. This is probably the case, Geng Zhao thought.It seems that Xue Yanqing's integrity and distinct grudges are also due to her grandma's careful training.
The reason why Grandma Chen wants to let go is that it means that there is no possibility of letting someone out of the valley, and there is no need to waste time at all.Geng Zhaoqiang suppressed his heart and thought about what to trade with her. After a moment, he clasped his fists and responded carefully:
Junior Geng Zhao.
Feng Shouyun smiled. It seems that your name should be quite substantial and sufficient to exchange your freedom. Unfortunately it means nothing to me. He leaned on his crutch lightly, making a crisp sound of knocking, taking a step towards him.
Her feet are very small, and the silk shoes that stick out the skirt are like lotus petals. They are beautiful in shape and do not match the hand and face with deep tails of the fish. They are unexpectedly full of elegant and charming charm, but not frivolous. The yellow silk on the shoes shows a golden red color under the lamp, adding a subtle and mysterious atmosphere. You can imagine that when she was young, she must be a stunning beauty with grace and outstanding temperament.
When grandma moved, it seemed as if the shadows shining outside were moving. She stepped down and the black shadows were formed in a hidden shape.Even though Geng Zhao's true energy is weak and his congenital slowness induction is known to be a sign of cohesion and is hurriedly added: I will serve under the tent of General Zhendong!
Feng Shouyun's eyebrows and eyes moved and said indifferently: Then I can't let you go, right?The silk skirt turned over the lotus tip and stepped on the ground, and took another step forward. The whole body was covered with dark silk, like strands of cut black silk, gradually wrapping around the hand holding a stick.Geng Zhao finally confirmed that Xue Yanqing was not here, otherwise Feng Shouyun should have known his name; and Xue Yanqing confessed to the deposed post and attacking the general was not instructed by Grandma Qian. Based on her current hostility towards General Zhendong, she already knew about this and said in a deep voice:
It seems that the younger generation had to exchange the whereabouts of the Snow Sect Master.What do you think, seniors?
cunning.It’s easy to just talk about it, it’s easy to get a bid!Having said that, Feng Shouyun finally stopped and the black air around him converged.She glanced at Geng Zhao and said calmly: My door leader is in Murong Rou's hands?
Geng Zhao shook his head.No, the place where the juniors arranged for the sect leader to live temporarily was very safe, and the general did not know.Feng Shouyun nodded: Have you had a second thought, or are you waiting for a price?It seems too unprofitable to hide people through hardships, but it is used to exchange for the freedom you already have.
Geng Zhao still shook her head.I have no tact on my business, and this is not a transaction.I met the sect leader in danger. I saved her once, and she saved me once. If I handed her over to the general, it would be too unfaithful.Besides, although the Sect is listed in the Seven Mysteries, the sect leader is a rare light in the world. Even if the younger generation is not talented, they want to make friends with her.
Let me briefly talk about what the blood river encounters.In order to avoid leaking the Silkworm Girl, I just said that the two of them buried their golden armor and went downstream to hide.
Feng Shouyun was not interrupted. After listening quietly, he seemed to be wondering what flaws there were in his story.
...It was a surprise for me to break into the Cold Lu Valley, and it was not intentional. Please give me some advice. Geng Zhao couldn't wait for a response, so he had to break the silence first. If the seniors still have doubts, it is better to propose that what the juniors know will be explained one by one.
No need.Feng Shouyun said calmly: I want to know a lot, like the place where the armor is buried, like the whereabouts of my sect leader; like how your yang energy is so prosperous, why does the Tianluo Caixin Art in this sect not work for you... There are so many things that can be done without a few words.Fortunately, the future is long, so please ask slowly. If you explain honestly, you will suffer less bits and pieces.
Geng Zhao felt a stern, and then she realized that she had fallen into the opponent's delaying plan. Feng Shouyun didn't want to talk to him from beginning to end. All she wanted was delay.Geng Zhao was shocked to realize his blind spot: his daughter always looks like a mother. Perhaps it was right. Xue Yanqing's openness and straightforwardness made him hold his wrong expectations, thinking that he could be open and honest with the person who raised Xue Yanqing, forgot that he was as cunning as Yu Xiaoe and as cruel as Meng Tingshu. He also came from the training of this old woman in China, and even regarded herself as her successor.
Maybe Xue Yanqing is the most incompatible and unique exception in this cold valley!
The question is: What did she want to avoid when Feng Shouyun, who was determined to procrastinate?What are you waiting for?
(Shad Grandma's breathing sound...internal injury!)
Geng Zhao's thoughts were heard: Xue Yanqing, who could not lie, told him personally that his grandmother had suffered a great internal ingenuity; the Ming girl fought against Qushu in Lianjue Temple, and almost destroyed Tianluoxiang's backbone with her own strength, making the grandmother unable to take matters. Xue Yanqing was incited by Mr. Gui and made the wrong judgment of sniping general... At this time, the grandmother was afraid that even standing and speaking was approaching her limit.What she wanted to avoid was to fight him!
The thought fell, and Geng Zhao's arms grew rapidly, and he took the wings to hunt the clouds' head.
Feng Shouyun sneered, and his staff shrank, avoiding the young man's fingers, but he did not withdraw his body to retreat, so as not to consume the little energy left. He relied on his rich experience in facing the enemy and could always avoid the attack in the most dangerous moment with the smallest movements. As for the fact that he was unable to counterattack, he only avoided not attack, or there were other pictures, it was not known.
Gengzhao's dantian was empty, and his thick true energy disappeared without a trace. He relied on his young blood-supporting arms to rush in. The treasure box hands were wonderful, as if dozens of arms were transformed out of thin air, but he was holding the head of a stick, holding the etiquette of the younger generation asking for advice from the elders, and it also meant that men and women were not close to each other.Although Baoqi's hand had a palm at the bottom and an arm outside the arm, its dazzling power was inevitably discounted under many concerns. Even so, this round of airtight rushing still had the effect. The two of them went back and forth for more than 30 times. Geng Zhao flipped his wrist and grabbed it, and his fingertips brushed across the brocade sleeves of Fengshouyun. In theory, it should be that the strength of the robe brocade was penetrated, giving birth to a soft and tough invisible force. The following three variants were divided into three upper, middle and lower lines, like collecting the fishing line. No matter which one could pull the old woman close, even if it was to lose weight, it would fall without getting stuck.
Helplessly, Geng Zhao was weak and unable to follow his heart, but he just had his shape. After Grandma Feng waved her sleeve, her whole right arm swung open. Grandma's head of the stick was handed out and hit his chest.
This move is not unpleasant, but Geng Zhao is still about forty years younger than her. Regardless of internal strength, the spirituality of ears, eyes, and muscles and bones, it should be far superior to the old woman who is over sensible to her ears. She turned her right palm in time and said, "Bang!With a sound, he caught the head of the stick engraved with a spider-shaped body.Unexpectedly, Feng Shouyun raised his mouth slightly, let go of his hand, and pointed it like a sword, bullied Geng Zhao's arms at an unimaginable angle and speed, and poked the Danzhong point heavily!
Geng Zhao was still holding a quinoa stick in his hand, and the outcome was decided in an instant.His eyes were dark, and he fell down to the sword pointing in his chest. Countless thoughts passed by his mind like lightning, and only then did he realize that he was defeated without any grievance.
Zi Feng Shouyun appeared, and his words and actions, movements and observations were all for delivering this extremely dangerous sword that was contrary to common sense and seeking victory in defeat when he took action.Old age, injury, bad behavior... may not be all fake, but it is more carefully arranged and cleverly disguised. The purpose is to relax the opponent's defense and win with one blow.If Geng Zhao had not been self-righteous and had not pressed each other forcing each other, he would have been hit as soon as he got started and would have been defeated faster and worse than this time.
He deeply regrets his impotent.
Even if he can survive Tian Luoxiang's torture and forced confession, he will never reveal any news about Miss Ming, but... what should Huang Ying do?The girl in black has been peeping in secret, and must have known that Huang Ying is on the same side as him. Now that she has been captured, who will save Huang Ying from danger?
It’s all my fault... it’s all my fault!
(A Ying!)
Geng Zhao woke up from a terrible dream. He wanted to get up, but when he moved, he realized that his whole body was weak and he could not use any strength. For a moment, he thought that his meridians were broken, and he became a useless person since then, and he couldn't help but sweat.
Are you awake?A crisp and sweet female voice shouted happily, bringing a fair and round face with curved eyelashes and big eyes.The girl's plump and white body, which was not as blood-wailing as he had dreams, was shattered and cracked by the terrifying torture instruments, and every shrill wound seemed to be tucked into his heart; except for a hint of fatigue between his eyebrows, as if he was not sleeping, her description could be called a spirited spirit, and she was definitely not a prisoner at the stairs. Even the clothes on her body were changed from translucent gauze to a yellow-flowered skirt with apricot-colored half-arm. At least he didn't have to worry about where to glance at her eyes.
Does your body still hurt?I've given you a bucket of water and wiped your chest. Huang Ying smiled and squinted her eyes. As she said to herself, she skillfully wrung out the snow-white cotton towel. Suddenly, the man reached out to grab her small wrist and said hoarsely: A Ying... A Ying!Are they...will make things difficult for you?
Huang Ying was hurt by him, her pretty face turned pale, but she held back and didn't hum and thought to herself: He just woke up, and the first thing he thought of was me.I couldn't help but feel happy, my cheeks were hot, I gently stroked the back of his hand, rubbed his tight thoughts, bit my lips and smiled: Grandma didn't make things difficult for me.It is delicious and has good food and accommodation here, and it also has beautiful clothes to wear. If you enter and exit freely, it is not much different from the fairyland.
Geng Zhao felt relieved, and his thoughts gradually resumed, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious; the disordered confusion in his brain suddenly couldn't figure it out, and he asked casually: How long have I been in a coma?Huang Ying tilted her head and thought for a while, frowned and said: Almost two days.If there is no sunshine here, we can't tell you the right time; we have been here for six meals, so it should be two days.
Geng Zhao's last memory segment was stuck in being poked by Feng Shouyun and pointed. Could it be that someone saved them from Grandma Chen?No, it was grandma who saved you.Huang Ying shook her head and suddenly lowered her voice: I don’t know what’s going on, I’m here when I wake up.That old pious woman asked me to take care of you. I see that she treats you very well. Maybe she is interested in you.I also felt funny, and with a puff, I pursed my lips and bit my lips, revealing an ambiguous smile of a lustful little girl.
Geng Zhao-2 King Kong couldn't touch his head, but he couldn't help laughing. He was a little broad-minded and suddenly heard someone interview outside the door:
Strictly speaking, it was him who saved me, not me who saved him.With a clamor, I pushed the door and entered, and it was the hunting clouds.Huang Ying was shocked and didn't know how much she had taught her to listen. She quickly stood up and bowed her head, placed her hands in front of her knees with her obediently, and replied obediently: Grandma.
Feng Shouyun didn't even look at her, and walked past her with layers of brocade and silk skirts, leaving a faint sentence: Let's go out.I sat directly on the edge of the bed, squinted my eyes and looked at Geng Zhao's complexion.Geng Zhao originally wanted to take advantage of her pulse and suddenly started to attack. For this reason, she concentrated her mind and accumulated strength. Only then did she find that there seemed to be a wisp of green fire in her dantian, which seemed to be coiled in her dantian. Although it was extremely weak, it was at least not empty.
(She said I saved her...what does it mean?)
After hesitating for a moment, Feng Shouyun had already stood up from the bed and sat on a Qi pier by the side, without touching Geng Zhao from beginning to end.The two of them looked at each other, and Grandma Tian seemed to see his thoughts and smiled: You should have a brilliant internal strength, but for some reason, the skills in your body suddenly disappeared without a trace. The meridians were obviously not damaged, and the method of luck and practicing the exercises was the same as before. It was just that you lost your true energy, right?
Geng Zhao thought to himself: It’s related to the strange phenomenon in me!He no longer had unrealistic expectations for Feng Shouyun. The spy who was captured by Wu Feng did not torture him, but regarded him as a guest of honor. There must be something strange about it.Besides, if you want to know the recovery of the injury, taking the pulse is the most reliable method. There are so-called "looking, listening, asking, and severing" in the diagnosis method. When you examine the patient, you can see that there are reasons why you cannot touch him.All Geng Zhao could think of was the bottomless abyss in his body that swallowed all his skills.
Seeing that his face was gloomy and unresponsive, Feng Shouyun said happily: A few days ago, I, Tianluoxiang, came an extremely powerful opponent and killed many disciples of our sect. I led the elites in the sect to round up them up, but I didn't expect that the man was tricked, and the generals and the soldiers were damaged, and the casualties were heavy, and even I was injured.
Geng Zhao thought to himself: This is about Miss Ming.I heard Feng Shouyun say again: The man had a very thorough understanding of Tianluoxiang and developed a unique technique to break through the Abdominal Infant Technique. Once its strength penetrated into the body, it would be like a spark that was stained with saltpeter, which would blow up the five internal blood, break out of the body, and it would be extremely tragic.
Her words were plain and she had a smile on her face, as if she was talking about something strange in the countryside, but Geng Zhao was creepy when she heard it, thinking of Yue Chenfeng's purple thunder Jue.
Ming Zhexue's magical skills are both cultivated with Yue Chenfeng, and she has learned a lot about what they have learned. Moreover, Ming Zhexue has removed the inner demonic obstacles of thunder power in his body and suppressed the Bihuo Gong. She has a lot of experience in the exchanges and transformations between the two same-original martial arts. Even if the complete Purple Divine Palm is not enough, she wants to simulate the amazing power of thunder power breaking the body, which is whether she wants it or not.
Tianluoxiang's internal strength follows the path of the pure Yin lineage. Yin and Yang are both repulsive and induce each other, and mutually restrain each other. Tianluoxiang improves the pure Yin body through the path of absorbing yang energy. It may also cause a little yang energy to invade the dantian and react violently with the yin force, such as igniting fire in oil, which eventually leads to a major disaster.If the method of collecting and replenishing evils used by Ying Youyu and others is the explanation of the former, Mingzhanxue is the principle of the latter, which will directly destroy the benefits and cause great harm. Killing Tianluoxiang sects caught people off guard and expanded the results to the extreme.
Geng Zhaowu Ting Ying and Xia Ershu mentioned the battle in Lianjue Temple, and then pieced together the clips of Huang Ying listening to it. He thought that even if Miss Ming had the most martial arts and was scheming, she could not beat four hands with her two fists. How could she choose the elite of Tianluoxiang with one person?Only then did I realize it suddenly.Mingzhanxue may have prepared for that day for most of his life, even defiling his body, helping Yue Chenfeng steal the Tiger King Temple, digging out the "Tiger Talisman Seven Gods" and other things, seem to have reasonable explanations.
Xue Yanqing is a straight-hearted person. To put it nicely, she is open-minded and bright, but in fact she is not understanding the worldly affairs.From Mingzhanxue's standpoint, if you want to paralyze Tianluoxiang, your primary goal is to win the battle of Lianjue Temple. Even if you defeat the eight guardians, it would not be considered a win.With Miss Ming's ability, even if grandma is lucky enough to keep her breath, she will not be too far from death.
Feng Shouyun looked into his eyes, as if he lowered his thoughts and read them clearly. He brushed his skirt and knees with his hands freely, and smiled calmly: Do you know Heng'er, right?Geng Zhao was shocked when he came back to his senses and thought to himself: Heng'er?Is it the real name of Miss Ming?He had not deceived Feng Shouyun and was hesitating about how to answer, but Feng Shouyun did not wait for him to respond, straightened the skirt cloth on his knees and said with a smile:
If I want to find her, I don’t need to go through anyone and just release the news that my grandma is not dead, and she will come by herself.That girl knows better than anyone else that Tianluo Xiang will never die unless I fall down.Besides, the old woman looked up at him.Although she was smiling, Geng Zhao was shocked, as if she was transparent before her and could not hide any thoughts.The true energy in your dantian is of the same origin as Heng'er's external learning department; you are chasing Xun'er's body skills in the corridor, which is clearly the hanging online game wall of this sect; not to mention that you are going against Yu'er. Tianluo's Heart Picking Arts
The method of refining and refining... It doesn't show the origin of your relationship with her, grandma is really confused.
I have no intention of getting news about her from you.Feng Shouyun smiled and said seriously:
You just need to know that no matter what, I will never and will not allow others to hurt you.You don’t need to deceive me in anything, because you can’t deceive me, and deceiving me will not do you any benefit. No matter what you want, I will help you, regardless of the reasons or the price.In this way, can you change your perspective and calm down and listen to what I want to tell you?
Geng Zhao even asked why, and he didn't believe a word about what Feng Shouyun said.Although the old woman did not torture and even treated Huang Ying well when he was unable to resist, these were just techniques of being gentle and temporary.
Compared to Miss Ming's whereabouts, she may have more important things to be resolved. For example, Geng Zhao encountered such a transaction of life. Coincidentally, his cooperation with the Five Emperors Caves was based on Yue Chenfeng's purple thunder clue, and Feng Shouyun was willing to put down his figure and show goodwill to a prisoner. It may be that Miss Ming hit the thunder spirit into her body. Seeing that forcibly suppressing it will become a serious problem, and a dead horse will be a living horse.
Take us out of the valley, and I will help you get rid of the thunder spirit.Geng Zhao carefully considered the words and words to avoid the conditions proposed being misinterpreted.I only treat the treatment outside the valley, and then delay, and I will bear the consequences.
Feng Shouyun was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then shook her head for a moment. A helpless smile was pursed at the corner of her mouth with a deep fish tail.
I said that I was healed and you saved my life.Now, we have to save you.The old woman said in a deep voice: It's shameful. In order to control you that day, I used all my strength to poke the finger of the Danzhong point on your chest. I couldn't suppress the alien yang energy in the meridians for a while. I was about to burn all the internal energy. Unexpectedly, the abyss in your body that swallowed the inner breath not only eliminated the strength of my fingertips, but also sucked the alien yang energy planted by Heng'er, without leaving any drops.If you hadn't fallen into a coma, take off your snare, and suck it like this, I'm afraid I'd be dead here to talk to you.
This can explain why Feng Shouyun dared not touch him so far, even though Geng Zhao was still half-believing and half-doubting.Even if Feng Shouyun is a man of kindness, he can thank him more than his own interests. What's more, Geng Zhao had no intention of saving him at that time. At best, he was just a mistake. Compared with Feng Shouyun's statement that I will help you is simply unconvincing.
Feng Shouyun had already foresaw his doubts, and did not show any resentment. He continued: I don’t know why you are young, so you have such a strong internal strength. But if not, you have been swallowed up by the residual fist power in your body. Not only are your internal strength gone, but you may not even be able to keep your flesh, flesh, tendons and veins, and you were sucked into a pair of white bones, and your death was tragic.
Remnant Fist!
This is the second time Geng Zhao has heard these two words.Feng Shouyun once assisted the three generations of Tianluoxiang sect leader, and was the most respected elder among the Seven Mysteries. She had a wide range of knowledge. She and the gray-robed guest said that this was a broken fist, and she was afraid it was not groundless.Geng Zhao was very careful about her, but after all, she was more curious than cautious, and she couldn't help but shake her head:
I... I have never practiced any broken boxing, nor have I heard of this martial arts.What exactly is the remnant boxing?
Why do you keep swallowing the energy and turn all the power of the internal strength of the fist and palm into nothingness?
I asked a person this question decades ago, but that person was ignorant and very slick, and he was not serious. He made me angry when I heard it.As for the annoying answer that I couldn't figure out, I didn't leave any impression.
I don’t know if it was Geng Zhao’s illusion, when Feng Shouyun said these few words, the steep face lines seemed to become soft, her smile was distant, but she was indifferent and self-sustaining, as if an old wooden carved clay doll suddenly injected into life, and all emotions became fresh and no longer turned into decay as time passed, and became smoke and dust.
Remnant boxing is a kind of martial arts.
As soon as the words were spoken, the old woman seemed to have misunderstood the misunderstandings, and she became meaningless nonsense without realizing it.It's not one, but one.The remnant boxing is different from the Dongzhou martial arts I know, and cannot be explained by existing martial arts theories. Although the person said that what I heard from me was arguing, now that I think about it, it is not completely unreasonable, so I can only speculate and try it out.
Geng Zhao didn't dare to be stubborn, so he clasped his fists and said: Please give me some advice.
Feng Shouyun smiled.Your internal strength is so profound that you can take the remaining energy of the residual fist for several days and nights and have not died. Looking at Dongzhou, this attainment is rare among the young generation, even among famous masters. If there is no adventure from a wise master, it will be difficult to have it.Let me ask you: What is internal strength?
Geng Zhao thought about it.It's qi.All things in the world have qi; the method of practicing internal strength is to create a concrete and small world in the meridians, moving like a six-member flowing, thus surpassing ordinary people who have never practiced martial arts.
The way of internal cultivation is to nourish qi and luck. Those who are good at nourishing qi will have immortality. However, if they are used in martial arts, the method of using it is more important than the number of methods.
Having this experience is enough to match the high internal strength cultivation.Feng Shouyun nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and said with a smile: Then I will ask you again, what is the basis for the internal energy?
Based on the ideation.Geng Zhao didn't think about it and replied: The internal energy is invisible and has no substance, and it is not as good as the muscles, bones and muscles. It must be guided by thoughts to clarify the mind and reflect the emptiness and lightness.
Feng Shouyun nodded and said: What I know about martial arts, whether it is superb or superficial, is based on this, but the residual fist is different.When ordinary martial arts practices to the point of thinking, you must continue to accumulate internal strength, or use the left-handed method to stimulate potential to be driven by thoughts. The one who follows the order is the authentic internal master, and the one who takes advantage of the tricks is the evil skill; the accumulation of more results is the magic skill, and the result with twice the effort is the mediocre.
However, the practice of internal strength in the residual boxing is just an introduction. After thinking, another step is to sit and forget. You must fall into the body, abandon your intelligence, and leave your body and wisdom before you can be the same as the great way.Blindly accumulating internal strength is to go on a fork in the way. Only by giving up your attachment to internal and external qualities can you sublimate your thoughts and make them understand the world without being ignorant, and you will have no worries in a moment.
Geng Zhao did not know Taoist books, otherwise when he heard this, he would know that these were methods to teach people to cultivate immortals and liberation. Even Taoist priests who received the certificates and documents might not believe them all, let alone those who practice martial arts?It made him feel that this statement was too vague.
Although the practice of internal strength is not based on sight, it can easily see the movement of internal energy with the naked eye, but it must be practiced with sweat and practiced in a practical manner, and it is impossible to take any tricks.Even though Geng Zhao had a series of adventures, he had such a deep foundation, but after the Three Wars of Lotus Platform, he was repeatedly tempered on the edge of life and death, and he felt like he was now the first to see the mystery of the hall. He fell into his body and was dispelled from intelligence. It was better than being attached to images. He really didn't want to think or move, wouldn't he sit in a daze?
The great talk about hunting clouds is far more than this.
After sitting and forgetting, the divine understanding is that since the mind and mind can communicate with the world and are not limited by external things, the power of the world and all things can be used by you.If internal power is to shape a concrete and small world in the meridians, let you move like a six-member, the divine interpretation is to make the universe and the world become you. If you imagine yourself as the wind, it is as light as a feather, and it is so happy for thousands of miles; if you imagine yourself as a cloud, it will aggregate, disperse and change without perpetuity... It is about this.She stared at Geng Zhao's face, suddenly laughed out loud, and covered her mouth and said:
I finally understood why he smiled so happily at that time.It turns out that my expression is like this.
Geng Zhao was stunned and couldn't help but shake his head, frowned and said: Have you ever asked that person how he practiced his divine understanding?The statement can be empty and ethereal, but the process of cultivation is not.He can use the broken boxing, because he must have found a practical method.
Feng Shouyun seemed to be very impressed by his reaction. He raised his eyebrows, curled his smile, and said seriously: He said it was for someone to beat.The strange man who was rumored to have his martial arts fights with him every day, and every time he attacks, he will fight to the death as if he has a deep hatred.
Every time he woke up and found that he was still alive, his skills improved one level; one day, his body suddenly felt itchy, as if he had a small hole in his needle, which was his original words and strength was poured out. At that time, his master would not dare to hold back when he was fighting with him. In a few days, he ran away while he was sleeping to death. Maybe he was worried that his disciple would take revenge, and he also beat him to death.
These words were not Feng Shouyun's own tone. Geng Zhao could see a silhouette of the man from the inadvertent expression of nostalgia and the unprepared smile, as if she was sitting beside the old woman in a gorgeous dress, blowing her with golden sword, which made her angry and funny, and couldn't help pinching her sleeves to cover her mouth... Geng Zhao returned to reality from her imagination.There is no need for Feng Shouyun to lie to him, to take his life. She has more chances to start, but it is still the same at this moment. Although there are evil people who deceive people and have fun in the world, he cannot see the malice in the old woman who enjoys playing with others.
Is it possible... she is the one who holds the wrong expectations?
She mistakenly regarded herself as a descendant of her old friend.Through the strange remnant fist, the old woman connects the strange boy who appears by chance with the deceased old friend, repairs the wound, seeks comfort, and even makes up for regrets in the process of recalling.
Geng Zhaoming understood that he had nothing to do with that man. Although his biological parents were humble, they had a clear origin. They were as good as their adoptive father Geng Laotie, and they were not involved in the martial arts world.His martial arts were benefited from Miss Ming. Although there were many adventures afterwards, there was no one like the one described by grandma.She must have made a mistake, outrageously wrong.
Considering the situation, such a misunderstanding is better than a great blessing for Geng Zhao.If Geng Zhao hadn't imagined how sensible and cruel the old man showed by the scheming and cruelty that Shouyun showed at the bottom of the corridor after mistakenly thinking that he was an old friend, Geng Zhao would not dare to imagine how harsh and vicious the methods of this great elder would be.
However, for some reason, if he could, he did not want to take advantage of this great opportunity that fell from the sky.As if in order to break free from the strong sense of rejection, Geng Zhao shook her head and followed her words:
Although my younger generation often teaches people to be beaten halfway, they have never gained any benefits from internal injuries and external injuries.Before this, I have never heard of the name of "Resident Fist", nor have I learned it. Since this resident Fist has such terrifying power, why is it not famous in the world? Have you never heard of any senior master?
Feng Shouyun smiled indifferently.
Because it changed its name.
Change the name?There are many unique skills in the world that have been improved and repaired, but no matter how they change it, it is only because of the consideration of the inheritance of the sect.Under the name of a set of fist and swords with a loud font size, it often contains many factions, which are made by each family or are different, but they are all named to show their sect.As terrible martial arts as the Cancel Fist, practitioners want to change their names, but they can't control the whispers in the world, and they will never disappear or show them easily with other appearances.
Before Dugu Yì ascended the throne, he practiced two martial arts with his broken fist and defeated sword, and was invincible.After becoming emperor, the ministers below flattered him and could not call him this name. He said that it was an ominous sign and it hurt the country's fortunes, so he was renamed the Imperial Fist and Sword.Feng Shouyun sneered:
They are all called "Imperial Fist and Sword Control", can anyone else practice it?Isn’t this accusation of being a usurped person, who searches the house, or who exterminates the family?The emperor was unable to even establish a sect. He could only watch his unique skills be lost and no one followed him, and he was alone in the imperial city.Dealing with warriors is the most toxic scheming.
Geng Zhao was shocked and struggled to sit up.
Remaining Fist... Remaining Fist is Emperor Taizu Wu’s martial arts?
Feng Shouyun smiled and said: Who else can it be invincible? He is the only one. There was a hint of pride in his expression. Geng Zhao's mind was buzzing, and all kinds of miscellaneous consciousness came in, like a bee: the strange abyss of sucking skills in his body appeared since he tried his best to use the "Falling Feather Sky Style" by the stream. It was hard to tell whether it was the remnant of this move or the martial arts of the gray-robed guest.
If it were done by the strange man in gray robe, this person might be related to Emperor Taizu Wu, which is much more reliable than the Luoyu Tianshi, which was not effective at that time.Geng Zhao did not believe that the awkward sword technique created with his narrow insights and crude designs could recreate the fame of Emperor Taizu Wu. Although the behavior of the gray-robed guest was inconsistent with the rumored upright Taizu, the two of them had the same martial arts skills and were unfathomable. Maybe they were even older, and it seemed that they had any connection between them, it seemed that they were not surprising.
Feng Shouyun looked at him.You really don’t know how the remaining fist power in your body came from?
Geng Zhao shook his head honestly.I was knocked down from the mountain stream by a masked gray man, and I was like this when I woke up.If the vision on me does come from the martial arts of the Cancel Fist, then the man in the gray robe must be involved with Emperor Taizu Wu. Maybe... Taizu still lives in this world?
This time it was Feng Shouyun's turn to shake his head.He is dead, I know, but there is no successor to the Canquan in this world, and even his favorite seventeenth brother Dugu Ji was unable to pass on it.I once asked him why he didn't teach Dugu Jicanquan. He smiled and said: It's too late. I wanted him to practice more happily and have a more sense of accomplishment, so I passed on him a set of convenient methods to practice internal strength.I didn't pay attention to it all at once. His internal skills have been so high. His conviction has come true. It is difficult to turn back and follow my path!It's not easy to practice.Why bother to come?
I said: Your brother listened to you so much, can’t you let him practice again?He smiled so badly, and approached and said: Then I will let you practice harder, are you willing to listen to me?I thought about it for a long time, but I was reluctant to make up my mind. Only then did I realize that practicing this martial arts is as difficult as reaching the sky, and it was difficult from the beginning.If I hadn't found a child who was as heartless as a blank paper, who could have cultivated internal strength and given up since childhood?
The grey-robed guest's internal strength was amazing, which was not consistent with what Feng Shouyun said, but Geng Zhao would rather believe that he had met an old friend of Emperor Taizu Wu, or even himself.If there is no other person in the world who can use the remnant fist, how can the senior determine that it is not Emperor Taizu Wu?
Feng Shouyun took out a small piece of wooden board from the chest of the bedside cabinet and placed it carefully on the edge of the bed.Geng Zhao then realized that it was a hard-lined embroidered gold book. There were thread-coated silk book between thin plates wrapped in brocade satin on both sides, but there was not even a word in the book. There were scattered paper heads of different sizes and thicknesses between pages, and a book of ink-absorbing books used to clip paintings.
Geng Zhao sat up and opened the cover. He saw that the piece of paper was yellowed and old, covered with folds, as if it had been pinched into a ball and then spread it finely. The paper was painted with charcoal branches and a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The short brown body was covered with looseness, revealing his strong and strong chest, and holding a pair of men's soft boots in his hand, which was dripping with water. Although the picture only painted above the chest and the right hand holding the boot, he could imagine that he was barefoot and waded by the water. His brushstrokes were a little immature, but his mastery of the charm was extremely vivid.
That was our first time to meet.Feng Shouyun hugged her knees and lowered her head, staring at the sketch of the charcoal branch, showing a hint of gentleness on her face.He caused my banknote to fall into the water and said he would pick it up for me.I wanted to crush his throat with one claw, but I couldn't recognize the nature of the water. I thought I would kill him when I caught it.I didn't know what interesting things I thought of, so I couldn't help laughing.
Geng Zhao flipped through the sketch and found that there were indeed a large black and red ink stain that was faintly unfolded. The picture was actually painted on the back of the cabinet ticket.Thinking that Grandma Qian, who was in charge of Tianluoxiang, was good at painting. When Grandma was painting this painting, she might be very young. When she thought that the person in the painting was Emperor Taizu Wu, who was famous all over the world... Geng Zhao felt that it was extremely unreal.If this is a trap, it would be too complicated and delicate. Even Huang Lao's past has become a helper of accomplices, so that he can feel a sense of nostalgia and intoxication.
The next few pictures are also sketches of charcoal branches, and the people in the paintings are dressed similarly. The paper heads of the paintings are torn off from the tent book, and the lower half of the old Spring Festival couplets; the background is from the waterside, the mountainside, and even the night stars of the bonfire, and it seems that the traces of the two people traveling.There is also a picture of Dugu Yì sleeping. He has a red body and a strong arms that stretch freely. He is both tired and innocent.
Geng Zhao is no longer an ignorant boy who doesn’t know human affairs. The warmth contained in this painting is so strong that it almost reveals the paper.Only after lingering, the girl who is extremely satisfied with her body and mind will secretly embrace the quilt at night and leave a child's innocent sleeping face on the silk she carried with her.
He looked up at Feng Shouyun and saw all the old woman in the world who had already passed the age of shy separation. She only lowered her eyes and smiled, and whispered: From the beginning, we knew it was a marriage, at least I knew it.At that time, I was the youngest messenger in the sect, ambitious and never thought of spending my life with an unknown fishing village boy.
There is only so much I can give, and he can't afford it no matter how much it is.
Geng Zhao flipped over a pile of charcoal sketches and finally saw a colorful ink on his head. The man in the painting still had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he changed into a fast boot robe, and a piece of tassel white jade fell on his belt. Although people wanted to wear clothes, Buddha and gold clothes, for some reason they always felt that this outfit was not suitable for him.
...Later, he was taken to the General's Mansion in Zhendong. I realized that he was the eldest son of Dugu Zhiming, and even he himself did not know.I kept thinking about how sad he would be when he left him one day. I practiced for that day for a long time... Unexpectedly, he left me first.
The paper drawn at the back no longer seems so messy.The carefully cut paper, like a letter paper, is painted with Dugu Yì in military uniform and armor. The painter is more exquisite than the previous page. The layout is always regular. People are in the center, the sky and the earth are white, and the front, middle and back scenery are in a well-rounded manner. The ink must be filled in detail afterwards, but there is no need to capture the rise and eagerness of a certain moment.
More importantly, between paintings, it can be seen that the young man has gradually become a young man. Dugu Yì's figure has lengthened, and the thinness and thinness that belongs to the young man has gradually been replaced by solidity and burly. Each picture is longer and is portrayed more meticulously, but there are a few pictures that have not been finished, or they are halfway through the drawing, and they are wiped out randomly with heavy colors and thick ink. In the end, they are still reluctant to throw them away and are put into the booklet.
We have never broken off contact, and perhaps it is harder to separate completely than we imagined.At that time, we were all exhausted by the things around us, and no one wanted to add any more points and get together.Grandma smiled faintly.Except for the years when fighting, he came to see me every year, stayed overnight and left before dawn.Even after ascending the throne, we always encounter it once every three or two years. On the seventh day of the fifth month, we were mostly waiting for him in the boathouse on the lakeside of Taohuawu in Taoyuan Village.
It is hard for Geng Zhao to imagine what kind of agreement this is.There is no book reciprocity, no news communication, one side is the 95th master who is busy with everything, and the other side is the evil leader who is fighting for alliances and hegemony in the world. Is it love, love, carnal desire or friendship between them?I'm afraid that even the two of them can't explain clearly.
So, he must be dead.Feng Shouyun said: For more than 20 years, I have been to Taohuawu every year, but I have never seen him again.If it weren't for the death, how could this be done?
This does not explain Feng Shouyun's attitude towards Geng Zhao.Missing Dugu Yì is one thing. Perhaps in her mind, the invincible Dugu Yì could never die suddenly. She still went to the small house in Taoyuan Village every year, waiting for the man to suddenly pass through the shade of shed willows and appear silently behind him, but Dugu Yì would not become a teenager. There is no one as old as Geng Zhao in his generation. Besides, Geng Zhao's appearance is nothing like the person in the painting.Could it be that the old woman admits to death is just a broken box?
When we met for the last time, he said: I came back to Donghai to find a successor for Canquan.Unfortunately, he came one step late. That boy was not talented and had a good time practicing his internal skills and sword skills. Now it would be difficult to teach him how to practice harder.Well, each has its own fate, so there is no need to force it.Since I'm here, why don't I pass it to you?
Seeing that he was stunned, Feng Shouyun was not at all displeased. She brushed her skirt and said happily:
You have to take everything he said seriously, and all his heads are so angry.I just said that I was teasing me and sneered at him: Do you know I can't practice, but do you want to be angry with me?Who knew that he really took out a stack of paper from his arms, and his head was filled with words filled with dog crawling, and he didn't talk about the rules and layout. In short, it was ugly and he could tell at a glance that it was his handwriting.
I thought to myself that he had become the emperor, so I couldn't find a grand sage to use to polish it. At least I just pasted it into a scroll?Who do you want to blind this ugly thing?Before he could make fun of him, he thought again: No, this time he was serious.He didn't want others to know about the things written on this paper, so he could only think about them and secretly write them. After writing, he immediately rushed to Donghai to find his successor.
Geng Zhao frowned and murmured: This is strange.Emperor Taizu said that Dugu Ji had already achieved his opinion, and he must never turn back to practice the remnant boxing. Is there any other suitable successor in the East China Sea in his mind?Feng Shouyun smiled and said: You are much smarter than you, and you immediately got the clue.Geng Zhao smiled bitterly: I am the current generation who praises me.The two looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere eased a lot without realizing it.
He has always been... not a ruler.After a while, Feng Shouyun sighed lightly and shook his head and said:
What kind of sects have been established and the name has been preserved forever, and I have no confidence in it.What he did was just something he wanted to do, or something he felt he had to do.When we met, he would always bring some small things to please me. Sometimes it was delicious pastries, and sometimes it was a beautiful wild flower picked by the roadside.I never love these things, it's all his joy.
She looked up at Geng Zhao, suddenly pursed a meaningful and smiling lips, squinted her eyes and said: All I want is martial arts.When I was young, I just wanted to overwhelm my peers and become one of the sects as soon as possible; when I held great power, I was dedicated to assisting the sect leader to remedy the shortcomings of the internal strength of this sect that was not enough to control the martial arts skills of the "Tianluo Jing". To be honest, I was able to rise to the top in the sect and my promotion was so smooth, which was somewhat of a blessing from him.
When we were in love, he always taught me everything I wanted to learn, without hiding my own selfishness.I learned to defeat the sword, and I was afraid that Dugu was still too early, but then he had a rough idea and there were still many things that were not yet perfected. Later, when I saw him performing it again, it was quite different from what he taught back then, but his intention to seek help was fading, and it was not bad to keep it true.
The mysterious sword move that Ying Youyu used was the prototype of this unfinished defeated sword.
Geng Zhao remembered the quick-spicy sword technique that Ying Youyu fought with the girl in black and sought victory in danger. Although it was not invincible, it had a hard-to-dressed and wild nature. When you face the enemy, you really couldn't defend yourself.The sword-like thick blank created by Emperor Taizu Wu at a young age is so sharp. What a complete defeated sword that he has tempered and defeated countless masters. What amazing power should it have!
The "Tianluo Sutra", which is known as the first martial arts of the Seven Profound Profounds, is the biggest secret of Tianluo Xiang. Not only does outsiders not know it, but it is also secretly in the sect. It is like a candidate for the sect leader like Mingzhanxue, or a person with great power like Grandma, can only be heard by him.Although Geng Zhao heard from Miss Ming that he had not expected that Feng Shouyun would confess to him. He felt mixed feelings and still had a trace of caution, and he became more and more indifferent from now on.
Grandma continued: He and Xiao Jianzhi, who buried the imperial sword tomb, were taught by a division of the first division, and he did not hide Xiao Jianzhi's martial arts skills from me.Old Xiao still knows nothing. I will take a little bit of his unique skills, the Cloud Sea Cangmang Art and the Eight-Popular Dragon Sword.
Geng Zhao's heart moved slightly and pondered: I heard that Taizu and Lao Taicheng Xiao were fighting, so I angrily demoted him from the capital.Could it be... He wanted to hand over this manuscript to Tai Cheng, but he couldn't hold this face down, so he entrusted his senior, but he hoped that one day, Tai Cheng could get it from the senior?
Feng Shouyun's whole body was shaken, and his faint smile seemed to be shaken away, leaving only a trace of remnants condensed on his face eroded by the years.She had to remeasure the boy in front of her: at first she thought he was quick-witted, but then she found that he was as careful as a hair, not easily confused by the chaotic external objects, and could always focus on the details.At this point, she felt that he had an extremely sharp intuition about human relationships and worldly affairs, which was enough to cross the ruins of time that stretched through it and see the kindness and sincerity hidden behind it.
He really...was you sent it?
Do you still remember that you left something with me and remembered to come and get it?Really!Just look at it... you know it's you!
The old woman was silent for a long time, as if she didn't want to leave from her thoughts. After a moment, she picked up her sleeve and found the corner of her eyes and sighed.
It's not Xiao Jian's paper.He said, if someone appears in the future, you will give it to him. I don’t know when he will come, what he will look like, and whose name is... I can’t wait for that time, so will the charlatan.I've never seen him as depressed as if he had done something so big that he could never make up for it.
He said: My master asked us to wait for the opportunity to save the people. When the alien race appeared, we thought it was time... If you had seen the alien race, you would know that they were not a bit like humans, and they were all ghosts. Who doesn’t think that the world is going to be in chaos when they see it, and the demons are coming?
But we were wrong. Time hasn't come yet. The alien race is just a bubble before the water rolls, and the real killing thing has not arrived yet. I was both wrong with the charlatan, it was ridiculously wrong. I used the powerful generals and heroes who were rare in a century to fight for the world, so that they could die and scatter, and then I realized that the target they were going to fight had not yet appeared... What if it came tomorrow? Han Pofan and Wu Dengyong are no longer there. If I lose, who will save the people?
Geng Zhao listened to her murmur and recited the rascal content, fully understanding how such simple, chaotic and disorganized words could be remembered for decades.It sounds so intimidating in the quiet room. If Dugu Yì, who is invincible in the world, would be so strange!
I've never seen him worry so much.He was not afraid, but he was anxious, as if everything was messed up, but he couldn't find the corresponding way.After that time, I never saw him again. The next year, the news of the emperor's death came from Pingwang. I just thought he was a fraud to escape from the court to get rid of the gang of officials who made him breathless.I hoped that he was tired of playing in the distance every year, and finally returned to Taohuawu, so that I could return this bunch of paper to him.
Geng Zhao turned the brocade booklet into the second half, and there were no more pictures in the ink-absorbed silk, but instead they were pieces of paper full of crooked small regular script.Senior, he didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he hurriedly closed the book and wanted to hand it back, but Feng Shouyun shook his head and did not stretch out his hand.
I couldn't understand a word about what he said that day. I only know that at this critical moment, you suddenly came to Lenglugu with the remaining power of the fist. Just like what he said, you remembered these paper heads at a glance, and you would never make a mistake. So, I can't let you die like that. The old woman smiled indifferently, but her eyes were shining with a sturdy light.
We still have time to find a way to save your life from it.If Dugu Yì is right, you may be the one who wants to replace him to save the people of the world.
The hunting clouds of the sacred horses.Although Geng Zhao had never seen Grandma Qian's face, when he first met Mingzhanxue, he had heard her voice through the brick wall of the waste well. When he heard it again, he could tell Grandma Qian's identity without much effort, which further confirmed his guess.
The mysterious guest who secretly monitored Ying Youyu and other envoys had no malicious intentions towards them. Otherwise, with the carelessness of these girls, they would paralyze Tianluo Xiang from the inside, but they would just go in the palm of their hands.After figuring this out, Geng Zhao's ideas suddenly developed:
Who would be worried about these girls and would not give up if they had to take proper control behind the scenes?Even if the person who peeps at me is not a big shot, he must be a spy sent by my grandma; if he wants to join in with my grandma, he must be on this person.
Feng Shouyun narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was looking at the boy in front of him, and then said for a moment: You are looking for me, just wanting to go out, right?Geng Zhao had thought of several sets of comments in advance, but he didn't expect that she would go straight to the point and had no drafts to use, so he nodded.
That's right.Please let the elders be happy
reason.Feng Shouyun raised a tiny palm, and the lights reflected the fingertips pale and slightly transparent, like thin paper.
Let you go, there must be a reason, right?Could it be that you think that my Tianluo fragrance is like a temple fair and a market, and you can come and go when you are excited?Although his tone was light, he had no frivolous and ironic feeling, and he was unexpectedly serious.Geng Zhao is not unfamiliar with such a serious tone and expression. Although the old woman in front of her is not similar to Xue Yanqing, she can even go against her, but her words are surprisingly similar. She is almost the same as her mother and daughter who have been dependent on each other for many years. When facing each other separately, people always remind people of another person who is not here.
(It should be Xue Yanqing like grandma?)
The so-called "those who are close to red and those who are close to ink" are black. This is probably the case, Geng Zhao thought.It seems that Xue Yanqing's integrity and distinct grudges are also due to her grandma's careful training.
The reason why Grandma Chen wants to let go is that it means that there is no possibility of letting someone out of the valley, and there is no need to waste time at all.Geng Zhaoqiang suppressed his heart and thought about what to trade with her. After a moment, he clasped his fists and responded carefully:
Junior Geng Zhao.
Feng Shouyun smiled. It seems that your name should be quite substantial and sufficient to exchange your freedom. Unfortunately it means nothing to me. He leaned on his crutch lightly, making a crisp sound of knocking, taking a step towards him.
Her feet are very small, and the silk shoes that stick out the skirt are like lotus petals. They are beautiful in shape and do not match the hand and face with deep tails of the fish. They are unexpectedly full of elegant and charming charm, but not frivolous. The yellow silk on the shoes shows a golden red color under the lamp, adding a subtle and mysterious atmosphere. You can imagine that when she was young, she must be a stunning beauty with grace and outstanding temperament.
When grandma moved, it seemed as if the shadows shining outside were moving. She stepped down and the black shadows were formed in a hidden shape.Even though Geng Zhao's true energy is weak and his congenital slowness induction is known to be a sign of cohesion and is hurriedly added: I will serve under the tent of General Zhendong!
Feng Shouyun's eyebrows and eyes moved and said indifferently: Then I can't let you go, right?The silk skirt turned over the lotus tip and stepped on the ground, and took another step forward. The whole body was covered with dark silk, like strands of cut black silk, gradually wrapping around the hand holding a stick.Geng Zhao finally confirmed that Xue Yanqing was not here, otherwise Feng Shouyun should have known his name; and Xue Yanqing confessed to the deposed post and attacking the general was not instructed by Grandma Qian. Based on her current hostility towards General Zhendong, she already knew about this and said in a deep voice:
It seems that the younger generation had to exchange the whereabouts of the Snow Sect Master.What do you think, seniors?
cunning.It’s easy to just talk about it, it’s easy to get a bid!Having said that, Feng Shouyun finally stopped and the black air around him converged.She glanced at Geng Zhao and said calmly: My door leader is in Murong Rou's hands?
Geng Zhao shook his head.No, the place where the juniors arranged for the sect leader to live temporarily was very safe, and the general did not know.Feng Shouyun nodded: Have you had a second thought, or are you waiting for a price?It seems too unprofitable to hide people through hardships, but it is used to exchange for the freedom you already have.
Geng Zhao still shook her head.I have no tact on my business, and this is not a transaction.I met the sect leader in danger. I saved her once, and she saved me once. If I handed her over to the general, it would be too unfaithful.Besides, although the Sect is listed in the Seven Mysteries, the sect leader is a rare light in the world. Even if the younger generation is not talented, they want to make friends with her.
Let me briefly talk about what the blood river encounters.In order to avoid leaking the Silkworm Girl, I just said that the two of them buried their golden armor and went downstream to hide.
Feng Shouyun was not interrupted. After listening quietly, he seemed to be wondering what flaws there were in his story.
...It was a surprise for me to break into the Cold Lu Valley, and it was not intentional. Please give me some advice. Geng Zhao couldn't wait for a response, so he had to break the silence first. If the seniors still have doubts, it is better to propose that what the juniors know will be explained one by one.
No need.Feng Shouyun said calmly: I want to know a lot, like the place where the armor is buried, like the whereabouts of my sect leader; like how your yang energy is so prosperous, why does the Tianluo Caixin Art in this sect not work for you... There are so many things that can be done without a few words.Fortunately, the future is long, so please ask slowly. If you explain honestly, you will suffer less bits and pieces.
Geng Zhao felt a stern, and then she realized that she had fallen into the opponent's delaying plan. Feng Shouyun didn't want to talk to him from beginning to end. All she wanted was delay.Geng Zhao was shocked to realize his blind spot: his daughter always looks like a mother. Perhaps it was right. Xue Yanqing's openness and straightforwardness made him hold his wrong expectations, thinking that he could be open and honest with the person who raised Xue Yanqing, forgot that he was as cunning as Yu Xiaoe and as cruel as Meng Tingshu. He also came from the training of this old woman in China, and even regarded herself as her successor.
Maybe Xue Yanqing is the most incompatible and unique exception in this cold valley!
The question is: What did she want to avoid when Feng Shouyun, who was determined to procrastinate?What are you waiting for?
(Shad Grandma's breathing sound...internal injury!)
Geng Zhao's thoughts were heard: Xue Yanqing, who could not lie, told him personally that his grandmother had suffered a great internal ingenuity; the Ming girl fought against Qushu in Lianjue Temple, and almost destroyed Tianluoxiang's backbone with her own strength, making the grandmother unable to take matters. Xue Yanqing was incited by Mr. Gui and made the wrong judgment of sniping general... At this time, the grandmother was afraid that even standing and speaking was approaching her limit.What she wanted to avoid was to fight him!
The thought fell, and Geng Zhao's arms grew rapidly, and he took the wings to hunt the clouds' head.
Feng Shouyun sneered, and his staff shrank, avoiding the young man's fingers, but he did not withdraw his body to retreat, so as not to consume the little energy left. He relied on his rich experience in facing the enemy and could always avoid the attack in the most dangerous moment with the smallest movements. As for the fact that he was unable to counterattack, he only avoided not attack, or there were other pictures, it was not known.
Gengzhao's dantian was empty, and his thick true energy disappeared without a trace. He relied on his young blood-supporting arms to rush in. The treasure box hands were wonderful, as if dozens of arms were transformed out of thin air, but he was holding the head of a stick, holding the etiquette of the younger generation asking for advice from the elders, and it also meant that men and women were not close to each other.Although Baoqi's hand had a palm at the bottom and an arm outside the arm, its dazzling power was inevitably discounted under many concerns. Even so, this round of airtight rushing still had the effect. The two of them went back and forth for more than 30 times. Geng Zhao flipped his wrist and grabbed it, and his fingertips brushed across the brocade sleeves of Fengshouyun. In theory, it should be that the strength of the robe brocade was penetrated, giving birth to a soft and tough invisible force. The following three variants were divided into three upper, middle and lower lines, like collecting the fishing line. No matter which one could pull the old woman close, even if it was to lose weight, it would fall without getting stuck.
Helplessly, Geng Zhao was weak and unable to follow his heart, but he just had his shape. After Grandma Feng waved her sleeve, her whole right arm swung open. Grandma's head of the stick was handed out and hit his chest.
This move is not unpleasant, but Geng Zhao is still about forty years younger than her. Regardless of internal strength, the spirituality of ears, eyes, and muscles and bones, it should be far superior to the old woman who is over sensible to her ears. She turned her right palm in time and said, "Bang!With a sound, he caught the head of the stick engraved with a spider-shaped body.Unexpectedly, Feng Shouyun raised his mouth slightly, let go of his hand, and pointed it like a sword, bullied Geng Zhao's arms at an unimaginable angle and speed, and poked the Danzhong point heavily!
Geng Zhao was still holding a quinoa stick in his hand, and the outcome was decided in an instant.His eyes were dark, and he fell down to the sword pointing in his chest. Countless thoughts passed by his mind like lightning, and only then did he realize that he was defeated without any grievance.
Zi Feng Shouyun appeared, and his words and actions, movements and observations were all for delivering this extremely dangerous sword that was contrary to common sense and seeking victory in defeat when he took action.Old age, injury, bad behavior... may not be all fake, but it is more carefully arranged and cleverly disguised. The purpose is to relax the opponent's defense and win with one blow.If Geng Zhao had not been self-righteous and had not pressed each other forcing each other, he would have been hit as soon as he got started and would have been defeated faster and worse than this time.
He deeply regrets his impotent.
Even if he can survive Tian Luoxiang's torture and forced confession, he will never reveal any news about Miss Ming, but... what should Huang Ying do?The girl in black has been peeping in secret, and must have known that Huang Ying is on the same side as him. Now that she has been captured, who will save Huang Ying from danger?
It’s all my fault... it’s all my fault!
(A Ying!)
Geng Zhao woke up from a terrible dream. He wanted to get up, but when he moved, he realized that his whole body was weak and he could not use any strength. For a moment, he thought that his meridians were broken, and he became a useless person since then, and he couldn't help but sweat.
Are you awake?A crisp and sweet female voice shouted happily, bringing a fair and round face with curved eyelashes and big eyes.The girl's plump and white body, which was not as blood-wailing as he had dreams, was shattered and cracked by the terrifying torture instruments, and every shrill wound seemed to be tucked into his heart; except for a hint of fatigue between his eyebrows, as if he was not sleeping, her description could be called a spirited spirit, and she was definitely not a prisoner at the stairs. Even the clothes on her body were changed from translucent gauze to a yellow-flowered skirt with apricot-colored half-arm. At least he didn't have to worry about where to glance at her eyes.
Does your body still hurt?I've given you a bucket of water and wiped your chest. Huang Ying smiled and squinted her eyes. As she said to herself, she skillfully wrung out the snow-white cotton towel. Suddenly, the man reached out to grab her small wrist and said hoarsely: A Ying... A Ying!Are they...will make things difficult for you?
Huang Ying was hurt by him, her pretty face turned pale, but she held back and didn't hum and thought to herself: He just woke up, and the first thing he thought of was me.I couldn't help but feel happy, my cheeks were hot, I gently stroked the back of his hand, rubbed his tight thoughts, bit my lips and smiled: Grandma didn't make things difficult for me.It is delicious and has good food and accommodation here, and it also has beautiful clothes to wear. If you enter and exit freely, it is not much different from the fairyland.
Geng Zhao felt relieved, and his thoughts gradually resumed, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious; the disordered confusion in his brain suddenly couldn't figure it out, and he asked casually: How long have I been in a coma?Huang Ying tilted her head and thought for a while, frowned and said: Almost two days.If there is no sunshine here, we can't tell you the right time; we have been here for six meals, so it should be two days.
Geng Zhao's last memory segment was stuck in being poked by Feng Shouyun and pointed. Could it be that someone saved them from Grandma Chen?No, it was grandma who saved you.Huang Ying shook her head and suddenly lowered her voice: I don’t know what’s going on, I’m here when I wake up.That old pious woman asked me to take care of you. I see that she treats you very well. Maybe she is interested in you.I also felt funny, and with a puff, I pursed my lips and bit my lips, revealing an ambiguous smile of a lustful little girl.
Geng Zhao-2 King Kong couldn't touch his head, but he couldn't help laughing. He was a little broad-minded and suddenly heard someone interview outside the door:
Strictly speaking, it was him who saved me, not me who saved him.With a clamor, I pushed the door and entered, and it was the hunting clouds.Huang Ying was shocked and didn't know how much she had taught her to listen. She quickly stood up and bowed her head, placed her hands in front of her knees with her obediently, and replied obediently: Grandma.
Feng Shouyun didn't even look at her, and walked past her with layers of brocade and silk skirts, leaving a faint sentence: Let's go out.I sat directly on the edge of the bed, squinted my eyes and looked at Geng Zhao's complexion.Geng Zhao originally wanted to take advantage of her pulse and suddenly started to attack. For this reason, she concentrated her mind and accumulated strength. Only then did she find that there seemed to be a wisp of green fire in her dantian, which seemed to be coiled in her dantian. Although it was extremely weak, it was at least not empty.
(She said I saved her...what does it mean?)
After hesitating for a moment, Feng Shouyun had already stood up from the bed and sat on a Qi pier by the side, without touching Geng Zhao from beginning to end.The two of them looked at each other, and Grandma Tian seemed to see his thoughts and smiled: You should have a brilliant internal strength, but for some reason, the skills in your body suddenly disappeared without a trace. The meridians were obviously not damaged, and the method of luck and practicing the exercises was the same as before. It was just that you lost your true energy, right?
Geng Zhao thought to himself: It’s related to the strange phenomenon in me!He no longer had unrealistic expectations for Feng Shouyun. The spy who was captured by Wu Feng did not torture him, but regarded him as a guest of honor. There must be something strange about it.Besides, if you want to know the recovery of the injury, taking the pulse is the most reliable method. There are so-called "looking, listening, asking, and severing" in the diagnosis method. When you examine the patient, you can see that there are reasons why you cannot touch him.All Geng Zhao could think of was the bottomless abyss in his body that swallowed all his skills.
Seeing that his face was gloomy and unresponsive, Feng Shouyun said happily: A few days ago, I, Tianluoxiang, came an extremely powerful opponent and killed many disciples of our sect. I led the elites in the sect to round up them up, but I didn't expect that the man was tricked, and the generals and the soldiers were damaged, and the casualties were heavy, and even I was injured.
Geng Zhao thought to himself: This is about Miss Ming.I heard Feng Shouyun say again: The man had a very thorough understanding of Tianluoxiang and developed a unique technique to break through the Abdominal Infant Technique. Once its strength penetrated into the body, it would be like a spark that was stained with saltpeter, which would blow up the five internal blood, break out of the body, and it would be extremely tragic.
Her words were plain and she had a smile on her face, as if she was talking about something strange in the countryside, but Geng Zhao was creepy when she heard it, thinking of Yue Chenfeng's purple thunder Jue.
Ming Zhexue's magical skills are both cultivated with Yue Chenfeng, and she has learned a lot about what they have learned. Moreover, Ming Zhexue has removed the inner demonic obstacles of thunder power in his body and suppressed the Bihuo Gong. She has a lot of experience in the exchanges and transformations between the two same-original martial arts. Even if the complete Purple Divine Palm is not enough, she wants to simulate the amazing power of thunder power breaking the body, which is whether she wants it or not.
Tianluoxiang's internal strength follows the path of the pure Yin lineage. Yin and Yang are both repulsive and induce each other, and mutually restrain each other. Tianluoxiang improves the pure Yin body through the path of absorbing yang energy. It may also cause a little yang energy to invade the dantian and react violently with the yin force, such as igniting fire in oil, which eventually leads to a major disaster.If the method of collecting and replenishing evils used by Ying Youyu and others is the explanation of the former, Mingzhanxue is the principle of the latter, which will directly destroy the benefits and cause great harm. Killing Tianluoxiang sects caught people off guard and expanded the results to the extreme.
Geng Zhaowu Ting Ying and Xia Ershu mentioned the battle in Lianjue Temple, and then pieced together the clips of Huang Ying listening to it. He thought that even if Miss Ming had the most martial arts and was scheming, she could not beat four hands with her two fists. How could she choose the elite of Tianluoxiang with one person?Only then did I realize it suddenly.Mingzhanxue may have prepared for that day for most of his life, even defiling his body, helping Yue Chenfeng steal the Tiger King Temple, digging out the "Tiger Talisman Seven Gods" and other things, seem to have reasonable explanations.
Xue Yanqing is a straight-hearted person. To put it nicely, she is open-minded and bright, but in fact she is not understanding the worldly affairs.From Mingzhanxue's standpoint, if you want to paralyze Tianluoxiang, your primary goal is to win the battle of Lianjue Temple. Even if you defeat the eight guardians, it would not be considered a win.With Miss Ming's ability, even if grandma is lucky enough to keep her breath, she will not be too far from death.
Feng Shouyun looked into his eyes, as if he lowered his thoughts and read them clearly. He brushed his skirt and knees with his hands freely, and smiled calmly: Do you know Heng'er, right?Geng Zhao was shocked when he came back to his senses and thought to himself: Heng'er?Is it the real name of Miss Ming?He had not deceived Feng Shouyun and was hesitating about how to answer, but Feng Shouyun did not wait for him to respond, straightened the skirt cloth on his knees and said with a smile:
If I want to find her, I don’t need to go through anyone and just release the news that my grandma is not dead, and she will come by herself.That girl knows better than anyone else that Tianluo Xiang will never die unless I fall down.Besides, the old woman looked up at him.Although she was smiling, Geng Zhao was shocked, as if she was transparent before her and could not hide any thoughts.The true energy in your dantian is of the same origin as Heng'er's external learning department; you are chasing Xun'er's body skills in the corridor, which is clearly the hanging online game wall of this sect; not to mention that you are going against Yu'er. Tianluo's Heart Picking Arts
The method of refining and refining... It doesn't show the origin of your relationship with her, grandma is really confused.
I have no intention of getting news about her from you.Feng Shouyun smiled and said seriously:
You just need to know that no matter what, I will never and will not allow others to hurt you.You don’t need to deceive me in anything, because you can’t deceive me, and deceiving me will not do you any benefit. No matter what you want, I will help you, regardless of the reasons or the price.In this way, can you change your perspective and calm down and listen to what I want to tell you?
Geng Zhao even asked why, and he didn't believe a word about what Feng Shouyun said.Although the old woman did not torture and even treated Huang Ying well when he was unable to resist, these were just techniques of being gentle and temporary.
Compared to Miss Ming's whereabouts, she may have more important things to be resolved. For example, Geng Zhao encountered such a transaction of life. Coincidentally, his cooperation with the Five Emperors Caves was based on Yue Chenfeng's purple thunder clue, and Feng Shouyun was willing to put down his figure and show goodwill to a prisoner. It may be that Miss Ming hit the thunder spirit into her body. Seeing that forcibly suppressing it will become a serious problem, and a dead horse will be a living horse.
Take us out of the valley, and I will help you get rid of the thunder spirit.Geng Zhao carefully considered the words and words to avoid the conditions proposed being misinterpreted.I only treat the treatment outside the valley, and then delay, and I will bear the consequences.
Feng Shouyun was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then shook her head for a moment. A helpless smile was pursed at the corner of her mouth with a deep fish tail.
I said that I was healed and you saved my life.Now, we have to save you.The old woman said in a deep voice: It's shameful. In order to control you that day, I used all my strength to poke the finger of the Danzhong point on your chest. I couldn't suppress the alien yang energy in the meridians for a while. I was about to burn all the internal energy. Unexpectedly, the abyss in your body that swallowed the inner breath not only eliminated the strength of my fingertips, but also sucked the alien yang energy planted by Heng'er, without leaving any drops.If you hadn't fallen into a coma, take off your snare, and suck it like this, I'm afraid I'd be dead here to talk to you.
This can explain why Feng Shouyun dared not touch him so far, even though Geng Zhao was still half-believing and half-doubting.Even if Feng Shouyun is a man of kindness, he can thank him more than his own interests. What's more, Geng Zhao had no intention of saving him at that time. At best, he was just a mistake. Compared with Feng Shouyun's statement that I will help you is simply unconvincing.
Feng Shouyun had already foresaw his doubts, and did not show any resentment. He continued: I don’t know why you are young, so you have such a strong internal strength. But if not, you have been swallowed up by the residual fist power in your body. Not only are your internal strength gone, but you may not even be able to keep your flesh, flesh, tendons and veins, and you were sucked into a pair of white bones, and your death was tragic.
Remnant Fist!
This is the second time Geng Zhao has heard these two words.Feng Shouyun once assisted the three generations of Tianluoxiang sect leader, and was the most respected elder among the Seven Mysteries. She had a wide range of knowledge. She and the gray-robed guest said that this was a broken fist, and she was afraid it was not groundless.Geng Zhao was very careful about her, but after all, she was more curious than cautious, and she couldn't help but shake her head:
I... I have never practiced any broken boxing, nor have I heard of this martial arts.What exactly is the remnant boxing?
Why do you keep swallowing the energy and turn all the power of the internal strength of the fist and palm into nothingness?
I asked a person this question decades ago, but that person was ignorant and very slick, and he was not serious. He made me angry when I heard it.As for the annoying answer that I couldn't figure out, I didn't leave any impression.
I don’t know if it was Geng Zhao’s illusion, when Feng Shouyun said these few words, the steep face lines seemed to become soft, her smile was distant, but she was indifferent and self-sustaining, as if an old wooden carved clay doll suddenly injected into life, and all emotions became fresh and no longer turned into decay as time passed, and became smoke and dust.
Remnant boxing is a kind of martial arts.
As soon as the words were spoken, the old woman seemed to have misunderstood the misunderstandings, and she became meaningless nonsense without realizing it.It's not one, but one.The remnant boxing is different from the Dongzhou martial arts I know, and cannot be explained by existing martial arts theories. Although the person said that what I heard from me was arguing, now that I think about it, it is not completely unreasonable, so I can only speculate and try it out.
Geng Zhao didn't dare to be stubborn, so he clasped his fists and said: Please give me some advice.
Feng Shouyun smiled.Your internal strength is so profound that you can take the remaining energy of the residual fist for several days and nights and have not died. Looking at Dongzhou, this attainment is rare among the young generation, even among famous masters. If there is no adventure from a wise master, it will be difficult to have it.Let me ask you: What is internal strength?
Geng Zhao thought about it.It's qi.All things in the world have qi; the method of practicing internal strength is to create a concrete and small world in the meridians, moving like a six-member flowing, thus surpassing ordinary people who have never practiced martial arts.
The way of internal cultivation is to nourish qi and luck. Those who are good at nourishing qi will have immortality. However, if they are used in martial arts, the method of using it is more important than the number of methods.
Having this experience is enough to match the high internal strength cultivation.Feng Shouyun nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and said with a smile: Then I will ask you again, what is the basis for the internal energy?
Based on the ideation.Geng Zhao didn't think about it and replied: The internal energy is invisible and has no substance, and it is not as good as the muscles, bones and muscles. It must be guided by thoughts to clarify the mind and reflect the emptiness and lightness.
Feng Shouyun nodded and said: What I know about martial arts, whether it is superb or superficial, is based on this, but the residual fist is different.When ordinary martial arts practices to the point of thinking, you must continue to accumulate internal strength, or use the left-handed method to stimulate potential to be driven by thoughts. The one who follows the order is the authentic internal master, and the one who takes advantage of the tricks is the evil skill; the accumulation of more results is the magic skill, and the result with twice the effort is the mediocre.
However, the practice of internal strength in the residual boxing is just an introduction. After thinking, another step is to sit and forget. You must fall into the body, abandon your intelligence, and leave your body and wisdom before you can be the same as the great way.Blindly accumulating internal strength is to go on a fork in the way. Only by giving up your attachment to internal and external qualities can you sublimate your thoughts and make them understand the world without being ignorant, and you will have no worries in a moment.
Geng Zhao did not know Taoist books, otherwise when he heard this, he would know that these were methods to teach people to cultivate immortals and liberation. Even Taoist priests who received the certificates and documents might not believe them all, let alone those who practice martial arts?It made him feel that this statement was too vague.
Although the practice of internal strength is not based on sight, it can easily see the movement of internal energy with the naked eye, but it must be practiced with sweat and practiced in a practical manner, and it is impossible to take any tricks.Even though Geng Zhao had a series of adventures, he had such a deep foundation, but after the Three Wars of Lotus Platform, he was repeatedly tempered on the edge of life and death, and he felt like he was now the first to see the mystery of the hall. He fell into his body and was dispelled from intelligence. It was better than being attached to images. He really didn't want to think or move, wouldn't he sit in a daze?
The great talk about hunting clouds is far more than this.
After sitting and forgetting, the divine understanding is that since the mind and mind can communicate with the world and are not limited by external things, the power of the world and all things can be used by you.If internal power is to shape a concrete and small world in the meridians, let you move like a six-member, the divine interpretation is to make the universe and the world become you. If you imagine yourself as the wind, it is as light as a feather, and it is so happy for thousands of miles; if you imagine yourself as a cloud, it will aggregate, disperse and change without perpetuity... It is about this.She stared at Geng Zhao's face, suddenly laughed out loud, and covered her mouth and said:
I finally understood why he smiled so happily at that time.It turns out that my expression is like this.
Geng Zhao was stunned and couldn't help but shake his head, frowned and said: Have you ever asked that person how he practiced his divine understanding?The statement can be empty and ethereal, but the process of cultivation is not.He can use the broken boxing, because he must have found a practical method.
Feng Shouyun seemed to be very impressed by his reaction. He raised his eyebrows, curled his smile, and said seriously: He said it was for someone to beat.The strange man who was rumored to have his martial arts fights with him every day, and every time he attacks, he will fight to the death as if he has a deep hatred.
Every time he woke up and found that he was still alive, his skills improved one level; one day, his body suddenly felt itchy, as if he had a small hole in his needle, which was his original words and strength was poured out. At that time, his master would not dare to hold back when he was fighting with him. In a few days, he ran away while he was sleeping to death. Maybe he was worried that his disciple would take revenge, and he also beat him to death.
These words were not Feng Shouyun's own tone. Geng Zhao could see a silhouette of the man from the inadvertent expression of nostalgia and the unprepared smile, as if she was sitting beside the old woman in a gorgeous dress, blowing her with golden sword, which made her angry and funny, and couldn't help pinching her sleeves to cover her mouth... Geng Zhao returned to reality from her imagination.There is no need for Feng Shouyun to lie to him, to take his life. She has more chances to start, but it is still the same at this moment. Although there are evil people who deceive people and have fun in the world, he cannot see the malice in the old woman who enjoys playing with others.
Is it possible... she is the one who holds the wrong expectations?
She mistakenly regarded herself as a descendant of her old friend.Through the strange remnant fist, the old woman connects the strange boy who appears by chance with the deceased old friend, repairs the wound, seeks comfort, and even makes up for regrets in the process of recalling.
Geng Zhaoming understood that he had nothing to do with that man. Although his biological parents were humble, they had a clear origin. They were as good as their adoptive father Geng Laotie, and they were not involved in the martial arts world.His martial arts were benefited from Miss Ming. Although there were many adventures afterwards, there was no one like the one described by grandma.She must have made a mistake, outrageously wrong.
Considering the situation, such a misunderstanding is better than a great blessing for Geng Zhao.If Geng Zhao hadn't imagined how sensible and cruel the old man showed by the scheming and cruelty that Shouyun showed at the bottom of the corridor after mistakenly thinking that he was an old friend, Geng Zhao would not dare to imagine how harsh and vicious the methods of this great elder would be.
However, for some reason, if he could, he did not want to take advantage of this great opportunity that fell from the sky.As if in order to break free from the strong sense of rejection, Geng Zhao shook her head and followed her words:
Although my younger generation often teaches people to be beaten halfway, they have never gained any benefits from internal injuries and external injuries.Before this, I have never heard of the name of "Resident Fist", nor have I learned it. Since this resident Fist has such terrifying power, why is it not famous in the world? Have you never heard of any senior master?
Feng Shouyun smiled indifferently.
Because it changed its name.
Change the name?There are many unique skills in the world that have been improved and repaired, but no matter how they change it, it is only because of the consideration of the inheritance of the sect.Under the name of a set of fist and swords with a loud font size, it often contains many factions, which are made by each family or are different, but they are all named to show their sect.As terrible martial arts as the Cancel Fist, practitioners want to change their names, but they can't control the whispers in the world, and they will never disappear or show them easily with other appearances.
Before Dugu Yì ascended the throne, he practiced two martial arts with his broken fist and defeated sword, and was invincible.After becoming emperor, the ministers below flattered him and could not call him this name. He said that it was an ominous sign and it hurt the country's fortunes, so he was renamed the Imperial Fist and Sword.Feng Shouyun sneered:
They are all called "Imperial Fist and Sword Control", can anyone else practice it?Isn’t this accusation of being a usurped person, who searches the house, or who exterminates the family?The emperor was unable to even establish a sect. He could only watch his unique skills be lost and no one followed him, and he was alone in the imperial city.Dealing with warriors is the most toxic scheming.
Geng Zhao was shocked and struggled to sit up.
Remaining Fist... Remaining Fist is Emperor Taizu Wu’s martial arts?
Feng Shouyun smiled and said: Who else can it be invincible? He is the only one. There was a hint of pride in his expression. Geng Zhao's mind was buzzing, and all kinds of miscellaneous consciousness came in, like a bee: the strange abyss of sucking skills in his body appeared since he tried his best to use the "Falling Feather Sky Style" by the stream. It was hard to tell whether it was the remnant of this move or the martial arts of the gray-robed guest.
If it were done by the strange man in gray robe, this person might be related to Emperor Taizu Wu, which is much more reliable than the Luoyu Tianshi, which was not effective at that time.Geng Zhao did not believe that the awkward sword technique created with his narrow insights and crude designs could recreate the fame of Emperor Taizu Wu. Although the behavior of the gray-robed guest was inconsistent with the rumored upright Taizu, the two of them had the same martial arts skills and were unfathomable. Maybe they were even older, and it seemed that they had any connection between them, it seemed that they were not surprising.
Feng Shouyun looked at him.You really don’t know how the remaining fist power in your body came from?
Geng Zhao shook his head honestly.I was knocked down from the mountain stream by a masked gray man, and I was like this when I woke up.If the vision on me does come from the martial arts of the Cancel Fist, then the man in the gray robe must be involved with Emperor Taizu Wu. Maybe... Taizu still lives in this world?
This time it was Feng Shouyun's turn to shake his head.He is dead, I know, but there is no successor to the Canquan in this world, and even his favorite seventeenth brother Dugu Ji was unable to pass on it.I once asked him why he didn't teach Dugu Jicanquan. He smiled and said: It's too late. I wanted him to practice more happily and have a more sense of accomplishment, so I passed on him a set of convenient methods to practice internal strength.I didn't pay attention to it all at once. His internal skills have been so high. His conviction has come true. It is difficult to turn back and follow my path!It's not easy to practice.Why bother to come?
I said: Your brother listened to you so much, can’t you let him practice again?He smiled so badly, and approached and said: Then I will let you practice harder, are you willing to listen to me?I thought about it for a long time, but I was reluctant to make up my mind. Only then did I realize that practicing this martial arts is as difficult as reaching the sky, and it was difficult from the beginning.If I hadn't found a child who was as heartless as a blank paper, who could have cultivated internal strength and given up since childhood?
The grey-robed guest's internal strength was amazing, which was not consistent with what Feng Shouyun said, but Geng Zhao would rather believe that he had met an old friend of Emperor Taizu Wu, or even himself.If there is no other person in the world who can use the remnant fist, how can the senior determine that it is not Emperor Taizu Wu?
Feng Shouyun took out a small piece of wooden board from the chest of the bedside cabinet and placed it carefully on the edge of the bed.Geng Zhao then realized that it was a hard-lined embroidered gold book. There were thread-coated silk book between thin plates wrapped in brocade satin on both sides, but there was not even a word in the book. There were scattered paper heads of different sizes and thicknesses between pages, and a book of ink-absorbing books used to clip paintings.
Geng Zhao sat up and opened the cover. He saw that the piece of paper was yellowed and old, covered with folds, as if it had been pinched into a ball and then spread it finely. The paper was painted with charcoal branches and a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The short brown body was covered with looseness, revealing his strong and strong chest, and holding a pair of men's soft boots in his hand, which was dripping with water. Although the picture only painted above the chest and the right hand holding the boot, he could imagine that he was barefoot and waded by the water. His brushstrokes were a little immature, but his mastery of the charm was extremely vivid.
That was our first time to meet.Feng Shouyun hugged her knees and lowered her head, staring at the sketch of the charcoal branch, showing a hint of gentleness on her face.He caused my banknote to fall into the water and said he would pick it up for me.I wanted to crush his throat with one claw, but I couldn't recognize the nature of the water. I thought I would kill him when I caught it.I didn't know what interesting things I thought of, so I couldn't help laughing.
Geng Zhao flipped through the sketch and found that there were indeed a large black and red ink stain that was faintly unfolded. The picture was actually painted on the back of the cabinet ticket.Thinking that Grandma Qian, who was in charge of Tianluoxiang, was good at painting. When Grandma was painting this painting, she might be very young. When she thought that the person in the painting was Emperor Taizu Wu, who was famous all over the world... Geng Zhao felt that it was extremely unreal.If this is a trap, it would be too complicated and delicate. Even Huang Lao's past has become a helper of accomplices, so that he can feel a sense of nostalgia and intoxication.
The next few pictures are also sketches of charcoal branches, and the people in the paintings are dressed similarly. The paper heads of the paintings are torn off from the tent book, and the lower half of the old Spring Festival couplets; the background is from the waterside, the mountainside, and even the night stars of the bonfire, and it seems that the traces of the two people traveling.There is also a picture of Dugu Yì sleeping. He has a red body and a strong arms that stretch freely. He is both tired and innocent.
Geng Zhao is no longer an ignorant boy who doesn’t know human affairs. The warmth contained in this painting is so strong that it almost reveals the paper.Only after lingering, the girl who is extremely satisfied with her body and mind will secretly embrace the quilt at night and leave a child's innocent sleeping face on the silk she carried with her.
He looked up at Feng Shouyun and saw all the old woman in the world who had already passed the age of shy separation. She only lowered her eyes and smiled, and whispered: From the beginning, we knew it was a marriage, at least I knew it.At that time, I was the youngest messenger in the sect, ambitious and never thought of spending my life with an unknown fishing village boy.
There is only so much I can give, and he can't afford it no matter how much it is.
Geng Zhao flipped over a pile of charcoal sketches and finally saw a colorful ink on his head. The man in the painting still had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he changed into a fast boot robe, and a piece of tassel white jade fell on his belt. Although people wanted to wear clothes, Buddha and gold clothes, for some reason they always felt that this outfit was not suitable for him.
...Later, he was taken to the General's Mansion in Zhendong. I realized that he was the eldest son of Dugu Zhiming, and even he himself did not know.I kept thinking about how sad he would be when he left him one day. I practiced for that day for a long time... Unexpectedly, he left me first.
The paper drawn at the back no longer seems so messy.The carefully cut paper, like a letter paper, is painted with Dugu Yì in military uniform and armor. The painter is more exquisite than the previous page. The layout is always regular. People are in the center, the sky and the earth are white, and the front, middle and back scenery are in a well-rounded manner. The ink must be filled in detail afterwards, but there is no need to capture the rise and eagerness of a certain moment.
More importantly, between paintings, it can be seen that the young man has gradually become a young man. Dugu Yì's figure has lengthened, and the thinness and thinness that belongs to the young man has gradually been replaced by solidity and burly. Each picture is longer and is portrayed more meticulously, but there are a few pictures that have not been finished, or they are halfway through the drawing, and they are wiped out randomly with heavy colors and thick ink. In the end, they are still reluctant to throw them away and are put into the booklet.
We have never broken off contact, and perhaps it is harder to separate completely than we imagined.At that time, we were all exhausted by the things around us, and no one wanted to add any more points and get together.Grandma smiled faintly.Except for the years when fighting, he came to see me every year, stayed overnight and left before dawn.Even after ascending the throne, we always encounter it once every three or two years. On the seventh day of the fifth month, we were mostly waiting for him in the boathouse on the lakeside of Taohuawu in Taoyuan Village.
It is hard for Geng Zhao to imagine what kind of agreement this is.There is no book reciprocity, no news communication, one side is the 95th master who is busy with everything, and the other side is the evil leader who is fighting for alliances and hegemony in the world. Is it love, love, carnal desire or friendship between them?I'm afraid that even the two of them can't explain clearly.
So, he must be dead.Feng Shouyun said: For more than 20 years, I have been to Taohuawu every year, but I have never seen him again.If it weren't for the death, how could this be done?
This does not explain Feng Shouyun's attitude towards Geng Zhao.Missing Dugu Yì is one thing. Perhaps in her mind, the invincible Dugu Yì could never die suddenly. She still went to the small house in Taoyuan Village every year, waiting for the man to suddenly pass through the shade of shed willows and appear silently behind him, but Dugu Yì would not become a teenager. There is no one as old as Geng Zhao in his generation. Besides, Geng Zhao's appearance is nothing like the person in the painting.Could it be that the old woman admits to death is just a broken box?
When we met for the last time, he said: I came back to Donghai to find a successor for Canquan.Unfortunately, he came one step late. That boy was not talented and had a good time practicing his internal skills and sword skills. Now it would be difficult to teach him how to practice harder.Well, each has its own fate, so there is no need to force it.Since I'm here, why don't I pass it to you?
Seeing that he was stunned, Feng Shouyun was not at all displeased. She brushed her skirt and said happily:
You have to take everything he said seriously, and all his heads are so angry.I just said that I was teasing me and sneered at him: Do you know I can't practice, but do you want to be angry with me?Who knew that he really took out a stack of paper from his arms, and his head was filled with words filled with dog crawling, and he didn't talk about the rules and layout. In short, it was ugly and he could tell at a glance that it was his handwriting.
I thought to myself that he had become the emperor, so I couldn't find a grand sage to use to polish it. At least I just pasted it into a scroll?Who do you want to blind this ugly thing?Before he could make fun of him, he thought again: No, this time he was serious.He didn't want others to know about the things written on this paper, so he could only think about them and secretly write them. After writing, he immediately rushed to Donghai to find his successor.
Geng Zhao frowned and murmured: This is strange.Emperor Taizu said that Dugu Ji had already achieved his opinion, and he must never turn back to practice the remnant boxing. Is there any other suitable successor in the East China Sea in his mind?Feng Shouyun smiled and said: You are much smarter than you, and you immediately got the clue.Geng Zhao smiled bitterly: I am the current generation who praises me.The two looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere eased a lot without realizing it.
He has always been... not a ruler.After a while, Feng Shouyun sighed lightly and shook his head and said:
What kind of sects have been established and the name has been preserved forever, and I have no confidence in it.What he did was just something he wanted to do, or something he felt he had to do.When we met, he would always bring some small things to please me. Sometimes it was delicious pastries, and sometimes it was a beautiful wild flower picked by the roadside.I never love these things, it's all his joy.
She looked up at Geng Zhao, suddenly pursed a meaningful and smiling lips, squinted her eyes and said: All I want is martial arts.When I was young, I just wanted to overwhelm my peers and become one of the sects as soon as possible; when I held great power, I was dedicated to assisting the sect leader to remedy the shortcomings of the internal strength of this sect that was not enough to control the martial arts skills of the "Tianluo Jing". To be honest, I was able to rise to the top in the sect and my promotion was so smooth, which was somewhat of a blessing from him.
When we were in love, he always taught me everything I wanted to learn, without hiding my own selfishness.I learned to defeat the sword, and I was afraid that Dugu was still too early, but then he had a rough idea and there were still many things that were not yet perfected. Later, when I saw him performing it again, it was quite different from what he taught back then, but his intention to seek help was fading, and it was not bad to keep it true.
The mysterious sword move that Ying Youyu used was the prototype of this unfinished defeated sword.
Geng Zhao remembered the quick-spicy sword technique that Ying Youyu fought with the girl in black and sought victory in danger. Although it was not invincible, it had a hard-to-dressed and wild nature. When you face the enemy, you really couldn't defend yourself.The sword-like thick blank created by Emperor Taizu Wu at a young age is so sharp. What a complete defeated sword that he has tempered and defeated countless masters. What amazing power should it have!
The "Tianluo Sutra", which is known as the first martial arts of the Seven Profound Profounds, is the biggest secret of Tianluo Xiang. Not only does outsiders not know it, but it is also secretly in the sect. It is like a candidate for the sect leader like Mingzhanxue, or a person with great power like Grandma, can only be heard by him.Although Geng Zhao heard from Miss Ming that he had not expected that Feng Shouyun would confess to him. He felt mixed feelings and still had a trace of caution, and he became more and more indifferent from now on.
Grandma continued: He and Xiao Jianzhi, who buried the imperial sword tomb, were taught by a division of the first division, and he did not hide Xiao Jianzhi's martial arts skills from me.Old Xiao still knows nothing. I will take a little bit of his unique skills, the Cloud Sea Cangmang Art and the Eight-Popular Dragon Sword.
Geng Zhao's heart moved slightly and pondered: I heard that Taizu and Lao Taicheng Xiao were fighting, so I angrily demoted him from the capital.Could it be... He wanted to hand over this manuscript to Tai Cheng, but he couldn't hold this face down, so he entrusted his senior, but he hoped that one day, Tai Cheng could get it from the senior?
Feng Shouyun's whole body was shaken, and his faint smile seemed to be shaken away, leaving only a trace of remnants condensed on his face eroded by the years.She had to remeasure the boy in front of her: at first she thought he was quick-witted, but then she found that he was as careful as a hair, not easily confused by the chaotic external objects, and could always focus on the details.At this point, she felt that he had an extremely sharp intuition about human relationships and worldly affairs, which was enough to cross the ruins of time that stretched through it and see the kindness and sincerity hidden behind it.
He really...was you sent it?
Do you still remember that you left something with me and remembered to come and get it?Really!Just look at it... you know it's you!
The old woman was silent for a long time, as if she didn't want to leave from her thoughts. After a moment, she picked up her sleeve and found the corner of her eyes and sighed.
It's not Xiao Jian's paper.He said, if someone appears in the future, you will give it to him. I don’t know when he will come, what he will look like, and whose name is... I can’t wait for that time, so will the charlatan.I've never seen him as depressed as if he had done something so big that he could never make up for it.
He said: My master asked us to wait for the opportunity to save the people. When the alien race appeared, we thought it was time... If you had seen the alien race, you would know that they were not a bit like humans, and they were all ghosts. Who doesn’t think that the world is going to be in chaos when they see it, and the demons are coming?
But we were wrong. Time hasn't come yet. The alien race is just a bubble before the water rolls, and the real killing thing has not arrived yet. I was both wrong with the charlatan, it was ridiculously wrong. I used the powerful generals and heroes who were rare in a century to fight for the world, so that they could die and scatter, and then I realized that the target they were going to fight had not yet appeared... What if it came tomorrow? Han Pofan and Wu Dengyong are no longer there. If I lose, who will save the people?
Geng Zhao listened to her murmur and recited the rascal content, fully understanding how such simple, chaotic and disorganized words could be remembered for decades.It sounds so intimidating in the quiet room. If Dugu Yì, who is invincible in the world, would be so strange!
I've never seen him worry so much.He was not afraid, but he was anxious, as if everything was messed up, but he couldn't find the corresponding way.After that time, I never saw him again. The next year, the news of the emperor's death came from Pingwang. I just thought he was a fraud to escape from the court to get rid of the gang of officials who made him breathless.I hoped that he was tired of playing in the distance every year, and finally returned to Taohuawu, so that I could return this bunch of paper to him.
Geng Zhao turned the brocade booklet into the second half, and there were no more pictures in the ink-absorbed silk, but instead they were pieces of paper full of crooked small regular script.Senior, he didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he hurriedly closed the book and wanted to hand it back, but Feng Shouyun shook his head and did not stretch out his hand.
I couldn't understand a word about what he said that day. I only know that at this critical moment, you suddenly came to Lenglugu with the remaining power of the fist. Just like what he said, you remembered these paper heads at a glance, and you would never make a mistake. So, I can't let you die like that. The old woman smiled indifferently, but her eyes were shining with a sturdy light.
We still have time to find a way to save your life from it.If Dugu Yì is right, you may be the one who wants to replace him to save the people of the world.
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