Nightfall Chapter 7: Zhanxue (Part 2)
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter Seven, Snow Slashing (Part 2)
Chapter Seven Breaking Snow (Part 2)
The monk of Moon Wheel Kingdom wanted to smash the lovely Tmall woman into mash with an iron rod, and shouted my Buddha mercy. That's why Ning Que put the long slender Pudao on the monk's neck and said that Master Sheng didn't seem to understand compassion.
The skin around the monk's neck trembles slightly because of the chill on the blade. He looked at Ning Que's clothes, his face was alarmed, and his voice was slightly mute and asked: "Tangren?"
Ning defect nodded.
The monk forcibly calmed his mind, looked at him at the other end through a slender blade, and said, "You are a sneak attack."
Ning Que did not look at him, looked at the few snowflakes slowly falling on the blade, and said: "You have the final say."
The monk didn't expect his answer to be like this. For a while, he didn't know how to answer the conversation. The black cheeks under the hat were stiff from shame, and he said in a deep voice, "Is it unreasonable?"
Ning Que looked at him and smiled, and said, "I haven't seen you make any sense just now."
The monk is speechless.
Ning Que looked at the face in the shadow of the hat and suddenly asked, "How do you think it should end?"
The monk's eyes lit up under the hat, and he looked at him and said: "The poor monk refuses to accept, fight again."
The Tmall woman closest to the two listened to the monk's words, her face flushed red and taunted: "Are you going to be shameless? Just now you clearly attacked me, but in the end we said we attacked you, so why should we talk to you? Hit?"
Ning Que didn’t seem to hear her. He slowly moved away the Pudao resting on the monk’s throat, and fell on the thick snow. He dragged his backhand a few steps back, and distanced himself from the monk. .
The monk looked at him silently, then raised his right hand and took off the hat on top of his head, revealing his bald head wrapped in blue cloth and mixed eyes with indifference and alertness. He didn't know who this young Tang was suddenly appeared, and he couldn't see the realm of the other party, so there were only two possibilities. The realm of the young Tang was much higher than himself, or the other party was not a practitioner.
I entered the Dongxuan realm so young? The monk believes that this possibility is too small, and previously saw that Ningque’s archery is as sharp as a magical sword, but did not use any practising means. He is more and more sure that the other party is an ordinary person. If it is an ordinary person, then practice in his own way. How can a person be prepared to defeat himself again?
The monk of Moon Wheel Kingdom stared at Ning Que not far away, and took a deep breath. His naked, dark feet slowly plunged into the snow. The melted water on his feet spread out around him and was nailed by feather arrows. The black rosary on the big tree trembled violently, and then forcibly broke away from the arrow cluster and flew back, and was grasped by the stable right hand in front of him.
"Please."
The monk looked at Ning Que with a solemn expression. After an instant, a hideous color suddenly appeared on his face, and the black rosary rushed through the air. After the rosary, the iron rod slammed into Ning Que's body with a thunder!
In the snow forest, grass clippings, dead leaves, snow mud flew around, and the vitality of the world was agitated, as if about to explode.
Ning Que holds the thin handle of the Pu knife in both hands, and the engraved pattern of the handle is densely wrapped with a straw rope used to absorb sweat. He feels the most familiar touch of velvet grass on his fingertips, staring at Jae Xuepo There was no expression on the iron rod coming from the wind and the black rosary beads whizzing around.
Just when the speed of the rosary rose to the extreme and was about to disappear from sight, he bent his knees slightly and jumped up like a snow fox accustomed to hunting in the snow, along a very low The curve is against the snow facing forward.
The distance was quickly shortened. He turned his hands over, and the slender simple knife was picked up from below, and the front edge of the snow grass was picked up, and the sharp point accurately hit the rosary that whizzed and hovered to the blade. !
Along with a toothy, sharp grinding sound, the sharp blade forcibly stopped the rotation of the rosary, and immediately after Ning Que's wrist passed it, Pu Dao flew the rosary directly in front of him!
The rosary flew away with sobs, not knowing where to fall into the snow, the monk's dark cheeks suddenly paled, and there was no trace of the rosary in the sea of consciousness, and he was veiled.
Ning Que's blow worked, no matter where his hands were soft, his footsteps were wrong, and the slender Pudao naturally dragged behind him, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, holding the handle of the knife in both hands and cutting forward with all his strength. !
The blade cut through the slowly falling snow in the sky.
The iron rod that flies the face like a gray shadow.
A loud thunderous noise.
A soft hiss.
The monk's torn cotton robe suddenly had a deeper hole in his chest, and the blood stained the open cotton.
He pressed his right foot accurately on the monk's knee, and then turned his wrist, the slender Pudao turned in the air, and the back of the knife slashed into the monk's throat, suffocating the scream that was about to be exported.
The monk of the Moon Kingdom slapped on one knee, blood dripping from the corner of his lips, and the deep knife marks on the cotton robe on his chest, the appearance looks a bit horrible and miserable, but in fact, Ning Que is very horrible. Appropriately, he has no worries about life at all, but once again he feels the chill on his neck, his dark cheeks have already become extremely pale.
The expressions of shock, fear and confusion kept changing in the monk’s eyes. He didn’t understand or understand what had happened at the previous moment, why the other party was obviously an ordinary person, but could pick up his natal rosary. Pushing himself into such a desperate and miserable situation.
In a moment, the victory and defeat will be divided again. Looking at the blood-stained monk kneeling in the snow, the girl disciples of Dahe Country Mochi Garden cover their lips. They are not sympathizing with the moon wheel nation. Damn monk, but he did not expect that this ordinary-looking slender simple knife would pick up the rosary, cut the snow, cut the iron rod, and cut the monk's robe like lightning, until it was placed on the throat of the monk of Moon Wheel Kingdom, and he did not give him any counterattack. Opportunity!
The picture that shocked them the most was the same as the picture that made the monk bewildered and cold at this time-why could the blade of this young Chinese man pick the black rosary?
This has nothing to do with knife skills. The natal rosary of Buddhist practitioners is like the flying swords of swordsmen. The speed is so fast that the naked eye cannot catch its flight path. If you can't see it and can't predict how it will fly, then the world's best sword technique can't pick it down, but this young Tanger has done just that.
Previously, the feather arrow outside the forest was able to hit the rosary. It can also be explained that at that time, Tmall was fighting against the monks of the Moon Country, and the rosary was fixed on the Dahe Xiujian. Then this How to explain again and again?
Ning Que held the handle with one hand, looked at the monk of Moon Wheel Kingdom who was kneeling with the blade, shook his head and said, "You have to play the second game. Don't blame me. Everyone is righteous, why not Do you want to make a life and death?"
This sentence is exactly what the monk of Moon Wheel Kingdom said after he injured Zhuo Zhihua, the third disciple of Mochi Garden. At this time, Ning Que knocked down the monk, and then returned this sentence to him. The girls from Dahe Country were very relieved.
The monk looked up at Ning Que and asked hoarsely, "I admit defeat, may I ask your name Gao."
Ning Que was very satisfied that there was only fear, confusion, no resentment and hatred in his eyes, but he was not very satisfied with this kind of questioning that was too rich in martial arts novels. He frowned and said, "Want to know what my name is? I hope to find my place in the future. ?"
"Don't dare." The monk coughed twice, lifted his sleeves to wipe the blood from his lips, and said: "It's just that after I go back, I can't say that I lost in the hands of an unknown Chinese."
Ning Que was silent, as if thinking about whether he should report his teacher's name.
The monks of Moon Wheel Country waited silently, and the girls from Dahe Country were also curiously waiting for the answer. Even the girl behind the yellow cloth fence gently put the brush in his hand on the inkstone.
Ning Que said: "If the senior Baita Temple asks, you will say that the person who has won you is the college Zhong Dajun."
Hearing the word "shuyuan", the stiff body of the monk of Yuelun Kingdom trembled slightly, and his voice trembled slightly, and said: "It turns out to be a fellow at the academy, the little monk is really abrupt."
"You ask me, Shimen, there must be the idea of using the White Pagoda Temple or even the temple to suppress me."
Ning Que looked at the bald-headed blue cloth of the monk and said, "But unfortunately, I am a student of the academy. I think everyone agrees that there is no place in the world that can hold the academy."
The monk of Moon Wheel Kingdom trembled more severely, and said: "Little monk dare not think about it."
"It doesn't matter whether it has it or not. Our academy has always been the most reasonable and orderly place. The first class we took was etiquette, so we can't help but intervene when we see unreasonable things."
"A great monk who just entered the realm of no confusion, dare to be so cruel? What a nymph? Can you grab someone else's place? Qu Nimadi... is it the name? You have to follow the rules." /
While Ning Que was educating the monks under the sword, he remembered the words of Professor Cao Zhifeng and the second brother.
The professor said that the rules of the academy are very simple. Whoever has the big fist makes the rules, and obeying the rules is courtesy. The second brother's request for his trip to the wasteland is very simple. No matter what situation he is in, he is not allowed to lose the face of the college. In other words, he is only allowed to bully others and not allowed to be bullied by anyone.
These words have actually been said by the girls of Dahe Country before, and he just repeated them, but the so-called meat is on the board and the knife is on the neck, the power of speech is naturally completely different. The monk of the Moon Kingdom did not dare to have any doubts, but just listened honestly, for fear that this passionate student of the college would leave a **** mouth on his neck with a shake of his hand.
"Go away, don't come anymore."
Ning Que removed Pudao and said to the monk.
However, he said in his heart to the proud brothers and sisters in the big mountain south of Chang'an, and the proud big white goose: Little brother, I didn't shame the college, now I have begun to bully people.
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"Thank you, brother, for your help."
"You are welcome."
Ning Que did not have the habit and hobby of walking up and down the rivers and lakes in a decent way and carrying a sedan chair. He prevented Zhu Zhihua from bowing and avoiding the noise for too long. He said directly: "The name of the academy does not take all of the world. Pagoda Temple is jealous, but it can also cause trouble for you, so you should be careful."
The female Tmall frowned and said a little unhappy: "Brother, why did you give that guy a second chance to fight? What if you can't pick the rosary?"
Zhu Zhihua thought that the brother Zhong would kindly help me and wait. Why did you accuse me, worried that the other party would be unhappy, smiled apologetically, and said: "That monk should be a second-generation disciple of the Moon Kingdom. I didn’t expect that I would not be able to walk under Senior Brother Zhong for a single round. Senior Brother should be the best in the academy if he wants to come."
The smile on Ning Que's face is a bit far-fetched, thinking that he habitually hides his true identity, Mo will instead make a big name for Zhong Dajun in the world, and it will be too late to cry.
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Leading the **** horse to leave Wenxi, walking slowly along the lakeside, the snowflakes in the sky were denser than before. Ning Que quietly looked at the snow scene in the lake, constantly analyzing and reminiscing about the battle today.
The spirit of chivalry and the honor of grace have always been the dirty air discharged from the human body for him, and it has no meaning. The reason why the monks of the Moon Kingdom was given a second chance was not to beat the opponent, but he Need an opponent to test the knife, to experiment with the new combat methods that I have worked out these days.
For the combat experiment, the compatriots in the Datang Barracks certainly can't do it, because there is no way to attack them. A truly strong man like Prince Longqing is definitely not good, because it is very likely to be ruthless by the other party, and the white pagoda monk that I met today is in a state of uncertainty, and it is the most suitable object, suitable for him to hold the knife. Both hands began to tremble excitedly when the handle was held.
In the battle, he scored two swords, and his speed and power accuracy are greatly improved compared to when he was in Weicheng, but the key point is not that, but that he did not use any cultivation methods-like the White Tower An opponent of the monk level, he can deal with it without the use of spiritual methods-this is also the basis of the fighting method he wants to try.
Rainy night and spring wind pavilion, with a sword towards the little tree, I don’t know how many gangsters in Chang’an City have been killed, and the shadow of the Demon Sword Master’s gray dark sword at the crossing of Beishan Mountain caused the most elite guards of the Tang Dynasty to suffer heavy losses. . Compared with ordinary warriors, cultivators always appear extremely powerful and hard to defeat.
In Ning Que’s view, the main reason is that practitioners use mind power to control the vitality of heaven and earth. The speed of the flying sword or other weapons is much faster than the ordinary martial arts in the world, and the trajectory of the movement is too long, not at all. fathom.
But this is not a problem for him who has entered the world of practice. Although he has only passed ten orifices, he has extremely poor aptitude, and has very little energy to control. If he uses flying swords to fight against people, he cannot be in speed and power. Shang has the upper hand, but he is extremely sensitive and can clearly perceive the slightest changes in the vitality of the world around him.
Not all practitioners can catch the unnatural changes in the vitality of heaven and earth. Ning Que is trying to catch them. As long as he can catch that thread, then he will know when the opposing practitioners will act and know the other party. How does the natal thing work?
Today he succeeded, so when the rosary of the monks of Moon Wheel country whizzed, the naked eye could not see the moving track, but in the sea of knowledge, it was extremely clear and extremely slow.
Mastering the trajectory of the enemy's life is only the first step. In this type of combat, Ning Que needs to narrow the distance with the opponent's ascetics in the shortest possible time and drag the opponent into close combat.
Just like what he said with Situ Yilan that day. In his opinion, the vast majority of practitioners in the world are immersed in meditation flying swords. They are beautiful and can be magicians but don't know how to be executioners.
In addition to the martial arts pinnacle powerhouse and the demon masters, all practitioners in the world have a fatal problem. Their bodies and abilities are too fragile. If there is no strong close attendant, and he is close to someone who is used to seeing life and death with sharp swordsmanship, there is only a dead end.
Ning Que will ponder this way of fighting, which is related to his own cultivation aptitude. Before becoming a magical rune master, you must use a different method to defeat a practitioner who is similar to your own realm or even higher than your own. This is also the same as that of Master Yan Se before leaving the city of Chang'an. That sentence is related.
At that time, Master Yan Se looked at him calmly and said: "Even if you can fly your sword into the clouds and kill the enemy of thousands of miles, if the enemy can protect one foot in front of you, this shocking sword will be meaningless. It’s a guy like Liu Bai. Once you are approached by your second brother, he can only be dumbfounded. So it’s more important to manage a foot of land in front of you."
The sword stretches for thousands of miles, not as much as a foot in front of you.
Ning Que led the **** horse quietly in the snow beside the lake.
He looked at the sky thousands of miles away, and drew his sword to cut a snowflake in front of him.
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(To spell it out today, try to spell it out tomorrow.)