Chapter 15

Yan Wushi laughed in anger: "Shen Zhangjiao really has a heart like a sea, it's a pity that not everyone in Xuandu Mountain is the same as you, otherwise you are a disciple of Qifeng Pavilion, how could you be reduced to the point where Kunxie knocked you off the cliff?"

Shen Qiao shook his head and said nothing.

His current memory is blurry and intermittent, some remember it, some don't. He doesn't know the inside story of the past, and he has nothing to say.

Yan Wushi suddenly raised his palm and patted him.

This palm is not as light as a child's play test, but a practical three-point skill.

Based on the current comparison of the two, let alone three points of skill, even if Yan Wushi only scored one point, Shen Qiao would not be able to resist.

If others were present, they would definitely not doubt Yan Wushi's murderous intention, and would definitely feel that Shen Qiao was doomed.

Shen Qiao's breathing became heavy, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, but he was firmly suppressed. Yan Wushi's true qi was like himself, extremely domineering, surging, and the river was flowing, almost turning into substance.

At the juncture of life and death, it was extremely critical, but his heart calmed down, and a strange ethereal spirit emerged.

At that moment, Shen Qiao's eyes were still dark, but beyond the darkness, another vast galaxy appeared in front of him.

The universe is prehistoric, the heaven and the earth are huge, since ancient times, the creation is endless, how small is the human being among them, if the heaven and human beings are united and the spirits return to the void, then the mountains and rivers are me, the sun and the moon are me, the sky is me, and the clouds are me, All things, no more obstacles.

Shen Qiao felt this way at this moment.

He couldn't tell whether it was his intermittent memory that played a role, or the reason why the fragments of "Zhu Yangce" he read that night were deeply engraved in his heart. The branches and leaves leak out of the moon, the light is completely visible, and the ethereal and flawless.

The infuriating energy that had been stagnant in the void for a long time also vaguely began to wander around the limbs and bones.

Yan Wushi's palm print came over like the top of Mount Tai, and it was as fast as the wind. If he was an ordinary person, he couldn't even see it clearly with the naked eye, but Shen Qiao could see it clearly. There was a wall behind him, and there was no way to avoid it. Choose to meet the enemy head-on.

With his sick and weak body, he is one-third of the power to Shang Yan Wushi.

The latter has fought against the world's top masters such as Qi Fengge and Cui Youli, and the generation of masters has not been defeated. It can be seen that his strength is terrifying, not to mention Shen Qiao, even if Murong Qin, the first imperial master of Qi State, is here, facing Yan Wu. The teacher's three-point strength cannot but be dealt with seriously.

However, Shen Qiao actually withstood such pressure.

Didn't get slapped against the wall or vomit blood to death.

His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, but his feet didn't move half an inch. The sleeves of his robes were puffed up due to the impact of the energy, and even the cloth towel that tied the hair on his head was scattered, and his long hair fell down and danced wildly.

The two energies meet, one is strong and the other is weak, but for a while and a half will not fall behind.

Yan Wushi raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was no big surprise, but he showed such an expression as expected.

Xuandu Mountain's heart method is quiet and inaction, free from competition with the world, weak when weak, strong when strong, harmonious and unobstructed, and the heart of the sky is clear.

This sentence suddenly flashed in Shen Qiao's mind.

But he immediately realized that the fact that his potential can be stimulated has nothing to do with Xuandu Mountain, but because...

In the infuriating energy that he used, there was a faint sign of blending with Yan Wushi. The two infuriating qi were in confrontation and influenced each other, clearly coming from the same source!

But the strength of the two is too great after all. Yan Wushi basically doesn't need any extra actions. As long as he increases a little pressure, Shen Qiao can't stand it at all.

Yan Wushi stopped at this moment.

"Sure enough." He was very happy, "I suspected it when I gave you the pulse. You practiced the "Zhu Yang Ce" fragment in Xuandu Mountain, and it was passed on to you by Qi Fengge?"

Shen Qiao only felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and when he heard Yan Wushi's voice, it seemed like it was coming from far away, he slid down the wall and fell to the ground: "So that night at Izumo Temple, you deliberately let him go. I read the scraps?"

Yan Wushi: "Yes, there are five volumes of "Zhu Yangce", and the wandering soul volume is in your Xuandu Mountain. Since you are the successor of Qifeng Pavilion, you must have practiced this volume, otherwise, you will fall down in places like Yinghui Peak and die if you don't die. That's right, there is no chance that there is still a chance of life inside, and even gradually recovering eyes and martial arts. Don't you think it's strange?"

"Because the "Zhu Yangce" you practiced has already been remembered by your body, even if you temporarily lose your memory, that infuriating qi has long since become part of your body, and is slowly helping you to adjust. I asked you to recite that night. The delusional volume is to use this part of the content to remind you of the part that you have practiced before, to see if you can combine the content of the two volumes and integrate them."

Shen Qiao's anger was like a gossamer: "Shen Moujie is a waste, how can it be worth so much effort by Sect Master Yan?"

Yan Wushi smiled secretly: "The book of "Zhu Yangce" came into the world and attracted competition from all parties. Unfortunately, it was originally destroyed by me at Izumo Temple. Only a few people who were present at the time heard it with their own ears, and they must write down the content when they go back. , in order to confuse the public, they will inevitably mix some fake content, and release several more versions, attracting all parties to compete. There were many sects who couldn't be present that night, and they would definitely not be able to sit still after hearing the news. Don't you think it's very interesting to have a fictitious fictitious copy of the correct content, fighting openly and secretly, and the situation is rising one after another?"

Shen Qiao closed her eyes: "What good does this do to you?"

Yan Wushi: "Of course there are benefits, but it has nothing to do with you, so you don't have to worry about it. You just need to know that you will also benefit from this matter. After all, in this world, there are people who can glimpse a fragment of one of the volumes. , it is a great opportunity, and very few people can learn two volumes like you. If you can continue to practice, you may not be able to restore to the old level, so you should thank me properly? "

Shen Qiao: "Sect Master Yan..."

Yan Wushi squeezed his chin and forced him to raise his head: "Didn't you still call me Shizun before, why did you change your name so quickly?"

"I think..." Shen Qiao murmured, his voice a little vague.

Yan Wushi bent down slightly and lowered his head to listen.

The other party spit out another mouthful of blood, Yan Wushi didn't have time to let go, and the blood splashed on his hand little by little.

Yan Wushi's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Shen Qiao said weakly: "I told you that I want to vomit blood, this is not intentional..."

Before he finished speaking, he slanted to the side and fainted.

...

In the dizziness, he felt that his entire figure was floating in the air, floating, and even his thoughts drifted far away, and he didn't know how long it took before he floated back and landed in the current body.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Shen Qiao heard someone sighing beside him: "Life is so difficult, what are you still doing when you are still alive, you can't always die, do you suffer in your heart?"

It was Yan Wushi's voice.

"..." Shen Qiao felt that most of the people were sick.

Yan Wushi has done things as he wants, and he has reached a certain level beyond common sense. For such precious secrets as "Zhu Yang Ce", he said that if he destroyed it, he would destroy it, leaving no room for it.

The ability to peek at the contents of the scraps was something that no one could ask for, but he easily granted himself this opportunity.

He was betrayed by Chen Gong, and faced with the situation that Mutiba brought people to the door to besiege him, Yan Wushi must have been by his side at the time, but he stood by and did not stop him until Shen Qiao left by himself, and he appeared again, abruptly. The shot seemed to want Shen Qiao's life, but it aroused the remaining Zhu Yangce's true qi in Shen Qiao's body.

But Shen Qiao will never be so affectionate that Yan Wushi sees him differently, and tries to hone himself. The only explanation is that this person has a temperamental temperament, and it is difficult to infer it according to common sense.

Yan Wushi: "Mutiba's entourage came to look for him, and Chen Gong also followed. This man caused you to be favored by Mutipo. If you want to kill him, it's still too late."

Shen Qiao shook his head without saying a word, and slowly sat up on the bed with his elbows. After he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, his chest was actually much more comfortable, and there was no dull pain. Help the wound heal.

"Thank you, Sect Master Yan," he said.

Yan Wushi was frank: "I didn't expect you to vomit blood so quickly, I just wanted to force you to use Zhu Yangce's true qi."

Shen Qiao knew what he meant: If you couldn't survive at that time, you would die in vain.

"Then what is Sect Master Yan's plan next?"

Yan Wushi: "Go back to Xuandu Mountain with you."

"..." Shen Qiao twitched the corners of his mouth: "Sect Master Yan has a lot of time to deal with, why does he always waste precious time on someone like me?"

Yan Wushi "lovingly" touched his cheek, but Shen Qiao couldn't avoid it at all, so he could only let him hold his chin and look at it for a long time like he was looking at a private property: "Xuandu Mountain hides the wandering soul of Zhu Yangce. Volume, but I don't know where it is, in the vast Xuandu Mountain, even if those people are not my opponents, it will be troublesome to go in and search, with you in hand, won't it be enough?"

Shen Qiao: "Do you want me to remember the content and write it down for you?"

Yan Wushi laughed: "Those mediocre people just need to follow the script, write it down word by word, I have practiced the scraps in the Beizhou Inner Palace, and I have also read the Random Thoughts. , I already knew it in my heart, instead of seeing what you wrote down and I don’t know if it is true or false, it is better to let you fight me directly, and I am not afraid of not being able to find out the mystery of the fragments hidden in Xuandu Mountain.”

He said to Shen Qiao: "The real innate realm is not in the form, nor in the imitation. The road is made by people. Tao Hongjing can integrate the strengths of the three schools and write Zhu Yangce, and I can naturally create a martial arts that is more advanced than him. "

At first these words sounded very arrogant and invincible, but after careful consideration, Shen Qiao actually agreed.

Yan Wushi can become the head of a sect, and his martial arts are proud of the world. Naturally, he has his own reasons. From this point of view, he is worthy of being a master-level figure who can be among the top ranks of the world.

There is only one point: it is a torture, not a pleasure, to be with such a person every day, day and night.

Yan Wushi let go of his hand and said lightly, "Since you are awake, you will be on your way tomorrow."

Shen Qiao said helplessly, "Can I have another choice?"

Yan Wushi: "You can choose to go by yourself while your injury is okay now; or we will fight again now, and I will take you away when you are maimed and injured by me."

Shen Qiao: "..."