Chapter 70

For those who have reached the realm of martial arts, flying flowers and fallen leaves can hurt people, so when they reach a certain realm, martial arts tricks are like external objects, which may not be the key to defeating the enemy.

But this does not mean that moves are dispensable. As the saying goes, words are the voice of the heart, and both internal and external cultivation. If you only have a peerless internal strength, it is equivalent to having a treasure mountain without knowing how to use it.

Qi Fengge is a generation of martial arts prodigies. He knows that people who learn swordsmanship can easily be dazzled by too many swordsmanship. They don’t know how to use them. One of them is the famous Canglang Sword Art.

Xuandu Mountain's swordsmanship combines the Taoist principles of quietness and inaction, and the natural principles of Taoism. It pays attention to static braking, post-strike control, lightness and elegance, and Shen Qiao's temperament just fits with it.

But as he began to cultivate the true qi in "Zhu Yangce", the original sword technique has gradually become unsuitable, because Zhu Yangce's true qi not only contains Taoist principles, but also incorporates the essence of Confucianism and Buddhism into it, and Confucianism The sturdiness of the door and the fierceness of the Buddhist sect cannot be reflected in the Canglang Sword Art.

However, even though all things in the world are different, there are always similarities. When he saw the person writing calligraphy and dancing, although the other person was in a busy market and he was doing business to make money, he seemed to But I don't think I need to please the onlookers. Instead, I immerse myself in what I'm doing. I dance with all my heart. The dance of the Western Regions is unrestrained and bold, but calligraphy is a delicate work. The combination of the two has a kind of hardness and softness. Strange and harmonious, others may only think that his movements are very good-looking, but Shen Qiao suddenly found out a whole new set of swordsmanship.

At this time, the sword is up and down, the sword light is vertical and horizontal, the leaves in winter are all falling, and all things wither, but one person and one sword, sweeping and sweeping, folded and twisted, sometimes the spring wind turns into rain, soft as nothing, sometimes it just surpasses the Buddha's pestle, and acts resolutely. .

Warm spring sun, clear summer moon, all in it.

Xiaoxiaoqiufeng, desolate winter grass, hidden but not hurt.

Didi mountains and rivers, surging rivers and Han, the charm of heaven.

Divine light clutches and rejoins, yin and yang, and the yin is light and the body stands as a crane. If it is about to fly, it does not fly.

The heart is in the sword, the sword is in the people, the things and I are forgotten, and the access is clear.

The dead trees around seemed to feel the same way. When the sword energy came, the dead trees fell one after another. The dry, cold and hard soil on the ground appeared one after another of sword energy, deep or shallow, long or short, and the occasional dead leaves were deterred by the sword energy. Leaving the branch, but did not fall to the ground, but revolved around the sword energy.

Suddenly, the tip of the sword trembled, and the dead leaves seemed to tremble slightly, and then they shot forward.

It is not uncommon for a master to inflict flying flowers and leaves with infuriating qi to hurt people, but with a sword to control the leaves, the realm is even higher.

The mountains and rivers and the sad sword hummed, and seemed to fluctuate with the master's mood. There were majestic mountains and rivers, and the sound of wind and thunder rushing. The sword light was not dazzling. Soft, but this layer of sword light can actually move with Shen Qiao's mind, disappearing and appearing from time to time, ups and downs with it.

After a set of swordsmanship was finished, Shen Qiao took the sword and stood up. He let out a slow breath. The agitation in his heart had not yet calmed down, but the blood was surging in his chest, and he almost felt sick.

He knew very well that this was because he had just realized the realm of "Jianxin", but his internal strength was still unable to fully control Jianxin, so the sword qi backfired.

What a person who learns martial arts wants in his life is nothing more than to be able to make progress and go to the next level, so he looks up to the master with a low hand, and the master hopes to continue to climb upwards. The four realms of kendo, sword qi, sword intent, sword heart, and sword god, for many people, the "sword god" is only in the legend, except for Mo Xie, the cadre in the Warring States Period, who sacrificed himself to the sword and used his life to achieve the realm of the sword god. In addition, almost no one has been able to reach this state since ancient times.

As for the realm of Kenshin, looking at the world and going back decades, only Tao Hongjing and Qi Fengge have reached it.

The people of Sri Lanka have passed away, and Tao Hongjing and Qi Fengge will eventually become history.

But Shen Qiao is still living in the moment.

Shen Daochang put his sword back and stood on the spot, slowly adjusting the disordered breath, the hearty feeling gradually dissipated, he suddenly remembered a very serious thing: Yan Wushi was forgotten by him in the restaurant.

Shen Qiao screamed badly, and immediately flew back to the city.

Yan Wushi was penniless, and he left again. If the guy stepped forward to beg for money, even if the relatively harmless "Xie Ling" dominated this temperament, it would be hard to imagine what the other party would do.

Thinking of this, Shen Qiao sped up a bit, and returned to the original restaurant in the blink of an eye.

Sure enough, at the window on the second floor, they were surrounded by seven or eight people, including the restaurant owner and other diners.

Yan Wushi was under everyone's attention, but he didn't move, and his face under the power fence could not see the expression clearly.

Shen Qiao hurriedly stepped forward: "I'm really sorry, I just left for a while because of some business. I'll give you the total amount of money!"

The owner is a Han Chinese, and seeing Shen Qiao is like seeing a savior, and said with a bitter face: "This gentleman, we are also a small business, and it is difficult to do everything in a foreign country, and I really don't want to cause any trouble. You didn't bring any money, and you haven't come back just now, so the villain thought of admitting that he was unlucky, forgetting the bill, but who knows that this little lady is still reluctant to leave, as soon as we persuade her, she will..."

Shen Qiao followed the boss's instructions and saw the cups on the case that had been shattered into a pile of dust and the chopsticks half submerged on the table, the corners of his mouth could not help twitching.

Seeing this scene, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he made up for it again and again, and paid for the loss of rice and tableware, and then pulled Yan Wushi away.

"You... or Xie Ling?" Shen Qiao asked.

Yan Wushi: "Well."

Shen Qiao coughed lightly: "I'm sorry, I saw that person dancing and got something for a while."

He brought Yan Wushi downstairs, the man was still jumping, and he was sweating profusely even in Jiuhantian, showing his hard work.

Unfortunately, there were very few copper plates in the copper plate in front of him, and there were fewer and fewer spectators.

Shen Qiao counted out nearly half of the copper plate from his arms and put it in the copper plate. The man opened his mouth wide and thanked him repeatedly. Shen Qiao nodded slightly at him and left with Yan Wushi.

After walking a few steps, Yan Wushi suddenly said, "Give too much."

Shen Qiao said with a smile: "Inadvertently growing willows and willows, he helped me understand Jianxin, but I feel that I have given less, but we don't have much money and money now, so we can only do our best."

Yan Wushi stopped talking.

His words were less than usual. Shen Qiao wondered if he had abandoned him just now, which made the other party feel terrified and dissatisfied. After all, "Xie Ling" is still different from the real Yan Wushi, so he smiled and apologized: "I still Are you angry? Don't be angry, it's my fault, I shouldn't have left you and left, I was really immersed in the epiphany at the time, and I wished to evolve that set of swordsmanship immediately, so I neglected it, you want to point What to eat and play, I'll buy it for you."

Yan Wushi was silent for a moment and said, "Sugar Man."

Shen Qiao: "..."

As soon as the other party said that he wanted a candy man, Shen Qiao regretted it a little, but he dug a hole and jumped by himself. Since he opened his mouth, how could he not honor it, so he had to take Yan Wushi to find the original candy man stall. , smiled strangely: "The two of you are back again? But you still want to buy a candy man?"

Shen Qiao said embarrassedly, "Yes, I want another one."

Yan Wushi: "Two."

"..." Shen Qiao compromised: "Just two."

When a business is delivered to the door, no one will refuse. The hawker smiles and walks away. The action is fast, and the two candy men are poured into it.

Yan Wushi took one in each hand, biting it crunching, Shen Qiao had to pretend he couldn't hear it, and took people to the inn to stay.

When he asked for a room, he was still sleeping alone on the bed and meditating alone. Now Shen Qiao’s skills were gradually recovering, so he would use meditation instead of sleeping in his spare time, because the former was not only a way to practice, but also a kind of rest.

Shen Qiao said to Yan Wushi, "Since silk films can mend the devil's heart, you'd better now..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly couldn't speak anymore.

Because Yan Wushi, who took off the power fence, had already eaten the first sugar man, and was slowly licking the "head" of another sugar man, licking the "sugar man Shen Qiao" with a bright face all over his head.

Shen Qiao: "...what are you doing?"

Yan Wushi innocently said, "I'm a little full, I want this, eat slowly."

Shen Qiao can't say that you can't lick it, it looks very strange, because people are eating candy, but saying this makes him overhearted.

He could only choose to be out of sight, and finished what he had not finished: "The Central Plains are not like the Western Regions. Once we enter the Zhou Kingdom, our whereabouts will be exposed sooner or later. Now that we have silk films in hand, your flaws can be repaired just around the corner. Think more about it."

After saying that, Shen Qiao couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "Actually, if you are the real Yan Wushi now, it will not be my turn to tell you these words."

Yan Wushi suddenly said: "If the magic heart is repaired, Xie Ling may not be there."

Shen Yan converged with a smile and was silent. He sighed lightly for a while: "But you can't always do this for a lifetime. Xie Ling is willing to be willing to be willing to be willing."

"Xie Ling" is one of Yan Wushi, but Yan Wushi will never be able to return to save him after pulling away.

Maybe every person with the heart of the iron stone finally has a trace of softness in the heart, even if it is minimal, and Xie Ling is divided into this trace of softness, and he poured him on Shen Yan he felt most trusted.

However, when there is one day, "Xie Ling" disappears, will this softness disappear without trace?

Yan Wushi is still the lord of Huanyue, who is still selfish and indifferent, and won't he shake for any personnel?

The other party looked at him, his eyes were dark, focused on clearly, without any impurities. This was never seen in other temperament of Yan Wushi.

This is Xie Ling, not Yan Wushi.

He told himself, and then walked over and gently stroked the other party's head.

The other party was allowed to do what he did, just raised his chin slightly, and made a approximate move.

This is a action that only Xie Ling will do.

Suddenly, Shen Yan's heart was soft, soft, and a little bit of sadness was unclear.

Under the action of Yuli Rong, the head of the skull has gradually begun to meet, but the damaged meridians inside want to repair it, but they can do it overnight. Yan Wushi is now changing. When Ling's temperament is dominated, the desire will minimize, and the idea seems to be simpler, and even a sugar man can satisfy him.

"But the film is still on you? Let me show me." Shen Yan said.

The other party handed the film in his arms to his hands.

Shen Yan took the film and narrowed his eyes carefully.

The above contained is indeed related to the martial arts martial arts. Tao Hongjing may have seen the martial arts classics of the Sun and Moon Zong that year. The secret method of practicing the magic martial arts, Shen Yan is now uninstalled. After looking at it with a weak candlelight, his eyes are sore and unbearable, and he almost shed tears.

"This does not mention how to repair the devil's flaws?" He was a little strange and handed it back.

Yan Wushi: "Yes."

Shen Yan: "Where?"

Yan Wushi shook his head.

After a while, he said again: "I don't know, but he knows."

It means "Xie Ling" does not know, but the deity knows.

Shen Yan nodded and didn't ask more. After he waited for the other party to fall asleep, he found a muste and meditated.

The moonlight is like water, and the hour is getting late.

Even the barking of the far -reaching dog disappeared, and the heaven and earth fell asleep, and the tranquility was through inside.

The people on the bed slept unwaverly, and occasionally made a little bit of their bodies.

Shen Yan noticed his movement, opened his eyes, and got up and looked forward.

"Xie Ling?" He whispered softly.

The opponent's eyebrows were twisted tightly, and it seemed to fall into some kind of nightmare.

Shen Yan reached out to explore his forehead, but before he encountered the skin, the other party opened his eyes.

This is not "Xie Ling"!

Touching the eyes of the other party, Shen Yan stood up and was vigilant and retreated.

However, Yan Wushi's movement was far faster than he thought. The other party rose like a ghost, and he grabbed the door of Shen Yan like lightning!

"Master Yan, it's me!" Shen Yan drank.

But it doesn't help, the other party regards it, and the move is fierce, and the tricks are the fierceness of life.

Yan Wushi was indeed seriously injured, but it was not exhausted from martial arts. Shen Yan suddenly realized this, and the other party rarely shot before, so he gave him this illusion.

However, even if it is a real Yan Wushi, it is impossible to open his eyes regardless of attacking others, which is obviously a manifestation of wisdom ...

Shen Yan suddenly remembered that Na Na had said that Yan Wushi held her neck, but after that, Shen Yan had never seen the other party showing a fierce and unreasonable side, so she gradually forgot the matter.

Is this a display of many temperament?

He helplessly, the two sides have several tricks, and now Yan Wushi is not Shen Yan's opponent, but he does not want to play a lot of scruples, and Shen Yan cannot ask for his life. Other people, Shen Yan was allowed to point the acupuncture point in the opportunity.

Yan Wushi couldn't resist. He fell forward, Shen Yan held the person in time, but found that the face of the other person suddenly became congested and turned red. He was busy looking at the pulse. couldn't help but be shocked, and quickly unbuttoned the acupuncture point.

But when the acupuncture point was solved, Yan Wushi stretched out his hand and pinched his neck, and put on his side, and bit his lips directly!

Shen Yan ate pain, and his hand was rushing around his neck, and the other party fell softly on him.

Finally quiet.

Shen Yan was relieved and stuck to Yan Wushi's wrist.

If the other party is still in a state of fire, it will not be long at this moment. The pulse is completely calm, and it also shows the opposite vitality?