The monk from Yuelun Kingdom wanted to smash the cute Tmall girl into meat paste with an iron rod, and even shouted for my Buddha's mercy. So Ning Que put the slender Pure Knife on the monk's neck and said that Master seemed to not understand compassion.
The skin on the monk's neck became slightly trembling due to the chill on the blade. He looked at Ning Que's clothes, his face showed a look of alarm, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Tangren?"
Ning Que nodded.
The monk forced himself to calm down, looked at him on the other end through the slender blade, and said, "You are a sneak attack."
Ning Que didn't look at him, looked at the few snowflakes slowly falling on the blade, and said, "You have the final say."
The monk did not expect his answer to be like this. He didn't know how to answer for a moment. His slightly black cheeks under his hat were stiff due to shame and annoyance. He said in a deep voice: "Isn't it reasonable?"
Ning Que looked at him and smiled, saying, "I haven't seen you tell me the truth just now."
The monk was speechless.
Ning Que looked at the face under the shadow of the hat and suddenly asked, "How do you think it should end?"
The monk's eyes were slightly brighter under the hat, and he looked at him and said, "I am not convinced, I will fight for another battle."
The Tmall girl closest to the two listened to the monk's words, her face turned red and sarcastic, "Are you shameless? You just now, you were sneak attacking me, but she said we sneak attacked you, why should you fight you?"
Ning Que seemed to have not heard her, slowly moved the Pu Knife that was resting on the monk's throat and fell onto the thick snow. He dragged his backhand and took a few steps backwards, keeping a distance from the monk.
The monk looked at him silently, then raised his right hand and took off the hat on his head, revealing his bald head wrapped in blue cloth, and his eyes mixed with indifferent vigilance. He didn't know who the young Tangren was who suddenly appeared, and he couldn't see the other party's realm. Then there were only two possibilities: the young Tangren's realm was far higher than himself, or the other party was not a practitioner.
Has he entered the realm of Dongxuan at such a young age? The monks believed that this possibility was too small, and before, Ning Que's archery technique was as sharp as the magic sword technique, but he did not use any means of a practitioner. He became more and more sure that the other party was an ordinary person. If he was an ordinary person, then he practiced at his own level. How can one defeat himself again if he is prepared?
The monk from Yuelun Kingdom stared at Ning Que not far away, took a deep breath, his naked dark feet slowly sank into the snow, and his feet were melted and spread around him, and he was nailed to the big tree by feather arrows. The black rosary trembled violently, and then forced himself to break free from the arrows and flew back, and was grabbed by his stable right hand in front of him.
"please."
The monk looked at Ning Que with a serious expression and said. In an instant, a ferocious look suddenly appeared on his face. The black rosary rosary rosary rosary rosted through the air. After the rosary, the iron rod hit Ning Que's body like a thunder!
The grass blades and leaves of snow and mud flew around the snow forests, and the vitality of heaven and earth was turbulent, as if it was about to explode.
Ning Que held the thin handle of the Pu knife in both hands, and the carvings of the knife handle were densely wrapped with the weaving rope used to absorb sweat. His fingertips felt the most familiar touch of ha-robe grass, staring at the snow and wind. The iron rod and the string of whistling black rosary were no expression on their faces.
Just as the rosary string was at its peak and was about to disappear from sight, his knees bent and bounced up like a snow fox used to hunting in the snowfield, sticking along an extremely low curve. The snow faces forward.
The distance was quickly pulled closer, and he flipped his hands, and the slender sword lifted from below, lifting the snowflakes and grass chips in front of the front, and accurately hit the rosary that whistled and circled to the strand of rosary that wanted to hold the blade!
Accompanied by a sharp and sharp friction sound, the sharp tip of the knife forcibly stopped the rotation of the rosary. Then Ning Que passed the wrist again, and Park Dao Zhen directly picked the rosary away from his body!
The rosary sobbed and flew away, not knowing where to fall into the snow. The monk's dark cheeks suddenly turned pale, and he could no longer find the trace of his rosary in the sea of consciousness, and was secretly injured.
Ning Que's attack worked, so he was not ruthless. He turned his steps forward and the slender Pu Dao naturally dragged behind him. His waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force. He held the hilt in both hands and slashed forward with all his strength!
The blade cut through the slowly falling snowflakes in the air.
The iron rod that cuts the face like a flying ashes shadow.
There was a loud thunderous sound.
A light hiss.
The monk's cracked cotton robe suddenly had a deeper hole in the tunnel, and the blood dyed the blooming cotton red.
His right foot was accurately pressed onto the monk's knee, then turned his wrist and the slender Pu knife flipped in the air, and the back of the knife slashed hard onto the monk's throat, resuming the scream that was about to be heard.
The monk from Yuelun country knelt on one knee with a snap, and blood kept flowing down from the corners of his lips. The deep knife marks on the cotton robe on his chest looked a bit terrifying and miserable, but in fact, Ning Que took action very appropriately. He had no worries about life at all, but when he felt the chill on his neck again, his dark cheeks had already become extremely white.
The shocked, fearful and confused expressions kept changing in the monk's eyes. He didn't understand or understand what happened at that moment. Why was the other party obviously an ordinary person, but he could pick his own beads and force himself to do so. Entering such a desperate and miserable situation.
After a moment, the winner was decided again. Looking at the blood-stained monk kneeling in the snow, the girl disciples of Mochiyuan, Dahe Country, covered their lips. They were not sympathizing with this hateful monk from Yuelun Country. But I didn't expect that this slender and plain knife, which looked very ordinary, would pick beads, snow, iron rods, and robes like lightning, until it was placed on the throat of the monks of Yuelun Kingdom, and it did not give the other party any chance to fight back!
The picture that shocked them the most was the same as the picture that made the monk feel cold at this moment - why could this young Tang man pick the string of black rosary?
This has nothing to do with the sword technique. The natal rosary of Buddhist practitioners is like the flying swords of sword masters, and it is extremely fast and cannot capture its flight trajectory at all with the naked eye . If you can't even see it and you can't predict how it will fly, then the best swordsman in the world cannot defeat it, but this young Tangren did this.
The feather arrow outside the forest was able to hit the rosary, which can also be explained as the reason why the Tmall woman was fighting against the monks of the Moonland Kingdom was fixed on the Dahexiu Sword, so this time it should be How to explain it?
Ning Que held the handle with one hand, looked at the monk of Yuelun Kingdom kneeling on the lower half of the blade, shook his head and said, "You have to fight the second game, you can't blame me. Everyone is a righteous person, why bother to separate. What a life or death?"
This sentence is what the monk from Yuelun Kingdom said before after he injured Zhuo Zhihua, a disciple of Mochiyuan. At this time, Ning Que knocked down the monk and returned the sentence to him. The girl from Dahe Kingdom behind him was born. They were extremely relieved to listen.
The monk looked up at Ning Que and asked hoarsely, "I admit defeat, may I ask your grand name."
Ning Que was very satisfied with the fact that there was only fear, confusion, no resentment and hatred in his eyes, but he was not very satisfied with this kind of question that was too rich in martial arts novels. He frowned and said, "I want to know what my name is? I hope I can get it back in the future?"
"I dare not." The monk coughed twice, raised his sleeve and wiped the blood from his lips, and said, "It's just that after he went back, the elders asked me, I can't say that I lost to the hands of an unknown Tang man."
Ning Que was silent, as if he was thinking about whether he should report his master's name.
The monks of Yuelun Kingdom were waiting silently, and the girls of the Dahe Kingdom in the field were waiting curiously for the answer. Even the girl's hand surrounded by yellow cloth gently placed the brush in her hand on the inkstone.
Ning Que said, "If the senior Baita Temple asks, you will say that the person who beats you is Zhong Dajun of the academy."
Hearing the word "Academic", the monk of Yuelun Kingdom, whose stiff body trembled slightly, and his voice trembled slightly, and he said, "It turns out that he is a fellow academy, and the little monk is really abrupt."
"If you ask my master, I must have the idea of using the White Pagoda Temple in Yuelun Kingdom or even the temple to suppress me."
Ning Que looked at the monk's blue cloth wrapped in bald head and said, "But unfortunately, I am a student of the academy. I think everyone agrees that there is no place in this world that can suppress the academy."
The body of the monk in Yuelun Kingdom trembled even harder and said, "The little monk dared not have such an idea."
"It doesn't matter whether there is or not. Our academy has always been the most reasonable and regular place. The first class we took was etiquette, so when we see things that are unreasonable and regular, we can't help but interfere."
"A monk who has just entered the state of forbiddenness dares to be so cruel and ruthless? Is it so crazy? Can he forcefully steal other people's places? Qu Nimadi... Is this name? I have to follow the rules."
While Ning Que educated the monk under the knife, he remembered the words of Professor Cao Zhifeng and his second senior brother.
The professor said that the rules of academy are very simple. Whoever has the biggest fist determines the rules. Obeying the rules is a courtesy. The second senior brother's requirement for his trip to the wasteland is very simple. No matter what situation he is in, he is not allowed to lose face in the academy. In other words, he is only allowed to bully others and not allowed to be bullied by anyone.
In fact, the girls in the Great River Kingdom said these words before, and he just repeated them. However, the so-called flesh on the plate and the knife on the neck, and the power of words is naturally completely different. The monks in Yuelun Country dared not question anything, but listened honestly, for fear that the passionate student of the academy would shake his hand and leave another bloody mouth on his neck.
"Get out, don't come in the future."
Ning Que moved Pu Dao away and said to the monk.
However, in his heart, he said to the proud senior brothers and sisters in the mountains in the distant south of Chang'an City, and the proud big white goose: "My junior brother, I didn't embarrass the academy. Now I have started bullying people."
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"Thank you for your kind help from your senior brother."
"You're welcome."
Ning Que has no habit and hobby of famous families and righteous people walking in the world, carrying flowers and sedan chairs, so he prevents Zhu Zhihua from bowing down and avoids the long time of quit. He said directly: "The name of the academy cannot be the whole world, even if Baita Temple is afraid of it. , but it can still cause trouble for you , you should be careful."
The Tmall woman frowned next to her and said a little unhappy: "Senior Brother, why did you give that guy a second chance to fight? What if you can't pick that string of rosary?"
Zhuo Zhihua thought to myself that Senior Brother Zhong has kindly helped me. Junior sister, why are you still criticizing me? I was worried that the other party would be unhappy, and smiled apologetically and said, "That monk should be a second-generation disciple of Yuelun Kingdom. I didn't expect it to be I can't walk for a long time under Senior Brother Zhong, and I think Senior Brother should be the best in the academy."
Ning Que's smile on his face was a bit far-fetched, thinking that he had habitually hidden his true identity. Mo would make a big name for Zhong Dajun in the future, and he wouldn't have time to cry.
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He led the big dark horse away from Wenxi and walked slowly along the lakeside. The snowflakes in the sky were more dense than before. Ning Que quietly looked at the snow scene in the lake, constantly analyzing and savoring today's battle in his mind.
Chivalry spirit and glory of demeanor have always been the dirty air emitted by the human body, and it has no meaning. The reason why I gave the monks of Yuelun Kingdom a second chance was not to hit the other party and convinced him, but to him need an opponent. Come and test the knife and experiment with the new combat method I have figured out these days.
In combat experiments, compatriots in the Tang Dynasty military camp definitely cannot do it because they can't take ruthless measures. A truly strong man like Prince Longqing is definitely not good, because he is very likely to be ruthless. The monk from Baita Temple I met today is in the middle of forty, and is the most suitable object, suitable for him to hold the knife Both hands began to tremble excitedly when they were in the handle.
During the battle, he made two swords, and his precise mastery of speed and power was greatly improved compared to when he was in Weicheng, but the key point was not that, but that he did not use any means of practice - like the monks in Baita Temple. He can cope with an opponent at the level without using practice methods - this is the basis of the fighting method he wants to try.
On the rainy night, Chunfeng Pavilion, I used a sword to strike Xiaoshui, and I don't know how many good gangsters in Chang'an City were killed. At the intersection of Beishan Road, the gray and dark sword shadow of the Demon Sect sword master caused heavy casualties in the Tang Dynasty. Compared with ordinary warriors, practitioners always seem extremely powerful and are simply difficult to defeat.
In Ning Que's view, the main reason is that practitioners use their mind power to control the vitality of heaven and earth. The speed of flying swords or other weapons in natal is much faster than ordinary martial arts in the world, and their trajectory can be traced east and west, which is simply unpredictable.
But this is not a problem for him who has entered the world of cultivation. Although he has only learned ten orifices, his qualifications are extremely poor, and he can control very little energy. If he uses a flying sword to fight against someone, he cannot occupy speed and power. He has the upper hand, but he has extremely sharp perception and can clearly detect the slightest changes in the vital energy of heaven and earth around him.
Not all practitioners can capture the unnatural changes in the vital energy of heaven and earth. Ning Que is trying to capture it. As long as he can capture that thread, he can know when the hostile practitioner will take action and know the other party's natal object. How to run.
Today he succeeded, so when the monks of the Yuelun Kingdom roared, they could not see the trajectory of their movement at all, but they were extremely clear and extremely slow in his sea of consciousness.
Mastering the enemy's natal objects is only the first step. In this combat method, Ning Que needs to narrow the distance with the opponent's cultivator in the shortest time and drag the opponent into a melee battle.
Just like what he and Situ Yilan said that day. In his opinion, most practitioners in the world are immersed in meditation flying swords, with only beautiful figures, and can be magicians but don't know how to be executioners.
Moreover, except for the peak martial arts powerhouses and the masters of the Demon Sect, all practitioners in the world have a fatal problem. Their physical bodies and abilities are too fragile. If there is no strong attendant, and if he is close to someone like him who is accustomed to life and death with sharp sword skills, then there will be only a way out.
Ning Que would think that this fighting method was related to his own cultivation qualifications. Before becoming a divine talisman master, if you want to defeat a practitioner who is similar to your own realm or even higher than you, you must have some different means, which is also the same as Master Yan Se before leaving Chang'an City. The sentence is related.
At that time, Master Yan Se looked at him and said calmly: "Even if you can fly a sword into the cloud and kill the enemy thousands of miles, if the enemy can protect one foot in front of you, this shocking sword will be meaningless. Even Liu Bai Such a guy will be stunned once you are approached by your second senior brother. So it is more important to manage a foot of your body than anything else."
The sword is thousands of miles away, less than a foot in front of you.
Ning Que stood quietly by the lake in the snow.
He looked at the sky thousands of miles away and drew his sword to cut down a snowflake in front of him.
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(I made it today, and I can still make it tomorrow.)