Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 67 Only because of being in this mountain

(I am very satisfied with the ten steps of this chapter. Comments and conjectures are welcome, try to figure out the protagonist's thoughts, and vote for recommendation if you like it, um, favorite.)

It was cold and cold in the prison, and the sun was not visible. Su Qinian thought of his mother, Su Shi. Although he also practiced two layers of "Galloping Horse Strength" in his early years, he was born in a poor family and lost his skills very early. Entering the cold air, every time it is cloudy and cold, there will always be pains.

Although he is poor at this time, the Qingyang Palace is broken and weeds are overgrown, but compared to his elder brother Su Qiming who is in the Beihai cannon fodder camp at this time, and his parents who can't see the sun and the moon in the sky prison, he is much more comfortable. times.

Su Qinian felt uneasy, seeing the fragrant roe deer on the bonfire, his little appetite disappeared.

Get up, find a dilapidated altar, take out the corner inkstone and rabbit hair brush from Xiaoyao Valley, boil a pot of snow water in an earthen pot, and only a handful of knotted rabbit hairs are left to soak.

Inject water, grind ink.

There was no fragrance of ink, and the inferior ink stick was only the size of a pinky finger, full of impurities. Su Qinian picked up the pen, started to ink, and spread out a piece of scorched hemp paper in front of him.

An old Eight Immortals table, several pairs of bowls and chopsticks, a jug, several plates of dumplings, and four figures.

Outlined with pen and ink, with only a few strokes, Su Qinian suddenly sighed and gave up.

Sitting cross-legged again, Su Qinian watched the snowflakes flying outside the hall, and the cold wind was blowing in through the shabby window, whining like a ghost crying.

The bonfire swayed, and the golden-roasted roe deer gradually charred and burned to ashes.

In the end, Su Qinian closed his eyes, and slashed the knife in front of his knee. He calmed down, and on the verge of entering meditation, he calmed down his restless mind.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Qinian felt something in his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a snow-like figure from his back, which was even colder than this winter.

"Liu Qingchan." Su Qinian said.

In front of the dilapidated altar, the princess of Hanyang scanned the half of the fragmented scroll, and turned around slowly. The green silk rippling like a waterfall, the Qingluan hairpin is very simple, but there is a strange grace when it falls into it.

Liu Qingchan nodded and said, "I didn't expect you to reach the seventh level of perfection in Wudang's "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" so quickly. You speak so calmly. It seems that your state of mind has also improved a lot, most likely because you have settled down, but why didn't you paint the whole picture, your brushwork has become more refined, and your energy and spirit have changed. It seems that you have experienced a lot in the past month or so."

Her tone was calm, with a kind of composure that she knew well. Su Qinian looked at her eyes, not as sharp as they were a month ago, but became restrained and round, as if her jade had been polished for thousands of years, and all the edges and corners had been polished away.

Raising his eyebrows, Su Qinian said: "Your "Chilong Kungfu" has reached the eighth level."

"You have good eyesight," Liu Qingchan snapped her fingers, knocking on the altar table several times with her slender fingers like jade, she frowned slightly, and said, "One-third of the heart of time has not yet awakened."

Her words were firm, not asking, but as if explaining a fact.

Su Qinian didn't doubt it, because he knew that one-third of the heart of time of the princess of Hanyang had already awakened, all kinds of supernatural powers were unpredictable, even this teleportation was extremely terrifying, it could be called a life-saving skill, perhaps because of repairing The only downside is that if you don't end with him who also has a third of the Heart of Time, you can only teleport a few feet at most, and once you encounter a life-and-death crisis, as long as the two of you are not in the same place, unless the opponent's split-second Killing goes beyond the spirit and mind, then it is impossible to kill.

As for whether he has awakened the Heart of Time, not only Liu Qingchan, but that one will probably feel it even if they are far away.

"It seems that you have to try to advance to the eighth level of "Tortoise and Snake Technique", maybe you can gain something."

Liu Qingchan said, her eyes were bright, and she showed a bit of playfulness, and said: "Inheritance of Qingyang Peak, I don't know which martial art you got, "Qingyang Sword"? Or "Qianli Yuanheng Step" ? Or the Zareth Palm..."

""The Knife of Death"."

""The Knife of Death"?"

The princess of Hanyang showed a rare degree of prudence and concentration. Her nose was as jade-like, and even in the cold winter, she still exposed a small part of her forearm that was as creamy. Although Yang Sword is among the top, but the road ahead is certain, it is difficult to escape. "Sword" is dangerous, and the supreme sword intent is rarely achieved by anyone, but only this "Sword of Death", although it is only first-class, it has no limit, it can reach the top, and it can also touch the destiny, all within a single thought."

Ok?

Su Qinian was a little surprised that the world-renowned King of Suppressing Demons actually had such a high evaluation. From this point of view, although he had some impressions of this sword technique from recent experiences, it may be very important. Now it seems that, I am afraid it is still greatly underestimated.

call!

Just as he was thinking about it, Liu Qingchan, the lord of Hanyang County, made a sudden move.

She took a step forward, like a dragon swimming, and punched out a powerful fist, the wind whimpered like a dragon's roar, and there was a violent explosion.

Chilong Fist!

This is the foundation-building boxing method specially practiced by royal women. Generally speaking, it is weaker than the fish-dragon boxing practiced by many princes and princes. It is a way of enslaving yin and yang, but in the hands of the only daughter of the demon king, it is even more domineering. , Abnormally fierce, the wind of the fist is suffocating.

The air was distorted, and there was no sound of horseshoes, but an illusory red dragon shadow appeared behind it, densely covered with dragon scales, without horns, and with three-toed dragon claws, an invisible aura of majesty pervaded.

Chilongying!

Su Qinian's heart was shaken. In the whole world, if the foundation building skills are different, only the foundation building skills of the royal family, when the seventh level is completed, what is manifested is not a fierce horse, nor a bloody horse, because it contains The imperial spirit of the emperor, there are many different dragon shadows in this world.

And Su Qinian also heard Qingyu say that the tenth floor of Wudang's "Turtle and Snake Art", although few of the three mad Taoists in the past have reached it, but there are some records in the historical records. Flood horses, upon reaching the tenth floor, Flood Horses Nirvana, transformed completely, and become Dragon Horses that run rampant for nine days.

With this punch, Su Qinian felt a life-and-death crisis.

The hairs on his body stood up, and a strong wind pressure rushed towards his face. The Chilong majesty, the emperor's air, this kind of boxing is too overbearing, even if it is just the royal family's foundation building boxing, but looking at the world, in terms of subtlety and majesty, it is also It is by no means inferior to ordinary martial arts, or even better.

This is a punch that far surpasses that of a bloody horse.

But at the next moment, Su Qinian thought about it, but resisted the urge to draw his sword. He raised his right arm, and pointed his index finger towards the void in front of him. He spat out half an inch of air.

When the finger fell, Liu Qingchan let out a light sigh, as if seeing a round of rising sun jumping out of the horizon, the sun was shining on the ground, and a lonely figure was walking under the rising sun. He was covered in rain, dew, frost and snow. bright.

Ding!

Fists and fingers intersected, like golden beads falling on a jade plate, there was a crisp sound, and then there was a gust of wind howling and sweeping. Not far away, the broken altar table was blown away, the bonfire was scattered, and the whole Qingyang Temple was shaken slightly. Sawdust and dust fell down.

As soon as the two hit each other, they were separated by a few feet, and they stopped.

"What a subtle sincerity." The princess of Hanyang took a deep look at Su Qinian, then looked away, turned around and took a step forward, "I hope to see your "Sword of Death" next time."

In front of Qingyang Hall.

Liu Qingchan stopped her figure, she looked up at the sky, the snow breathed, the dark clouds tore a gap, and the winter moon was like cold jade, revealing a corner of clear light.

After counting interest.

"Editor Su and his wife are well."

The voice was very soft, and Su Qinian's whole body trembled. Looking at the graceful, but somewhat lonely figure, it gradually became transparent, and after ten breaths, it completely disappeared into nothingness.

He couldn't see that there was a faint smile on the corner of the mouth of the figure whose back was facing him.

After standing blankly for a long while, Su Qinian smiled wryly and shook his head, calming down his thoughts. He took a deep breath and suddenly didn't know what to say. Picking up the painting, looking at it one last time, it was lit with a little residual fire and turned into ashes. (I am very satisfied with the ten steps of this chapter. Comments and conjectures are welcome, try to figure out the protagonist's thoughts, and vote for recommendation if you like it, um, favorite.)

(End of this chapter)