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Chapter 81: 81: Throat God

"There are many types of swordsmanship in the world. There are thirteen sword styles in Qingque Palace, 24 female frames in Xuankong Temple, and 28 sword styles in Xiyi Mountain. In addition, there are countless swordsmanship circulated in the rivers and lakes. But each Although there are many changes in sword-like techniques, in the final analysis, they are nothing more than stabbing, pointing, pumping, cutting, wiping, and chopping..."

In the backyard, Li Chan held a sword demonstration.Nie Kongkong watched carefully, but his eyes wandered for a moment.Li Chan stopped her sword and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No..." Nie Kongkong lowered his head, hesitating for a while, "I saw it last night, Uncle breathed out sword energy and killed that monster."

Li Chan raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, put away his sword and sat down at the stone table under the loquat tree, "Come and sit here."

Nie Kongkong sat across the stone table.

Li Chan said: "Do you want to learn flying sword?"

Nie Kongkong and Li Chan looked at each other and nodded.

Li Chan shook her head, "It's too late."

Nie Kongkong's face turned pale, and he still looked at Li Chan fixedly, "But he is a practitioner."

"Practitioner..." Li Chan understood what Nie Kongkong was thinking.Over the past twenty years in the chaos of demons, the deeds of the practitioners of the two religions who conquered demons and eliminated demons have not faded away, but have become more and more legendary through word of mouth.In the eyes of mortals, practitioners are characters who can kill with spitting, how could they be injured by ordinary soldiers and ordinary iron.

He said slowly: "Before I came to Dayong, I didn't see many practitioners. Until two years ago, when I helped the Lingguan of Xuandu Town God's Temple, he recommended me to Qingque Palace and got a gatekeeper." There are rumors in the market that the people of the two religions fly to the sky and hide from the earth, omnipotent. They spend their time in the world, eat the wind and drink the dew, and don’t eat the fireworks of the world. These rumors are not aimless, but they are exaggerated. Qing Que The Taoist priests in the palace actually live a very boring life. They knock on the cloud board at Maoshi and go to the morning class. After the evening class, they practice a time-hour Daoyin technique, and the day passes like this. I watched the mountain gate there and saw two Taoist priests fighting The disciples on the mountain were not allowed to use supernatural powers and spells, so they used fists and kicks to beat both of them with bruised noses and swollen faces. Another time, Zhenren Zhao of the Beidou Hall pondered for several months about the remnant prescription of Huang Dan in the ancient method. , Forgot to follow the rules, and tripped over by the blue sparrow in the palace. Poor Mr. Zhao, he is quite old, and a big piece of oily skin was broken on his forehead, and the blood flowed to his chin."

Nie Kongkong turned his head and looked east over the wall.She couldn't understand the words "Daoyinshu", "Qingque" and "Zhonghuangdan", but looking at the top of Fuyu Mountain in the distance at this moment, the misty clouds that never disperse seemed to be partly pushed away, No more mystery.Especially the palace master, who has a lot of background as soon as he heard his name, would fall and bleed. This fall was really hard, and the fairy of Qingque Palace fell from the cloud head to the mortal world.

Li Chan said: "Cultivators are also human beings. If they are stabbed in the right place by a sword, they can be killed with one blow. You should learn this sword."

"Which sword?"

"Thorn." Li Chan broke off a branch and handed it to Nie Kongkong, "You have some roots."

……

Since early morning, the girl has practiced sword in the courtyard.

Until the sun was setting, the branch that had been held tightly for several hours finally fell to the ground.

Yacha carried the fainted Nie Kongkong into the room, Sao Qingniang glanced at Li Chan, and said softly, "Why don't you let her rest?"

Li Chan brushed away Nie Kongkong's sideburns that were close to her cheeks, and smoothed her frowning brows, "This way she doesn't have to think about sad things."

Sao Qingniang sighed: "I don't know whether to say you are hard-hearted or soft-hearted. If you are so tired, if you don't guide her tonight, she won't even be able to lift her arms tomorrow."

Li Chan smiled: "I can only trouble Qing Niang."

He left the East Wing and returned to the main house.

On the desk were Nie Er's broken jade tin and two pieces of drawing paper.He rolled up the drawing paper with the green between eyebrows, and then looked at another painting.In the painting, the Miaoyin bird has colorful fur, a human head and a bird body, bouncing a pipa on a rosette, with a strange posture.However, her human face with a beak is very similar to Gu Jiuniang no matter how you look at it.

Li Chan whispered to the picture scroll: "You became my throat god, and I also fulfilled a wish for you."

……

Nie Kongkong's face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and the sheets were soaked into wax blue with sweat.Suddenly, there was a faint singing voice from outside the window, sad and mournful: "Miaoyin, Miaoyin, sorry for my fate..."

Her eyes were still closed tightly, but she muttered in her mouth: "Ah, Aunt..."

(End of this chapter)