Planar martial arts myth

Everyone dispersed, leaving only Guo Jing and Ling Muyun in place.Guo Jing looked at Ling Muyun curiously. Although Ling Muyun was wearing a Mongolian costume as the Romans did, his fair complexion and handsome face were nothing like the dark and rough appearance of the Mongolian people who had suffered from the wind and sand. The faces were completely different, although Guo Jing was blunt, he could also see something special about Ling Muyun.

Ling Muyun didn't dodge either, and looked at Guo Jing with a smile. The target of his visit this time was Guo Jing, so naturally there was no reason to avoid seeing him now.

Guo Jing looked at it for a long while, and then choked out a sentence: "Aren't you a Mongolian?"

"Oh?" Ling Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a smile, "How do you know I'm not a Mongolian?"

Guo Jing scratched his head and said, "There are no Mongolians as white as you, nor as handsome as you."

"Hehe, boy, you are right. Most Mongolians have pancake faces and thick skin. There really are no handsome men like me." Ling Muyun stroked his face with his hands, and said rather narcissistically.

"You are not a Mongol, so are you a Jin or a Han?" Guo Jing asked Ling Muyun, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"I am Han Chinese."

Hearing that Ling Muyun was from Han, Guo Jing felt cordial and said excitedly: "I am also from Han, and my mother and seven of my masters are also from Han. They all grew up in the south of the Yangtze River. According to them, it is a place with beautiful mountains and rivers A place with beautiful scenery... But I was born in Mongolia, and I have never been out of the grasslands since I was a child, and I have never been to the south of the Yangtze River, so I don't know how beautiful it is..." After speaking, his voice gradually dropped It's obvious that it touched a certain feeling in my heart.

Seeing Guo Jing's performance and remembering his poor life experience, Ling Muyun sighed, stepped forward and patted Guo Jing's shoulder with his hand, and comforted him: "Don't worry, you will definitely have a chance to go to Jiangnan."

"Thank you."

Guo Jing's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Ling Muyun and said something dull.

"By the way, everyone else has left, why are you still here?" Ling Muyun didn't want Guo Jing to feel depressed, so he changed the subject and asked.

"Oh, I just want to stay and practice martial arts for a while. I'm too stupid. The kung fu master taught me is always bad, and I always disappoint the masters." The slowness is also frustrating.

Ling Muyun comforted: "Don't be discouraged, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you put your heart into it, as long as you persevere and work hard, nothing is impossible."

"Well, you are right, I will work hard."

Guo Jing nodded heavily, his face full of determination, and then he put the short knife with a golden handle and sheath given by Temujin into his belt, and then drew out his long sword, ignoring Ling Muyun's presence Watching, he practiced swordsmanship on the spot.

This is also the reason why Guo Jing grew up in the grasslands since he was a child and did not understand the rules of martial arts.Martial arts practitioners have always valued their own self-preservation. Most people in the real martial arts world regard their own martial arts as the basis for their survival, and are unwilling to reveal it to outsiders easily. How can they allow irrelevant people to watch from the sidelines while practicing martial arts?Only Guo Jing, who grew up in the grasslands and has never been in contact with the rivers and lakes, and who has a straightforward personality, would practice martial arts in front of others without any precautions.

Since Guo Jing didn't care, Ling Muyun was happy to watch from the sidelines.It's not that he wants to steal the teacher, with the two great kung fu of nine yin and nine yang, Ling Muyun still doesn't see the superficial kung fu of the six monsters in the south of the Yangtze River. He wants to take this opportunity to observe Guo Jing's kung fu carefully. What kind of level has he reached.After all, Guo Jing is the fateful person in this sculpture world, and it is closely related to his system tasks. If he wants to participate in the plot and complete the tasks, he will inevitably have to entangle with Guo Jing more, and he must always know his strength well.

The swordsmanship that Guo Jing practiced was the one taught by Han Xiaoying, the last of the seven monsters in the south of the Yangtze River. In one of the tricks, "Branch hits the white ape", you have to jump in the air and hold two flat flowers in succession, and then return to the sword and strike down. , is a delicate move in the Yuenu swordsmanship.

It's just that Guo Jing put a lot of effort into his footwork, and his vertical jump was not light enough. He only reached one and a half flats in mid-air, and then he fell to the ground. Once you jump high enough, you will forget to hold the flat flower with your sword.After practicing for a long time, this move "Branches Hitting the White Ape" always fails, either the jump is too low, or it is too late to pull the foot flat.Guo Jing couldn't help being restless and irritable, but it got worse and worse. He only practiced profusely but it was always difficult to practice.

Seeing this, Ling Muyun couldn't help shaking his head secretly. Guo Jing was born with a blunt personality, and was more suitable for taking a simple and straightforward path, but the swordsmanship he is practicing now emphasizes lightness and agility, and the skillful changes in sword moves, which is not in line with Guo Jing's aptitude at all. No matter how much time you practice, it may be difficult to achieve success.

At this moment, a sound of horseshoes was suddenly heard, Ling Muyun looked back following the sound, but saw Hua Zheng who had left before galloping back.She galloped closer, got off her horse, and glanced at Ling Muyun who was at the side in surprise, as if she was wondering why such a person as him suddenly appeared, but she was obviously not as interested in him as she was in Guo Jing. Afterwards, he turned his attention to Guo Jing, and regardless of the presence of a stranger like Ling Muyun, he just watched Guo Jing practice his sword. Seeing his hard-working expression, he couldn't help persuading him: "Stop practicing, rest for a while."

Guo Jing didn't appreciate it, and said impatiently: "Don't bother me, I don't have time to talk with you."

Huazheng stopped talking and looked at him with a smile. After a while, he took out a handkerchief from his bosom, tied two knots, threw it at him, and shouted, "Wipe your sweat."

Guo Jing hummed, but didn't pick it up, let the handkerchief fall to the ground, and continued to practice sword.

Seeing this scene, Ling Muyun couldn't help sighing inwardly, Luohua is intentional, flowing water is ruthless, Huazheng's affection for Guo Jing can be seen even by him, an outsider who is meeting him for the first time, but it's a pity that Guo Jing, an idiot, didn't notice it at all. It is God's will.

At this time, Hua Zheng said again: "Just now you begged Daddy not to let me marry Du Shi, so why?"

Guo Jing said: "Du Shi is very bad. In the past, leopards were released to eat your brother Tuo Lei. If you marry him, he might beat you."

Huazheng smiled and said, "If he hits me, come and help me."

Guo Jing couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words, and said, "Then... how can it be done?"

Hua Zheng stared at him, and said softly, "If I don't marry Du Shi, then who will I marry?"

Guo Jing shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Huazheng let out a "bah", her face was blushing, but she suddenly turned angry, and said, "You don't know anything!"

Ling Muyun couldn't help sighing in his heart, this girl on the prairie is really generous, and there are outsiders present to show her affection so straightforwardly, without any shyness and reservedness of Han girls, she simply treats him as if she doesn't exist.If he hadn't vaguely remembered that something was going to happen next, Ling Muyun would have turned around and left a long time ago, the feeling of being a light bulb is really uncomfortable.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a sad eagle cry from the sky, Ling Muyun looked up following the sound, and saw that the big white eagle that was lured away by the black eagle's design flew back quickly, and it chased the black eagle until now He just came back, thinking that the black eagles lured it to a very far place.Seeing the return of their relatives, the two little white eagles in the cave on the top of the cliff kept chirping and chirping, as if they were crying to the big white eagle.

Seeing that his lover had died on the cliff, the great white eagle flew back and wailed incessantly, passing over the cliff like a white cloud, and then flew back, circling back and forth, and the sound was so sad that it was audible. sad.

Hua Zheng said to Guo Jing, "Look how pitiful this white eagle is."

Guo Jing nodded and said, "Well, it must be very sad!"

At this moment, the white eagle suddenly heard a long and shrill cry, fluttering its wings straight up to the sky, and then rushed down from the cloud like an arrow, and hit a big rock on the cliff with a puff. He died, and fell beside the white eagle that died earlier.

Guo Jing and Hua Zheng exclaimed in unison, jumped up together, and were too frightened to speak for a while.

"Ask what love is in the world, and teach life and death. Flying guests from the north and the south, the old wings have a few cold and heat. Fun, parting is bitter, and there are more idiotic children. You should have words, ten thousand miles of clouds, thousands of mountains and snow at dusk , who is only shadowing towards..." Witnessing this scene, Ling Muyun suddenly had this ancient noun in his mind, and couldn't help but read it in a low voice.

Suddenly, a loud voice came from behind: "Good words! Good words! Respectable! Respectable!"

The three of them followed the sound and looked back, only to see an old Taoist priest striding towards him. This old Taoist has gray hair but a ruddy complexion, a high bun on the top of his head, and a spotless Taoist robe. Generally clean.Holding a dust whisk in his hand, his sleeves fluttered in the wind, like a fairy.

Seeing this old Taoist, Ling Muyun couldn't help feeling a little bit moved: "Danyangzi Ma Yu, you are finally here!"