Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 199 What a Fate

Duan Yixue wasn't angry, but her strange little brother still had some reason in her analysis.

"Brother, did you hear me, from now on I need to spend more time with him, otherwise he will turn into a monster." Looking back at Wang Mu on the main seat, Duan Yixue winked.

Wang Mu supported his forehead, drunk.

In fact, he also found it quite strange, the key is that Wang Mu had this dream too, and more than once, he knew the tree in the dream, it was the peach blossom tree he had been meditating on for 3 years.

How could Duan Yixue have the same dream as herself?Still continuous.

Is it fate?As a Buddhist disciple, Wang Mu certainly believed in fate.The Buddha said, looking back five hundred times in the previous life, only in exchange for passing by once in this life.If so, how much fate do these people present have with me?

Especially Duan Yixue, dreaming is the same.

Could it be that Duan Yixue, like himself, has something to do with this tree?
But the problem is, maybe the reincarnation is too long, or there may be other reasons, Wang Mu only knows that he has sat under a peach tree for 3 years, and achieved the body of a flower Buddha, but for a long time after that, Wang Mu's memory is all gone. It was blank, and then he was chased and killed by the Three Realms and Nine Domains for no reason.

Can't remember why, or even where that tree is!
After Linjiang's affairs were settled, and after visiting Yu Xin and Sister Lan's mother and daughter the next day, Wang Mu led everyone back home.

After returning to Country M, Wang Mu didn't go directly to Huangfu's house. Anyway, it was a leave period, so Huangfu Yanran wouldn't notice.

He lived in the old castle of the Death God Mercenary Group, Duan Yixue and the others had successfully built the foundation, Yan Kuanyi and the others were practicing Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, it was time for Duan Yixue to learn a set of martial arts.

Wang Mu intends to teach Duan Yixue Taohuaman's swordsmanship.

Peach Blossom Man was created by Wang Mu himself countless years ago. When he made it, it was full of peach blossoms, and it would be even more beautiful for girls to use.

The point is, with Duan Yixue's talent of 49 Buddha wheels, it shouldn't be a problem to comprehend this Taohuaman. You must know that Taohuaman should be a low-rank martial skill at the prefectural level based on Wang Mu's experience.

At the prefectural level, there are not many sets of this kind of martial arts in the whole world.

Peach Blossom has a total of eight styles: Enchanting Flowers, Flowers Accompanied by Hollow Hearts, Red Luan Moves, A Line of Peach Red, Falling Flowers Rain, Flowers Dance Buddha's Worry, Flower Spirit Hate, and Flower Burial Soul.

It was another moonlit night, the sky was like a mirror, the stars were like diamonds, and the bright moon spread its halo all over the sky, as if smiling at the common people.

In the boundless wilderness, Wang Mu and Duan Yixue looked at each other, and the dense light and mist enveloped the two of them, like a dream.

"Do you remember?" Wang Mu asked.

Duan Yixue nodded with a smile, "What a beautiful martial skill, I want to try it now."

Wang Mu also nodded, "Don't force it, your cultivation level is not enough now, don't hurt yourself."

"En." Duan Yixue still had a confident face, stepped back a few steps, smiled at Wang Muwan'er, and raised a silver-white long sword in his hand.

Those bright eyes and white teeth seemed familiar.

The long sword rises, the afterimage follows, and the mist of flowers fills the air.

The sky and the earth changed instantly. Following Duan Yixue's movement of raising the sword, the surrounding area of ​​more than ten meters was filled with gorgeous pink mist. In the thick red mist, faint peach blossoms loomed.

Even the silvery white blade has turned pink.

Peach blossoms revolved around Duan Yixue, her beautiful face was clean and refined, and her smile was as glamorous as peach blossoms.

Another familiar scene.

"Hurrah!"

Suddenly, the condensed red mist suddenly exploded, countless peach blossoms fluttered, confusing the eyes, the bursts of flower fragrance covered the heart, the whole world was intoxicated, and at this moment, surrounded by thousands of flowers, Duan Yixue body The shape suddenly moved, turned into an afterimage and shot out from the thousands of flowers. The sharp red light formed the sword's edge, like a snake in the flower, and a sting in the cloud, enough to kill people and make them invisible!

The afterimage flitted rapidly, divided into several directions, and completed all the changes in this move, and at the end, before the afterimage had had time to dissipate, it had already formed a net, covering the tens of meters of void in all directions.

Wang Mu couldn't help scratching his head, it's strange, the first time he came into contact with it, he actually practiced it so proficiently, this is an earth-level martial art!
The peach blossoms were dissipating, Duan Yixue also frowned, looked at Wang Mu, then looked at the bright moon in the sky, and finally looked at the scattered petals around, feeling touched in his heart, did he practice this martial skill himself? How could it be so smooth?It's like building for yourself.

Blinking her eyes, she started the second move, the flower partner is hollow!
Slowly pointing the long sword to the sky, a peaceful and warm atmosphere came, and for a moment, everything looked so harmonious.

On the top of Duan Yixue's head, a gorgeous peach blossom formed, as huge as a cloud, although it was a bit blurry, but under the moonlight, it was still undiminished, as if the flower was alive, smiling at the person speaking.

Duan Yixue closed her eyes, her long hair trembled slightly, her pretty face was illuminated by gentle pink, and there was a calm and happy smile on the corner of her mouth. At this moment, she was the flower on her head, and the flower was her.

Quiet, extremely quiet, there was clearly wind, but no sound could be heard.

Wang Mu frowned again, that's not right, how could Duan Yixue have practiced this trick Huabankong to a different state, it's not a mistake, but a completely different state.

The sword move was created by him, so he naturally knows what kind of artistic conception this sword move will have. In terms of emotions, the flower seemed to be alive, and she could feel the faint happiness, as if she and the flower had become one.

"Shh!"

After a few seconds of silence, Duan Yixue suddenly opened his eyes, a black * appeared between his brows, and a golden Buddha wheel with a pink color appeared around his body, and he struck out with a long sword.

"噗噌噢噐..." Radiating blows, a series of more than a dozen swords pierced out in a circular manner, like straight lightning that exploded, and when she retracted the sword, there were already straight pink traces left in the void, It was like that huge peach blossom suddenly exploded.

The strong wind swept away, and countless weeds were cut off and fluttered in the moonlight.

The third trick, Hong Luan moves!
For some reason, Duan Yixue suddenly smiled charmingly, and looked at Wang Mu affectionately after making a sword move.

Peach blossoms were flying all over the sky, dancing, and making small and broken sounds. For a while, the whole world was filled with such cheerful sounds. The moon was shining brightly, as if it had become the sun. The sun was gentle and the words were fragrant.

Emotion is everywhere!

Wang Mu grinned. This move was exactly as he thought. Duan Yixue, a nympho, showed the full meaning of this move. If he cultivated enough, the power would naturally be brought to the extreme. Mu himself is not inferior to using it.

Seeing Duan Yixue's eyes full of affection, Wang Mu smiled awkwardly, but thought in his heart, why did he invent such an ambiguous move in the first place, it's so boring and perverted!

When the third move fell, the rustling flower language continued, but Duan Yixue stopped practicing the next move, but stepped on the endless flower shadow, walked towards Wang Mu in the faint and cheerful voice .

The sound was like the chirping of thousands of birds, like a wind chime from outside the sky, and like a lover whispering in the ear, Hong Luan was emotional.

"Brother, did we know each other in the previous life?" She looked at Wang Mu, felt the feeling of deja vu in her heart, and smiled affectionately.

"Cough," Wang Mu coughed lightly, trying to maintain the ethereal spirit of the master, and said calmly, "Perhaps, everything in the world originates from fate."

"Hehe," Duan Yixue smiled brightly, "If that's the case, I must have loved you in my previous life."

Wang Mu suddenly felt depressed.

"Brother, it's not good, come and take a look! I'll fuck it up, something serious happened!" At this moment, Yan Kuan's bluffing voice came.

Wang Mu was shocked, he couldn't practice anymore anyway, this broken swordsmanship, if he continued to practice, he would lose his body.

"Okay, I'll be right there." He took a serious look at Yan Kuan, then turned his head and smiled at Duan Yixue, and Wang Mufeng ran into the castle.

Looking at Wang Mu's back, Duan Yixue smiled happily like a little girl, bathed in the white moonlight and whispered: "It must be, I loved you in my previous life."

Something really happened in the castle.

In a room, Wuwei Ahua and Yefeng were all there. They formed a circle and were looking at Wang Junhui in the center.

Wang Junhui sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and frowned. Wang Mu looked at his hands, which were impressively holding the Magic Art of Chaos and Strangeness.

At this moment, his body was trembling slightly, sweating profusely, and an extremely restless aura was coming out of his body. Just by feeling the breath, he could tell that Wang Junhui was in danger now.

And looking at the stubbornness in his furrowed brows, it seems more like he has fallen into some kind of obsession.

This is the most feared thing in cultivation, not to mention that this guy is actually practicing Chaos Strange Art!This is not something everyone can practice.

"Your sister, what's the matter?"

Looking up at the crowd, Wang Mu shouted.

"Brother, you can't blame me. He insisted on pestering me to teach him the Chaos Strange Art. If he didn't want to teach him, he would go to Xiaohong to expose my old background. You know, my historical background is not up to the mark, so I taught him. I thought he was just joking, who knows that this guy is so stubborn, he has been sitting here for two hours, and he said he must step into this threshold, no one persuaded him, I saw that something was wrong with him, so I went to you Here we come." Yan Kuan, who came with him, said with an aggrieved face.

He was really wronged. He should have guessed that Wang Junhui had a stone head. Although he was smart, he was stubborn, just like when he was beaten violently in the toilet, he refused to admit defeat.

This is actually the same virtue when it comes to cultivation.

Wang Mu raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and said helplessly, "Don't you know that he has no foundation? He doesn't have any foundation at all, and he will die if he cultivates such a profound skill from the very beginning!"

"Brother, I really didn't do it on purpose. Hurry up and see how you can help him. Look at that face, as if you are about to tear yourself apart." Persistence scares.

(End of this chapter)