Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 7: Snow Cut (Part 2)

Chapter 7 Breaking Snow (Part 2)

The monk from Yuelun Kingdom wanted to smash the cute Tmall girl into meat paste with an iron rod, and even shouted that I, Buddha, was compassionate. So Ning Que put the slender Pub Knife on the monk's neck, and then said that Master seemed to not understand compassion.

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The skin on the monk's neck became slightly trembling due to the chill on the blade. He looked at Ning Que's clothes, looked alarmed, and asked slightly hoarsely: "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 cheeks, slightly black under his hat, were stiff due to shame and annoyance, and said in a deep voice: "Isn't reason?"

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, and her little face turned red and sarcastically said, "Are you shameless? You just now, you were sneak attacking me, but she said we were sneak attacking you, why should you fight you?"

Ning Que seemed to have not heard her words, slowly moved away from the Pu Knife that was resting on the monk's throat, fell onto the thick snow, 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 this young Tangren suddenly appeared, and he couldn't see it.

If you get out of the other party's realm, there are only two possibilities. The young Tangren's realm is far higher than himself, or the other party is not a practitioner.

When he entered the realm of Cave Xuan at such a young age? The monk believed that this possibility was too small. Moreover, 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 it was an ordinary person

People, how can they defeat themselves again when they are prepared by practitioners like themselves?

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 the melted clear water spread around his feet, and was nailed to the big tree by feather arrows.

The black rosary trembled violently, and then forced himself to break free from the arrow cluster 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. Black rosary 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 in the snow forests were flying around, 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-rose grass, staring at the snow and wind

The iron rod and the string of whistling black rosary had no expression on their faces.

Just as the rosary string was at its peak and was about to disappear from sight, he bent his knees and bounced up like a snow fox used to hunting in the snowfield, sticking along an extremely low curve.

Snow faces forward.

The distance was quickly brought closer, and he flipped his hands, and the slender sword was 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 string of beads 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 injured.

Ning Que's attack worked, so he was not weak. He turned his steps forward and the slender Pu Dao naturally dragged behind him. He suddenly exerted force on his waist and abdomen. He held the hilt in both hands and slashed forward with all his strength!

The blade cuts through the slowly falling snowflakes in the air.

A iron rod that covers his face like a flying ashes.

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.

He accurately kicked his right foot on the monk's knee, then turned his wrist and flipped the slender Pu knife in the air. The back of the knife slashed hard on the monk's throat, holding back the scream that was about to be heard.

The monk from Yuelun country knelt on one knee with a snap, blood kept flowing down from the corners of his lips, and the deep knife marks on his 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 felt the chill on his neck again, and 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, he didn't understand what happened at that moment, why the other party was obviously an ordinary person, but he could pick his own rosary 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 girls in Mochiyuan, Dahe Country covered their lips. They were not sympathizing with this hateful monk in Yuelun Country.

But I didn't expect that this slender and ordinary 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 sword techniques. The natal rosary of the Buddhist practitioners is like the flying swords of sword masters. It is extremely fast and cannot capture its flight trajectory at all. If you can't see it, you can't predict how it will fly.

Then the best swordsmanship in the world cannot be defeated, but this young Tang man 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 was 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 the Dahe Kingdom behind him.

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 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 I lost to the hands of an unknown Tangren."

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, 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 me, I guess I 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 heads 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 forty, dares to be so cruel and ruthless? He is so crazy? He can forcefully steal other people's places? Qu Nimadi... Is this the name? He also has 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 the academy are very simple. Whoever has the biggest fist determines the rules. Obeying the rules is a ritual. The second senior brother’s requirement for his trip to the wasteland is very simple. No matter what the situation he is in, he is not allowed to lose the academy. In other words, he is only allowed to bully others and not allowed to be bullied by anyone.

Actually, the girls in the Great River Kingdom said these words before, and he just repeated them. However, the so-called flesh on the board and the knife on the neck, and the power of words is naturally completely different. The monks in the Yuelun Kingdom dare not question anything, just Listen 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 seniors and sisters in the mountains south of Chang'an City, as well as 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 my senior brother."

"You're welcome."

Ning Que has no famous family and upright people to walk around the world, and the habits and hobbies of carrying flowers and carving in the flower sedan chairs to prevent Zhu Zhihua from bowing down and avoiding the long time of silence. He said directly: "The name of the academy cannot be the whole world, even if Baita Temple is afraid of it. , but you can still cause trouble for you, be careful."

The Tmall girl frowned next to her and said unhappily: "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 me that Senior Brother Zhong is kind to help me. Junior sister, why are you still criticizing me? I am worried that the other party will be unhappy. I 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, so 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 a habit of hiding his true identity. Mo would make a great name for Zhong Dajun in the future, and he would not have time to cry at that time.

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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 opponent and be convinced, but to him need an opponent.

Come and test the knife and experiment with the new combat method I have figured out these days.

The battle experiment, the 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 must not do it, because he is very likely to be ruthless measures from the other party, and the Baita Temple I met today

The monk is in the state of forty and inconsistency, and is the most suitable object, so that when he holds the hilt of the knife, his hands begin to tremble excitedly.

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.
To be continued...