The rockery faces the east wall, with flames dancing and shadows popping up, and the atmosphere still tense.
Yuchi Yuan squinted his eyes and was too lazy to look at Yang Chaoxi. He wanted to pretend that he was not familiar with him, so as not to talk to him again and again and expose his name.
But Yuan Zhongwu, who was pinned to the ground by Liu Xiaomu's green hairpin sword, suddenly raised his head and said fiercely: "Yang Chaoxi! You are a country boy, an arrogant child! You have helped the demon several times, and you are always the enemy of my Yuan family. Wait.
If my father knew it, he would definitely kill your whole family...ah! It hurts me to death!"
"Noisy! Looking for a fight!"
However, Liu Xiaomu turned the green hairpin sword in his hand slightly and slapped Yuan Zhongwu hard on the mouth. Immediately, his front teeth fell out and blood splashed everywhere. It was really miserable.
"you--!"
When Yuchiyuan saw that the witch was beating someone again, and Yang Chaoxi's identity had been revealed, he could no longer hide it. He had no choice but to throw away the iron whisk in his hand and shouted loudly: "Chong Lingzi! You leave the temple and go down the mountain, and then leave the palace."
You should be chivalrous, eliminate violence and be good, but you will act willfully, mistakenly associate with bandits, and get involved with Zoroastrian demons. Can you be worthy of the Taoist sect's painstaking cultivation of you?! Is it possible that you also want to imitate Zhang Songyue and leave your career to the public?
, go astray!"
Yang Chaoxi saw his stern tone and accused him, thinking that he was extremely disappointed in himself. He hurriedly cupped his hands and said with a wry smile: "Everyone has his own ambitions, how can we force him? But this junior has not apostatized and joined the religion, and I would like to ask Master Yuchi to give me a clear warning!"
"Hmph! Stop making excuses. Before you entered Zoroastrianism, you were already so indistinguishable from good to evil and helping the evildoers. If you entered Zoroastrianism, wouldn't you become a demon that everyone would hate? Today I will clean up the family for brother Xuantong...
"
Yuchi Yuan was about to continue his scolding, so that Yuan Zhongwu and all the guards could understand that it was Chong Lingzi's personal conduct that was bad and had nothing to do with Shangqing Guan. This would prevent Yuan Zai and his ilk from angering Shangqing Guan again and causing disaster.
A look at the Taoist priest.
Unexpectedly, Zen Master Kuzhu suddenly raised his head, interrupted the two of them, and said in confusion:
"Donor Yang, may I ask what Qing Gong you just used is my Shi Sect's authentic 'One Reed Crossing the River' technique?"
When Yang Chaoxi saw that Yuchiyuan was actually going to attack him, his muscles all tensed up. Seeing that Zen Master Kuzhu had no reason to ask this question, he could only hurriedly clasp his fists and say, "Exactly."
After getting the answer, Zen Master Kuzhu looked at Yuchi Yuan again and said: "Master Yuchi, this poor monk once studied under Zen Master Fu Kong and benefited a lot. Since this donor Yang can learn his unique skills, he can be regarded as the successor of his Buddhism.
, I know that I am powerless to interfere in this matter anymore, I just hope that you can spare his life when you take action."
Yuchi Yuan nodded and smiled bitterly in his heart: This Chong Lingzi is a direct disciple of Chang Yuan Zhenren. I am just bluffing and showing off to Yuan Zhongwu that I am bitter and hateful. How can I dare to kill him at will? Kuzhu, Kuzhu!
You are so kind-hearted and earnestly advise, but it is really unnecessary.
Liu Xiaomu didn't know what the three of them were thinking, but he just said to Yang Chaoxi: "Little Taoist priest! Come and see this dog named Yuan, don't let the hawks and dogs guarding the courtyard come to hurt my disciples again. Auntie is here to fight with this 'fake Taoist and true Zen'
How about we retreat after Yuchi Yuan gets through a few moves?"
"Just follow what Miss Xiaomu said."
Yang Zhaoxi sincerely raised his hand, wishing to stay far away from the master of Hongdao Temple. If he could defeat him, the old Taoist would lose his face, and it would be difficult for him to meet him in the future; if he could not defeat him, his life would be in danger, and he might not have any future.
It can be said... in short, no matter whether you win or lose, it is a loss-making transaction.
Liu Xiaomu brushed the cloud bun with his left arm, and took off the second green jade hairpin. Suddenly, the green hairpin and the swords were in his hands, and the Yin Yuan energy wrapped around them, creating a green brilliance.
Just as he was about to take action, he heard Yu Chiyuan from the opposite side shouting: "Miss Liu! How can a poor person who has wasted more than seventy years of magic skills be worth your almost six hundred years of Taoism? How about you and I just try to use tricks without using them?"
Inner interest. If the poor Taoist is not as good as others, I will no longer care about your Zoroastrianism and Taiwei Palace's business; but if the poor Taoist is lucky enough to win one and a half moves, please return Mr. Yuan to us unharmed. Then.
You can take the four 'saints' away, and the old Taoist will never dare to stop them..."
"Master Yuchi! We and the enemy are at odds with each other, how can we bargain? How can we let the tiger go back to the mountain when the demon is evil? Today we not only need to save Mr. Yuan, but also the four 'saints' and the two thieves, none of them can even think of escaping!"
At this moment, a group of people came out of the guarding courtyard where the fire was held. They had bull's-eyes, garlic-nosed noses, thick eyebrows and beards, and righteous words, glaring at Yuchi Yuandao, as if they were full of energy and had a chance to win.
The corners of Liu Xiaomu's lips curled up and he smiled playfully: "Yu Chiyuan, it seems that what you said doesn't count! Auntie won't play with you yet." Then he looked at the team of Zhengdao, "Big Bearded, you can do it! Auntie wants to see you.
What are your abilities? Are you worthy of such a big talk?"
The team didn't give up. They turned around and handed the torch to one of the guards. With a swipe, they pulled out the horizontal swords hanging around their waists, whined and chirped a few sword patterns, and then slashed Liu Xiaomu on the head.
"when!"
The light of the sword was less than half an inch close to Liu Xiaomu's bun, and he was forced to stop. When he looked closely, he saw that Liu Xiaomu's left sword was temporarily handed over to his right hand, and he freed up a sword finger. He waved his hand to stop the sword that seemed to cut off a mountain and cut off a stream. Immediately, the sword pointed
After they were separated, they clamped together, and the blade instantly broke into several pieces like withered grass leaves. It clanged to the ground with a pleasant crisp sound.
The team was shocked and turned around to leave. However, they felt a jade foot imprinted on their backs, and a huge force came from them. They immediately flew up, knocking several people and torches away with a bang, and disappeared into the dark flowers and bushes, never to be seen again.
There was a sound.
Seeing this, the other nursing homes no longer dared to make any mistakes, and consciously pretended to be human-shaped long lanterns, holding the torches honestly, motionless in the wind, as silent as a chilling cicada.
"Chickens and dogs, rags and scraps of metal."
Liu Xiaomu was calm and composed her next comment. Suddenly she felt a surge in her chest, but the "Gallo Bay Leaf Palm" had not gone away, and another mouthful of blood was forced out of the corner of her mouth. She didn't care, and waved her sleeves to wipe it.
Go, and then said, "Yu Chiyuan, your method is good. My aunt is already injured and doesn't want to waste her breath any more. She just uses the sword technique casually, which can be regarded as giving guidance to the younger generations!"
"Very good, Miss Liu, see what you can do!" Yuchiyuan's mouth twitched slightly, and without any nonsense, he shook the iron whisk in his hand, and the dust bundles scattered like yellow dust. Hundreds of manes, aimlessly, were wrapped around the green hairpin.
The two swords instantly covered most of her sight.
Liu Xiaomu crossed his swords and pressed down. The joyful mane was immediately docile and merged into one, sinking downwards. It was like a hanging waterfall falling into a deep stream, as if He Han was descending from the Nine Rivers.
deep!
When Yuchi Yuan saw this, he advanced instead of retreating. With a slip of his withered fingers, he hugged Chenjie. The dust handle was pried by the falling force of Chenjie, and bounced up, and then he smashed the two swords of Qinghao hard, as fast as a spark of fire.
As powerful as thunder.
"What a move!" Liu Xiaomu praised, and the two swords were not slow at all. The left sword held the dust handle and made a clanging sound, while the right sword took advantage of the opportunity to attack his left rib. If the stab was strong, it could penetrate him on the spot.
Penetrating the lung lobes.
The five fingers of Yuchiyuan's right hand were nimble, and he could not hold back the dust. The dust bundles and dust handles of the fly whisk rotated like the wind like a wheel, using soft and hard force, and kept crushing the left sword, with a "bang bang clang clang"
The sound was endless. His left hand saw her right sword coming, but he used the family tradition of "Seizing the Fist", mainly holding it in his mouth, flicking it, and throwing it and wrapping it as a supplement. He avoided the edge of the sword and only struck the spine. He actually knocked the left sword's
Several rounds of offensives were all in vain.
The more Liu Xiaomu beat him, the more surprised he was. He hadn't seen this little Taoist priest for several years, but he had become so good with his fists, feet, and weapons! It seemed that his talent and understanding were beyond the reach of others. No wonder he could stand out from the group of unskilled fellow disciples back then. In the end,
He became the master of Hongdao Temple.
Yang Zhaoxi took over from Liu Xiaomu and placed the Liushuang Sword on Yuan Zhongwu's neck. Feeling the panic coming from the hilt of the sword, he shook his head and watched the two men's moves carefully. It was refreshing!
Yuchiyuan's "Seizing the Fist" does not have any new moves, it is just a clever use of it and a single-minded approach, which makes him much more skillful than himself. But the tactics of the iron whisk are somewhat unexpected, subverting his understanding of this ordinary thing.
Cognition. Horse hair dust bundles, soft as water, iron dust handle, as strong as a whip. The interplay of hardness and softness, the interplay of yin and yang, actually coincides with the mysterious words in the "Tao De Zhen".
In the past, I had seen Gongsun Zhenren using a fly whisk as a sword and Qi as a blade, performing his moves informally and unrestrainedly under the moonlight. After seeing it today, I realized that the fly whisk is also a rare and good weapon, and it can be used properly.
It's so easy to do, and it's all good! I can't help but feel a bit of technical itch in my heart, I can't help but look for a whisk, and imitate the cat and the tiger. Xiao Gui and Cao followed, and learned this set of whisk rules in my hands.
Looking at Liu Xiaomu's double swords with green hairpins, there is no pattern to be found. All the moves are made at random, and the swords seem to be completely made in nature. Cutting does not feel like cutting, and cutting does not feel like cutting. When it comes out, it is crooked, and when it is stabbed, it is impartial.
When returning the sword, follow the rules, and when wielding the sword, follow your heart's desire. It actually has the same roots as the "Wuwei Sword Technique" that I have newly practiced, and the point is that "this sword should only exist in heaven, and how many times can it be heard in the world"!
For a moment, my mind was trembling, and I was so intoxicated that I forgot about the bright fire surrounding the guards, the person under the sword in my hand, and the four women cowering behind me... My heart and eyes were filled with the shadows of whisks and swords.
Just when Liu Xiaomu and Yuchi Yuan were fighting fiercely, several figures divided into two waves and circled from the left and right of the rockery to the front. In an instant, the guards who could only shout and scream were replaced.
"Master Yuan! We are late, please forgive me! Those who caused trouble today will surely die under random arrows!"
I saw a man named Wuhou who was wearing leather armor and carrying a horizontal sword at his waist. He walked out proudly with his fists clasped, and bowed on one knee to the extremely embarrassed Yuan Zhongwu.
The unscrupulous guards around him had their swords in their hands and their crossbows with arrows on the string. With just one command, they could fire several arrows at once and shoot Yuan Zhongwu's culprit into a hedgehog.
Even on the rockery, more than a dozen heads were poked out. They were all wearing mail armor and holding long bows. They were the Taiwei Palace mail guards. They were all staring at the inside and outside of the east wall with vigilant faces to prevent the murderers inside the wall from escaping.
Someone answered outside the wall.
"Dong Zhongting? Why are you here?" Yuchi Yuan couldn't help but wonder when he took a break from his busy schedule.
"Marquis Dong Wu...you are well here! Save me quickly, save me quickly! I'll ask my father to give you an official title..." Yuan Zhongwu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. He was so excited that he burst into tears. However, he just lost his front teeth.
, it was unavoidable that the words were leaking and the words were unclear, making Dong Zhongting confused.
"The official was patrolling nearby at night, and when he heard the screams of swordsmen and soldiers in the mansion, he knew that someone was committing murder at night. Fortunately, he arrived in time and did not cause a big disaster."
Dong Zhongting was serious and serious, seeming to be replying to Yuchiyuan, but in fact he was showing off his merits to Yuan Zhongwu. At the same time, he also wanted to cover up the secret that he had just pretended to be a public servant for personal gain.
However, things did not go as planned. Yang Chaoxi grabbed Yuan Zhongwu and used it as a human shield to block him in front of him. At the same time, he clasped the Liushuang Sword tighter and then said to Yuan Zhongwu: "So it's you!
The thief shouts, "Catch the thief!" In the soup house just now, the 'Bazhou Double Heroes'..."
Hearing this, Dong Zhongting suddenly drew his sword and stood up, pointed at Yang Chaoxi angrily and said: "Crazy man! Why don't you let Mr. Yuan go quickly and capture him without mercy! Otherwise, when we catch you and take you back, you will die without saying anything.
Sin, relatives and teachers!"
Yang Chaoxi's heart trembled, and she instantly understood the intention of Dong Wuhou. He was afraid that he would expose his identity and take the opportunity to silence him. There was a cold light in his eyes, and he looked at Yuchi Yuan and Zen Master Kuzhu with a bit more caution.
The winner between Liu Xiaomu and Yuchi Yuan was still undecided, but they had already withdrawn their swords with green hairpins and retreated to the wall. They put the sword blades against Yuan Zhongwu's neck again and shouted in a cold voice: "Want to attack with more strength? Let's see.
Is the bow faster and the crossbow faster? Or the swords in my hands are faster?"
"Amitabha! Don't be impatient, please listen to what this poor monk has to say!"
At the critical moment, Zen Master Kuzhu stood between the two sides with his knobby cypress staff, his body was on the verge of falling, but his face showed mercy.