At this time, blue clouds filled the sky, and the day was as dark as day. A little autumn wind picked up the dead leaves, which only whirled on the altar, and then fled away in a hurry.
Yang Chaoxi raised the back of the sword, stroked it with his left palm, and rushed forward with the sword. Hua Xizi Cui Wan threw up the sword with its scabbard, drew it out calmly, and came forward to meet him. "Boom! Boom, boom!
"The two of them made three moves in the blink of an eye, and then they heard the scabbard fall to the ground, making a crisp sound. While the swords were fighting, Yang Chaoxi praised: "Not bad! He can be considered an opponent."
"Whatever you say! Look at the sword!" Cui Wan toasted but refused to eat, and slashed at him with his sword again. Yang Chaoxi waved his sword to block it, and then slashed it with his backhand to the chest. The sword was swift and fierce. Cui Wan said "thumb, thump"
, Bang.” He took a few steps back to avoid the slash, and shouted angrily: “You frivolous child!” Yang Chaoxi was so confused by the scolding that he didn’t think much about it, and then swung his sword to attack.
Cui Wan seemed to be really angry, and danced a wooden sword with a "swish, swish" sound. The shadows of the sword came in dense waves like rain, catching Yang Chaoxi by surprise. He had several bites on his body and shoulders.
I felt a faint pain. I thought to myself: If I were to fight with a real sword, I might have been seriously injured. With my heart alert, I gradually caught Cui Wan's delicate sword moves. Occasionally, I counterattacked with one or two swords.
Although it was ineffective, it still blocked several entangled offensives.
Cui Wan has always been confident in his swordsmanship. Even in the past, he had never suffered a loss even when fighting against his senior sisters. Now he was able to fight Yang Chaoxi for more than a hundred moves, but he could not gain the upper hand at all.
It seemed that the half stick of incense had only burned down a little bit. Then the sword wind suddenly changed, and there seemed to be something on the bamboo sword, and the offensive became violent.
Yang Zhaoxi took a few hard blows, and was really surprised. If it was just a drizzle just now, then the feeling of fighting now was like a downpour, hitting the knife, arm, and body, and the pain was unbearable. He again
He awkwardly withstood a wave of attacks, took a few blows on his back, and rolled away. When he stood up again, he already understood: isn't this the "qi to use force" style of fighting? Who doesn't know how to do it?
Damn it! If the strength of the sword can't withstand this kind of violent swordsmanship, then just find a piece of tofu and kill him.
Thinking of this, Yang Chaoxi also gradually weakened the power of the sword, and quickly suppressed Cui Wan's sword power. Cui Wan had just slashed wildly, but he had consumed most of his strength, and now he felt slightly weak. He was about to do it.
He pulled away, but suddenly felt a pain on his butt! It turned out that the frivolous kid was chasing after him and hit him with a knife! This blow was embarrassing and painful, and then his blood surged and his eyes were red... Cui Wan suddenly turned around
He turned around, his face was red and white, he was obviously very angry!
Here Yang Zhaoxi put away the knife and stood still, and gradually felt something was wrong. The knife he just chased after... that knife was bounced back... The force of the rebound was something different when it was passed to his hand.
Ordinary... uh... how to describe it, a bit like being hit on the bedding...
Just as he was comprehending this carefully, he raised his head and saw Cui Wan's expression as if he was about to eat his life alive, followed by an angry sword slashing down on his head! Yang Chaoxi hurriedly raised his knife to stop him, but the blade was blocked.
It was a little off, and Cui Wan struck the blade with his sword. With a "Crack!" sound, the wooden sword could no longer bear it and broke into pieces.
Yang Chaoxi shouted something bad in her heart, turned around and ran to the side, but Cui Wan, with red eyes and holding a wooden sword, chased after him. After running around the altar twice, Yang Chaoxi finally remembered what he was holding in his hand.
The half-cut wooden knife turned around and was thrown at Cui Wan. Cui Wan blocked it and continued to "pursue" Yang Chaoxi on the altar. Everyone in the audience saw this, shaking their heads with smiles and sighing.
At this time, a strong Taoist priest standing by the altar shouted: "Chong Lingzi, take the sword!" After saying that, he threw another wooden sword up, but it was Liao Haiqian, Lingchuanzi of Shengzhen Temple, looking at him with a smile.
, "My wooden knives are a pair. If something happened here, please remember to compensate me!" Yang Zhaoxi accepted.
With a knife in his hand, he was happy to take revenge! Yang Zhaoxi stood firm and "fighted" back. Cui Wan did not expect that he could fight back, so he stopped, held a sword flower, and gritted his silver teeth.
Creaking sound: No matter what happens today, this frivolous kid will end up in an embarrassing situation!
Yang Zhaoxi was chased for several times, but he felt that his face was lost. Now he put on his posture again, and his eyes became more serious. He turned his right hand and switched to the sword movement method, waiting for Cui Wan to attack.
At that time, I had already recited the twelve words "Use clumsiness to respond to skill, use crookedness to straighten, use softness to overcome hardness" in my mind twice. At this time, the thought went first, and the sword moves followed each other, and the moves turned round and endless,
Show off your style!
Even though Cui Wan's sword was powerful, he felt that the bamboo sword in his hand was like a boat following the waves, and he began to lose control: the sword had clearly hit, but it slipped past the vital part strangely and fell into the air; a very swift and violent sword
When he stabbed it, it felt like he was stabbing into paste, and all his strength had been drained away...
Cui Wan was secretly surprised: he had never seen such a sword technique before, and it was even far better than his own "Rain-Shocking Autumn Sword". It gave people a feeling of being involuntarily and extremely difficult to get rid of. And his sword
The moves have gradually piled up, turning into a huge spider web. No matter how lightly he strikes or slashes, he is stuck by this sword technique and cannot use his full strength.
Just when Cui Wan was shocked, Yang Chaoxi used the "Gongsun Sword Technique" more and more smoothly. The feeling of "using Qi to exert force" slowly climbed from his toes to his hair, and he gradually forgot that he was fighting with
Who is competing with swords and why? It seems that the cheers and exclamations from the altar around him can no longer be heard. On this altar, in this world, he is the only figure left, constantly wielding the sword.
Move out with the moves: peel, stab, chop, chop, tease, block, sweep, hang... The "Five Saints and Thousand Officials Picture" also gradually unfolded in front of your eyes, and the wisps of sword intent seeping out of the picture were as ethereal as smoke.
When it came out, it attached to the wooden sword, like some mysterious blessing. And when the sword move was swung out again, it felt a little more free and easy...
An exclamation of "Ah——" pulled Yang Zhaoxi out of the state just now. When he looked up, he saw a girl wearing a Taoist robe, with black hair like a waterfall, draped over the robe, holding her head in fear.
, squatting there crying, shoulders shaking, looking pitiful. The Taoist crown and hair scarf were chopped to pieces and scattered to the side, with some black hair mixed in.
Yang Chaoxi suddenly remembered that he was practicing martial arts with someone, but... wasn't he a handsome Taoist priest? There were also female Taoists? A handsome Taoist priest... a female Taoist priest... a frivolous child... how could this happen?!
When many details that were ignored at the beginning slowly converged into a truth, Yang Zhaoxi began to feel a little troublesome. While hesitating, he didn't know what he was talking about: "Well... don't cry, I didn't mean to...
...You will win this contest... My master said you can't fight with women... What the master said always makes sense... Well... does your butt hurt..." Yang Zhaoxi then realized what he had said wrongly.
I wish I could slap myself in the mouth. I looked at Cui Wan with pear blossoms and rain, feeling at a loss.
Cui Wan cried for a while and stood up suddenly: "Chong Lingzi! I must kill you!" After saying that, he covered his mouth and ran down the altar without looking back. Taoist crown, hair scarf, bamboo sword
Throwing it on the inner altar, it was a little messy.
Yang Chaoxi sighed, bent down and picked up the bamboo sword and other objects. When he stood up, he heard Hong Taizhu's loud announcement: "Shangqing is watching the victory!" Then he went down to the altar in low spirits, surrounded by all kinds of strange congratulations.
The sound was embarrassing and funny at the same time.
"Tao Youyi swordsmanship! One sword lifts the chest, and one sword cuts the butt!"
"Little Taoist Priest! Is this the legendary swordsmanship of the royal maiden?"
"This Taoist brother, my butt hurts so much..."
"It's terrible, it's terrible! That crazy woman in Linjiguan must have done it to him, alas! God is jealous of Yingcai..."
"..."
Of course, there were also a few pairs of complicated eyes in the crowd, and there was no sound of praise or criticism. It was just that the sight of the little Taoist boy's last set of swordsmanship brought back some memories that had been dusted for a long time...
Although it was a victory, Yang Chaoxi couldn't laugh. Faced with many Taoist priests' teasing, sarcastic, or ill-intentioned words, Yang Chaoxi returned to Gongsun Zhenren with numbness and gave a wry smile: "Master, disciple.
Did you do something wrong?"
Gongsun Zhenren had a calm expression: "My little disciple, you did a good job! There seems to be something about removing the old and replacing the old with the new in your sword intention. Although I have some insights, I haven't figured out why! After I go back, maybe
You can talk freely.”
Yang Zhaoxi bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, Master, for your approval! I will go to the back first." After saying that, he walked towards his square stool. When Huang Shuo and Zhuo Songtao saw him coming, they all turned their faces away, holding back their smiles, but
Without looking at him, Yang Chaoxi turned the two of them back with one hand and stared at them angrily.
Huang Shuo was the first to hold back and laughed out loud: "Ugh...hahaha! Does your butt hurt...hahaha..." Yang Chaoxi saw him laughing wildly, so she came up and covered his mouth. Zhuo Song was next to him.
Tao also smiled and came to help.
After a while, Zhuo Songtao couldn't help but laugh and said: "Junior brother Chong Lingzi, I just want to ask... what does it feel like when a wooden sword is struck at a female Taoist priest... there?"
Yang Zhaoxi couldn't answer, but she suddenly felt ashamed. She had no choice but to cover her ears, bury her head between her legs, and ignore these Taoist priests with ill intentions. It was as if——
An ostrich buries its head in the sand and turns a deaf ear. The world is pure.