"It turns out you have a pair of strange eyes!" Jingzhou stretched out his right hand, blue light surged, a lightsaber extended from his palm, and he blocked it in front of him, "These eyes of yours should be your support."
Ever since he saw Jing Salamander Sword, Jing Zhou knew that the person in front of him was Tian Yan whom he had met during the day, but he didn't know why Tian Yan wanted to attack him. Could it be because he was too close to the Zhu family?
Jing Zhou deliberately took a look at Tian Yan's strength, and couldn't help but feel a little weaker in his hands.
After all, this is one of the few people who dares to attack Guigu Zongheng. What kind of strength gives her this courage.
"So what!" I saw that Tian Yan's eyes had turned from black to bright yellow, and his sword moves became more and more weird. Every time he used the sword, he could always hit the enemy's weak point, which was somewhat similar to Dugu Nine Swords. at.
Jingzhou shook his head and smiled, Tian Yan, this girl, was not in a low mood.
After accompanying Tian Yan through dozens of tricks, Jing Zhou gained a new understanding of Tian Yan's qualifications.
Although this girl's strength is not comparable to that of Hidden Sun, with the power of observing words and colors, she can discern the flow of internal energy in the human body's meridians, see through illusions, and predict her opponent's moves. Her strength is not inferior to that of a top-level master.
This girl's qualifications are not much weaker than Xiaomeng's.
Tian Yan had to keep pretending to be a frail sick boy at the farmhouse to avoid people's eyes and ears, so he only had a handful of time to practice. Even so, his strength was already beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"Your kung fu is pretty good." Jingzhou nodded and praised, "Stop it, I'm in a good mood today and I don't want to bring any bad luck to you."
Tian Yan frowned. Although Tian Zhi's words "baby can't hear your breathing" when she met the person in front of her during the day made her wary, but at this moment of fighting, she realized that the strength of the person in front of her was unfathomable. She tried her best, but still couldn't capture this person.
"Are we leaving here today?" Tian Yan said secretly, feeling unwilling to do so.
She was extremely uneasy about the person who appeared in Shennong Hall inexplicably in front of her, fearing that he might be plotting something against her.
If he leaves today, if the person in front of him is on guard, it will not be easy to kill him even if the killer is deployed.
"Miss Tian is quite stubborn."
Suddenly a word rang in her ears, and Tian Yan's heart was shocked. Then she heard a "chi" sound, and a sword energy grazed her face. The helmet exploded, the human skin mask fell with the wind, and a waterfall of black hair disappeared. Bound, floating in the air.
"First Evolution"
Tian Yan took two trembling steps back and lost his voice: "You...how did you know my identity!"
"Well, she still looks good like this. Although she is not as good as the previous generation of Amazing Salamander, she is still a rare beauty~"
Jing Zhou did not answer Tian Yan's words, but nodded and clapped his hands in praise.
"So you have been playing with me from the beginning!" After a long while, Tian Yan's face, which was full of panic, turned cold again.
Jingzhou smiled and said, "If Miss Tian thinks this way, I can't refute you. If you come to seek bad luck for me, I can't just turn a blind eye and let you do whatever you want."
Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from far away. Jingzhou laughed twice and dodged. He was already dozens of feet away, but a voice condensed into a line and landed in Tian Yan's ear: "The net is not a good thing." Where to go, if the eldest lady wants to betray the trap in the future, she might as well come to Songhai City to find me..."
Tian Yan stared forward, with no anger, sorrow or joy on his face.
"Brothers, hurry up!"
Liu Ji led dozens of peasant disciples, holding torches high, and strode towards the direction where Jing Zhou and Tian Yan were fighting.
But when Liu Ji and others arrived, there was no one there.
"Damn it, someone ran away?"
Liu Ji cursed, held up a torch, and searched everywhere, but still to no avail.
Liu Ji squatted on the ground, holding a torch in one hand and reaching into the criss-crossed sword marks on the ground with the other. The more he looked at him, the more frightened he became.
Several farm disciples behind him stood aside blankly. After a while, someone finally said, "Brother, this sword wielder is so powerful!"
"You don't need to say this? Brother, can't I see it?" Liu Ji got up from the ground and asked behind him: "Have you searched other places?"
A farmer disciple said: "Brother, brothers, we searched the area carefully several times and found no suspicious person."
"Let's go, let's go back to sleep, and stay vigil." Liu Ji greeted, turned around and left, but in his heart he was glad that he and others came a step late. If they had come a step earlier, with the strength of the few of them, , wouldn’t it be a dilemma to encounter such a scene?
"Brother, we won't investigate anymore?"
"Let's check, do you have that brain, or do I have that brain? How can we check if there is no one else? I'll go to Lieshan Hall tomorrow to ask the eldest lady. The eldest lady is the best at this kind of thing!"
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A late-night fight outside Shennong Hall was like wind passing through the water, only causing ripples. Except for a few people from the Zhu family who remember it in their hearts, it has long been forgotten by all the farm disciples.
Jingzhou stayed at the farmhouse for another two days, and then rushed to Songhai City with Dianqing after receiving a letter from Fusu.
Ever since he and Fusu got together in Fufenglou a few years ago, Fusu would often send him letters. Over the years, the two became both teachers and friends, and their relationship became increasingly close.
It's only a few hundred miles from Daze Mountain to Songhai City, but it's not a very fast walk to celebrate the festival.
After walking for half a day, the two of them had only walked a hundred miles.
Another day passed like this, and it was very dark on the second day when the two of them arrived at Songhai City.
Jianqing's ears twitched, his head moved slightly, and a lively and prosperous image emerged in his mind.
Jingzhou smiled and said, "What? The gate of Songhai City is right in front of us."
"very good."
Although Dianqing was not good at words, he was attentive. Through a pair of ears, even though he was still some distance away from Songhai City, he could already tell from the din that the people were living in peace and prosperity.
The Kingdom of Wei was dead, all his brothers died in battle, and his sister Sanniang was far away. Everything he once guarded turned into a wisp of smoke and drifted away. At that moment, his heart felt like death.
In the last battle, he used his body as a shield, rammed thirteen chariots in a row, and killed countless enemies until he was exhausted and willing to be captured by the Qin army. Until the words of the man in front of him that day, his heart changed again. Come alive.
Dianqing reached out and touched his waist. There was a piece of wood the size of an ordinary person's palm on his hand, which was as big as a cattail leaf fan.
The wood on Jianqing's hand already had traces of being carved, and it could be vaguely seen that it looked like an animal, although it was still rough and crude.
Perhaps this piece of wood can no longer be called wood. These days, in his spare time at the farmhouse, he would always carve it carefully with a knife, carving the piece of wood towards the look in his heart through the feeling of his fingers.
Although his skills are unfamiliar and his thick fingers are clumsy, he carves very seriously. Every time he makes a cut, he has to fumble for a long time, as if he has placed his life and soul on this piece of wood.
Dianqing gently touched the wood in his palm, and a hint of tenderness appeared on his resolute face.
Although Wei is gone, the people of Wei are still there, Sanniang is still there, the war will eventually pass, and the wood in his hands will eventually become what he remembers.
Jianqing stopped in place for a moment, put away the wood in his hand, followed the horse in front of him, and walked forward.
Along the way, Jingzhou asked and Dianqing answered. After passing the city gate, Dianqing took the initiative to speak for the first time: "It's very nice here."
After finishing speaking, he listened quietly for a while and then added: "Better than Daliang!"
Daliang is the capital of the Wei State. Once upon a time, the streets of Daliang were packed with cars and horses, with crowds of people, shouts, and laughter. But later, Wei Yong colluded in a trap, and the general was killed by an assassin, and the Wei State lost its last barrier.
The battles in the DPRK continued, the beams gradually declined, and the prosperity was gone forever.
Later, Wang Ben's "water from the Yellow River came up from the sky" destroyed the city walls and submerged the beams. The floods did not recede for three months, and the former prosperous and peaceful place was reduced to ruins.
When Jingzhou saw the ceremony, he knew that he was moved by the scene, and recalled the past, so he didn't disturb him, so he sat on the horse and drank by himself.
After a long time, Dianqing sighed, "Let's go, it's very nice here."
Along the way, Jianqing walked cautiously, lest he hit anyone. With his strength, even if it was an unintentional move, ordinary people would inevitably suffer serious injuries if they were rubbed by him.
Jing Zhou saw that his steps were very small, like a girl who had not left the palace, so he couldn't help but smile and said: "You just take big steps, but when they saw that you were tall and tall, they hid from a distance.
"Yeah," Dianqing responded, but his steps didn't change much.
Jingzhou shook his head and smiled bitterly. Seeing that Dianqing was determined, he couldn't persuade him anymore.
"Dianqing, have you ever thought about opening up the armored sect again in the future?" The walk was extremely slow, and Jingzhou had no choice but to chat with Dianqing.
Dianqing murmured: "Armor Gate."
He pondered for a long time and then said: "After the master's death, there will be no more Bijia Sect in the world."
Jingzhou said: "Have you ever thought about it, if this is the case, the Armored Sect will disappear in the long river of history, and your master's inheritance will also be cut off. If the inheritance of such a magical skill is cut off, wouldn't it mean that your master's lifelong efforts will be ruined? Once in a while."
The horizontal training skills of the Armored Sect are not inferior to any magical skills in the world.
After practicing to a great extent, the shield door is hidden in the body, and there is no weakness in the whole body.
Before Dianqing has mastered Hengfu, he is not much weaker than Xuanjian. After mastering Hengfu, Dianqing has a pair of huge swords and has few opponents.
Before the ceremony curtain was weakened by the poisonous wine, even Tian Ci was once at a disadvantage.
It would be a real pity if the inheritance of this kung fu was cut off.
There was no word in the ceremony, but the lips were tightly closed. Seeing this, Jing Zhou chuckled lightly and stopped mentioning the matter. Some things cannot be easily let go of if one wants to.
The two chatted for a few more words, and then a soft daughter's voice came to their ears.
"What music did you come to listen to today?"
"My lord, I haven't been here for a long time~"
"Master, please come in. Not only will there be new songs today, but there will also be a new wine~"
