After a long stalemate, the young man and Zhang Ling were finally thirteen feet away from each other. The scorching sun shone on the yellow sand. The sweat on the former's forehead rolled down his face and dripped on the gun he was holding in his hand. It evaporated as soon as it reached the tip of the spear. His face turned red, and he was clearly exhausted. On the other hand, Zhang Ling was leisurely. Although there was still sweat on his forehead, after practicing Qi nourishing techniques for a long time, his internal strength gradually deepened. , coupled with the fact that he had been using Qinggong to avoid the battle as much as possible, the consumption was far less than that of the person on the opposite side.
Zhang Ling used a simple Qi-nourishing Kung Fu to quickly breathe again, and his breath quickly returned to normal. He calmly said: "My advantage is obvious now. If I continue, you will definitely die."
The young man pulled out the spear stuck in the yellow sand and sneered: "You have been relying on calculations every step of the way. You always think you are sure of victory. Unexpected disasters are unpredictable and unstoppable. If you continue like this, you will regret it. of."
A burst of true energy was peeled off from the young man's hand and lingered on the spear. The whole person's aura suddenly rose. It returned to its peak in a moment and continued to rise. Zhang Ling frowned, knowing that this kind of fighting method used all his strength as a bet. , even if he wins, he will only hurt the enemy by a thousand, and himself will lose a thousand. Even if he is on the verge of despair, Zhang Ling may not do this with his temperament.
The young man pressed forward step by step and said in a deep voice: "This is what you dare not do. You dare not place a bet without an absolute chance of winning. If you continue to choose to escape, you will not be able to deal with this situation in the future. This is not the Dao, but It’s determination.”
Failure means nothing, success is like Nirvana, rebirth, and reaching a higher level. This is a truth that everyone who practices martial arts understands, and it is rare for those who can do it.
The spear suddenly fell from the sky above Zhang Ling, and the dagger was sheathed. After resisting the spear, the scabbard exploded. Zhang Ling's feet sank deep into the yellow sand. The young man pressed down hard with the spear, and suddenly pulled it down, intersecting with the dagger that had broken the scabbard. , making a harsh low cry.
The young man shot Zhang Ling out with one shot, and followed it up with a shot. The wind blew through the beauty of Zhang Ling who had just landed, leaving a bright scar. Zhang Ling didn't look at his scratched arm. He picked up a piece of yellow sand with a sword, and the spear passed through the sand curtain. His right hand holding the gun released, and his left hand held the flying tail of the gun, and fiercely attacked Zhang Ling from the side. Hit it down and slam into the latter's chest. After he was defeated, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The man holding the gun finally couldn't hold himself any longer, and two pools of blood were left on the yellow sand. The two of them wiped the blood stains from the corners of their mouths at the same time. Zhang Ling's heart trembled violently. The former said: "Too many worries will make it difficult for you to move forward."
Zhang Ling looked indifferent and said nothing. After the two of them calmed down, they rushed toward each other. The spear broke open his chest, and blood seeped out from Zhang Ling's back. Suddenly, a heartbreaking pain arose spontaneously, even though When the Green Falcon Gang was assassinated, because he was poisoned by Yunluo Cai Po, his consciousness was blurred, so he didn't have this feeling of life and death.
Because the gunman had forcibly raised his whole body's energy, and at this moment he was at the end of his crossbow, the upper hand holding the gun trembled slightly. He tightened his grip again and was about to pull out the spear, but Zhang Ling endured the severe pain and followed.
The blood sprayed, turning the yellow sand in the sky red again. The blood oozing from the chest and heart flowed down the gun handle and the sword body respectively, constantly dripping on the yellow sand in front of the two people, exchanging lives for lives.
Because they were holding each other against each other with guns and swords, neither of them could fall down. When the smiling young man slowly closed his eyes, Zhang Ling also blinked once, but when he opened his eyes again, he was already lying intact in the library of Luoxia Cave. On the mainland.
Zhang Ling picked up the book, closed it and put it back to its original place, saying to himself: "You are right, but who is suitable for a selfish person like me?"
When he walked out of the library, Zhang Ling blinked again. The golden ring in his pupils spread out in a circle, and the faint red gold lingered for a long time. It was the third grade of Jin Dynasty.
In Zhang Ling's eyes, everyone's movements were subtle and their auras were clearer. In the past, this technique of calming the gods could only be used once a day, otherwise he would suffer from mental breakdown and get a headache after the third time. Zhang Ling named the secret technique obtained through the Heart's Eye this time as Insight.
After the demonstration, Zhang Ling found that this state of insight into everything could last for an hour, but he would get a headache again any longer. Moreover, as the book said, spiritual secret techniques cannot directly kill people. At most, they can give them a slight advantage in competitions. .
In the blink of an eye, he returned to his mind, and his pupils returned to obsidian. Zhang Ling walked out of Luoxia Cave. Now that he had broken through, there was no need to come back again. When Zhang Ling reached the flowing water stone wall, Song Linjie ran towards him excitedly. He said excitedly: "Zhang Ling, let's go to Mingyuefang."
Zhang Ling thought for a moment and remembered that Mingyuefang seemed to be Chunlou. I heard that Miss Mingyue, one of the two beauties of Brocade and Rouge, came from there. She was also the owner of Mingyuefang, where she was a singer and dancer. She was as beautiful as a crown jewel, but she was a prostitute rather than a prostitute. Many powerful people came here because of her reputation, hoping to have a kiss with her, but they all came back disappointed. I don’t know why. After that, the court officials did not dare to hit the girl from Mingyuefang again. Idea, it is precisely because they are greedy for what they cannot eat that many people spend a lot of money just for a reward of youth.
Zhang Ling looked at him inexplicably and asked, "When did you become interested in girls? If you want to go, just go by yourself. You don't need to take me with you."
Song Linjie shook his head and said: "It's not to find a girl, it's to catch a thief. I heard that every once in a while, a flying thief will come to Mingyue Tower to steal an item, maybe a sachet, maybe a jade piano, because he stole it The things are not worth much, and the government will not care about them, so many people want to catch him to please the girls of Mingyuefang, but because he is very skilled and is very good at Qinggong, no one has caught him yet."
Zhang Ling answered: "So you came to me?"
Song Linjie smiled and said, "Don't you know how to do Qinggong? So I want you to try it too. Maybe you will catch it. You can also deceive a few girls, right?"
Zhang Ling said helplessly: "You really just run wherever there is a fight."
In a quiet place in Luoxia Cave, someone who had been reading a book by a sage suddenly dragged him away. On the way, Zhang Ling bought him a picture with a red face and angry eyebrows in order to avoid the reputation of this scholar. Even so, the scholar kept thinking about the mask. However, he was not as strong as this martial arts practitioner, so the scholar was helpless.
As they approached Mingyuefang, the flow of people gradually gathered, and many young masters heard that they walked into the attic. These people spent the whole day in the company of beautiful people. They didn't care about the inedible delicacies in Mingyuefang. Most of them wanted to use this to become famous in Jinyu City. And those big men also tacitly agreed to give this group of young people such an opportunity. After all, these people who were born rich only had to think about fame, and the name of fame.
The huge Mingyue Square was almost full of young handsome men, but there was no one on the embroidery floor. Several beautiful women were dancing on the beautifully decorated stage. Some people stared at them eagerly, but they were also intimidated. A few asked about drinks. The opera girls were standing nearby, all helpless. Before coming, the elders in the family had told them not to touch the people in Mingyue Tower. This could be regarded as an unwritten rule in Jinyu City.
The three people who came from Luoxia Cave looked around for a while and sat down at an empty table in a corner. Zhang Ling looked at the masked Ren Pingsheng and joked: "In your life, have you fallen in love with any girl? I Let me help you find a matchmaker."
The masked scholar turned his head and did not look at the stage at all. Zhang Ling's eyes lit up and he asked with a smile: "Do you have someone you like?"
Ren Pingsheng, who was sitting at the back, nodded. Even with a mask on, Zhang Ling noticed the shyness on his face. Zhang Ling was about to ask which girl she was from when he saw an attractive girl walking down the stairs next to him. woman in red.
