Cutting out the patella bones of both legs was a cruel punishment in ancient times. Because the patella bones were dug out, it was called torture. Yang Fu was in such bone-cutting pain at this time. Compared with ordinary people and even warriors, most people who are on the way to spiritual practice have extremely tough minds. But because of his extraordinary character and ability to endure pain, the severe bone-breaking pain that would have passed over ordinary people would have passed away long ago, but the monk's mind was clearer, so the pain surged over him like a wave and could not be stopped.
Yang Fu no longer felt at ease at this moment. Cold sweat gushed out from his hair, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. He was in an extremely miserable state.
But what frightened him even more was yet to come. Just now, when the sound of gold and iron clashing on the street stopped, he already knew that the battle on the long street had been decided, and he still had some hope despite the pain. Not for anything else, just because the old man's cultivation had already touched the spiritual level.
Above Lingxi is Ta Yao.
Just like stepping on Yao, most of the world will be invincible.
But the person he waited for to return was not the old servant with outstanding cultivation, but Wu Shuang, who had just cut off both his kneecaps and patellas with a sword.
"Senior, why don't you give me a good time." Yang Fu raised his eyes in pain and stared at Wu Shuang, who was strolling in the courtyard.
Wu Shuang didn't say anything, but ignored Yang Fu who was sitting on the covered bridge and climbed onto the high platform. The Baiba Heijia who was lying in wait below did not move at all.
"What a good idea." Seeing Zhang Qing's calm expression, a trace of sarcasm flashed across Wu Shuang's face. He has been in the arena for many years, so he may not be good at strategy and calculation, but he is experienced enough in the arena, so how could he not see the thoughts of the young fox in front of him.
Heijia's delay in moving must be Zhang Qing's deliberate instruction to show his goodwill. There is no blood feud between the two. If one party abandons the pretense of being a young master of aristocratic family and orders his subordinates not to stop him, the host and guest can still have a good time, and the water in the well does not interfere with the river.
There are no immortals in the world who are stupid enough to make enemies with the prime minister of a country for no reason. Even if there are, Wu Shuang should not be among them.
Zhang Qing had such an idea at this moment. Since Hei Jia couldn't stop him, the best thing to do here was to take the initiative to show his kindness.
"Senior's heroic appearance really makes me admire you. Now that it's sunny today, I still have some untouched food and wine, why don't we share a drink." Zhang Qing stood up and saluted, opened the food box with both hands steadily, and placed all the still warm food and wine inside. , poured a glass of wine himself and handed it to Wu Shuang.
At this time, Wu Shuang was leaning on the railing at the edge of the high platform, looking at the young master in front of him with a half-smile, as if he had no intention of taking the glass of wine. "The wine is indeed good. If you guessed correctly, this wine should be called Shuoshu." Smelling the aroma of the wine, the fat shopkeeper who drew his sword freely seemed to be a little moved and said lazily. Qingshuang's sword trembled and trembled, then turned back into the scabbard on its own, no longer following Wu Shuang.
"It's Shuo Shu. Senior is really a man in this way. It's a pity that my ability to drink is mediocre. If I wanted to accompany senior to have fun, I'm afraid I'd have to get drunk here today." Zhang Qing said, but his hands were still empty to hold the wine. It means to let go.
"Come on, don't show off your tricks to me. With all my skills in the world, who doesn't know that I, Wu Shuang, can't eat soft and hard?" Even so, Wu Shuang still took the cup of Shuoshu and raised his head to drink. And done. Zhang Qing's heart was heavy, and he finally lifted it up. Although it was still hanging on his heart, it was much better than before. Others didn't know it, but he knew very well how fierce and bone-piercing Wu Shuang's killing intent was. Just now when Wu Shuang slowly came on stage, the tip of the flying sword floating like a blue bird was pointed at him six times. Every time it was pointed at Zhang Qing, the latter's eyelids jumped, no more, no less. It's six times.
It wasn't until Wu Shuang sheathed her sword and drank all the contents of the cup that Young Master Zhang felt relieved. He followed the former and raised his head to drink the wine.
Zhang Qing smiled heartily and said, "I think my father is also a good thing, that is, he is not here now. Otherwise, if he knew that you were staying here, I would probably have to come and drink with you in person. After many years, Caixiantan will definitely be able to One more good thing to talk about.”
When the silver cup fell to the ground, the good man's head also fell to the ground, and he refused to rest in peace.
"A cup of Shuoshu just wants to cover up all the bad things I've done before. It's a bit light." Wu Shuang expressionless, went downstairs alone, "As for who your father is, it's none of my business."
Zhang Qing didn't even realize until his death that there really were such unreasonable swordsmen in the world, and there really were such fast swords.
It has been returned to the sheath before it is seen to be unsheathed.
Come and go with ease.
Yang Fujun saw the scene just now, and his eyes were already full of exhaustion. Master once told all fellow disciples that there are several characters in the world that he wants to kill quickly. One of them is Wu Dajianxian, who angered several top leaders but luckily survived. This person is extremely slippery and elusive. . Even though Juebian was coming, this swordsman, who was not yet a swordsman at that time, still drew his sword and faced each other. He managed to escape with the help of the five Juebians, but his whereabouts disappeared in the end.
Never in his wildest dreams did he, Yang Fu, imagine that he would bump into a ruthless man after just one trip, and he would also release the cicadas without mercy, as if he was afraid that Wu Shuang would not know that he was from the master's sect. Watching Wu Shuang walk downstairs, helplessly, Yang Fu, who was paralyzed on the ground, closed his eyes and waited quietly for death.
But after waiting for half a stick of incense, Yang Fu hesitantly rubbed his neck, but there was no break. Regardless of the severe pain in his legs, he quickly turned around to look. Under the covered bridge, Wu Shuang was surrounded by hundreds of black armors, which could be said to be completely impenetrable.
The moment Yang Fu opened his eyes, the furious black armor threw the shuttle in his hand, gathering towards the long-sleeved sword immortal like a cluster of jagged silver rings.
The sound of air waves is like the release of a silver bottle.
From high up, Yang Fu saw the silver rings suddenly closing in, then unfolding, piercing the black armor, and piercing through the chest. A sword roared into the sky, and everything within three feet was filled with sword light, and the ground was filled with powder.
In the Taoist temple in the mountains over there, the old Taoist on the futon at the entrance was carefully combing his crane hair and white beard that had been tangled up by the Taoist boy. The yin and yang diagram that was pressed on the futon suddenly flew out, causing the old Taoist to accidentally pull it off again. A few gray hairs.
The old Taoist was so angry that he pointed outside the Taoist temple and cursed: "Supreme Heavenly Lord, you are making such a big fuss. Do you really want me to become a monk together and stay calm for two days without suffocating to death?" , Do you have to be a seasoned scolder?" But in a blink of an eye, when he saw the name vaguely appearing on the Yin-Yang diagram, Li Baoyu couldn't help but stretch his face and smile.
"This extreme state came a full ten years too late."
"If that incident hadn't happened back then, I'm afraid that today I would have more than just glimpsed the extreme realm. It's possible that the four mysteries would have broken through the first, this brat."
Suddenly thinking of something, the old Taoist hurriedly put away the yin and yang diagram hovering in front of him, sat upright on the futon, and muttered something.
"The Three Pure Ones are above me. I inadvertently uttered dirty words. These were unintentional words. I did not intend to offend the Three Pure Ones. Supreme Heavenly Lord. I kowtow again and again. I hope that the Patriarch of the Three Pure Ones will not blame me."
The old Taoist kowtows again and again with his thin body, just like any other Taoist disciples in the world.
