After the two thunderbolts faded away, the two people who were hit hardest by the thunder were completely charred. Both the Taoist boy and the young Taoist priest in short brown clothes lay down outside the city, not caring about the horrified looks of the soldiers on the city. , instead they looked at each other. Everyone saw the vague joy in each other's eyes, but they quickly suppressed it.
"Regarding my age and seniority, I haven't actually learned the thunder method yet. If master knew that I could perform the magic that is already touching the sky in Taoism, I would have been beaten less easily."
The young Taoist lying next to the Taoist boy tore off a bunch of hair that was scorched by the thunder and touched his eyebrows, but he couldn't help but burst into laughter. The ends of his eyebrows, which turned out to be quite beautiful, were all burned away by the thunder. Now his eyebrows are bald, but he is not annoyed at all. He turns to look at the Taoist boy whose face is as dark as smeared with pot ashes, and whispers, "Let me tell you, probably among the disciples of my generation, No matter who takes over the position of Dao leader in the future, my cultivation level will probably be a little higher than that person's. Don't tell outsiders, lest they say I don't know how to restrain myself, and my senior brother will scold me."
Despite his age, the Taoist boy was naturally very high-spirited. After hearing this, he curled his lips, stood up and patted his body clean of black dust. The Taoist robe was still as new as before. He looked sideways at the stunned young Taoist priest beside him, and hummed, "I won't be thunderous either. Before going down the mountain, I could barely use a talisman from my master to cast one or two. When I saw it today, this magical power was nothing more than that. If you were the Taoist leader, I would probably have to suppress it for thirty or fifty years. , just in time to make Feilaifeng famous."
People in the Taoist sect are humble and rarely cause trouble, but these two people, whose bones were almost broken by thunder and fire in the open space outside the city, did not give in, regardless of their methods or words.
The young Taoist was angry because he had planned to beat the little Taoist boy who came down from Feilai Peak for his master. The Taoist boy was angry because he had seen the two people from Nangong Mountain. I accidentally heard that my master was being squeezed out by the Three Pure Spirits, so I have always felt bad in my chest over the years. Even if I am too broad-minded, I am still my master after all.
"I always do things directly, and I have never underestimated Senior Li. I took decisive action today, but I also saved my strength. At least if you are not good at cultivation, your shoulders will be numb for two days at most. But after this battle, if we meet next time, we won’t hold back.”
The young Taoist still did not stand up, and forced himself to smile at the Taoist boy, "In fact, not all Taoist sects are the same Taoist sects as before. Most people cultivate their minds with purity, but there are still some people who always strive for such false reputations. Shan Sanqingguan, this In a grand temple, people's hearts are different. Today I took action firstly out of boredom, and secondly to vent my anger for my master. However, more people still want to see the Feilai Peak Taoist lineage destroyed. You have a harder life than me. This is a heavy burden that must be borne.”
The Taoist boy had never heard of these words before, and when he suddenly heard the young Taoist talking about it, he had already stood up, but now he was squatting aside with a frown on his face.
Compared with the Taoist temple on Feilai Peak, it is more interesting down the mountain. What's more, I am used to seeing my master busy or bored in the mountain, but never coming down the mountain. Then think about what if I live like that in the future. The child couldn't help but pout like his teeth were sore. He obviously looked no older than six or seven years old, but now his face looked like that of a middle-aged farmer who saw that the grain growth was getting worse. No matter what, he felt... It wasn't right, it wasn't right to stay in the mountains for a long time, and it wasn't right to carry the so-called heavy burden of the young Taoist. In the end, there were only a few wrinkles on his face, so he had to look sideways at the Taoist next to him.
"If you were to be the master of Sanqing Temple, wouldn't it be the same?"
Sure enough, the young Taoist who couldn't stand up also began to pout, and his face was also sad. The two were clearly different in age, and they were not disciples of a Taoist temple. They had exactly the same look at this moment.
"It's a useless question for you." The Taoist boy took out the well-protected letter from his arms and saw that there were soldiers preparing arrows on top of the city. At this time, he felt frightened. Seeing that he was staring at this place, he shook his head. After sighing, he couldn't help but put it into the young Taoist's hand, "After finishing the work of delivering the letter, it's time to leave. When we meet again in the future, we must practice diligently. Next time I will have the upper hand, but I can't survive even a single move." "
But then he thought about the young Taoist's words just now, and the Taoist boy still made up his mind to give in half a move next time. After all, if he waits for the master to say these words, he doesn't know how long he will have to wait, so he will leave these words for three seconds. I'm so particular about it, I really don't know if it's a bad habit or a good deed.
Another squinting Taoist appeared outside the city gate. After he landed firmly, he looked around, but he didn't see anyone else in the mess around him. After helping the young Taoist up, his face turned green and red, but he didn't raise his hand to hit him. After a pause, I just looked at the scorch marks of thunder and fire all over the ground. They were clearly distinguishable and had a very complicated expression. Who in the world could have guessed that the Thunder and Fire Technique, which no one has been able to perform for half a hundred years, was actually performed today by two juniors who were not yet 30 years old. Moreover, it was really a decent fight, even if it was done by oneself. The cultivation level of this senior brother has not been able to break through the thunder and fire and stepped into this place just now. This shows that the cultivation level of the junior brother and the Taoist boy is so high. Except for the temple master and a few elders, it is difficult for anyone to compare with them. , not knowing for a moment whether it should be a severe punishment or a few words of praise, he grabbed the young Taoist's clothes at the back of his neck and was silent for a long time.
Before being scolded for a long time, the young Taoist finally plucked up the courage, laughed twice, and tentatively bared his teeth at his senior brother.
"Senior brother, please see if I am good or not."
"Senior brother, I finally have a clear look at your facial features. If anyone says you are short-sighted in the future, I will have to use thunder to kill them."
Then the screams were heard from far outside the capital, his eyes were black and his cheeks were swollen, and he had a hearty fight with his colleagues. Whether the deal was a loss or not, I am afraid that only the Taoist who had been banned for a whole year could You know, but the uproar between thunder and lightning outside the capital city has never spread far. It was probably suppressed by others, whether it was the merchants who saw it with their own eyes or the soldiers who stopped at the city gate. He told others about this, so the news did not spread far. Most people only knew that there was thunder and no rain outside Xia Song Capital today, but they did not know that it was man-made.
I don't know how far away from the Xiasong border there is a place called Leap Horse Pond.
A group of three people and three horses stayed here for only one afternoon, intending to set off on the road. However, one of the horses, whose hair was as messy as weeds, was unable to stand up. Even though the three of them looked around for a long time, they never found out the crux of the problem. They had been delayed for nearly half a day, and had not yet set out on their journey, until a blind man holding a bamboo stick came up from the group of people who had been following the three of them.
The blind man was quite an expert. He pressed the horse's hoof ankles several times and explored the joints of its four legs. However, he still could not find out why the horse was not moving. After pondering for a long time, he finally stopped to rest after walking aside. Zhong San stood beside him and found a spot on a smooth boulder that had been washed away by the swollen pond water and rain. He said to himself, "This horse doesn't look like a good horse, but in fact it has strong bones and flesh and four strong hooves." It is a good horse with head and foot strength as good as that of famous horses in the world. He has been in Dayuan for so many years, even if he is not a horseman, he can still see some clues, but I don't know why this horse always has difficulty in holding up its body.
Yun Zhong still smiled bitterly. No matter what method he tried, the mixed-haired horse was indifferent and put its legs away. Zhao Ziyang had whipped the horse twice in succession, but it was still useless, so he had to stop here for the time being.
The sky is full of red sleeves, and the remaining clouds are full of peach blossoms, falling on a few people's faces. There are not many remaining hot summer days, and the water in the pond is clear and sparkling.
A few fish jumped up or put their mouths outside the light waves.
Li Fu'an picked up his scarred arm, poured a few drops of wine without caring, and threw a few stones into the water without changing his expression. However, Zhao Ziyang glanced at him and took his hand back angrily, humming an unknown taboo. The tune is not bad, at least it is pleasant to the ears.
Seeing that the blind man did not intend to rush forward, Yun Zhong, who had been looking at the ragged horse, also stood up and walked straight to the side. He slowly drew his sword and practiced as if no one was around. He completed several sword moves in one go, from flowing water sword moves to stacked sword moves. Waterfall, then withdrew his move and sat back down.
"The sword today is very murderous." The blind man, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke, closing his eyes and turning his head in the direction of Yun Zhong, still smiling.
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"If the horse is unable to move, it may as well be left here to fend for itself, or the two of them can ride it together."
Yun Zhong didn't seem to hear anything at all. After a while, he looked at the blind man and said, "This is a horse on Nangong Mountain. If it is really lost, I don't know how many scoldings it will take. If you are not in a hurry, you should wait a little longer." It’s best after a while.”
"Or what are you waiting for?" The blind man's smile was quite scary. He moved his gray eyes in the direction of Yun Zhong, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "If we find out that you have a way to escape or summon the master, , do you think I will wipe you out in an instant before disaster happens? Although we have similar temperaments, after all, you and I are still on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, so it is better not to be too pretentious and have some unchanging thoughts."
Yun Zhong, who showed a lot of dirt in his white clothes, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "If you don't have the courage, how can there be a fool in the world who can't settle the debt? Even if I want to go to Dayuan to help, I have to consider my own life first, right? "The fish jumped out of the water and splashed out several golden flowers. Several ants crawled out of the ant nests on the shore and struggled to move a dead caterpillar.
The swordsman put away his sword and slept on the ground, not caring about the expressions of the two people beside him. He was clearly like those men in the rivers and lakes who were well-fed after sleeping in the open air and sleeping on the ground, never caring about the sideburns on both sides of their cheeks. It is messy, regardless of how much mud and firewood is wrapped in the sword scabbard at the waist. At best, it sounds like he is lying drunk in the rivers and lakes, but at worst, it sounds extremely slovenly. It has nothing to do with the swordsman in white and snow.
