"Brother Jing, it's cold, please wear more clothes."
On top of the city wall, Huang Rong put the cloak on Guo Jing's body distressedly.
Guo Jing also turned around, looked at his wife with a gentle face, held her in his arms, and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work these days."
"It's not hard. Brother Jing, you are a great hero guarding Xiangyang. As your wife, I can't be any worse. Isn't that how a husband and a wife should follow each other?" Huang Rong winked and said mischievously.
"Ha ha."
The two of them stood quietly on the city wall and looked into the distance. Even after a night of cleaning up, they could still see the bright red all over the ground.
The traces left by hundreds of thousands of troops cannot disappear overnight.
"Brother Jing, look, it's the old naughty boy and Fang Xuan."
Guo Jing also looked in the direction of Huang Rong's finger and saw an old naughty boy excitedly punching and waving in an open space outside the city.
Seeing that Guo Jing was silent, Huang Rong, who was very thoughtful, naturally guessed what he was thinking and whispered, "Brother Jing is worried about Fang Xuan?"
Guo Jing sighed and said: "As expected, I can't hide it from you, Ronger. This person is too mysterious, and his martial prowess is like that of an overlord. Yesterday, I asked my father-in-law, and even his father-in-law said that he was no match for this person. The sudden appearance of such a person in the world is also a surprise." I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.”
"What is the blessing? What is the disaster? Brother Jing, you have never thought about so many things before. Isn't the biggest disaster in the world today the war between Mongolia and Song Dynasty? This man is very powerful in martial arts, but he is so dissatisfied with the Song Dynasty. Is this a blessing?" Huang Rong said.
Guo Jing was also stunned, and then laughed loudly and said: "Oh, Rong'er is still smart about Bingxue, because she is in love with her husband. I can't control the world's affairs as much as I can. No wonder my father-in-law likes to live in seclusion on Peach Blossom Island, no Asking about worldly affairs, wisdom is very harmful to the body, it is better to be simple."
"Brother Jing cares about the entire Xiangyang City. It's good to think more. I have sent disciples of the Beggar Clan to find out this person's identity. There are disciples of the Beggar Clan all over the world. I think it won't be long before... huh?"
Before they finished speaking, the two of them looked at the tall giant silhouette in the distance with solemn expressions. Naturally, they only lasted two breaths, but the violent power shocked both of them.
"The Four Symbols of Heaven's Will? There is such a magical skill in the world. I feel that even the Nine Yin Manual cannot compare with it." Guo Jing said solemnly.
"Brother Jing, let's go in and take a look."
"Isn't this... bad?" Guo Jing said hesitantly.
"Look over there."
I saw several figures running towards the old naughty boy from Xiangyang City. They were obviously disturbed by the movement just now.
"Walk."
…
After punching out the Wind God's wrath, the old naughty boy sat cross-legged on the ground. He opened his eyes after burning a stick of incense, his eyes full of ecstasy.
"Haha, Master, my skills have really increased." The old naughty boy jumped up and down like a child.
Fang Xuan was also extremely surprised by the old naughty boy's understanding. As expected, he had a pure heart and no distracting thoughts, but he had mastered the Fury of the Wind God in just an hour.
"The Four Symbols of Heaven's Will are divided into four levels: wind, fire, thunder and lightning. The further you go, the harder it becomes to practice. More and more power of heaven and earth can be used, and the power is doubled. You have good qualifications. Practice more in the future."
"Yes, Master."
"Second brother, I'm so tired!" Zhang Jing said with a bitter look on her face.
"No, just walk on the horse for another hour and breathe according to the formula the old naughty boy just taught you." Fang Xuan said with a cold face.
"Second brother, you bully me, huh."
Although he was unhappy, he still followed Fang Xuan's words and continued to march forward.
No matter how the old naughty boy protects Zhang Jing, it is good for him to have the strength. Fang Xuan knows that this is the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the war between the Song and Yuan Dynasties will not stop. Troubled times have come, and it is extremely difficult for a man to survive in these troubled times. , let alone a woman.
Quanzhen Neigong has a peaceful mind and can be practiced while walking, sitting or lying down. After practicing it, those with poor aptitudes can become light and healthy and free from all kinds of diseases. Those with good aptitudes can quickly accumulate internal energy.
Ma Yu only taught Guo Jing a few breathing and breathing formulas, but after a while, his internal strength was even more powerful than that of his seven masters, which shows the merits of Quanzhen Internal Skills.
"I've met little brother Fang."
Huang Yaoshi and others came together.
Seeing the arrival of several people, the old naughty boy ran over excitedly and said loudly: "Huang Laoxie, Guo Jing, did you just see the Fury of the Wind God that I used? Hehe, is it powerful?"
Fang Xuan cupped his hands and said, "I've met you all."
Master Yideng stepped forward, called out the Buddha's name and said: "Amitabha, I have disturbed Donor Fang, please forgive me."
"No wonder, the Four Symbols of Heaven's Will cultivation is too loud and has disturbed everyone." Fang Xuan said with a smile.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, did you see it?" the old naughty boy said dissatisfied.
Huang Rong took a step forward and said with a smile: "Old naughty boy, your master is here!"
The old naughty boy turned his head and secretly looked at Fang Xuan's face, pouted and said: "It's boring, it's boring."
Huang Laoxie glanced at Fang Xuan with his eyes and asked: "I don't know what little brother Fang learned from him? Why have I never heard of the Four Symbols of Heaven's Will? The person who can create such a magical skill is definitely not an unknown person. I don't know if he is with Senior master?"
Fang Xuan said casually: "This magical skill was created by the ancient immortal master Guang Chengzi. I also obtained it accidentally. It is normal that Senior Dongxie has never heard of it."
Huang Laoxie's face turned dark. He obviously didn't want to answer this statement, Guang Chengzi? Why didn't you say it was Sanqing?
"Oh! It turned out to be inherited from the immortals. I really want to ask for advice." Huang Yaoshi said with a smile.
"I also want to see Dongxie's majesty and compare with each other?"
"The boy is rude."
After saying that, the figure stepped forward and patted Fang Xuan lightly with a pair of fleshy palms.
The palm seemed light but was extremely sharp, coming through the air like a divine sword.
When the arms are waving, there are palm shadows in all directions, or five are empty and one is real, or eight are empty and one is real, just like a sudden strong wind in a peach forest and thousands of flowers blowing down.
Huang Rong on the side looked proud and said: "Dad's Luoying Shenjian palm has become even more perfect. The peach blossoms are misty, Luoying Shenjian."
Fang Xuan also felt happy and said loudly: "It's good to come."
As soon as he stepped on his feet, the muscles in his legs trembled, and his whole body rose into the air like a white crane. His palms turned into claws and came through the air.
"The crane's paw prints in the sand."
The nails on his five fingers were like steel, showing no fear of the internal power of Huang Yaoshi's palm.
Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly, and the reality changed. The palm shadow in front of him was clearly real.
This is the power of the Luoying Divine Sword Palm. Feint moves are only used to lure and disturb the enemy, but when the battle comes, all five and eight imaginary moves can be turned into actual moves.
But when these palms hit Fang Xuan's arm, Huang Yaoshi's expression changed. He only felt that his fleshy palms slapped on the steel, without any merit.
