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The prison was cold and dark, and Su Qinian thought of his mother, Su. Although she had practiced two levels of "Galloping Horse Strength" in her early years, she was born in a poor family and lost her skills very early. She was middle-aged and had knee joints. When the cold weather comes, I will always have constant labor pains.
Although he was in poverty at this time, the Qingyang Palace was in ruins and overgrown with weeds, but compared to his eldest brother Su Qiming who was in the cannon fodder camp in Beihai, and his parents who had never seen the sun and the moon in the prison, he was much more comfortable. times.
Su Qinian felt uneasy. Looking at the fragrant deer on the bonfire, what little appetite he had was gone.
He got up, found a broken altar table, took out the chipped inkstone and rabbit hair brush he brought from Xiaoyao Valley, boiled a cup of snow water in an earthen pot, and soaked only a handful of knotted rabbit hair.
Inject water and grind ink.
There was no ink fragrance, and the low-quality ink stick was only as big as a little finger and was stained with impurities. Su Qinian picked up the pen, dabbed some ink, and spread out a piece of browned hemp paper in front of him.
An old Eight Immortals table, several pairs of bowls and chopsticks, a wine pot, several plates of dumplings, and four figures.
After sketching in a few strokes, Su Qinian suddenly sighed and gave up.
Sitting down cross-legged again, Su Qinian looked at the snowflakes flying outside the hall, and the cold wind blowing in through the broken windows, whining like a ghost crying.
The bonfire swayed, and the golden deer gradually scorched black and burned into ashes.
Finally, Su Qinian closed his eyes and held the knife in front of his knees. He calmed down his mind and calmed down his restless mind on the edge of meditation.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, Su Qinian felt something in his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a snowy back. The coldness was even worse than this cold winter.
"Liu Qingchan." Su Qinian said.
In front of the broken altar table, the princess of Hanyang glanced at the half of the fragment and turned around slowly. The green hair was rippling like a waterfall. The green luan hairpin was very simple, but there was a strange grace in it.
His dark jade-like eyes fell on Su Qinian. Liu Qingchan nodded and said, "I didn't expect that you would reach the seventh level of Wudang's "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" so quickly. You spoke so calmly. It seems that your state of mind has improved a lot, and you are probably in trance, but why don't you complete this painting? Your writing has become more refined, and your energy and spirit have transformed. It seems that you have experienced a lot in the past month or so."
Her tone was calm and calm, with a knowing calmness. When Su Qinian looked at her eyes, they were no longer as sharp as they were more than a month ago. They had become restrained and smooth, as if they had been polished away for thousands of years.
Raising his eyebrows, Su Qinian said: "You have reached the eighth level of Chilong Kung Fu."
"You have good eyesight," Liu Qingchan clicked her fingers and tapped her slender jade-like fingers on the altar table several times. She frowned slightly and said, "One third of the heart of time has not yet awakened."
She spoke firmly, not as a question, but as if she was stating a fact.
Su Qinian did not doubt it, because he knew that one-third of the Hanyang Princess's heart of time had long been awakened, and she had all kinds of unfathomable powers. Even this teleportation was extremely terrifying. It could be called a life-saving skill. Perhaps because of her cultivation Because of the shortcomings, if it does not end with him, who also has one-third of the heart of time, he can only teleport a few feet at most. And once encountering a life and death crisis, as long as the two of them are not in the same place, unless the opponent instantly If killing transcends spirit and thoughts, then it is impossible to kill them all.
Regarding whether he has awakened the heart of time, not only Liu Qingchan, but that person will probably feel it even if he is far away.
"It seems that you have to try to advance to the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Technique", maybe you can gain something."
Liu Qingchan said, her eyes were very bright, and she suddenly showed a bit of amusement, saying: "The inheritance of Qingyang Peak, I don't know which martial arts you got, "Qingyang Sword"? Or "Qianli Yuanhengbu" ? Or "Zelei Palm"..."
""The Death Knife"."
""The Death Knife"?"
The Princess of Hanyang showed a rare degree of caution and composure. Her nose was as beautiful as jade, and even in the cold winter, half of her forearms were exposed like gelatin. She muttered: "My father commented on the martial arts of Qingyang Peak. "Qingyang Peak" Although "Yang Sword" is ranked among the best, the road ahead is certain and it is difficult to transcend. "Qian Li Yuan Heng Bu" is too limited. "Ze Lei Palm" is easy to break just now, and the Yin and Yang Pass is difficult to understand. "Blue Light Slays Demons" "Sword" is dangerous, and few people can achieve the supreme sword intention. Only this "Life-Ending Sword" is only top-notch, but it has no limit. It can reach the top, or touch the destiny, all in one thought."
Um?
Su Qinian was a little surprised that the world-famous demon-suppressing king actually had such a high evaluation. From this point of view, although he had experienced various experiences in recent times, this sword technique might not be trivial. Now it seems that, I'm afraid it's still greatly underestimated.
call!
While he was thinking about it, Liu Qingchan, the Princess of Hanyang, suddenly took action.
She took a step forward, as powerful as a swimming dragon, and punched out with a powerful fist. The wind whimpered like a dragon's roar, producing a violent explosion.
Chilong Fist!
This is a foundation-building boxing technique that is specially practiced by royal women. Generally speaking, it is softer than the Fish Dragon Fist practiced by many princes and young princes. It is a enslavement method of Yin and Yang power, but in the hands of the only daughter of the Demon-Suppressing King, it is even more domineering. , unusually sharp, and the punching style is suffocating.
The air was twisted, and there was no sound of horse hooves. Instead, there was an illusory red dragon shadow appearing behind it. It was densely covered with dragon scales, without horns, and had three toes on its claws. An invisible majesty aura filled the air.
Chi Longying!
Su Qinian was shocked. In the world, if there are any differences in the foundation building skills, only the royal family's foundation building skills. When the seventh level is completed, what appears is not a fierce horse, nor a bloody horse, because it contains With the emperor's royal aura, many different dragon shadows appear in the world.
Su Qinian also heard Qing Yu say that although not many of the Three Crazy Taoists in the past dynasties had reached the tenth level of Wudang's "Turtle and Snake Technique", there are some records in historical records that by the ninth level, the heavenly horse grew scales and horns and transformed into a dragon. When the dragon horse reaches the tenth level, it undergoes nirvana and completely transforms into a dragon horse that roams the nine heavens.
With this punch, Su Qinian felt a life and death crisis.
The hairs all over his body stood up, and a heavy wind pressure hit his face. The Chilong was majestic and the Emperor's royal aura. This boxing technique was too overbearing. Even if it was just a royal foundation-building boxing technique, looking at the world, in terms of exquisiteness and majesty, it was also It is definitely not inferior to ordinary martial arts, it is even better.
This is a punch that far exceeds that of a bloody horse.
But the next moment, Su Qinian thought, but he resisted the urge to draw the sword. He raised his right arm and pointed an index finger towards the void in front of him. The fingertips became as red as blood jade, like red clouds. He breathed out half an inch of energy.
When she pointed her finger, Liu Qingchan let out a light sigh, as if she saw a rising sun jumping out of the horizon. The sun was shining on the earth. A lonely figure was walking under the rising sun. He was covered in rain, dew, frost and snow. He had been looking for him in the eternal dark night. bright.
Ding!
The fists and fingers intertwined, like gold beads falling on a jade plate. There was a crisp sound, and then a strong wind roared across. Not far away, the broken altar table was blown away, the bonfire was scattered, and the entire Qingyang Hall was lightly shaken. Sawdust and sawdust fell.
The two of them exchanged blows, then separated a few feet, then stopped.
"What an exquisite true meaning." The Princess of Hanyang took a deep look at Su Qinian, then withdrew her gaze, turned around and walked forward, "I hope I can see your "Life-breaking Knife" next time."
In front of Qingyang Hall.
Liu Qingchan stopped and looked up at the sky. The snow had stopped, the dark clouds had opened a gap, and the winter moon was like cold jade, shining brightly.
After counting the interest.
"Editor Su and his wife are well."
The voice was very soft, and Su Qinian was shocked. Looking at the graceful but lonely back, it gradually became transparent, until after ten breaths, it completely turned into nothingness.
He couldn't see that the figure with its back to him had a faint smile on its lips.
After standing blankly for a long time, Su Qinian shook his head with a wry smile and gathered his thoughts. He took a deep breath and suddenly didn't know what to say. He could only quietly lift up the fallen altar table and lift the fallen remains. I picked up the painting, took one last look at it, lit it with a little residual fire, and turned it into ashes. (I am very satisfied with this chapter. Comments and guesses are welcome, and you can try to figure out the protagonist's thoughts. If you like it, please vote for it. Well, collect it.)
