Dazhugan staggered at his feet and almost lost his balance, "Who, who, who, who, is Dazhugan?!"
Lin Sui'an: "Oh. What's your name?"
Dazhugan: "Why should I tell you?!"
"It doesn't matter, the name is just something external." Lin Sui'an waved his hand, "Come here."
"You, you, you, you, you, what do you want to do?!"
"Don't you want to watch the Shi Jing Collection? Just come over and check out the details with me."
Lin Sui'an sat cross-legged in front of the table, trying his best to put on a friendly smile, but he didn't know that the smiley expression was hanging on this fierce face, which looked even more weird.
Dazhugan took a few steps back, and his vigilance could be felt through the mask. He even quietly raised the horizontal knife in his hand, ready to pounce and stab Lin Sui'an at any time.
Lin Sui'an scratched his forehead in embarrassment, put away his reactionary smile, and said with great sincerity, "Actually, I don't understand, and I want to ask you."
There was an eerie silence in the room, and Dazhugan's eyes widened. After a long time, an extremely weak hum came from under the mask.
Lin Sui'an's eyes twitched.
Is this guy laughing at her?
"I don't think you, a disciple of the outer sect, can understand it." Dazhugan muttered, lifted his robe and sat across from Lin Sui'an, spreading his palms, "Bring it here, let me take a look."
Oh~
Lin Sui'an got another valid piece of information. She was a "disciple of a foreign sect", which meant that Dazhugan was a "disciple of our own sect". Could it be that she really belonged to some evil sect?
Lin Sui'an was not stupid enough to hand the Shijingji into Dazhugan's hand, but moved directly to sit beside Dazhugan, shook out the Shijingji, pressed his arm against Dazhugan's palm, "Let's watch together. "
The big bamboo pole withdrew his hand like fire, glared at Lin Sui'an fiercely, and looked confidently at Shi Jing Ji - Ji... Ji...
He was petrified. Starting from the eyeballs, it gradually spread to the eyebrows, face, Adam's apple, fingers, and feet, and then shattered into pieces, and the fragments scattered in the flickering candlelight, like moths fluttering into the flames.
Lin Sui'an couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.
"What is this?!" he yelled.
Lin Sui'an showed the cover, "The Ten Pure Collections."
"What kind of bullshit Shi Jing Ji is this!" Dazhugan clapped his hands on the case, "The Shi Jing Ji is a peerless sword manual passed down from our ancestors. How could it be such a thing?!"
Oh~ Peerless knife skills~
Lin Sui'an remained calm, "Maybe the peerless swordsmanship is so unconventional?"
"That's nonsense! I've seen the fragments of the Shi Jing Collection in our sect's secret collection. The second style of the Shi Jing Sword Technique is 'To Be Cut Like an Animal'. Where is the word 'Be Cut Like the First Day of Life'? This is all nonsense. s things--"
Dazhugan roared for half a sentence and suddenly stopped. He realized it, and Lin Sui'an also realized it.
The words in these two sentences of Dao Pu are completely different, but their pronunciation is almost the same.
The corners of Dazhugan's eyes twitched crazily, and Lin Sui'an turned to the third page.
【Knife Fuduo Soup】
Combining the picture content, pronunciation and previous muscle memory, could it be that the real name of this style is actually "Knife Cauldron Heartbreaker"?
Lin Sui'an almost laughed out loud when she thought of this. She thought of a ridiculous possibility.
"Could this Shi Jing Ji be a copy handed down from a foreign sect?" Lin Sui'an asked.
Dazhugan's forehead jumped hard.
"The original Shi Jing Collection of our sect has been lost?"
"..."
Even if half of his face was covered by the big bamboo pole, it was not difficult to deduce from the veins popping out from his forehead that Lin Sui'an was most likely right.
The situation is now very clear. It is obvious that the copying staff's cultural level is not high. They copy while listening. Words that they cannot write are either replaced with homophones or...
The move on the fourth page is a quick attack, "Xun Feng Chen Autumn Leaves". Lin Sui'an thought of a more appropriate adjective, "Autumn Wind Sweeps Fallen Leaves". Could it be "Swift Wind"? For "Chen", could it be that a similar word is used, such as "Zhen", then the original name of this move should be——
"So that's it, it's the 'Swift Wind Shakes Autumn Leaves'!" Lin Sui'an nodded.
Dazhugan was obviously shocked by Lin Sui'an's ability to associate: "Can you really tell the skill of the sword based on the things on this?"
Lin Sui'an: "I understand a little bit."
If her guess is correct, the Shijingji is actually an empty shell. The real sword skills are actually passed down by word of mouth. The moves and names are not important at all, actual combat is the foundation.
In other words, these knife skills have long been engraved in the body's muscle memory. What Lin Sui'an has to do now is to awaken the body's memory, recombine it with the Shijingji, and then sort and integrate it into her own memory, so that she can completely Mastering the Shijingji may be able to suppress that weird bloodthirsty pleasure, which is what Dazhugan calls "taming the Qianjing".
"Is the Shijingji written in secret text?" Dazhugan asked, but he saw Lin Sui'an's eyes turning to him, and the candlelight danced in the depths of her pupils, which was strange and unpredictable.
The next moment, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the Qianjing blade swept towards the tip of his nose. The big bamboo pole was shocked and turned over in a state of embarrassment.
"What are you doing?!"
Lin Sui'an shook her wrist. Her prediction was good. Although this big bamboo pole was her defeat, its kung fu was much better than that of bandits and other minions. Apart from other things, it was able to dodge the sneak attack just now. It is not easy, and it is indeed the most suitable opponent for actual combat training.
"Since you have watched the Shijing Episodes, you have only two choices," Lin Sui'an said with a grim smile, "Either keep your eyes or your life."
This line is so cool to say! Lin Sui'an feels that he has the potential to be a villain.
Dazhugan's expression changed, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He slowly stood up and opened his posture, "Kill you, and Shijingji and Qianjing will belong to me!"
Lin Sui'an raised his eyebrows, and Qian Jing made a dazzling sword in his palm. He suddenly stepped forward and swung his arms, and the two-edged knives struck each other with a clang. Qian Jing was not damaged at all, but the blade of the big bamboo pole had a gaping hole.
Lin Sui'an didn't give him any chance to breathe, and he opened and closed the big bamboo pole to chop Tianling Gai. The big bamboo pole threw the knife, pulled out two daggers from his boots, dodged Qian Jing, and bent his waist to the ground to attack Lin. Sui'an went down three routes, and his speed was several times faster than that of his long knife. Lin Sui'an was startled, stepped back a few steps, leaped on the ground, stabbed back in the air and hit the back of the big bamboo pole, and the big bamboo pole came again. A donkey rolled to avoid it, its legs turned in a circle as if it were lying on the ground, and its whole body made a 180-degree turn, keeping its posture close to the ground and sliding over again, with two daggers dancing like Hot Wheels.
This style of play is simply like a mangy dog rolling around. Compared with the moves he used before, it is simply inferior, but both the speed and the trickyness of the moves are not the same. He was half lying on the ground, like a giant centipede with amazing speed, twisting here and there, two daggers slicing tightly against Lin Sui'an's ankles, and each time he chose The best opportunities are when Lin Sui'an's position is not stable.
Lin Sui'an was caught off guard and broke into a sweat. She doesn't know kung fu to begin with, and she has only relied on the muscle memory of this body to support the scene since time travel, but this attack method of the big bamboo pole is obviously something that the original owner has never encountered before, and the muscle memory is not enough!
Sure enough, the body's muscle memory must be reincorporated into brain control as soon as possible, otherwise there will be endless consequences.
Seeing that he had the upper hand, Dazhugan became more entangled with his body skills and his attacks became more fierce. Lin Sui'an dodged and dodged repeatedly. It seemed that he was at a defensive disadvantage, but he gradually calmed down in his heart. He used the Shijingji moves one by one. Flashing through my mind, I suddenly settled on the page "Broken Decision".
The shiny stickman and the big bamboo pole gradually overlapped. The irregular radioactive lines around the stickman twisted as if they were alive, turning into the attack trajectory of the big bamboo pole. It was not random, but had routines and rules. - six o'clock, four o'clock, three o'clock, eight o'clock, twelve o'clock - Lin Sui'an suddenly understood that this trajectory was almost the same as the direction of her own unconscious steps. Consistent, it’s the same routine, yes! They are from the same sect, and it is very likely that the footwork tutorials are the same, so Dazhugan predicts her footing position and can suppress her everywhere.
I see!
Lin Sui'an squinted his eyes and fixed his gaze on the attack position under the big bamboo pole, at ten o'clock!
Lin Sui'an feinted with the knife, leaning forward to the left. Just as he was about to step on the predetermined position, the cold light of the big bamboo pole's dagger swept over like lightning. It was too late, and then faster, Lin Sui'an's body suddenly straightened up and he jumped back. , Qian Jing inserted into the ground with a click, and with Qian Jing as the axis, his whole body swung out, flew out with a sweeping kick, and kicked the big bamboo pole hard on the butt.
Dazhugan thought that this blow was a sure shot, but unexpectedly, at the last moment, Lin Sui'an disappeared. Before he could recover, he felt a huge force knocking him out. His eyes were blurred, and he was already He flew out of the window and hit a big tree in the yard before stopping. He obviously hit his back, but his butt felt like it was blooming, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't even make a sound.
There was quite a noise when the big bamboo pole broke through the window. More than 30 people inside and outside the courtyard of the station ran out to watch the excitement. Mu Zhong and his gang were not willing to be left behind and squeezed into the first row of VIP seats.
I saw a masked man in black lying under the tree, his body covered with leaves, his bun came loose, and there was a shoe mark on his butt. He had obviously been beaten severely.
Apart from anything else, just by looking at the man's dress, he knew that he was not a good person, a traitor or a thief, and they didn't know which hero helped them capture the thief.
A girl slowly walked into the courtyard carrying a two-foot horizontal knife. The night wind blew up the sky with blue patches of different shades. The clouds were split by extremely fine and bright haloes, leaking out even more delicate crystals. Baiyue Lian reflected the girl's resolute and sharp face, the straight-edged knife glowed with a dark green luster like venom, and her dark eyes were just like the color of the sky at that time, with uncertain light and dark.
"How, how is it possible? How could you see through my moves? This is the secret of the sect!" Dazhugan climbed up with his buttocks covered, his eyes bursting with blood, "What move did you just use?!"
Lin Sui'an raised his long eyebrows, "Prejudging your prediction is called - breaking the decision."
The big bamboo pole spat out blood, staining the mask red. He pointed at Lin Sui'an, shivered for a long time, jumped up the tree and fled.
"Ms. Lin, you are so skilled!" Mu Zhong shouted, and Old Liu and the others also booed. Lin Sui'an waved and saluted one by one. The excitement lasted for a while before returning to calm.
After two battles in one day, Lin Sui'an was really tired. He went back to the house and tidied up briefly, then lay down on the bed with Shi Jing Ji and contentedly closed his eyes.
Today's actual combat was very effective, especially the move "breaking the determination" sounded so cool.
But, is this move called breaking determination?
Prejudgment of your prediction - break the decision, break the decision...could it be -
Lin Sui'an opened his eyes, smiled, and then closed his eyes happily.
The ultimate trick of Shijingji: predict the enemy's prediction and attack the flaw directly.
Unfortunately, at this time, Lin Sui'an didn't know that this move of "breaking the fate" would intimidate the world in a very treacherous way for several years.
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[My old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. 】
When Lin Sui'an stood on the Long Live Bridge outside Yangdu City, the only thing that echoed in his mind was this famous line by the poet Li Bai.
It was so shocking. Yangdu City was more like a huge inland island than a city. The complex and wide waterways surrounded the entire capital city like dancing white water. The most spectacular thing was the Yangtze River in the south of the city, which was not what she had in mind. The Yangtze River is an inland sea with rippling blue waves. Looking far into the distance, the line of sight is extremely wide. The sky is as transparent and clear as the purest glass. The sails of large and small boats swim among the sparkling waves. The boatsman's chants one after another float on the water and sky. There was an echo in the color, and he took a deep breath. The moist water vapor penetrated into the lungs along the nasal cavity, and the oxygen content increased by 30%.
The Long Live Bridge is bustling with carriages, horses and pedestrians. Under the bridge is the Nanshui Gate of Yangdu. Boats of all sizes are flowing into the city, which is busier than land transportation.
Following the flow of people across the Long Live Bridge, they arrived at the South Gate of Yangdu. The armored defenders were divided into six teams and methodically inspected the public inspection of people and caravans entering the city. Mu's caravan was obviously VIP level. Passed the review quickly and entered the city smoothly.
A thoroughfare over fifty meters wide comes oncoming, with checkerboard-like lanes extending towards the skyline. On the west side of the avenue is the Cao River that runs through the entire Yangdu city. There are bridges like a rainbow, sails and rafters in many places, and the number of ships far exceeds that on land. The increase in the number of horse-drawn carriages resulted in unimpeded land and congested waterways. The wharves stretched on both sides of the river, and the watermen carrying goods shuttled among them like busy bees.
"I'm finally back," Old Liu took a deep breath, "Smell it, even the wind is carrying the fragrance of twenty-six brews!"
"Lao Liu, Along, Xiao Ma and I will send the goods back together first. Val is familiar with it. Let's take Mrs. Lin to a seat at Furong House in Furongfang and order some delicious food." Mu Zhong threw a mahogany sign to Val, "Today My treat."
"Don't forget to order two jars of twenty-six brews for me!"
The carriages ran two miles away, and Lao Liu's shouts were still in my ears. Val led the way in high spirits, fully demonstrating the professionalism of a local tour guide.
"Do you still remember the ballad you told Mrs. Lin before?"
Lin Sui'an: "..."
What she was most afraid of since she was a child was memorizing the text, but of course she didn't remember it.
Val didn't care. He took out his scarf from his waist and tied it up neatly. "Yangducheng has six north-south streets and twelve east-west streets. This street is the thoroughfare East Street. There is also a thoroughfare West Street on the other side of the river. It is the most interesting in Tang Dynasty. , the tastiest, freshest, and most interesting things can be found here.”
"This river is the Yangdu Guan River, which runs through the entire Yangdu from south to north. There are a total of seventy-six docks, two-thirds of which belong to our Mu clan caravan, with Persian, Dashi, and Fusang having the most boats."
A dizzying array of shop flags passed before her eyes, including the butcher shop, meat shop, five-cooked shop, silk shop, silk shop, mat shop... Lin Sui'an was amazed when she saw this. She noticed that although the area was divided into lanes, It is obviously much more open than Lifang in Nanpu County. There is no strict division between residential areas and commercial areas. There are many shops on the street, and some even cut holes directly in the walls of the village to do business. There are countless small vendors, selling fresh fruits, daily miscellaneous goods, There are food stalls every few steps, which is no less impressive than a modern pedestrian street.
Val was even more proud, "There are two cities in Yangdu. To the north is Zicheng, which has only four squares, and the government offices are there. To the south is Luocheng, with a total of sixty-seven squares. There are no East, South, or West Markets in Yangdu. , the whole Yangdu is a market, if Mrs. Lin likes it, you might as well come back at night, when the streets are lined with colorful lanterns, it's so beautiful, only Yang in the entire Tang Dynasty can see such a scene."
Lin Sui'an was really shocked now, "There's no curfew? Don't close the gate?"
"Curfew? This is Yangdu, the city that never sleeps!" Val laughed out loud.
Lin Sui'an: "..."
She just crammed in the common sense of the world and it hasn’t become popular yet and it’s out of date?
Val led Lin Sui'an to the Guangji Bridge, passed through Qingchunfang, crossed the Zhongsaner Bridge, and finally arrived at Furongfang on the banks of the Jiuchu River.
Jiuchu River is the second busiest among the four major waterways in the inner city of Yangdu, and it is also the most beautiful. With blue waves like jade and green locust trees like shade, almost all the most famous wine shops, tea shops and brothels in Yangdu are facing the Jiuchu River. For example, Hongzhuangfang in the south is a famous red light district. Yuyanfang and Yuyanfang in the north are full of civilian restaurants and are the biggest competitors of Furongfang. Juanyufang has the most teahouses and is the first choice for literati to drink tea and recite poems.
Furong Restaurant is the most famous restaurant in Furongfang. It is hard to find a restaurant. Just after the 1st, the restaurant was already full. Val walked in and threw a wooden sign to the waiter Mu Zhong. The waiter led them to sit on the first floor. By the window, although the location is a bit crowded, the scenery is beautiful. Compared to the customers who were still queuing up outside, Lin Sui'an was already very content.
Val was busy ordering food and wine, while Lin Sui'an had nothing to do. He untied Qianjing and placed it by the desk, fanning the wind with his palms. Although it is late autumn, the climate in Yangdu is not much cooler. The body temperature exceeds 20 degrees. The overall climate here is more humid and hotter than Lin Sui'an's original world. Young men waving fans can be seen everywhere on the streets. They are all dressed in the same way, with white clothes, white boots, soft-winged buns, and a sense of suaveness when walking.
Compared to men, Lin Sui'an prefers women's attire, a bright red high-waisted pomegranate dress, a brightly colored blouse and half-armor, and a flowing shawl draped over the shoulders, wrapped around the white wrists, swaying in the wind. , infinite grace.
The air in Yangdu is probably humid, and both men and women have fair skin. When the sun shines brightly, their skin looks like cream.
Lin Sui'an admired it happily, and his eyes followed the flow of people to the Beisaner Bridge on the Jiuchu River. Pedestrians on the road seemed to have agreed upon it, and gathered under the bridge and on the side of the road, leaving a special path for each person. The person is described as excited and rosy-faced.
Oh, Lin Sui'an is familiar with this formation, even fans picking him up at the airport are like this.
Val was still debating the last dish with the waiter, and it was estimated that it would be a while before Mr. Mu and the others came over. Lin Sui'an immediately grabbed Qian Jing and climbed out of the window, squeezing into the crowd of onlookers.
There is no Weibo circle of friends in this world, and I have never even seen it in the Dibao. Lin Sui'an's cunning melon-eating habit, which was cultivated in the Internet era, has no place in this era. He almost faded out of his mouth. At this time, he was very lively. Look, naturally I want to get over and have a good look.
With such a big formation, at least he must be an oiran.
Sure enough, not long after, the crowd on the east side of the bridge became commotion, and a group of men in white clothes were seen getting on the bridge. They were all oily-haired, pink-faced, and beaming. They were surrounded by one person, a tall man, also in white. Holding a fan and wearing a big curtain hat, the looming white gauze hung down to her ankles, fluttering like a fairy when blown by the river wind.
There were cheers from the crowd.
"Shiro Hanaka! Shiro Hanaka!"
"What a beauty!"
"Sure enough, he is a young and unparalleled Hanaka Shiro. He can captivate people with just a glance from his back."
"My dear mother, if I can be looked at by Shiro Huajia, I will have no regrets in this life!"
I saw the big draped hat swaying three times to the highest point of the bridge, unfolding the fan with a snap, and posing with his head and neck held high. Everyone cheered, and he seemed to still have something to say. He changed three more artificial poses, waiting for the cheers to be fully appreciated. After three waves, I slowly walked off the bridge.
Lin Sui'an saw it funny and thought to himself that this man was really a coquettish person. If he set up a blower, he would definitely make the hat look like a peacock spreading its tail.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a loud shout suddenly broke out from the crowd under the bridge:
"Shiro Hanaka, come and accept your fate!"
A man in white rushed out of the crowd, holding a wooden stick in his hand and killing Huajia Shiro. Huajia Shiro was still posing there. When he saw that the situation was not right, he ran away. Not to mention the speed, two His long legs spread out, one step ahead of the man in white, three steps ahead. When he ran, the onlookers realized, "Good guy, this has stirred up a hornet's nest." Everyone rushed forward and shouted, " Shiro, be careful!", "Protect Shiro!" "Shiro, get out of the way!" Look at the formation, I'm afraid Huajia Shiro will be trampled to death by the crowd before he is beaten to death.
Fortunately, Shirou Kaiya was quite agile, he could be called the reincarnation of a loach spirit. He slipped through the cracks in the crowd and turned around two or three times to get out. The slut's curtain hat fell off, and he still clutched the handsome fan in his hand. Lin Sui'an rushed towards Lin Sui'an's position, followed by roaring fans. How could Lin Sui'an dare to block the way of this great god? He quickly stepped aside and Huajia Shiro passed by him at a high speed. Lin Sui'an was so close that she only had time to see his smooth chin. At this moment, she heard the faint sound of a knife.
Muscle memory was activated instantly. Lin Sui'an grabbed Huajia Shiro's belt and swung it back. Following the inertia, he turned around and kicked a man in black in the chest. The man in black was originally hiding. In the crowd, as soon as he stood up with a knife in hand, Lin Sui An Shenlai kicked him away - the knife in his hand flew away, and so did the person, and fell into the Jiuchu River with a splash.
All sounds disappeared at this moment, and the copper bells under the eaves of Furong Tower did not move in the wind, tinkling loudly.
Lin Sui'an felt that something was not right, and turned around one by one. She was holding the empty belt in her hand. The owner of the belt had been thrown far away by her. He was lying on the ground with his head in his hands, covering his head from head to butt to toes. Present a standard "ji" shape.
It’s over!
Lin Sui'an stepped forward quickly, lifted his robe and squatted down, "Are you... okay?"
Huajia Shiro, who was in the shape of "ji", squirmed, and suddenly he stood up, shook his arms, shook off his clothes, and assumed a wild and uninhibited sitting posture. He opened the folding fan and covered his chest with a snap, and smiled slightly at Lin Sui'an. When he smiles, his eyelashes are as curved as fans and his pupils are bright.
"I'm Hua Yitang, thank you for saving me."
The blue sky rose above his head, clear and vast, windless and cloudless.
