The wind rustles and the water becomes cold. If the cold plum passes by, the thieves will be afraid of the cold.
As Han Li slowly entered the Shuihe Temple, Liu Yi sat next to the dead man Chen, with a puzzled look on his face, "Master, this person is wearing a bamboo hat and can't see his face clearly. How did you know that this was a great man from the Mohist family?" ?”
Death Shichen laughed, and began to answer Liu Yi's questions in detail, "My child, look, there is something on his waist. This thing is completely black and matte, and it is square and square, but there are twenty-four Leng, anyone with some experience in martial arts should know that it is a giant ruler, a token of Mohism."
Liu Yi stared hard at the object on Han Li's waist, "Juzi ruler?"
"Well, this Juzi Ruler is also known as the Juzi Divine Works. It is ranked sixteenth in the Jianghu Weapon Chart. This Juzi Ruler is two feet long. When unfolded, it is three feet, three inches and three points. It is not so much a peerless weapon. It is said that he is a ruler, a token." Chen, the dead man, said, "It is rumored that more than 140 years ago, Zheng Xuan, before he became Tongxuan, once commented that the giant ruler can 'measure the heaven and the earth, and judge the ghosts and gods'. '. As for the origin of the juzi ruler, according to the "Historical Records: The First Emperor's Chronicles": In the thirty-sixth year of the reign of Emperor Yinghuo, a falling star descended to Dongjun, and the ground turned into stone. "Mo Yu", which records the history of Mohism It is also recorded in the book: When the star falls in Dongjun, the majestic energy becomes a magical work; mortals can reach the heaven and earth, and common people can transform into gods."
Liu Yi understood immediately, "Is the giant ruler made of meteorites from outside the sky?"
"Yes, the giant ruler was made by the flying stars from the sky. However, all the giants of the Mohist family in the past dynasties had profound and unfathomable realms, and there was no need for the giant ruler at all. Therefore, no one in the world has ever seen the giant ruler wield his magic. The ruler is effective. The symbolic meaning of the giant ruler is far greater than its practical significance. Mohist disciples see the ruler as if they are seeing the giant child. With the giant ruler, they can mobilize hundreds of thousands of Mohist believers in the world. Haha, kid, this giant ruler It is the standard configuration of Juzi, do you think he is the Juzi of the Mo family?"
Death Shichen finished explaining with a longing look on his face, his slightly wrinkled face filled with childlike excitement.
Liu Yi also looked at Shuihe Temple and said, "Oh! Daddy, master, Wucai Zhenren, Juzi Hanli, there are so many heroes in just two counties! It seems that all the masters in the world, There are so many!”
Death Shichen gave a bitter smile and said, "Haha, wrong, wrong! My child, there are not so many masters in the world, you just met them all!"
Liu Yi also grinned bitterly, "Then I'm so lucky!"
Seeing the confrontation between Han Li and Wucai Zhenren, the master and disciple stopped talking and looked towards Shuihe Temple in silence.
Outside Shuihe Temple, the fallen county soldiers had staggered up. Under the effective organization of the two county guards, they surrounded Shuihe Temple again. They all glared at Wucai Zhenren and were always ready to attack again. .
In Shuihe Temple, a small group of county soldiers who had just tried to attack Wucaizhenren, under Han Li's eyes, supported two Fan family tree-shaking warriors and slowly retreated. In the huge courtyard, only Han, the great master of the Mo family, was left. Li and Wucai Zhenren, the master of Shuihe Temple, were like gods, silently opposing each other at the head and tail of the fallen Laojun statue.
"Wucai, Zhangwu Dawen, does it have something to do with you?" A hoarse and cold voice came from under the bamboo hat. Under the bamboo hat, an ordinary face was staring at Wucai master like a man.
"It doesn't matter!" Wucai Zhenren's sharp eyes glanced into the distance, looking at where Liu Yi and Death Shichen were standing, not looking at Han Li.
Han Li said 'hmm', and his voice was as cold as ever, "Let me ask you again, does this matter have anything to do with your disciples in Guanzhong?"
Master Wucai tilted his body, looked up at the pine tree branches on the opposite side, continued to avoid Han Li's direct gaze, and snorted coldly, "Do you want to take care of it? I said Han Li, if you don't do well in the world, come to me." What are you doing in Heguan! Get out of here, you are not welcome here."
When wandering around the world, chivalry, morality, and benevolence are all important, but the most important thing is strength. Just like the Wucaizhenren at this moment, facing the menacing Mohist giant, he is not weak at all in terms of words and momentum.
"Last night, the thousands of lonely souls in the east of the city asked me to come and take a look, so I came!" Han Li took off his bamboo hat, revealing an extremely ordinary face. He threw the bamboo hat aside and said calmly, "I will do my best to be loyal." Those who violate the law and are careless must be punished, even if they are close to each other. Those who admit guilt and lose love must be released, even if they are serious. Those who use rhetoric and clever words must be killed, even if they are light. This is the creed by which I walk, and it is also the iron rule of my Mohist school. Five Talent, you and I are both high-level people. The gods in the Yushu realm should have the temperament and demeanor of the Yushu realm. You can make friends with them. If we really fight, it will not be good for anyone!"
Faced with Han Li's sarcastic words, Master Wucai raised his nose and scolded, "Oh, oh my! A centipede with hundreds of legs cannot fly as fast as a snake; a rooster with two wings cannot fly as fast as a crow. Han Li, oh Han Li, are in my realm." , do you still want to be a dragon flying in the sky? You have the ability, you can find it yourself, you are in the imperial arts realm, and so am I, am I still afraid of you?"
As soon as these words came out, the air in Shuiheguan suddenly turned cold. Under the command of the county guard, the county soldiers had retreated thirty feet away. Everyone was staring closely at Shuiheguan. Some were afraid of missing the duel between masters. Some people have angry eyes, while others are submissive and unable to hold their swords and guns...
"Hey, I have been a juzi for so many years, but I have not made any achievements or feats. I really feel unworthy of the century-old reputation of juzi and the Mohist family. I only have some insights into the way of heaven and martial arts! Is it true that I created some of my own? Shang Daya’s little moves! Wucai, how about I try it with you today?”
Han Li's voice was still hoarse. He slowly walked to the nearest tree, held the pine tree with one hand, and hummed slightly.
Seeing what he was thinking about, the tall and tall pine trees shook slightly at first. Suddenly, the tips of each pine needle glowed with a little white light, which looked pearlescent in the sun, like thousands of mountains of pearls. It was really beautiful.
Just talking about this posture and wonderful scenery, it won the officers and soldiers and Liu Yi's master and apprentice a "big win"!
Master Wucai curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Fashion is useless!"
Han Li raised his lips and said with a warm smile, "My tricks are beautiful and easy to use. Five talents, you will know after you try them!"
Then, Han Li moved his other hand slightly, pinching his fingers to make a decision. On an inconspicuous branch of the colorful pine tree, a pine needle slowly detached from the branch and flew towards Wucai Zhenren. The speed of the pine needle was determined by From slow to fast, it gradually resembles an arrow leaving the string.
A small pine needle made Master Wucai's expression slightly solemn, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
He didn't fight hard like he had against Death Shichen's Lan Gang Chen Sword. After a starting move, his mind was strong and full of energy. He slowly let go of the whisk, with its head facing Wucai and its tail facing Han. Li stood motionless in front of his chest in a daze.
Then, Wucai Zhenren put the four fingers of his right hand into the palm of his hand, put his index finger into his mouth to wet his mouth, and with the help of the moisture, he drew a pale white word 'Shou' in the air, with a circle around the word. After finishing, Wucai Zhenren Vukong gently tapped the tip of the whisk's head, and the word turned into a clear stream, and went into the handle of the whisk. The whisk instantly spun on the spot, and the silk turned into a disc, spinning endlessly, like a round shield, even It's wonderful.
The pine needle, which started from slow to fast, moved forward without hesitation, piercing the rapidly rotating whisk. In the silent collision, the pine needle quietly brought down a slight strand of silk on the whisk, and then fell to the ground without strength.
Han Li seemed to have known this for a long time. After the first pine needle fell to the ground, the two pine needles immediately detached from the branch and stabbed at the fly whisk in the same way. Then, three needles shot out at the same time, four needles shot out at the same time, five needles shot out at the same time, and several more. The roots grew together, and in the water river view, golden light gradually formed. Under the dazzling light, the county soldiers retreated another thirty feet.
When thousands of needles were fired, the tree was completely bare. At that time, the majestic energy was dancing wildly in the entire water river temple, and the killing momentum of the pine needles forced the county soldiers to retreat hundreds of feet away.
As the last pine needle quietly fell to the ground, only the handle of the whisk was left in front of Wucaizhenren. Wucai Zhenren was forced to take a big step back by the last pine needle, while Han Li took a big step forward.
Half a step forward or backward, the outcome is decided!
At this time, Master Wucai didn't look good and was not in a good mood. He had a fiery temper, and Han Li's moves were feminine. He was upset by these moves of overwhelming others, hiding needles in his clothes, and talking endlessly. He is confused and consumed with thoughts, so he is very angry.
However, he was also afraid for a moment. Although the two of them were both in the realm of imperial arts, Han Li had already entered the country for many years and his realm was very stable. However, he had just entered the country. There was an invisible gap between the two. If Han Li had just used the pine needle to If he were to use a sharp knife, he would probably be chopped into a lump of dumpling stuffing.
Master Wucai looked at Han Li's unfazed face. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Finally, his anger turned into anger. When he saw Han Li flicking his green robe, he pursed his lips and said angrily, "The great master of the Mo family is like this." Such kindness, I, Shuiheguan, should return the favor!"
Han Li's voice was still as cold as the stagnant water of Beiming, "My gift is too light, there is no need to return it!"
Master Wucai hated Han Li's expression of being arrogant and superior to all living beings. He became angrier, threw away the fly whisk, and cursed, "Han Li, this is not your Han Li's Momen, but your Taoist master's and mine." Shuihe Temple, in my territory, you have to listen to me, Master Tao. If I don’t want to give Master Tao, you can’t take it away even if you want it. If Master Tao gives you a gift, you have to accept it even if you don’t accept it!”
It seems that Wucai Zhenren's temper is not particularly good. Han Li's indifferent expression made Wucai Zhenren angry.
In Shuihe Temple, the light yellow fog suddenly rose again. Before Han Li could react, the county soldiers outside the Taoist temple retreated another twenty feet. The county guard ordered the soldiers to shout in unison, "Strong man, the thick fog is poisonous!"
Han Li sniffed slightly and whispered, "Is it poisonous powder made from Datura flowers?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Li ignored the yellow poisonous mist floating in all directions. Instead, he cheered up and ran toward Wu Cai Zhenren with long strides. While running, Han Li took off his raincoat and rolled up his sleeves, dressed like an old farmer.
Seeing his right hand transforming into a fist, a white light appeared at the tip of the fist, reaching a distance of an inch or so. The white light suddenly swelled, and Han Li swung out his fist, like a rainbow penetrating the sun, and struck hard at Wucai Zhenren.
Wucai Zhenren was also angered. Faced with Han Li's powerful and heavy attack, he did not dodge or dodge. He dropped his shoulders and elbows, walked steadily, and supported the strength with a false lead. He used a tricky move with his left hand and responded with a fist with his right hand. .
When the two fists collided, two streams of yellow and white air rose from the ground and shot straight into the sky with astonishing power.
Just like this, the rainbow flows across the sea, and the clouds and moon fade away and the sun never returns.
