Returning to Yunzhuang, the moonlight is like daylight.
A huge pine tree is located on the west side of Zhuangzi, with its top swaying back and forth in the wind.
No one noticed that there was a strange man in green sitting on the top of the pine tree. If ordinary people saw it, they would never think that it was a human being, and they would even think it was a mysterious person.
The strange man looked at the yard not far away, where the girl was trying to please a little yellow cat with a bath. His breathing, which was originally vague, gradually became heavier.
After pondering for a moment, he took out the jade flute from his waist and started playing.
Then, a clear and soft sound of the flute floated down from the sky above Guiyun Village.
In Guiyun Village, the village owners who were congratulating each other, whether they were drinking or enjoying the girls' in-depth exchanges, when they heard the continuous sound of the flute, their hearts swayed, their blood boiled, and then they began to dance.
Guo Jing in the courtyard frowned and quickly covered the girl's ears. As for Brother Le, he has never seen anyone who can hurt the little yellow cat.
The sight seemed to have no effect on Guo Jing, and the strange flute sound became more urgent.
Guo Jing concentrated his mind to analyze. The sound of the flute was extremely strange. It seemed to be able to arouse the spirits of others, and it could also resonate with the true energy and internal organs in the body. After pondering for a while, he had some new insights.
In the spiritual world, everything is a field, a light, and a wave. If you use this sonic method to attack, you can almost defeat one against a hundred or a thousand against those who are not strong enough.
After a while, he noticed that the face of his step sister in his arms began to turn red. Guo Jing quickly took out two bunches of golden hair from his arms and stuffed them into her ears. He also took out the flute and started playing.
The sound of the flute was continuous and sharp, without any sense of beauty, but it seemed to have a miraculous effect on this sound attack, directly disrupting the opponent's rhythm.
Miao Le looked at the golden hair in the girl's ears and fell into deep thought. He remembered that except when he had a breakthrough, he never shed hair at other times!
The little yellow cat stretched out its tail in front of his eyes and looked at it again and again.
Huang Rong, who was originally confused, felt a cool wind blowing through her mind, and she suddenly became energetic. She opened her eyes, and then she saw the broad back of her sweetheart.
He has been protecting himself!
It seems that the enemy can't take down Guo Jing. The sound of the flute becomes louder and louder, and Guo Jing becomes merciless. Although this method of attacking people with flute sound consumes a lot of internal energy, it is trivial to him.
Since the age of eight, he has practiced Taoism's authentic sect: Quanzhen Dao Song. With the help of Brother Le, he is empowered by the power of heaven and earth at twelve hours a day. His internal strength is growing rapidly all the time.
Coupled with the body refining technique, his physical meridians are also wide and tough, and the internal energy stored in the meridians and acupoints is completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
The weirdo in green sitting cross-legged on the treetop was just trying to teach him a lesson at first, but now he found that he could no longer get off the stage.
The strength of this brat really cannot be underestimated. Of course, what makes him even more angry is that not only did this kid abduct his precious daughter, but now he has learned almost all of his secret skills on Peach Blossom Island.
He suspected that this boy was not a good person, lying to his daughter and cheating on his skills!
However, this kid was too confident and wanted to fight with him with the unfamiliar sound of the flute. Little did he know that in the arena, sound warfare was his strongest area.
Moreover, most of the disputes over the flute were said to be a battle between internal forces. He didn't believe that there was anyone in the world besides Wang Chongyang who could defeat him internally!
Today he will let this liar know what it means to have a heaven beyond the sky!
Suddenly, the sound of the flute became more urgent!
Guo Jing was not to be outdone, and gradually became more proficient in sonic skills during the competition.
"Brother Jing, come on, this bad guy is so ugly, he's not a good guy at first glance!" Huang Rong encouraged from behind.
The old man's face darkened under his leather mask.
This little cotton-padded jacket must be filled with black-hearted cotton!
"Pah, pah, pah~" The powerful sound wave impact even overturned the surrounding tiles and trees.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the man in Tsing Yi felt a little appreciative. She was indeed his daughter, and her vision was good. This young man's internal strength was definitely second to none among the younger generation.
After a quarter of an hour, the man in Tsing Yi was a little suspicious. There seemed to be something wrong with this young man's internal strength. Could it be that he had taken some legendary treasure of heaven and earth?
After another half-quarter of an hour, the man in Tsing Yi felt that he had consumed nearly half of his internal energy, and fell into deep thought, even a little confused.
Has this kid been practicing twelve hours a day since he was born?
After pondering for a while, the man in Tsing Yi remembered that his daughter didn't seem to recognize him. Then if you cheat, it shouldn't lower your image as a god in your daughter's heart, right?
Thinking in his heart, the man in green floated away, like a willow blowing in the wind, and shouted in a strange voice: "The descendant of Huang Laoxie is indeed worthy of his reputation!"
This way no one will recognize me!
"Oh, Brother Jing, you are so powerful! The big bad guy who knew the secret attack was beaten away by you!" Huang Rong was extremely happy, but this time she first put the little yellow cat in her arms on Guo Jing's shoulders, and then hugged her sweetheart tightly. .
The man in Tsing Yi hiding in the dark clenched his fists! Mad!
The little yellow cat also jumped away with a look of disgust on his face. This disgusting dog food smell!
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Late at night, Lu Chengfeng had just finished tending to his son's internal injuries and quickly returned to the bedroom to meditate and adjust his breathing.
When gods fight, mortals suffer. It can be said that all the rookies in the village had a good experience of the king's game today.
He didn't expect that the young couple he met casually by the lake turned out to be the master's proud disciple and daughter. Their musical skills were definitely inherited from their master, and they didn't fall behind at all in the competition with that weirdo today.
What makes him even more strange is, who is that weirdo?
Since leaving Peach Blossom Island, he has become more and more enthusiastic about collecting information, but he has never heard of anyone who can surpass his mentor in musical skills, or even compare to him.
"Fortunately, that person is one step ahead of his junior brother. Humph, you overestimate your capabilities!" Lu Chengfeng muttered.
"Boom~"
Suddenly, the door opened, and a man in black robes appeared in front of him.
"Bah, bang, bang, bang!" Then came a series of severe beatings, and the majestic Lord of Taihu showed no strength to resist.
After fighting for a long time, Lu Chengfeng was already bruised and swollen. He could barely see clearly the man in black robe through his red and swollen eyes. He had a clear figure, handsome appearance, and a graceful and graceful posture, as clear as a god.
It was his mentor who he thought about day and night like a heavenly being.
"Master, stop fighting, I was wrong!" Lu Chengfeng managed to shout.
Huang Yaoshi stopped and stood with his hands behind his back: "Where did you go wrong?"
Lu Chengfeng:......
How did he know where he was wrong? He still doesn't know what's going on. Just now he just said a few words, and the master rushed in and beat him.
Could it be that he was not considerate in entertaining his junior brother and junior sister?
"Master, I will let my junior sister and junior brother live in the best guest rooms later. No, they will stay here with me!" Lu Chengfeng cried.
When Huang Yaoshi heard this, his old face twitched, and he became angry when he heard the news about that kid.
After a long time, after all, he had profound skills and finally suppressed his anger. Seeing the pitiful appearance of his apprentice crying at his feet, his heart suddenly softened and he helped him up.
"It's been hard on you these past years."
Lu Chengfeng cried louder when he heard this.
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Early the next morning, Guo Jing prepared to say goodbye and hurried to Lin'an. Obtaining the Art of War suicide note was the most important thing now.
As soon as he heard that his junior brother was leaving, Lu Chengfeng quickly dragged his sick body out.
The master and apprentice reunited last night, and he was allowed to return to the master's door. He was very happy to receive a technique from his master that could repair leg injuries.
Every time when he talks about his junior sister and junior brother, for some reason, his mentor has a very strange expression on his face, but he doesn't deny it, he just admits it.
He originally wanted to recover from his facial injuries and then entertain his junior sisters and brothers, but he didn't expect that they would leave today.
"Junior Brother, Junior Sister, but Senior Brother didn't entertain you well, why are you in such a hurry to leave? I'm still thinking of taking you to taste my Taihu Three Whites in a few days." Lu Chengfeng said anxiously.
Huang Rong was a little strange when she heard it, and said sharply: "Master Lu, why do you call me junior sister? And what's the matter with the injury on your face?"
Lu Chengfeng forced a smile on his red and swollen face: "My mentor came yesterday and taught me a lesson.
Also, junior sister, let me introduce you again. I am Lu Chengfeng, the fourth eldest disciple of Huang Yaoshi on Taohua Island. You can call me Senior Brother Lu. "
Huang Rong was suddenly pleasantly surprised and her smile was as bright as a flower.
"Ah, did daddy come last night? Then why didn't he come to see me!"
"Perhaps my mentor has something urgent at hand? But my junior sister is under the care of my junior brother. With his martial arts, no one in this world can hurt you." Lu Chengfeng sighed.
He used to think that his martial arts talents were not weak, but when he saw Guo Jing, he realized that he might have lived like a cat for a long time.
When Huang Rong heard this, she was immediately disappointed.
She has been away from home for a long time, and now she feels a little homesick. But her father clearly sees her but doesn't want to see him. Is he still angry with her?
Guo Jing touched his adopted sister's little head: "Rong'er, if you are homesick, just wait until I get the Art of War to give to the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and then I can take you home to see it."
"I just happened to drop by Jiaxing at that time to see if the competition agreed by the masters will continue."
Nowadays, Wanyan Kang's strength is far different from his, and it is unknown whether Kangdi is willing to compete.
When Huang Rong heard this, she immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Jing, you are so kind!"
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Going further south from Taihu Lake is the direction of Lin'an, the capital of Song Dynasty.
In a certain place deep in the jungle, it was very green, and Wanyan Honglie was ambushing here with hundreds of soldiers and several martial arts masters.
According to the intelligence he collected, the envoy sent by the Mongolian Temujin to negotiate peace with the Song Dynasty was about to pass through here, intending to attack the Jin Dynasty together with the Song Dynasty.
As a result, Wanyan Honglie would naturally not allow these envoys to see the Emperor of the Song Dynasty.
Jingkang's shame is still not over! These six words represent the endless humiliation that Dajin brought to the Song Dynasty. Now Zhao Kuo is working hard every day. If he learns that Mongolia is coming to the alliance, he will definitely agree.
What made Wanyan Honglie depressed was that if Song Dynasty officials hadn't informed him, he wouldn't have known that the Mongolian envoy had just passed through the Song-Jin border in such a swagger and was about to see Zhao Kuo.
From this it can be seen that the border defense in Dajin is already rotten to a certain extent.
Fortunately, Song Dynasty is also bad. Several officials came to secretly report to him on such important matters concerning the national destiny.
Only when he fights with such an opponent can he feel at ease.
After a while, a group of more than thirty people riding Mongolian horses gradually came from the jungle. They walked neatly and fast. They were obviously the elite of Temujin's men.
When the team reached the middle, Wanyan Honglie waved his hand, and instantly a hundred arrows were fired.
"There's an ambush!" the visitor shouted, and he quickly reined in his horse and stopped, but then turned around in a moment.
Because everyone had light armor on their bodies, the casualties were very small, so they prepared to rush out from the rear.
Unfortunately, Wanyan Honglie had already expected that dozens of people holding shields would block their path. It would be better if they entered the jungle, where he had laid more traps.
This ambush was deliberate and unintentional, and 300 people fought against 30, so he had the advantage!
Those people stopped immediately when they saw the shield formation, and after a few breaths, they formed a circle around their horses, with the sergeants hiding inside, ready to stand ready.
Wanyan Honglie was overjoyed. Just now he was afraid that a few people would rush out quickly. Now wouldn't he be a turtle in a jar?
It seems that he thinks too highly of this ambassador!
"kill!"
Wanyan Honglie quickly led people to surround him, three hundred to thirty, and in order to ensure safety, he brought several martial arts masters with him.
This battle must be won!
In the encirclement, Zhebie fired his bow and arrows without missing a beat, killing several enemy soldiers at this moment.
"Tourei, why did you stop? We should have let the soldiers break up the shield formation just now. We should rush out with all our strength." Zhebie asked.
Tuo Lei then used his machete to block the incoming bow and arrow: "It's okay. Hua Zheng asked me to bring two white withers over before coming."
Zhebie felt relieved after hearing this.
I don’t know how the princess’s two white withers grew. They have grown bigger and bigger in the past two years. Now he is two feet tall just standing, and his wings are as much as four feet spread out. The key is that he is extremely powerful, and his feathers are so hard that even ordinary swords and guns cannot pierce him.
When he saw a gorgeously dressed leader riding in the distance, Tuo Lei quickly put his finger to his mouth.
"Hugh~" A long whistle echoed between heaven and earth.
Wanyan Honglie was a little curious: "How come this Mongolian still has the habit of whistling when he is about to die?"
Sha Tongtian laughed: "Maybe it's their custom there? But don't tell me, his whistle is really interesting. I will capture him later and I will let him blow it!"
"Hahaha~" The other experts suddenly laughed.
To deal with such an enemy, isn't their method of killing indiscriminately?
This credit is simply for nothing!
Ouyang Ke's face tightened. For some reason, when he heard the whistle just now, he suddenly felt like he was facing a natural enemy, and even the hairs on his body stood up vaguely.
After thinking for a while, I gently pinched the horse's belly with my calves, and unknowingly I fell behind the team.
"Boom~" Suddenly, a strong wind came from the sky.
"careful!"
"How did this flat-haired beast grow so big?" Sha Tongtian asked in shock.
"Pfft~" Ma Qingxiong, the spirit-stealing whip among the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, was flapped by his wings, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Everyone, be careful, this guy seems to be invulnerable, use your inner strength!" Sha Tongtian shouted.
"Master Ouyang, use the snake formation!"
I saw two huge white withers walking back and forth in the team. The originally neat and orderly military formation was torn apart like rags, and there was a wailing.
"Bah~" With a long cry, Bai Tuo flew in front of Sha Tongtian, who screamed the loudest, and aimed a claw at his head. Sha Tongtian hurriedly used his arms to block it.
"Tear~" The two arms were directly torn into pieces.
"ah!"
The screams made everyone tremble.
Ouyang Ke secretly directed the snake formation from behind, but he didn't know that the snakes were as motionless as when they saw Guo Jing.
grass!
Wanyan Honglie was already being guarded by his own soldiers to the end. His face turned pale as he saw that his elite men and the masters he had invited suffered heavy losses in just a few rounds.
What kind of mythical beast is this? Is it true that God is going to destroy his great wealth?
No, keep the green hills and don’t worry about running out of firewood!
Turning around, I found Ouyang Ke standing next to him and quietly retreating.
The two looked at each other, and the situation was a little awkward for a while.
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