Every time you stop and take a breath, the mustard seeds absorb Sumeru.
In just a moment, the end of the world is so close.
In the middle of the night, he suddenly became angry. The opponent was a master of the celestial realm who had been famous for decades. He would never underestimate the enemy. He could only suppress him first and then plan for his future.
Yesan understood the principle of striking first, and in just a blink of an eye, his figure flashed, and he was already two feet away from the bedside and the stove. When he reappeared, his palms were wrapped with wind and clouds, and he hit Haidong directly. Green breast door.
Haidong Qing had never interacted with Ye Sangeng. The two had only heard about each other from other people's mouths. They were very interested in the rumored rising star Haidong who, without tying up his hair, swung down trees with yellow leaves and touched the sky with one palm. Qing also didn't dare to slack off, and he was already very energetic when he just started talking at midnight. Now the attack was coming like the wind, and Hai Dongqing, who had been prepared for a long time, was caught off guard. The sword was sheathed and raised diagonally, so that it could hold the opponent's hands.
One line.
In the middle of the night, the energy in his palms surged, and he turned his palms into claws to hold the scimitar. He retracted and retracted it, and the energy burst out like a turbulent wave, but it still hit the empty door in Haidongqing's chest.
One can imagine the concentration of the half-hundred-year-old man who stayed awake for seven days and nights. Faced with the opponent's sudden change of moves, he did not show any panic. He dropped his scabbard and drew the sword with his backhand to make a killing move. The scimitar dragged the silver light towards Ye San. At the watch gate, a rabbit was also kicking its legs and retreating quickly.
One stop.
After the third watch of the night, the pursuit gained momentum. The two of them were always within an inch of each other. They swept out of the window and exchanged palms for palms in mid-air. Haidongqing suddenly landed on the ground, throwing up a piece of snow on the ground. The figure of the third watch of the night was After a slight pause, the distance between the two of them was widened, but Ye Sangen used a heavy weight to quickly close the distance.
One palm after another, one palm is as fast as the other, and one palm is as hard as the other. The palms are connected like a heavy rain hitting the eaves, like a blacksmith forging a hammer.
Hai Dongqing retreated, using the scimitar to make moves as he saw them, and to hide when he saw the situation. The swords and knives were connected without any confusion.
If he is fast, I will be fast. The strong wind will chase the clouds. If he is fast, I will be fast. Silver chain will pull Ting Ni.
In an instant, the silver light shimmered in the fine snow, like a butterfly dancing over a flower, like a broad sleeve fluttering, and there was a faint tinkling sound when the palms of the swords touched each other.
Six steps and six feet, six exhales and six inhales, six walks and six stops.
In the blink of an eye, the scimitar moved forward and backward with both palms, sliding out a long ditch-like opening in the snow on the road. Snowflakes were flying all around, and the strong wind blew the sky full of silver.
Eight lines, in the middle of the night, a palm mark was placed on the blade of the blade, followed by a backhand like opening a book, carrying the falling snow, the slender fingertips passed across the cold scimitar, falling into Hai Dongqing's eyes as if it was extremely slow but as fast as thunder, Jin Ge burst out with a sudden sound of choking and clanking.
Hai Dongqing didn't know if the young master in front of him, who was already at such a young age, was just attacking blindly but didn't know how to stop. He took the hand of the scimitar in front of his chest to protect the empty door and then retreated, using his strength to use his strength. The shape suddenly retreated, retreating two feet in one breath, bringing with it countless amounts of snow.
Eight pauses, Ye San did not advance but retreated, using the skill of a crane to spread its wings and fly back more than ten feet. In just this move, the distance between the two of them was fully five feet. The momentum around him surged again, as majestic as the ocean waves, and actually stopped the falling snowflakes, creating a vacuum within a radius of four to five feet.
Draw a circle with your hands, holding on to the weak and guarding the weak. The wind blows and the snow moves.
Hai Dongqing was gathering momentum. He seemed to bet that this would be the last resort in the night, and he would use the power of heaven and earth to destroy the boat. After all, how much energy could the scholar-looking young man in front of him contain in his thin body?
The scimitar in his hand is raised high, and the blue sky gate of Haidong is wide open, attracting wind and snow. The blade of the sword is shining brightly, and it splits the Huashan Mountain with one force. It does not defend and counterattacks. The momentum is overwhelming, and the strength also comes out from the curved body. The sword was in full swing, and an invisible sword energy struck Ye San Geng with great force.
There was a change at midnight.
The strange swing under the feet produced an afterimage, which split into two parts, four parts, and eight parts, causing snowflakes to scatter in all directions, making it even more blurry.
The knife fell.
Suddenly, there was an afterimage. Hai Dongqing was approaching in the middle of the night. He raised his right hand and held the scimitar between his two fingers, but he stopped the falling sword like a mountain. The wind and snow suddenly eased.
Nine lines!
How could Haidongqing leave no backup plan?
The sword does not move, as if the scimitar has taken root between the fingers in the middle of the night and does not move at all. Hai Dongqing tightened the hilt of the knife and magically dropped a long dagger. He held it in his left hand and stabbed Ye Sangeng, who was less than a foot away in front of him.
Left-handed knife!
In the middle of the night, he dropped his sword with his right hand and turned sideways with his left hand, holding the palm of his hand and shooting towards Haidong Qingzhong Gate. Hai Dongqing didn't expect it, but he let go and tried to block it with his sword. However, at midnight, the attack was like wind. Halfway through his palm, he felt a strong wind penetrate his body. I wanted to resist the blow, but I never noticed anything strange. When I looked down, I saw that the left palm of the night was only less than a finger width away from my heart, and the force of the palm had already cracked the fur vest.
Hai Dongqing stood stunned on the spot.
Nine stops.
In the middle of the night, he retreated and stopped. .
Hai Dongqing broke into a cold sweat.
Ye Sangen stabilized his body, "With my current state of mind, I can only stop and move with the power of heaven and earth. If it goes on any further, I think it will backfire."
Hai Dongqing smiled in disappointment and said, "But I still have a backup plan."
In the middle of the night, he looked up at Wulibai, who had been hovering above his head and seemed to be using Hai Dongqing as a back-up, and said: "With the force of nine stops and nine moves, killing it is like stepping on an ant."
As he finished speaking, he lowered his left hand and spread it into a palm in the middle of the night. His energy leaked out, blowing away the finger-thick snow on the ground and cracking the bluestone slabs.
It is said that an immortal in the sky can cut off a river with a wave of his palm. If this exercise reaches twenty stops and twenty lines, it will be almost like this.
Hai Dongqing couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and asked, "What kind of Qi is this?"
In the middle of the night, he turned around and ignored the busy people in the surrounding shops who were looking around at the bustle. "I practice domineering, and I will turn to merit later."
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ye Xiayou hurriedly turned his head and took a deep breath when he heard the footsteps of his younger brother.
It had been a long time since she had seen her younger brother fighting with someone like this. She wondered if he was a well-matched opponent. She had such an excellent ear, just hearing the sound of the match in the tea scene just now made her uneasy.
In the past three years, when had the two of them encountered such a situation during their travels around the country? Listening to what the other person meant, they were still at the same level as his younger brother. How could Ye Xie You not be worried?
"How are you?" Ye Xiayou asked urgently, "Are you injured?"
"No." Even so, he still took a few steps to sit on a chair at midnight, closed his eyes and calmed down, looked at his nose with his eyes, his heart with his nose, his heart at his Dantian, listened to his breathing with his ears, and channeled his innate Qi, essence, and spirit. Oneness.
Just now, I said that after reaching ten stops and ten lines, there would be backlash, but Ye San even more forcibly withdrew his strength, causing the energy to return to the Dantian and go backwards. Although the last move was apparently done to Hai Dongqing just to scare the old man Yao Ying, In fact, it is not just to drain out the chaotic energy in the body. Without that palm, I am afraid it would never be as simple as breathing and exhaling.
When he didn't hear his brother's voice again, Ye Xia's heart began to tighten again. He stood up and groped for his brother. The moment his fingers touched him, he felt at ease. He just stood still, listening to his brother's breathing gradually calming down and returning to normal.
"Are you scared?" He had already noticed since his sister came here just now, but the inner Qi movement works best without distractions. He tried to comfort his sister, but he was afraid that it would only be counterproductive and only make her worry more. When his heart was ready, he opened his eyes in the middle of the night and asked.
"What can I be afraid of?" Hearing that his younger brother's tone was no different from usual, Ye Xiayou became arrogant again.
In the middle of the night, he stood up, helped his sister sit down, and said with a smile: "That's just me being sentimental. I thought some people would secretly wipe away their tears like they did when they saw something go wrong in my martial arts training."
Ye Xiayou was embarrassed and annoyed. He punched Ye Sangeng in the stomach and said angrily: "Fuck you!"
Even in the middle of the night, he didn't hide. He took a few blows and then said, "I haven't moved my muscles like this in three years. I suddenly felt overbearing. I'm a little uncomfortable with it."
Ye Sangen said it lightly. Ye Xiayou had lived with him since he was a child and knew his temperament and martial arts training well. She understood from her brother's understatement that he was unfamiliar with him.
Ye Xiayou's expression was a little heavy and thoughtful.
In the middle of the night, I just thought I had offended my sister. I bent down and looked at my sister's worried face, and asked cautiously: "What's wrong?"
Ye Xiayou sighed, "Actually, you don't have to be so at my whim. If you don't like it, let's just leave."
"You do this..." Ye Xiayou raised his hand and touched Ye Sangeng's head, muttering: "It's not worth it."
"It's worth it, why isn't it worth it?" Ye Sangen straightened up, "As long as I make you smile, I can shake Kunlun."
The night is far away and my eyes suddenly burst into tears.
She is two years older than him and has the same mother as her. She has had the responsibility to take care of him since she was sensible.
Apart from his mother, the only person he is willing to find is his sister who is also a child and is only two years older than him.
In my impression at midnight, although my father was the only son of the Ye family, he could have taken over the old man's place in charge of the Ye family. However, my father seemed unwilling to do anything. He spent the whole day holding a wine flask and getting drunk, which did not please the old man.
The most common thing I heard my father say in the middle of the night was: If you marry your mother, it will be enough to do nothing in this life.
For this reason, my father and grandfather often quarreled.
On the contrary, the three aunts and uncle in the family are very good at flattering and flattering, making the eldest son and his family feel like useless in the Ye family. He said he was not from the Ye family, but the whole world knew that the only son of the Ye family was an alcoholic. He said he was from the Ye family, but the old man never cared about their family and took it for granted.
Fortunately, later on, there was a Ye Xiayou who was good at chess, music, calligraphy and painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea, and a late night watcher who was praised by the great national master. The old man finally felt that his alcoholic son had given him some relief.
But the father seemed to feel that the behavior of his two children had nothing to do with him, and he still spent the whole day doing nothing, getting drunk and having fun. Even if his mother scolded him for drinking, in the eyes of his father, it seemed that he was just praising him. He was very happy.
These things made Ye San Geng, who was gradually becoming more sensible, not understand how his mother, who was the world-famous Hundred Flowers Ranking Courtesan at that time, followed this man.
At that time, Ye Xiayou patted Ye Sangeng's head like a little adult and told him: "Because dad loves mom very much."
Although I don't understand these feelings and loves, I also understand a little bit in the middle of the night. The father who seems to be awake all the time is very happy every time he sees his mother. He looks so happy as if he got the stolen clothes from his sister when he was a child. It’s like the candied haws that I ran down the mountain to buy for myself.
Even if his mother scolded him for not living up to his expectations and not doing anything, he would always smile and drink strong drinks without saying a word, just laugh and let his mother scold him, as if his only task was to listen to her scold him.
Later, in the middle of the night, I understood that it is not as simple as love for my parents. My father felt that marrying my mother would make this life worthwhile, while my mother felt that marrying my father would be more important than my father. value.
Until he was sixteen years old in the middle of the night, he had read all the classics in the library, which was coveted by people in the world. When he left the library, he touched the sky and shocked the world. Not long after, his mother was assassinated and died on the spot by a group of enemies who called themselves Nightfall.
At this time, in the middle of the night, I truly understood what kind of relationship my father and mother had.
In the middle of the night, I remember how heavy it rained that day, and what my mother said to me before she died.
"Let's bury the sword in the grave. Each generation of sword masters knows the sword itself."
"The sword first recognizes the swordsman, and then the sword recognizes the master."
"You have to remember that it is the sword master's destiny to bear the sword."
"If mother is gone, you siblings must take care of each other and not be vindictive."
He just held his mother and cried, and his sister held him and cried.
The mother seemed to be able to calculate how many breaths she could take, and the last few words she said were to the drunken man.
"Don't forget what you promised me back then, not to let anyone bully their siblings."
"From now on, no one will scold you every day, so you can be considered at peace."
"Master, I'm at peace now. I don't have to smell your alcoholic smell every day."
After that, my mother didn't even have time to hold the hands of Ye Sangeng and Ye Xiayou, and they passed away halfway through lifting them.
The man didn't know if he was crying, so he stood in the courtyard in front of the corpses in the rain, letting the rain wash away the blood stains on his body, and raised his hand to take a sip of wine.
The man said, "I also promised you that as long as you feel comfortable, I can shake Kunlun."
Then he went out in the rain and disappeared without a trace.
Three days later, my mother died, and my father came home with a head of white hair. He carried 18 heads along the way and covered his mother's grave with blood stains.
"You said I am uneducated and have no skills. Look, I can kill people."
"It is a blessing for me, Ye Hongtu, to be able to kill people for you in this life."
Sitting in front of the tomb for a long time, he couldn't help but engraved four large characters on the stele with his fingers.
Kunlun has been shaken.
In the middle of the night, I really didn’t know how painful a person must be to behave like this.
Several miles away in the capital, one could hear the sound of wailing in the winding mountains that lasted for several days.
Ye San didn't even recognize the eighteen heads his father brought back. Later he learned from others that they belonged to the old man's enemy.
Not long ago, there was a rumor in the world that the leader of Jiangnan martial arts, known as "Northern Night and South White", who had been fighting against the Ye family for more than ten years, 18 heads of the Bai family were missing.
Outside the inn, Hai Dongqing, who was sitting in a foggy white frame, looked up at the room on the second floor. The soap jade sign in his hand was broken into several pieces.
When you raise your hand, you can shake Kunlun, and when you raise your hand, you can frighten ghosts and gods.
