The bamboo sword in Ye Wumian's hand was whittled by him. He planned to use it for hunting tomorrow. By coincidence, it came in handy in advance, just in time for emergency.
This bamboo sword is no more than four feet long and no more than three inches wide. It has neither the edge of iron nor the weight of copper. It looks useless.
But over the years, Ye Wumian has become most fond of bamboo swords.
Bamboo swords are easy to make and have high toughness. From bamboo to sword, I learned that swordsmanship is not about powerful slashing and blocking, but about winning with skill, using shortcomings to overcome strong points, and using weak points to defeat strong ones, which is suitable for a small body like his.
In addition, bamboo grows widely and can be used everywhere, so there is no need to devote energy to keeping it. Ye Wumian loves bamboo swords, so much so that when he sees bamboo, he can't help but make one.
At this moment, he lifted the bamboo sword, which was more than three feet long, and his skirt flew up, showing a dashing and heroic posture. Dressed in skirts and hairpins, his aura is better than that of a masculine man.
His clear whistle attracted the leopard's attention.
The leopard head looked back and saw a human being, flying down in the sky and heading towards it.
The black pupils shrank suddenly, knowing that danger was approaching, he swept his tail sharply to protect his anus, kicked his hind legs hard, and moved several positions away from him, and stopped chasing the red-bearded old horse for the time being.
"The reaction speed is amazing." Ye Wumian landed and stood up.
One person, one horse, and one leopard, in a triangular posture.
He held a sword flower in the air, and the sound of the sword made the leopard's ears twitch.
"I'm sorry that you are also a creature in Meishan. It is not easy to grow to such a huge size. If you let me go and leave quickly, I won't kill you."
Ye Wumian held the bamboo sword upside down and looked at the leopard and said.
He spoke like this, as if the leopard could understand it, and he was discussing with it, with a particularly serious expression on his face, giving him a choice of "it's up to you."
There was a trace of hesitation in the leopard's blood-red eyes, and he turned to look at the old horse that hadn't gotten up for a long time. If it hadn't been for this hateful human, it would have been enjoying a feast of horse meat at this moment.
Just as it eased slightly, a violent aura rose from the leopard's body.
As the top predator in this forest, only tigers and groups of strong men can make it give up the food on its lips. As for a little guy like Ye Wumian who dares to provoke, it is simply asking for death.
It's going to tear this human being apart!
"Roar!" roared, and all the beasts trembled.
Before it was ready to move out, Ye Wumian already knew that this evil beast would not give up easily, so he could only strike first.
He turned his wrist, and the bamboo sword was filled with internal energy. Although this internal force is not very powerful, it is also pure and correct. It is the internal force of the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" that he learned from the lay disciples of Shaolin Temple when he was young.
Over the past seven or eight years, the internal energy of the Heart Sutra has nourished his meridians and body day and night. Now it is upright, peaceful and pure, with two or three points of the artistic conception of "not dirty and not pure" mentioned in the "Heart Sutra".
In the forest, I could hear the sudden sound of wind, blowing the countless branches and leaves, and one person with a sword in the sleepless night, like a swimming dragon, with a wonderful posture.
When the sword moves, people move, and when the sword is fast, people are also fast. Although the sword and people are not one, they are harmonious and connected, but there is nothing out of the ordinary.
I heard Ye Wumian chant loudly, "The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen!"
These two sentences are poems by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, and they are also two famous sword moves of this great poet. Hundreds of years later, the bloody brilliance bloomed again.
After reciting the poem, the wind subsided, and Ye Wumian's figure also froze, already dozens of steps away from where he was just now.
The bamboo sword drank blood, dripping to the ground drop by drop. There were even a few thin lines of blood that suddenly spurted out from the leopard's neck after Ye Wumian stopped. Scattered in the air and broken on the ground, like falling flowers. It can be said that "you know how many flowers have fallen!"
The leopard barely struggled. The light in the leopard's eyes instantly disappeared, and it immediately fell over and died.
Ye Wumian's hand trembled slightly, and even the blood on the bamboo sword trembled until it became blurry.
Killing the leopard with one sword in a matter of seconds seemed easy and simple, but for him, it was actually a great test.
Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" swordsmanship only has four moves. The last two moves, "The Sound of Wind and Rain at Night" and "How Many Flowers Fall", can be regarded as the prototype of superior martial arts. Fast and ruthless, they were the best among the martial arts secrets given to him by Luo Fanxi.
However, it generally requires the first two moves, "Spring Sleep without Feeling the Dawn" and "Hearing Birds Everywhere" as preparations, in order to exert the greatest power in the light of swords and shadows.
It would be fine if he was defeated by the enemy. The leopard opposite had astonishing speed and strength, and I was afraid that Ye WuMian would catch a few pieces of meat before Ye WuMian's preparations were in place.
He suddenly thought and used the last two moves. Most of his internal energy was drained away, and his physical strength was almost exhausted. Finally, he got this amazing blow, and the effect did not disappoint him. He sealed his throat with a sword.
He struggled to support his body, took out half a piece of cake from his arms, and took two hurried bites.
At this time, Luo Xiangzhu shouted loudly from the tree: "Amian, pay attention, someone is coming behind you!"
Ye Wumian's body trembled, and he loosened his hand slightly, then tightened it a little more. After fighting the leopard, he met a bad guy again. His mind was running rapidly, thinking about what tricks he should use to defeat the enemy. All the martial arts he had learned in his life flashed before his eyes one by one.
In terms of internal energy, he still focused on the "Heart Sutra". Although Luo Fanxi found a lot of internal energy for him, they were either incomplete or not as peaceful as the "Heart Sutra", and almost all of them were shelved by Ye Wumian.
In terms of external skills, he has three unique skills that can put him at the bottom of the box. Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" swordsmanship is one of them. In Su Dongpo's "Ti Xilinbi" swordsmanship, he used the move of "looking horizontally into a ridge and into a peak on the side", and practiced it to the point where the opponent is unpredictable. It is one of the best swordsmanship in the world. two. As for Du Fu's "Wang Yue" sword technique, although he has not yet mastered the two moves of "Being at the top of the mountain" and "Seeing all the mountains at a glance", the power that can be exerted by the first six moves is already good, and it is overwhelming. The third number on the bottom of the box is also his biggest trump card.
As for other external skills, their power is average. He doesn't even have a single light skill that he can use.
The light kung fu that he currently uses in conjunction with his sword moves is the moves of the sparrows in "Zhuangzi Xiaoyaoyou" such as "rising and flying", "grabbing the elm and stopping", etc. They are simple and easy to learn but not very clever. The previous time he caught the rabbit, it was very difficult.
He made up his mind, waiting for the villain to come forward, and then directly greeted him with the move of "Looking across the road makes him look like a ridge, and making a side look like a peak".
This move consumes little internal energy but is very confusing. It can blind the opponent's eyes, and he just takes the opportunity to turn around and subdue the enemy who is attacking from behind. It is very suitable for use at this time.
As his whole body tensed up, he heard Luo Xiangzhu shout again: "Amian, don't be afraid! They are not bad people!"
Ye Wumian's ears twitched. Accompanied by the sound of airflow in the woods, he could not hear any murderous intent. Then he relaxed a little, and the killing move of "Looking horizontally becomes a ridge and the side becomes a peak" was also pressed down by him.
There were four people behind him, holding hoes and poles. There was even one person carrying a steel scale, lying in front of him, as if to defend himself.
When he turned around, he saw his soft face, which was covered in self-inflicted wounds. He didn't dare to look at him, so he quickly threw these guys to the ground, feeling at a loss what to do.
The leader, who was the oldest and looked the most prestigious, saw the other three stunned on the spot, so he had no choice but to step forward, clasped his fists in fear, and said with a jerky posture:
"This girl... aunt... the heroine is so lucky! Actually, unexpectedly, she was able to kill this beast with one sword! She saved the horses of our caravan."
When he said this, his throat moved, and he took two steps back slightly, looking at the bamboo sword in Ye Wumian's hand with lingering fear, fearing that it would stab his throat.
Ye Wuxian looked at these four people one by one. I saw that they were wearing tattered linen clothes, and their faces were stained with dust and black and yellow. They must have been traveling day and night and had no time to wash their faces. The speaker was the oldest, about fifty years old, and the wrinkles had spread across his forehead, twisting into a Sichuan shape.
"The horses from your caravan?" Ye Wumian frowned. Looking at the clothes, tone and demeanor of these people, they were indeed the same as the caravan in their impressions, and they didn't seem to be fake.
Immediately, he pointed at the old red-bearded horse that was lying on the ground, and said, "You mean, this horse belongs to you."
He tried his best and spent 60 to 70% of his internal strength to save a horse from the leopard. Before the rescue, no one came to help him. After the rescue, someone jumped out to claim it.
Although he was not angry, his tone was quite cold, which made the leader of the caravan break out in cold sweat. He instantly understood the reason for his cold tone and hurriedly followed suit.
The leader of the caravan quickly hunched over and said loudly: "Woman, this horse does indeed belong to this caravan. But just now, we encountered this leopard attack, and it ran away from the crowd. We no longer regarded it as a horse from the caravan. Now Just leave if you happen to be attacked by a female hero, then this old horse will be yours."
After saying that, Sansan laughed. The other three companions looked dull. They had accumulated some experience in the caravan business life for many years, and they all said it with a smile.
They have seen a lot of knights in the world, and most of them are masters who will draw their swords when they disagree with each other. Especially the female knights, who don't know how to reason with others, how can they dare to provoke them too much!
Just go down the slope and take a step back to open up the world. The left and right horses are nothing more than an old horse that has little value anymore. They can be parted with even if they grit their teeth.
Ye Wumian remained silent, but her hands were not idle. She took out a few pieces of broken silver from her arms, about two ounces in weight, and threw them into the hands of the leader of the caravan, saying: "I can't steal people's property." Come out. Carry these two taels of silver and the leopard away, and do with the leopard skin and leopard meat as you wish. It will be regarded as the money you paid to buy this old horse."
The young and strong horses in Huguang are very valuable and can be sold for thirty taels of silver. Considering that this red-bearded old horse is old, it can only be sold for fifteen taels of silver at a discount of 50%.
A well-preserved leopard skin on the market can be sold for ten to twenty taels of silver, depending on the quality. Ye Wumian also took out two taels of cash, as well as at least three hundred kilograms of leopard meat that had been killed. The combined value could buy a good adult horse.
The leader of the caravan accepted the money and laughed awkwardly. He thought that Ye Wumian would use force to take over the horse, but now he realized that he had the heart of a villain and tried to conquer the heart of a gentleman. He hurriedly raised his hands and said respectfully: "The heroine is so righteous, we, the Dongshi Caravan, have thanked you!"
Ye Wumian ignored him. He looked at Luo Xiangzhu sitting on the branch and smiled at her. Luo Xiangzhu curled his lips and said nothing, still holding the trunk tightly with his hands. Wu Mian had just killed the leopard instantly. Although the time was short, she was still sweating.
For her, who has lived in a deep house for a long time, the leopard is too far away. Once she sees it, the visual impact is very strong.
Seeing that she was in good condition, Ye Wumian felt relieved. He stepped forward, grabbed the reins of the old red-bearded horse, and lifted it from the ground amid the horse's roar.
The red-bearded old horse exchanged crows, lowered his head gently, and rubbed Ye Wumian's neck, making him feel warm, wet and itchy.
The leader of the caravan asked the other three to deal with the leopard carcass. He looked at Ye Wumian and said with a smile: "Xia Xia, this old horse is destined to you! It is showing its goodwill to you!"
