Hearing his shouting, the slovenly Taoist priests and monks all turned around to look at him while running away.
The sloppy Taoist showed a dumbfounded expression and said in shock: "This beautiful young man can actually catch up with the Taoist, what the hell, what the hell!"
The monk scolded: "You stinky Taoist priest, don't talk nonsense, this is not a young master, this is clearly a female Bodhisattva!"
"What's the difference between a female Bodhisattva and a pretty young man? Of course, of course, the female Bodhisattva's fine is more severe!"
The monk turned his pocket inside out and let the wind blow him. He laughed and said, "Let her be as cruel as she is. The poor monk has nothing in his hands - the poor monk has no money!"
"Don't have money? Then use your cassock to pay for it!"
Ye Wumian listened to the conversation between the two, and tried hard to keep his energy stable and his steps healthy. He said in a dumbfounded voice, "Masters, don't panic. I'm not here to fine you."
The sloppy Taoist said angrily: "If you don't pay a fine, what are you chasing after?"
Even after hearing that there would be no fine, his pace did not slow down at all and he still rushed forward.
The monk did not stop and continued to walk wildly, taunting the Taoist: "Since you heard the female Bodhisattva say that there will be no fines, why are you running away? Are you afraid of the poor monk?"
The sloppy Taoist replied: "Monk, don't be so arrogant! Ahead is the Miluo River. Although the river is not very wide, in most places, the distance between the two banks is more than half a mile, and the river is very deep. If you have the ability, Just use Qinggong to cross the river and have a showdown with the Taoist Master. Then we will see if I am afraid of you, a bald donkey!"
Even without saying this, Ye Wumian hadn't noticed that the sound of running water could be heard gradually in his ears, mixed with gusts of cold wind.
The wind is strong here, even more so than on the way ahead. Unless there are big rivers, such strong winds would not occur.
Sure enough, looking around, under the moonlight, a river is like a jade belt, extending from east to west, dividing the land into north and south.
The river is not very wide, but the mountains and rivers on the north and south banks are slightly different. As the saying goes, "Life has many divergent roads from north to south." Before you see this river, you don't know what it means; when you see this river, your doubts will disappear.
The monk also discovered the river and was surprised: "Miluo River? But the Miluo River where Qu Yuan, the Chu doctor, died for his country?"
The sloppy Taoist chuckled and said, "Of course! Don't throw yourself into the river just because you can't fly! Quzi threw himself into the river, and the people commemorated it with dragon boats, which scared the fish in the river and dared not eat them. If you, a bald donkey, throw yourself into the river, you will be poor." Daopian also wants to buy some piranhas with sharp teeth and mouths and put them in the river!"
As he spoke, the sloppy Taoist made a secret with his left hand, and took out a piece of talisman paper from nowhere with his right hand. He muttered aloud, and the talisman paper actually started to burn in the cold wind.
After all the burning, the sloppy Taoist had arrived at the riverside. His already fast figure accelerated again, stepping on the surging river water. A series of "crackling" splashes sounded, and he rushed across the river like a strong wind.
Only the wild "haha" laughter was left, scattered into the wind.
Ye Wumian was shocked: This is the first time I have seen such a method since I came out of the world. Could it be a magical method?
Then he calmed down and thought to himself: "It must not be an immortal method, it is still just martial arts. This sloppy Taoist must be putting on airs and deliberately pulling off a stunt to scare away the monk and me."
Unexpectedly, the monk was not afraid at all. After hearing the words of the "piranha", he became very angry and cursed: "You are a Taoist, you think that you can scare away poverty by using some trickery in the world." Monk? If you can cross the Miluo River, so can a poor monk! I will teach you the methods of my Buddhist disciples!"
While he was talking, Ye Wumian had already chased him, and the two of them were on the shore, each holding his own.
Ye Wumian was about to talk to him when he saw the monk shouting: "Eight winds can't blow it, just a fart coming across the river!"
As soon as these words were spoken, an even more fierce gust of wind roared.
The monk was so full of energy that he stood up again just as he had stopped. The soles of his feet were slipping on the river surface, just like stones floating in the water. He cut the water surface with a "di-li-di-li" sound and moved with the wind.
He even made a curve in the center of the river before chasing after the man.
Ye Wumian was dumbfounded.
The wind is strong by the water, and the moonlight shines clear on the river bank. He could vaguely see that the monks and Taoists, each using light skills, arrived at the bank of the river safely.
But they didn't stay on the opposite side to compete as the two said.
You are still chasing after me, running wildly and wildly. After a while, they disappeared at the end of the sleepless night's eyesight and were no longer visible.
Sleepless at night, I stopped by the river, looking at the surging water. How could I dare to move forward?
This time his Qinggong level has greatly improved, and he can fly more than thirty feet in one breath; but this section of the Miluo River is nearly a hundred feet wide according to visual inspection. If you want to cross this river, you need to go every thirty feet in the center of the river. , each place a borrowing stone pier, no more, no less, there must be three, and borrowing power from him in three times, it is possible to jump across the river and reach the other side of the river.
Otherwise, he would have no choice but to fall into the river when he couldn't lift it up in one breath, and enjoy the cold river water in the Xiaohan season!
He looked at the river and sighed, and reluctantly gave up his plan to catch up and talk to the two about mysteries and martial arts.
The moon gradually passed through the zenith, slowly moved down, and hung diagonally on the treetops. I thought it was around the time of the ugly moon.
He stopped under a cypress tree by the river, feeling the cold wind blowing and the unpredictability of winter. There is a river of clear water at your feet, flowing slowly from east to west.
Su Dongpo said: "The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west, so don't let your gray hair sing like a yellow chicken."
The Miluo River flows into the Xiangjiang River from east to west and is a tributary of the Xiangjiang River. The Xiangjiang River flows from south to north and merges into the Great River, which finally flows eastward. This is what the so-called "going eastward" means.
The river is cold, the moon shadow is blowing in the wind, and a jade hook sinks into the water. During the sleepless night, I sometimes looked up at the moon, sometimes looked down at the water, my consciousness was clear, but I couldn't help but be filled with doubts.
He recalled every detail of today and thought carefully: What is the level of martial arts cultivation of this monk?
Judging from the fight between the two in the Lushan Winery, apart from the simple and natural moves, there is nothing special about their internal strength. At most, they are masters of the general smooth realm.
But then, the light skills used by the monks and Taoists when they rushed out of the wine shop were beyond the capabilities of ordinary Shuntong masters; in the realm of Shuntong, they should be the pinnacle.
When they realized they were being overtaken by Ye Wumian, the two of them increased their speed for the first time. Their speed had already surpassed that of Shuntong by a large margin, which was considered to be the level of Qinggong upstream of Nitong.
Facing the obstruction of the Miluo River, the two speeded up again and crossed the deep chasm, leaving Ye Wumian, who had made a breakthrough in Qinggong, far behind.
Such a level of Qinggong is no longer available in Nitong realm.
"Could it be the third realm, the Qinsui realm?"
He was a little unsure.
After all, he had only seen Yue Buqi, a strong man in the Qinsui realm, and he was not able to see him display his Qinggong to his fullest in the cramped and cramped Zhemei Inn.
There is no relevant concept in my mind.
"Internal strength seems to be the first level, but light strength is the third level. This is impossible. You should know that among all martial arts, practicing qi and internal strength comes first. Without internal strength, light strength will be like the moon in the water and flowers in the mirror. .”
