On that day, when he was surrounded by enemies, a pot of strong wine made his blood boil, and he wrote this poem.
At this moment and here, feeling melancholy, this poem fell into my heart again. I chanted it casually in the night, and suddenly I felt that my original mind was clear and clear, which was similar to the state of enlightenment in the past.
"Tsk!"
The pine-patterned sword flew out, and Ye Wumian opened the back door. He turned back to pick up the sword, jumped out of the kitchen, and threw himself into the snow, dancing around and kicking up snow.
Blessed to the soul, a brand new sword move is a gift from God, an accidental negotiation of chance, and he can use it freely wherever he wants.
Where the sword rises, the wind moves the heart, and the heaven and earth move with it; where the sword falls, the snow melts and the heart melts, and countless worries melt away.
Although there is a mood of loneliness, resentment and sadness, all of them are lowered with this poem, but after finally chanting it back, it feels free and easy as if it were with an old friend.
"Whoosh, whoosh~"
The sword was returned to its sheath, and the new move was beginning to be completed. There was a smile on Ye Wumian's face, glowing red, and it was no longer the same look as before.
After about two breaths, an old wrinkled tree next to me, about the thickness of a bowl, made several "clicking, scratching" sounds intensively, and was broken into seven or eight pieces; the open dead branches were covered with snowflakes on the top. I don’t even know how many pieces it is divided into.
At that time, it was like a mountain collapsing. It suddenly collapsed behind Ye Wumian, causing thousands of snowflakes and debris to appear. After all, it was so vast and hard to see.
"It's done!"
I can't hide my joy, I can't hide my pride, I feel excited all night long.
This is the first time he has created a move of his own, and it is so powerful that it is really unexpected.
Generally, those who cultivate smoothly can gain something, write poems, and create their own moves based on them.
If what he gains is truly from his heart, his self-created path will often lead him to success, which is more powerful than the sword moves he has learned from popular poems.
Although the famous poems of the ages are good, they are still the opinions of others; no matter how bad my heart is, they are connected with my style and tune, so I can use my fingers like an arm.
This heartfelt poem by Sleepless Night, no matter how good it is, at least the grammar is smooth, and it is the central voice of a desperate situation. When I recited it at the time, it had an aura of resentment and a rather rough and heroic atmosphere, and its price skyrocketed.
Therefore, the power of this move is actually slightly higher than when he used "Huidang Ling Jueding" himself, and it is currently his most convenient trump card.
"The beauty of this move is that it can use hatred to drive internal energy, trigger the sword energy, and deliver it to the enemy, contaminating the enemy, disturbing his heart, and causing chaos."
So after one move, the old tree took a while before it was reduced to ashes, because it was contaminated by this hatred.
Hatred arises from the heart. The old tree had no intention, but it was also filled with hatred, and its trunk was disabled.
If you meet someone who is interested, the power of this move may even be more than that!
In the future, when fighting against fierce and violent people, you can use this trick to stimulate their resentment, and the effect will be extraordinary.
"Gululu~"
The sound of boiling water in the kitchen interrupted his thoughts. The pot of snow water boiling on the stove had already reached the boiling point and was rolling and making a loud noise.
Sleepless night, I drew fuel from the bottom of the cauldron, extinguished the fire, shoveled some clean snow from outside, put it into the pot, and cooled it down a bit.
When the water temperature is suitable for your upper body, you tear off a piece of your clothes, dip it in the water, hold the handle of the hot iron pot, and go out with a pot of water, ready to take a bath.
The tattered clothes were taken off, and the slender body stood in the cold wind.
On the arms, there are strips of muscles, like several small dragons entwined; on the thighs, there are powerful muscles, comparable to the roots of a big tree.
The waist and abdomen are like a bumblebee, and the agility is incomparable; the whole body is free of burdens, and the flat six-pack abs are revealed.
Nightless, he braved the wind and snow, took a quick shower, and put on the clean clothes in his bag.
The upper body of an usher's t-shirt looked as if someone had tailored it for him. It was neither too big nor too small, just right.
After washing and dressing up, the original image of a charming maid was replaced by an elegant and graceful scribe with poetry and calligraphy, a handsome and charming scholar.
His facial lines are soft, his facial features are three-dimensional, his eyebrows are slender, his eyes are as bright as the moon, and his lips are as small as cherry blossoms. He smiles without showing his teeth. He is always shy and affectionate. Dressed up, ordinary people would think that he was a woman disguised as a man, who died with a hairpin.
If something goes wrong later, it will be someone else's problem. It has nothing to do with cheating, it's just because Wu Mian is as handsome as an immortal.
Since there is no mirror in the kitchen, I can't appreciate my face even during sleepless nights.
Just then, a wave of sleepiness came over him. The fatigue of traveling during the day invaded the top of his head. He sat down next to the stove, feeling the warmth coming from the stove that had just been extinguished. He leaned against the wall and put on his clothes. Wrapped up tightly, he fell into a deep sleep.
When I was young, I always slept less, which is why I was called "sleepless at night". As I got older, I became more and more obsessed with sleeping, which is not a bad thing!
I don’t know how long I have been sleeping, but outside the temple, the horses’ hooves are cluttered, the bells are ringing, and the sound of people’s voices is shocking the long silence in the night sky.
I woke up from a sleepless night and was stunned for two or three breaths. Suddenly I remembered that I was sleeping alone in an outdoor temple in a deserted village.
There is no one around here, and there are few footprints. How did the movements of people and horses outside the house come about?
It's dark. It's just dark outside.
What time is it now? How can we know because there is no watchman in the wilderness and there is no water leaking in the house.
He had not slept enough at night, and when he was woken up suddenly, his head hurt. However, at this time, his safety was unknown, so he had to ignore the heavy headache and concentrate on paying attention to the movements outside.
However, I heard the sound of horse hooves getting closer, and then slowly became quieter. It was obviously a group of horses pacing in place, with only a few snorting sounds occasionally.
One person suddenly said: "Here, there is a temple belonging to Mr. Guan. Brothers and sisters, I just want to rest here for one night. It's not too late to go back tomorrow!"
After the man finished speaking, seven or eight people began to talk in confusion, mostly complaining about the hard journey, the difficulty of traveling on the mountain road, and the difficulty of completing the task.
"Junior Brother Ma, Junior Sister Lian, you two go open the door first and check to see if there is anyone hiding in the house. If there is someone who is waiting for you, kill him to avoid discovering our good deeds and causing trouble for our apprentices! "
Sleepless at night, the cat hunched over, looking through a wooden window covered with layers of white cloth, watching the light and shadow flickering outside.
Apparently someone approached the gate of Guanwang Temple with a torch.
His heart condensed, and his headache went away, just because the man mentioned the matter of entering the house and killing people, it was as common as eating and drinking. It seems that this is a group of powerful people who span the world, and they are not good people. He has to be wary of this.
Ye Wumian held the Songwen Sword tightly, wrapped the baggage around his chest and back, crouched down, and quietly stepped back so as not to cast a shadow on the wooden window.
While the group was still trying to figure out how to open the temple door, Ye Wumian opened the back door of the kitchen with the help of the noise, quietly retreated out, closed the door again, used Qing Kung Fu, and climbed onto the roof of the temple.
The snow had stopped at this time, and the snow on the top of the temple was very thick. If he hadn't been as light as a swallow, he would have been in danger of slipping and falling if he stepped on it so suddenly.
He found a position and shoveled the snow away.
This location was chosen very well. After removing a few tiles and looking down, you can just see the scene in the main hall of the temple.
I heard the two people outside the temple trying to open the door cry out in pain: "Brother Mi, this door is probably blocked by someone inside and cannot be opened easily!"
