By Taihu Lake.
The waves are vast.
Wanyan Honglie stood on the hillside, with dense military formations underneath.
A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and asked, "Is Mr. Ouyang here? I'm just waiting for him."
"Replying to the prince, Mr. Ouyang's whereabouts are uncertain, and we don't know the specific situation.
However, before he left, he made an appointment with me at a time to take action in the early morning, when the sky was bright. "
"Okay, very good. If Lu Guanying can be the best assassin in the world, even if he is defeated, he can still be proud of it."
"On the frontal battlefield, please take care of me, Mr. Qiu."
"That's natural." Qiu Qianren no longer had the embarrassment of being defeated and fleeing that day.
At this time, he was calm and calm, his hair and beard were combed meticulously, standing on the hillside, side by side with Wanyan Honglie, he was even more powerful, and his short stature gave people a sense of stability.
"I have eight thousand elite gang members, all of them are good soldiers. They were all killed in the land of Sanxiang. I don't know how much stronger they are than ordinary soldiers.
If they were to fight in the plains and the big horses fought with each other, they might get into chaos, but there would be no problem at all when fighting against the rabble like those in Taihu. "
"Daganluo, you command three thousand cavalry, and when you see the opportunity, charge into the formation at any time. Don't pay attention to the commander's tent here, and don't worry about the Southern Dynasty army coming to rescue. They don't react so quickly, and they won't rescue a group of water bandits."
"yes."
A majestic man, wearing a horn helmet and chainmail armor, danced the mace in his hand and solemnly accepted the promise.
Wanyan Honglie put on a smile after explaining the military formation.
"High Priest, Mr. Lao is still taking care of Xiao Wang here. I think Lu Guanying has a heroic character and loves his subordinates.
Generally speaking, this kind of character will especially like to take risks and make waves.
If he sees a frontal attack on the battlefield and his subordinates are too damaged, he will definitely carry out a beheading operation and come to attack Xiao Wang's camp based on his martial arts skills..."
"Don't worry, Your Highness King Zhao. As long as that southern boy dares to get close, he will be unable to come or go. However, there is no need to worry about the safety of the prince."
"Then I'll thank the high priest first. My ancestors, the little king will thank you profusely afterwards to express his gratitude for his love and care."
"As long as you know."
A strange smile appeared on the high priest's painted face.
From time to time, scorpions, centipedes, and spiders would crawl out of the neck and collar... which made people feel chilly.
Even the three eight-leaf baturus, who were standing in Zigzag shape not far from him and covered with dense patterns on their bodies, did not dare to get too close.
My muscles were tense all the time, for fear of provoking something bad.
…
"Rong'er, these are the martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual. Even if you don't like them, you still have to learn them.
I believe that with your intelligence, it is not difficult to learn these. "
Yang Lin discovered that ever since she told Huang Rong that the innate realm would allow her to remain beautiful, increase her longevity, and live for more than thirty years, she had burst out with indescribable enthusiasm for training.
Thinking about it, in the past, she only practiced under Huang Yaoshi's supervision without any purpose.
The reason why it was not efficient was because at that time, she just regarded it as a way to kill time.
At that time, others asked me to practice, and I couldn’t do it without practicing.
But now, I have to practice it myself, you can’t do it if you don’t let me practice.
After she learned Quanzhen Neigong, she has been working non-stop these days.
Seeing the improvement of his skills day by day, compared with the previous attitude of three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, he is completely like two people.
In addition to Quanzhen Internal Skills, Huang Rong is also very enthusiastic about the essence practice of Killing Kwon Do.
It takes one day to get started, three days to become proficient, and within five days, you can practice well.
After passing the foundation level in one step, he immediately started to forge his bones with all his strength.
Therefore, as long as people with a foundation in martial arts find ways to practice other martial arts, they can immediately turn them into results.
Just like Hong Qigong, after knowing the method of fusion, he was not willing to delay for a moment.
Because, he is sure to achieve some results soon.
Huang Rong is like this now.
This girl's mouth is very sweet, and she is just talking. She wants to practice to a high level, and grow old together with Yang Lin in the future. No, the two of them will live together for a long time.
But when Yang Lin looked at it, he felt that she actually looked forward to still being as young as a little girl when she was ninety to one hundred years old.
This is a very challenging thing.
…
Practicing martial arts relieves the mood.
So much so that Huang Rong felt extremely strange and worried when she first came to Guiyun Village.
It has also been diluted a lot.
Thinking of Huang Rong's reaction when he first arrived, Yang Lin wanted to laugh out loud.
She obviously recognized the identity of Lu Chengfeng, the cheap father.
Because of the formation, because of the name, and because of the Iron Bagua of the Peach Blossom Island line at the door.
Of course, the most important thing was to see Lu Chengfeng's broken legs.
At this time, Huang Rong also understood what Hong Qigong meant when he left.
"Big man, go ahead and do your work. I will study the Heart-Destroying Palm and the Nine-Yin Divine Claw later. I found that it is very interesting to use these two skills in conjunction with the Plum Blossom Step.
By the way, if those uncles and masters want to practice, just pass it on to them directly. When dad blames it, just say it was me who passed it on.
If he doesn't comply, I will, I will die in front of him..."
When Huang Rong said this, she felt it was unreasonable and laughed.
Yang Lin blinked his eyes, silently mourning for Huang Yaoshi in his heart, and walked out of the room with a smile.
When they arrived at the left courtyard, they saw five men and one woman. Several middle-aged Taoist priests were sitting in the courtyard with serious expressions, each doing their own exercises. There was a sense of solemnity in the air.
"I expected that Ouyang Feng would definitely come to attack the village. This is the best time to take action...
Several masters and uncles, Rong'er has already mastered the fluctuating position of the Tiangang Beidou Formation.
Although her cultivation level is slightly weaker, with her body skills and exquisite moves, she can somewhat replace Master Tan. "
Speaking of Tan Chuduan, everyone looked sad.
In other words, when Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and Wang Chuyi received the news of Tan Chuduan's death, it was like a blow to the head, and they almost couldn't recover.
So, he hurried back to the Quanzhen Sect and hurriedly dealt with the funeral affairs of Tan Chuduan and several third-generation disciples.
A few old Taoist priests felt that we couldn't just forget about it.
They decided to go down the mountain to seek revenge.
If we don't get it back this time, the Quanzhen Sect will basically be a stinker on the streets, and they won't be able to accept any disciples in the future.
As soon as they came down the mountain, they met the Taihu spies sent by Yang Lin and asked them to go to Taihu Guiyun Village to prepare to surround Ouyang Feng and take revenge.
So, several people came over.
The cultivation level of a few of them can be said to be high or low, but if the Tiangang Beidou Formation is added, it will be different and they can compete with the best in the world.
No matter what, we can maintain a stalemate for a short period of time.
Of course, without Tan Chuduan, it would be really difficult to find someone who is familiar with this formation and has strong martial arts skills.
But isn’t Yang Lin here?
He had anticipated this early and passed the Tiangang Beidou training methods and formation methods to Huang Rong in advance.
He also taught Quanzhen internal skills and basic swordsmanship...
It's a temporary replacement, no problem at all.
Huang Rong's own strength is much stronger than Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing, and her combat power is slightly stronger than Li Mochou at this time, with a full 70 points of combat power.
Compared with the current Sun Buer's 85 points of combat power, it is almost the same.
Therefore, after she learned the Tiangang Beidou Formation by relying on her profound knowledge of formations inherited from her family, she would have no problem forming the formation again.
"Master, uncle, originally it was not easy to practice new martial arts at this time.
However, when sharpening a spear in battle, it will shine even if it is not bright. This is a technique in the second half of the Jiuyin Sutra, and it also comes from Dao Zang.
After a few people practice it, it will probably be easy to get started.
Just choose one of them first and become proficient in it. When the time comes, you will have many powerful methods against the enemy. "
"Master Nephew Lu, this?"
"What time has it been? Some of the words of Patriarch Chongyang should be followed, but some are not necessary...
Today's Quanzhen Sect is in a precarious situation. If it just clings to its shortcomings, it will neither learn this nor learn that.
When the time comes, the inheritance will be destroyed, which is not what the ancestors wanted...
Therefore, appropriate modifications are still needed. "
Originally, it was inappropriate to say this as a third-generation disciple of Yang Lin.
But who said that his martial arts at this time had completely surpassed several of his uncles, including his own master.
The point is, this actually makes sense.
Coupled with Yang Lin's overwhelming power in defeating Qiu Qianren and Hong Qigong, it is naturally extremely convincing.
"Okay, let's just practice. Senior Nephew Lu is determined."
Qiu Chuji thought of his deceased junior brother and nodded heavily with red eyes.
Several other people also silently agreed.
Concentrate on comprehending the Nine Yin secrets without mentioning them.
…
After arranging matters for the Quanzhen Seven Sons, Yang Lin stood outside the door and thought about it, then turned and walked towards his back garden.
Here, a beautiful woman who looks like she is forty or twenty is standing quietly, looking at the scenery in the garden.
A four- or five-year-old pink-and-pink girl giggled and circled around the eleven- or twelve-year-old girl, trying to grab the little kite in her hand to play with.
The eleven or twelve-year-old girl looked a little pale. She sat on the spring bench, raised her hands, and shouted: "Long'er, don't make trouble, I haven't finished pasting the paper yet.
When the two eyes are finished, the oriole can fly into the sky. Just wait. "
"it's getting dark."
Yang Lin looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds covering the sky.
As the sun sets over the mountain, the sky becomes gloomy, and then a cool breeze blows, and the shadows of the trees dance.
"Yes, the storm is coming."
Miss Jade was still so calm and her expression was cold.
"Miss Mochou is guarding the ancient tomb alone. It should be fine, right?"
"You still care about her. I thought you were cold-hearted and wanted to slap her to death?"
"Senior Jade is joking. Since she has stopped practicing Poison Palm and started cultivating her mind and nature, living in seclusion and not paying attention to worldly affairs, I am still entangled in whether her methods are vicious or not. That is too boring."
"She's fine there, she's just slightly injured and shouldn't travel far.
I asked Grandma Sun to stay in the ancient tomb and take care of me... If she hadn't woken up this time, I might have been assassinated by Ouyang Feng and died on the spot.
There is no chance to put down the Dragon Breaking Stone, shut down the engine, and force the enemy away. "
"That's all thanks to her."
Yang Lin couldn't help but sweat for them when he thought about the situation at that time.
What did Ouyang Feng say?
When it comes to talent and martial arts, he is indeed the best in the world.
But the way he does things is a bit unscrupulous.
No matter who they are, old, weak, women or children, he can do it whenever he wants.
In his eyes, no matter who his opponent is, he treats them equally and has a heroic demeanor.
In this regard, he is even more troublesome than Qiu Qianren.
The name of Western Poison is well deserved.
Yang Lin was still frightened when he thought that such a cute child like Xiao Longnu was almost slapped to death by that person.
Therefore, he will never allow any mistakes to happen this time.
"Xiaowan can't stay in Zhuangzi, so I'll have to trouble senior."
"No problem. I have been paying attention to Miss Xiaowan's every move, word and deed all afternoon. If you can imitate her eight or nine times, don't worry. I will never cheat."
Miss Jade coughed twice, and blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth. Apparently, she was hit by Ouyang Feng's Toad Kung Fu, and her injuries have not fully recovered yet.
Seeing Yang Lin looking worried, she gave a rare smile: "Don't worry, if we fight in a short period of time, especially if we are calculated mentally and unintentionally, we can give it a try, and Ouyang Feng will definitely suffer a big loss. "
She activated her technique, and her body shrank by a third with a loud crackling sound. It looked very similar to Lu Xiaowan's figure.
"That's enough. Mother will be played by Uncle Sun Bu'er himself. Their body shapes are not much different.
You are not far apart and can respond to each other from a distance. No matter which side is attacked, you can rush to help quickly.
As long as I set off the fireworks and work together to survive for a while, I can rush back immediately and make it impossible for him to escape.
Yang Lin chuckled, with endless murderous intent in his eyes.
When it comes to this world, who is the most threatening?
Ouyang Feng considers himself second, but no one dares to consider himself first.
This man can fight and escape, has a long life, and has strong internal strength.
Not only is it difficult to fight, but it is also difficult to die.
He won't tell you the rules of the world, and will only start with the easiest aspects.
For example, the other party's family members, the forces he values, and the friends he cares about most may all be his targets.
He stared like a poisonous snake.
The only way to become his enemy is to slap him to death without giving him any chance.
Otherwise, there will be endless poison.
Yang Lin actually didn't understand it.
People like Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and Master Yideng, why do they still respect this person so much and call them brothers?
Moreover, Huang Yaoshi also intends to marry his daughter to Ouyang Ke, and wants to form a family with Ouyang Feng.
Presumably, this is also because they are people of the same level and respect each other.
Later, even Guo Juxia looked at Ouyang Feng in a different light and felt sympathy for each other.
Completely unreasonable.
This kind of values and family view are not feasible here in Yang Lin.
Once he confirms that someone deserves to die, he will not respect the other person because of his strength or martial arts skills, but will become more determined to kill him.
The higher your martial arts skills, the greater the threat, and the sooner you die.
…
After arranging everything in the village and giving Huang Rong a few words, Yang Lin activated his mental skills and felt that everything was under control.
The sudden feeling of heart palpitations gradually faded away.
He held Xiao Longnu in his left hand and Lu Xiaowan in his right hand. Taking advantage of the night, he and his mother Shu Yuxian headed straight to the Taihu Lake Water Village.
Here, Yang Lin deliberately kept five hundred elite navy troops.
These people already have some basic knowledge, and they all practiced Killing Kwon Do.
After several months of practice, we have gained a rough glimpse of the path, and most people have reached the stage of strengthening their strength.
There are about ten young people with good talents who have reached the stage of Ming Jin Bone Strengthening in one go.
This growth in strength continues.
The reason for this result, Yang Lin guessed, may be that the world has a blessing effect on martial arts training, so he can practice faster.
However, Yang Lin's policy of elite troops has begun to take effect.
There hasn't been a real bloody battle these days, but just by sending out a small force to test their skills, the Jin soldiers and Iron Palm gang members who sneaked in have suffered heavy casualties.
In addition to the five hundred elite soldiers in the camp, armed with strong bows and crossbows, as well as long spears and sharp knives, there are also five thousand elite soldiers outside, who are fully armored and equipped with sophisticated weapons, ready to attack.
In fact, at this time, spies from both sides were scattered like ants, which basically meant that they were ready to go to war.
No one can hide anything from the other.
Of course, Yang Lin also knew that this seemed to be the main battlefield, but it was not.
One of the main battlefields is Guiyun Village.
The other main battlefield is actually in the opponent's handsome tent.
These cloud-like formations of elite soldiers and gangs, as well as the Jin cavalry hiding and wandering aside, are all just a sidekick.
Just like Wanyan Honglie can guess what he wants to do.
Yang Lin could also guess what the other party was ambushing in the handsome tent.
At this time, all the preparations and all the strategies were actually not important at all.
What really matters is the comparison of cutting-edge power.
Both sides know it.
…
A man in Tsing Yi, wearing a mask on his face, passed by silently.
Seeing the military formations on both sides like a forest, with murderous intent rising into the sky, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
On the top of a tall evergreen tree, an old beggar in gray clothes looked quietly at Guiyun Village and at the Taihu Military Formation, his eyes as smooth as a mirror.
The wind blew by without blowing a single strand of his hair.
