Chapter 26 The Thin Taoist and the Young Hero of Jin Xiangzong
Chapter 26 The Thin Taoist and the Young Hero of Jin Xiangzong
The thin Taoist watched the talisman arrow fall onto a nearby small island, and he didn't know that the person was hiding there.
"What kind of lunatic dares to take advantage of your grandfather?"
The thin Taoist was furious. He had decided to go north on a whim. Poyang Lake was so big that it was impossible for someone to ambush them in advance. It could only be that someone who was unaware of the situation happened to run into them here.
However, this person is very good at casting spells, and the two spells he cast were both one-word spells. I'm afraid he is not a simple person.
The young hero from Jin Xiangzong remained silent as usual. It was difficult for him to take action just now because he was far away. But now that the thin Taoist was blocked, the distance between them was shortened and he had more means to use.
The two of them have tried their best, using all kinds of talismans and spells. Now it's time to decide the winner.
The young man was seen holding the pipa with both hands, his slender white fingers dancing among the six phases and twenty-four frets. This time the string sounds were no longer single and intermittent, but one after another to form a continuous melody, especially the right hand, which almost turned into a ball of white moonlight.
As the intense tune sounded, ripples began to appear on the surface of the lake beneath the young hero. At first, it was just ripples, but the ripples formed faster and faster, and the distances between circles became smaller and smaller, but higher and higher. The ripples kept jumping and finally exploded into countless tiny water droplets. With the young hero as the center of gravity, the surface of the lake within a radius of fifty steps seemed to be boiling!
And this was just a strange phenomenon caused by the pipa sound spreading around. The real Dharma meaning contained in the melody all flowed towards the thin Taoist.
The sound of the pipa strings was concretized at this moment, and it seemed as if a majestic white eagle rushed out of the pipa and pounced on the thin Taoist priest.
The thin Taoist no longer cared about the talisman arrows. He looked at the looming white eagle with doubt and surprise in his eyes. He originally thought that it was just a ragtag disciple of the Jin Xiang Sect passing by, so he took advantage of the situation and pretended to escape, intending to lure it to the edge of the lake to kill and rob it.
But now it seems that the situation is not good. This person has been chasing for so long, but he still has plenty of magic power. The pipa is not an ordinary item. He is definitely not an ordinary disciple. And the spell-caster hiding in the grass, could it be that the Zhou family's purchasing manager is a bait, and it is really a trap to lure him to death?
As for it?
In any case, the thin Taoist put away his playful attitude and started to act seriously.
He took out a gray flag with a black animal head pattern painted on it. The image of the animal head pattern was extremely abstract and rough: a pair of huge eyes, a nose under the eyes, and two curled horns above the eyes, somewhat like a bull's head, but without a lower lip, or rather, the entire mouth was integrated with the flag.
Looking directly at the beast patterns, it seems that the mind will be captured, and it feels like an evil and ominous thing, but it looks like there is a kind of ferocious beauty.
The white eagle came along with the sound, and wherever it passed, the surface of the lake exploded into pieces.
When the thin Taoist waved the beast-head flag, a little ghost actually floated out from the flag.
These little ghosts were all in the shape of animals, including tigers, leopards, snakes, and cows. More than ten of them appeared at once, and each one grew larger in the wind, turning into their true size, and gathered in a group to meet the white eagle.
Use the visible to counter the visible, and use the invisible to counter the invisible.
The white eagle was so ferocious that it instantly smashed the tiger and leopard in front of it, but its body was also scattered a little.
"Alas!"
It was the cry of a white eagle, but the sound actually came from the pipa in the hands of young hero Jin Xiangzong, and the timbre and tone were so vivid and beautiful.
The young man plucked and wrapped the strings with his right hand and used his left hand to play tension and glissando. The Divine Eagle perked up again, spread its wings and flew high. Its claws were like hooks, striking directly at the top of the beast's soul.
Like a dragonfly skimming the water, the beast's soul was vulnerable under the claws of the white eagle and was torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.
The young man rolled and wound the strings with his right hand and hummed with his left hand. The sound of the strings sounded like the triumphant cry of a white eagle after it had killed its prey.
The white eagle shook its head and rushed straight towards the thin Taoist priest again.
The thin Taoist laughed in anger, "You are awesome, let me see how awesome you are!"
The thin Taoist waved the flag violently, and a column of black smoke seemed to rise from the flag.
Black smoke spread out, but when you look closely, it is not black smoke at all, but countless little ghosts!
The little ghosts submerged the white eagle like a dark cloud. No matter how the young man provoked it, the white eagle could not break through the dark cloud.
The dark clouds still had enough power to suppress the white eagle, and some of them split off from it and flew towards the young hero.
Looking closely, the little ghost flying towards the young hero is not an animal soul. Looking at its appearance, it is clearly a human soul!
The human soul has a head but no body, and it makes shrill cries from its mouth.
At this time, Young Hero Jin Xiangzong's face turned pale, and he finally understood how the Thin Taoist, a little devil in the Qi Refining Realm, could become famous in the Jiangnan area.
The young man tried to remain calm, played the song again, and summoned another white eagle.
However, Bai Diao Yin was much more transparent than the previous one and was almost invisible to the naked eye. This was actually telling the thin Taoist that he didn't have much magic power left in his body.
Sure enough, the thin Taoist laughed strangely, which was no different from the laugh of the human-headed ghost. It was annoying and disgusting to listen to.
Seven or eight human-headed ghosts with disheveled hair bared their teeth and rushed towards the white eagle to bite. The poor white eagle was bitten all over by the human-headed ghosts and was unable to maintain its shape. It turned into several sound blades and fell into the lake, causing countless waves.
A single move affected the entire body, and the second white eagle fell. Young hero Jin Xiangzong did not have enough magic power, and he watched the first white eagle gradually disappear as it was eaten by the little ghost.
However, the thin Taoist's face was not looking good either. The pipa was not an ordinary object, and the pretty boy's string sound and gold-based magic power were not simple either. The little ghosts that he had worked so hard to gather were greatly damaged.
He didn't want to create any more changes, so he waved his flag and summoned the remaining ghosts to rush towards the disciples of Jinxiang Sect. As for the spellcaster hiding in the bushes, he was so timid and didn't seem to be a big shot, so he would be dealt with later.
However, the young hero from Jin Xiangzong did not seem to be prepared to surrender. He suddenly hammered his chest six times in a row until he vomited blood.
Although the thin Taoist didn't know what the madman was going to do, he knew it was not a good thing, so he waved the flag a little faster.
"Drown!" Another curse sounded.
The surface of the lake between the Thin Taoist and the Young Hero of the Jin Xiang Sect suddenly began to surge with huge waves.
It was as if the surface of the lake was a piece of cloth, and suddenly a hand came, pinched the cloth a little, and lifted it up!
The huge wave of water first blocked the little ghosts, and then fell towards the little ghosts and the thin Taoist priest. The water curtain rose so quickly that no one could react.
The water was real, but the little ghost was invisible. Apart from blocking his vision for a while, it was of no use. Instead, it soaked the thin Taoist priest through.
Just block the view to give the young hero of Jin Xiangzong some time.
Just as the water curtain fell and splashed again, a dazzling golden light blurred everyone's eyes, as if a small sun rose on the southern bank of Poyang Lake.
The thin Taoist priest screamed loudly, and the little ghosts melted away like ice and snow meeting the spring sun.
However, the young man of Jin Xiangzong was not feeling well either. He held the golden light in his palm. The golden light was so bright that he could not see what it was, but he could see the bright red blood on it. The young man's magic power was exhausted, and his blood was lost. His originally fair and handsome face was now as pale as gold paper.
Soon after, the young man couldn't even hold on to the magic weapon under his feet and fell into the lake. Fortunately, his flying magic weapon was actually a feather as big as a small boat, not a flying sword or anything else. It was still carrying the young man and floating on the lake.
All the little ghosts that the thin Taoist had accumulated over the years were wiped out, and he was naturally angry. He muttered something and waved the flag again, but this time, the animal heads on the flag seemed to come alive.
"The devil is looking for death!"
Suddenly, shouts were heard from afar.
The young man who was sitting on the feathers breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the shouting.
The thin Taoist looked embarrassed. Should he kill or escape?
That's it!
The hatred of ten generations can still be avenged.
If we continue fighting today, we will probably damage the foundation of the flag, which will not be worth it.
What's funny is that the cause was just killing a small-time manager and just taking some money. I haven't even taken his soul yet, and this little lunatic from Jin Xiangzong wants to kill me?
He is crazy and vomiting blood to get treasure, but I am not crazy.
Among the Thirty-Six Strategies, the best one is to run away. Don’t really fight the smaller one and get stopped by the bigger one, as that would be like capsizing in the ditch.
And the spellcaster is watching...
The thin Taoist wanted to leave and turned around to go, but he was still holding his breath. The man from Jin Xiangzong was crazy, but the spellcaster hiding nearby was really hateful, doing bad things all the time!
What a pity that I didn’t even have the chance to take a look at his true face!
The thin Taoist priest had already turned around, and was about to leave in the surging gray fog.
"burn!"
It's that curse again!
The thin Taoist was furious. He didn't care this time and was determined to go into the grass and fight with the spellcaster!
Huh?
but?
There seems to be no movement?
The thin Taoist didn't feel any magical power falling on him.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Something fell into the water.
The thin Taoist realized it later and raised his right hand to see that there was a big hole under the dew bag and it was still burning!
What the thief burned was the dew bag!
"Will-o'-the-wisp!"
The thin Taoist cursed again, but the reinforcements from the south were approaching...
"what!"
The thin Taoist priest let out a long roar toward the sky and rode away on the mist.
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