Chapter 968 The tigers are here!
Chapter 968 The tigers are here!
"What? Earl Xingyi fired a flying spear and injured the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint, the King of the Northwest?"
"Have you heard? The Earl of Xingyi injured the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint in public, and a lot of blood was shed!"
"Mr. Xingyi defeated the Dragon-Elephant Martial Saint!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? How could the Earl of Xingyi, who is only a Zhenxiang, make the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint bleed, let alone defeat him? Besides, they have no grudges against each other, so why would they fight? What? You said you saw it with your own eyes, so I have to believe it. Do you know what the reason is?"
"From love to hate?"
"My second uncle's uncle next door has a friend who specializes in delivering charcoal to the Hanging Temple. He said it himself, so it can't be wrong! That girl is very beautiful!"
"The Shahe River is turbid and turbid, but it is far inferior to the clear and nourishing water of the Huai River."
"Where is the place where the cut was made?"
"what are you doing?"
"Take a look, maybe you can see some of the magic!"
"Let's go together!"
The Dragon King is on patrol.
Liang Qu descended with the wind, wielding the Fu Bo to split a deep canyon, and even dropped huge rocks into the crowd, causing huge waves. The whole Datong Prefecture was shocked and excited, and many people even went to the canyon to see its charm!
There hasn't been such a lively topic of conversation for many years.
Putting aside the gossipers who spread rumors, more eyewitnesses pieced together a glimpse of the truth of what happened in the evening.
A duel between masters!
Considering that Zhang Longxiang did not evade under the watchful eyes of millions of people, this counter-attack was more like being attacked.
Four Gates, Galloping Horse, Wolf Smoke, Hunting Tiger, Perfect Elephant, and Young Dragon... These are the correct names of the realms and are the names of the people.
People in the world are polite. When facing each other, they will not call each other by their names. Even behind their backs, it is not appropriate to do so. Therefore, they will give people respectful titles, just like Liang Qu was called Xingyi Bo and Liang Langjiang by outsiders.
Once a warrior has passed the four levels, he can be respectfully called a small martial arts master in the countryside.
Martial arts master A martial arts master who is proficient in martial arts can be a teacher.
Yuesheng hunts tigers, and adds a "big" before the word "martial artist", "big man, refers to the great and powerful", those who profiteer, thus pointing out three points of respect and three points of status.
When one reaches the Zhenxiang stage, the title is no longer added with new characters. It changes suddenly from martial arts master to grandmaster. Grandmaster is the one who founded a school of thought. The change in title alone is enough to show the gap between the two realms.
To Yaolong...
The sage is the one who is connected, who has the Tao, and who has the voice.
The Tao is all-pervasive, its light illuminates everything, and one can feel anything by hearing the sound.
A master of a certain realm wielded his spear and injured a saint. No matter what the saint's condition was, how extraordinary the master was, what magical weapon he used, and how well-rested he was, there is only one word to describe it - incredible!
The realm of cultivation is unparalleled in the world, and the combat power is even above the realm!
Inside the Hanging Temple.
The shadows of the trees danced, birds with wonderful wings ran around the eaves, and monkeys rode on baby elephants and charged forward waving branches.
The disciples of the Five Great True Sects had broader horizons and discussed the matter among themselves at the evening gathering.
"The spear that injured the Martial Saint must be extraordinary. The Dragon Elephant Martial Saint definitely did not shoot without purpose. He must have been well prepared."
"Could it be that he is learning? It is said that the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint has extremely powerful skills and is happy to see prey?"
"It's not just that. It's also possible to find an opportunity for a breakthrough. But how could Lord Xingyi master such an extraordinary skill? Who taught him? How did he learn to master it?"
"I have seen Lord Xingyi. He is very powerful. His spearmanship is so impressive that he can easily rival a second-level grandmaster. After he grasped his natal Buddha, he fought with all his might. Even if he met some third-level celestial beings who did not fight for their magical powers, he could still fight them. He is a replica of the dragon and elephant in the past!"
"After the King of Northwest, there will be another King of Southeast?"
"Why is it that those who fight with supernatural powers are more likely to shine?"
"It turns out that there is no universal unity in the world. You can only rely on your own fists!"
The practitioners from Dongtianting and Tiandaozhong sat cross-legged facing each other with their backs straight. They analyzed the situation clearly and expressed their own opinions. Their views were more incisive and more truth-seeking than the boasting from outsiders.
What space, what cause and effect.
It's all fake.
The supernatural power should be focused on attacking. This is the answer given by Xing Yibo, copy it!
"Is this a fucking human being?" The Taoist priest at Louguan Terrace spoke his mind and gulped down a pot of fragrant tea.
"Amitabha, pity the flowers, grass, birds, animals and trees in the back mountain." The monks of the Hanging Temple moved their Buddhist beads and chanted sutras to pray for the souls of the dead.
"That Lord Xingyi can actually ride a dragon. It looks even more majestic than the nine-tailed phoenix in my Wutong Tower! Oh, so boring." The cultivator in Wutong Tower felt depressed and leaned against a tree to relieve his sorrow.
The disciples of the True School each have their own style. "Hey, little master!" someone shouted, attracting everyone's attention. "It is said that there is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures: 'Lion tendons are strings, and all the strings of the drum will break.' Is this true or false?"
"I have heard of it." The little monk scratched his head, "but I am not well-educated, so I don't know which Buddhist book it is from."
"Then it's fake?" someone laughed.
"How can it be false? The string is made of lion's tendons. When this string is plucked, the other strings are broken." The person who asked the question sighed, "We are the broken strings."
There was silence for a moment.
The moonlight is bright, and the breeze in the courtyard rustles the leaves.
Inviting a new Buddha, summoning Tathagata, answering three questions, beheading the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint... several major events happened to one person in just one month.
Look up at the sky.
Who isn’t lonely?
"'Lion's Tendon String' is a folk legend, not a Buddhist scripture." Huaikong walked into the courtyard and bowed to everyone under the moonlight. "My fellow pilgrims, I have heard another version of the story."
"Oh, I'd love to hear the details."
"The tiger soul harp uses tiger rib bones as pillars and tendons as strings. When you play it, all the tigers will come."
Have a taste.
Laughter spread.
The blue-robed Taoist picked up the teapot to drink, but found it empty. He stretched his neck and said, "So, the Buddhist disciples of the Hanging Temple said that we are a group of tigers?"
Huaikong said with a smile: "Whether it is true or not, how can it count if I say so?"
The Taoist thought for a moment and gave a thumbs up: "Master Huaikong, you will become a great master and a great monk in the future!"
"Amitabha."
A small courtyard not far from the Yahui.
Taotaokai held a tin staff in his hand, acting with all his might, advancing and retreating with precision, and the silver rings collided.
"Brother, did you really hit it?" Xiang Changsong looked back in surprise.
"Yeah." Lu Gang nodded. "I have nothing to do, so I went down the mountain a few days ago and found a blacksmith shop. It doesn't take much effort. After I taught him a few skills, the master lent me the furnace."
"Master, senior brother, junior brother, junior sister, sister-in-law, brothers and sisters-in-law, Dragon people, come out to eat!" Xu Zishuai brought a lunch box into the house and brought out a plate of hot dishes, all of which were meat. After everyone arrived, he looked around and asked, "Is Ah Shui awake?"
"I'm sleeping soundly."
"Forget it, forget it. Forget about it. Leave one portion for us to eat first. We haven't seen meat in a long time."
Xu Zishuai sat down with his chopsticks in hand, and the others did not suspect a thing at all.
No matter where everyone goes, A Shui always becomes the focus and a prominent figure.
Only ignorant outsiders would chatter.
they?
I've already gotten used to it.
The next day.
in the bedroom.
Incense curls up.
Liang Qu opened his eyes and blew out two streams of air from his nose. After a powerful shot, his muscles were still a little sore, but he was in high spirits. Long Eying's long hair fell on her chest. He stretched out his hand and touched it, then took out a booklet from Long Lingxiao's pocket.
After killing the dragon, Zhang Longxiang gave him a three-page booklet, saying it was the experience of Heart Fire. Before Liang Qu had time to read it carefully, he fell back and went to sleep because he was too tired.
Turn it over.
The first two pages of the booklet record a method of sealing the heart fire, which can suppress the daily consumption of heart fire and alleviate the resulting need for sleep. It is compressed to two hours, which is equivalent to the "power saving" mode. In times of crisis, there is no need to unseal it specifically. It is very convenient to just use the heart and fire.
"call!"
The unstoppable flow of tears is the sequelae of seeing the bleeding line.
After closing his eyes for a while, Liang Qu turned to the last page of the album.
The third page is about the construction of Zhenxiang Qi Hai.
A scribbled pattern was centered.
"Solid triangle?"
(End of this chapter)