The sword intent contained in the small wooden sword is too terrifying, but it is also too complicated and too vast. I have practiced for a few months, but only a little bit of it. I merged this essence into my own swordsmanship, the effect is particularly obvious, and the lethality is doubled.
The west wind blows and the sky is cold.
Winter is coming, and the world is vast.
Time is the most irresistible thing to make, and it disappeared for more than half a year in a moment. Looking back, I found that I had never done anything.
March 9 is severely cold, and the Spring Festival is joyous.
It was the eighth day of the first month in the blink of an eye.
Fang Nei Daoguan is hollow. The casual practitioners have returned to their hometowns for the New Year. They will not return until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Gong Zhong took Xie Miaomiao and Xiong Pili to the outside of the pass, looking for Xie Zu to be too milky. Years gone.
Ning Yuru and I were the only ones left in the separate dojo.
The peony and blood bamboo peach were not idle during the New Year, and they took a big job. This effort is tossing on the Mongolian grasslands.
Wang Tan and Wang Lita had to return to the Wang's house for the New Year, and even brought the Big Black Cat Tower Ball and the brothers and sisters Lu Jinpeng and Lu Moli back to the Wang's house. This made the separate dojos exceptionally deserted.
By the way, Meng Yishuang, Yuanbo, and Jianluosha sit in the Fangnei Daoguan, not in the separate dojo.
In the evening of this day, Ning Yuru and I sat across the table and enjoyed dinner.
Two thousand gold holding a big gold figure, swimming around **, she has already used dinner.
After drinking a few sips of soup, Ning Yuru put down the spoon to see her expression, depressed.
I put down my chopsticks, turned to her and sat down, held her cold hand, and said softly, "Miss your master?"
"Yeah." Ning Yuru's eyes blushed, and he leaned on me, and I hugged her heartily.
The reason why Ning Yuru missed his master on the eighth day of the first lunar month is because the ninth day of the first lunar month is the birthday of Mr. Liu Lao, the master of Yin and Yang.
"Tomorrow, I will accompany you to see Mr. Liu."
I said comfortingly.
"Good." Ning Yuru nodded.
The next day, offering sacrifices and burning paper were prepared. Ning Yuru and I drove to the suburban'Shousong Cemetery', where Mr. Liu was buried.
This burial place was scheduled before the old man died.
This place is peaceful and not a good burial place, but the old man insists on this. Who dares to disobey the younger generation? Therefore, he was buried in an inconspicuous corner of the cemetery.
After paying homage to the old man according to the rules, Ning Yuru's expression relaxed a lot. I see it in my eyes, and it hurts in my heart.
After doing this, we leave
Open the cemetery and walk on the stone road. The snow on it is being cleaned.
I looked at the man in front of him who was crouching and waving a big broom to clear the snow on the road, and seeing his disheveled and dirty appearance, I felt compassionate.
"Get out of the way, the snow has swept across my pants, you don't have long eyes, kick you dead beggar to death!... Oops, it hurts!"
A tall young man who didn't wear a cotton hat and leather boots in a cold weather kicked the snow sweeper impatiently, but failed to kick them, and instead he held his feet and cried out for pain.
Along with the young man, there was a large group of people, all wearing dark down jackets. It seemed that they were all here to worship the ancestors just like us.
"Kill me to death, Tamar hurts me to death."
The boy in leather boots suffered a loss inexplicably, fell into the snowdrift next to him, and roared in anger.
"Where's Lai Han, dare to hurt my young master? He's looking for death!"
Seven or eight burly men surrounded the past, feeling, this is a very powerful group of people. These big guys look a bit foreign, as if they are not natives.
I squinted my eyes, knowing only from the reaction of these people that they usually find faults and bullies.
Ning Yuru turned his head and glanced at me, her eyes deep and angry.
This girl, the heart of justice is guilty!
I received the girl's eyes and gave a wry smile, the next moment, I had already rushed out!
I was already standing in front of the snow sweeper in the wind and snow, and the light and shadow flickered.
Because my appearance was too abrupt, I appeared in front of these people in the flash of lightning, so they didn't have time to react, there was a shocked look on their faces, but the punches were no longer able to stop.
The whips of the people behind me are about to hit the man's head.
"Humph."
I snorted coldly, blasted three punches in front of me in an instant, and then my figure flashed, and I had already changed directions, just to face a few whip legs.
A fierce color flashed in my eyes, and I could sense the strength of these legs. They are all ancient martial arts practitioners. Is the power on the legs and feet weighing hundreds of kilograms? To an innocent person, but the start is so heavy, it makes me writhe with anger!
Shoo!
From leg to leg, in an instant, the leg shadows that I popped out had already made intimate contact with the legs of these people.
Wait for me to retract my leg and stand firmly
When the Snow Sweeper was in front of him, there were earth-shaking screams around him.
"Ah, my nose... my legs!"
Bang bang bang!
The seven or eight profuse sweats seemed to have been blown by a thunderbolt, and tumbling around with me as the center. After landing, some hugged their faces and some hugged their legs, screaming endlessly.
The pedestrians in the past were dumbfounded. Several people subconsciously took out their phones and wanted to record videos.
"Whoever dares to record, I will kill him!"
I pretended to be fierce and looked around.
A few young men and women came into contact with my fierce eyes and cooperated with the people tumbling all around. Their hands trembled in fright. They hurriedly picked up their phones. They didn't dare to bet!
Ghosts are afraid of wicked people, and so are people. Sometimes, what is easy to talk about just doesn't work.
The seven big guys were all fractured and injured. This is the result of my controlling the intensity of my shots, otherwise they would be even worse.
The young man in leather boots was lying in the snowdrift, his eyes widened and his face looked at me in horror.
"Don't come here, you know my dad..."
"Snapped!"
I slapped a big mouth on this guy's face, with a puff, a mouthful of blood caught two of them and flew out.
"How old is it, are you still fighting with me here? Miscellaneous, bullying is very good, isn't it? Believe it or not I trample you to death?"
I continue to pretend to be a murderer.
The kid covered his face and pretended to be dead there, not daring to say a word.
On the other side, the guy with the biggest personality stood up forcibly. He covered his face with one hand, and blood dripped from his fingers.
I knew it well. The fist smashed the bridge of the nose of this man just now, but with the strength, as long as I go to the doctor, I will recover in half a month without leaving a disability.
I just took a lesson, and didn't want to ruin their lives. The same was true for those few bone fractures in the legs. After lying in the hospital for a while, there was nothing serious.
It's just that when they bully people in the future, they will think of today's lesson.
"Your Excellency is so majestic. I admit that you are a master, but you really provoke someone who shouldn’t be offended! This young master is Jiang Kui. You should have heard of Jiang’s family, right? You beat the Jiang’s family, just Wait to enter the coffin."
The Chinese spoken by this guy is a bit blunt, with hatred in his eyes.
Hearing this, my eyes turned to Senhan and stared at this person: "Are you from the Jiang family?"
"Yes."
The man raised his chin defiantly.
(End of this chapter)