The gap in martial arts between the two was there, especially after Shen Qiao found out that he had been planted with a demon heart, his heart burned, his foundation almost collapsed, the original preemptive advantage completely disappeared, and the sword light was suppressed by force, and it came from a bright light. It was bleak, just like the candle of Shen Qiao's own life, swaying in the wind and dying.
Even though Sang Jing was surprised by his misjudgment at first, the surprise didn't last long. Seeing that Shen Qiao was unstoppable, he smiled and said, "It is rumored that you have made a big mistake in martial arts, it seems to be true. , Strange, why didn't Yan Wushi absorb all your power, but left you to me instead?"
His words did not delay the time he made to take action. Wherever the "carved dragon palm" went, the true qi faintly appeared in the shape of a dragon, but the dragon did not look peaceful and kind, but opened its blood basin towards Shen Qiao with a violent momentum. Big mouth, raging!
Sang Jingxing didn't plan to kill Shen Qiao for the time being, so he didn't use all his strength in this palm, but only used eighty points of his skill - even if Shen Qiao's whole body's meridians were broken and his limbs were crippled, it would still be enough to play around for a while.
The mad dragon covers the sky, the moon cannot be bright, the leaves cannot be seen, the wind and rain are like dark, and it is stern!
The roaring dragon stopped in mid-air!
It was because of a sudden burst of powerful energy from Shen Qiao's body, as if a group of light suddenly exploded in the dark night, which was extremely dazzling and dazzling.
The "light" expanded rapidly, getting bigger and bigger, and that dragon of killing evil that refused to withdraw without blood was instantly swallowed up and destroyed by the invisible!
Sang Jingxing didn't even have time to show a surprised expression, his face changed drastically, but he was in mid-air, but he turned around and wanted to retreat.
However, it was too late, Shen Qiao suddenly burst into flames, and the mountains and rivers and the sad sword in his hands stabbed at him with a mighty thunderous force.
No fancy skills, no advanced tricks, just handed out flatly, his body floated like paper, and he was as steady as a mountain, with an almost impossible speed, he appeared in front of Sang Jingxing in an instant!
Sang Jingxing felt a coolness on the back, like a basin of cold water suddenly poured down from his heart.
But he is not his apprentice Huo Xijing after all, and Huo Xijing's method of death will not be repeated on him.
He patted Shen Qiao with one palm and grabbed his wrist with the other hand holding the sword.
But it was useless, Sang Jingxing could feel his hand as if it was about to be smashed, the pain was incomparable, the body protection qi was completely useless at this moment, he could even feel the flesh on the palm of his hand. Cut it down!
His face changed drastically, and finally there was a hint of fear and disbelief, and he looked at Shen Qiao like he was looking at a lunatic.
"You actually destroyed your foundation?!"
The most important thing for martial arts practitioners is the foundation.
It was from childhood to adulthood, from winter to summer, and practiced bit by bit, and I can't take any vacations.
Shen Qiao's foundation is Dao Xin, at this time he destroyed his Dao Xin, completely in a posture of perishing with Sang Jingxing.
Even if Sang Jingxing's martial arts are higher than him, if he continues to fight, unless Sang Jingxing is willing to pay the price of ruining his martial arts to fight against Shen Qiao, he has no chance of winning.
Of course Sang Jingxing was unwilling, so he chose to step back!
But even so, a pair of fleshy palms had all been eroded by Shen Qiao's outburst of true qi, and the flesh was blurred instantly, and the pain was unbearable.
What a lunatic!
It's just hopeless!
He gritted his teeth and was a little unwilling, but he moved a little slower, the huge momentum generated by the opponent's self-destruction had broken through his true qi, and the sword light directly scratched his chest with deep visible scars!
"Ah!!!" Sang Jingxing couldn't help shouting, he no longer hesitated, he turned around and ran away.
However, behind him, the sharp and dazzling tangible sword intent has already shrouded the sky and covers the sky.
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"Master! Master! When A Yu and A Ying were just using the Canglang Sword Art, their last gestures were obviously different from what you taught them. Why didn't you correct them?"
"Because the tip of the sword is pointing upwards is only a general statement. There is no set rule to follow whether it is facing one inch or two inches. Ah Qiao, this is how martial arts practice, and the same is true for being a human being. Don't stick to the rules too much, that will only limit you. Your own vision and pattern."
The child was a little unsteady in walking because of the thick wrapping, but he still insisted on grabbing the robe of the tall figure in front of him, with a vague expression on his face, full of admiration and attachment.
The person he was holding onto smiled when he saw this, and simply squatted down and picked him up, and walked forward together.
"In this world, there are many, many people, some good people, some bad people, and many more. People who can't be distinguished simply by good and bad may not necessarily think the same as you, and they may not walk the same way as you. , Just like Yu Ai and Yuan Ying, they have the same set of swordsmanship, but there are differences in how they use them. Don't deny others just because they are different from you. You should be like a person who embraces all rivers, and it is the same when you practice martial arts. A narrow-minded person has a limited realm of achievement after all, and even if he reaches the top, he will not be able to stand for a long time."
"What about A Qiao, is A Qiao a good person or a bad person?" Yuanyuan's eyes were extremely dark and clear, reflecting the shadow of the person closest to him.
His head was stroked immediately, and his hands were warm and dry, like the warmth of the sun on his body.
"Our family, Ah Qiao, is the cutest person."
After getting a satisfactory answer, he was a little shy, but couldn't help but smile happily.
However, the warmth disappeared suddenly, and all the surrounding scenery seemed to shatter in an instant, including the person holding him.
It is still on Xuandu Mountain.
In the past years, I planted willows, relying on Hannan. Now I look at the shaky, desolate Jiangtan. The tree is like this, how can people be worthy of it.
The scenery may not be the same, but what about people
He was still chasing after him and insisted that he call his brother's siblings, but now he is as tall and short as him, standing in front of him, and asked with a heartache: "Senior brother, no one has ever been lonely, Xuandu Mountain is obviously the number one in the world. Sect, has the strength to support the Ming master and let the influence of Taoism spread all over the world, why do you have to learn from those hermits to guard the mountains alone? Except for you, almost everyone in Xuandu Mountain thinks this way, you are too naive!"
Is it true that he is too naive
He just wants to protect the master and the land left by the previous generations of headmasters, and protect these brothers and sisters without getting involved in the war and staying away from the intrigue on the rivers and lakes.
Is he wrong
"Yes, you are wrong." Someone said to him, "You are wrong because you underestimated people's hearts. Do you think that everyone in the world has no desires, no desires, and just like you? Human nature is evil, no matter what. What kind of affection, as long as you block their interests, they will eradicate you without hesitation. Don't you have this awareness?"
"A naive person like you is destined to not survive for too long. If you leave Xuandu Mountain and leave the halo of Qifeng Pavilion, you are nothing and can't do anything."
"I don't need friends in this seat. There is only one kind of person who is qualified to be on an equal footing with me, and that is an opponent."
"You actually destroyed your meridians and cut yourself off?! You are a lunatic!!!"
All past events, all voices, suddenly shattered after this sentence.
Everything seems to be back to the beginning.
Severe pain came from his limbs, it was as if someone had been filing his bones with a dull knife, and it was as if thousands of ants were digging through his flesh and blood. He prided himself on being able to endure the pain, but At this moment, I couldn't help but want to let out a long moan, couldn't help but want to shed tears, and even wanted to take a sharp sword to penetrate directly into my heart, ending the endless pain.
However, the reason why he shouted and shouted was just like mosquitoes to others.
"Shen Langjun, are you awake?"
The voice was soft, as if it came from a distance, vague and uncertain.
In fact, the other party was lying in Shen Qiao's ear and said, but his current state was difficult to hear clearly.
He tried his best to respond with a sound, but in the end he just flicked his fingers.
When the other party saw it, he whispered to him, "Shen Langjun, can you hear me? Then I said, just listen, just move your finger when you hear it."
Shen Qiao responded quickly.
He recognized the voice of the other party. It was the little Taoist priest in the White Dragon Temple, the fifteenth disciple of the master of the temple.
Sure enough, the other party said: "I'm fifteen. I found you two days ago when I was going up the mountain to collect herbs. At that time, you were hiding in the cave. You were cold and breathless. You almost scared me. I couldn't move you alone. , you can only go back to inform the master, and let the master carry you back."
Yes, Shen Qiao also remembered. At that time, he destroyed his martial arts and prepared to die with Sang Jingxing. Although he was unsuccessful, he also inflicted heavy damage on the other party. He took the opportunity to escape and hid in the nearby Bailong Mountain. , but did not expect to be discovered by Fifteen.
He wanted to ask if Sang Jingxing had come to the door, and if he had bothered them, but after working hard for a long time, he still couldn't make any sound, his eyelids trembled sharply, showing that he was anxious.
Fifteen found out, hurriedly found a glass of water, and carefully fed him to drink it.
The cool water flowed down his throat, and after a while, Shen Qiao finally felt much more comfortable, opened his eyes, no surprise, it was pitch black.
He thought it was a problem with his eyes, but Fifteen said, "We are in the cellar of the White Dragon Temple right now. There are no lights, so it's pitch black."
Shen Qiao opened his mouth, his voice so hoarse that he almost couldn't recognize himself: "Are there, people, come and find, come, you..."
His body is extremely weak now, and he can only speak word by word, which is difficult and laborious.
Fifteen: "Yes, the people from Pengcheng County came twice, probably because of the donkey sandwich that day to settle the account, thanks to Master's foresight, let us all move here in advance, the view is so broken , and there is nothing for them to smash, they came in and looked around and couldn't find anyone, so they left, probably thinking we escaped!"
Speaking of which, he couldn't help but laugh.
Shen Qiao: "I'm sorry..."
Fifteen: "Shen Langjun, don't say that!"
He seemed to sense the doubts in Shen Qiao's heart, and quickly continued: "Do you remember, that day outside the city of Xiangzhou, you once gave the cake in your arms to a child, and later he kowtowed to you to thank you, saying that you would like to I'll set up a tablet for you to live forever."
When another wave of pain that swept through the body subsided, Shen Qiao thought hard, and had a vague impression.
"You are the one..."
Although Fifteen was a little thin, he was born clean, white and tender, and he was completely different from the child with yellow face and thin skin in memory.
"Yes, it's me. Later, my father wanted to exchange me for other people's children to eat, but my mother refused. She desperately stopped her, and said that she would sell herself for the safety of me and my siblings. Father agreed, but Unexpectedly, within two days after A-niang was replaced with food, my younger siblings became seriously ill and died one after another." Fifteen's voice was a little choked, "My father thought I was burdensome and wanted to cook me. Fortunately, I happened to meet Master at that time. Master took a bag of cakes and replaced me, and took me away, I followed Master all the way to Bailongguan to settle down, my original name was not good, so Master changed my name to Fifteen."
Fifteen wiped away his tears and held Shen Qiao's hand, as if to comfort him, but he didn't dare to exert force because he was afraid of pain: "I always remember your kindness to me, if it wasn't for your piece of cake, I might not be able to hold on to it. I met Master, so don’t say anything wrong to me, even if you didn’t save me and saw you lying there and dying, how could I not help?”
Shen Qiao's hands trembled slightly, tears loomed in the corners of his eyes, whether he heard his words or remembered old things.
Fifteen thought he was in pain, and hurriedly said, "Are you in severe pain? I'll ask Master to come over and give you some medicine!"
"What kind of medicine are you taking? I just took it. You think the medicine doesn't cost money!" The Guanzhu just came over, and when he heard this, he said angrily.
Having said that, he still came over, grabbed Shen Qiao's hand and started to feel the pulse.
"The meridians are destroyed, and there is no internal strength. What the hell are you doing to make yourself look like this, don't even think about practicing martial arts in the future!" The spectator tutted.
"Master!" Fifteen was in a hurry, for fear that Shen Qiao's mind would be greatly stimulated by these words.
The watcher rolled his eyes at him: "Why are you so soft-hearted, he hasn't said anything yet, but you're in a hurry, and I didn't make his martial arts completely useless!"
Shen Qiao didn't make a sound for a while.
Fifteen said softly: "Shen Langjun, don't be sad, Master's medical skills are brilliant..."
Guanzhu: "Hey! I said that you are not a girl, why do you keep your arms out all the time? When did I have a good medical skills, just a little knowledge of medical theory, a little knowledge! Do you understand!"
Fifteen grabbed the corner of his clothes and acted like a spoiled child: "Master is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, but he is actually a good person, but he is amazing!"
The spectator laughed and scolded: "Stinky boy!"
He turned his head again and said to Shen Qiao: "You are too injured, my medical skills are not good, and the medicinal materials here are not complete, so I can only do my best, but I can't do anything about martial arts.
Shen Qiao suddenly asked: "Dare to ask, is the residual poison in my body still...?"
The spectator was surprised: "Residual poison? What kind of residual poison? When I checked the pulse, I didn't find any residual poison in your body!"
In order to confirm it again, he pressed three fingers on Shen Qiao's wrist to check carefully, and after a while, he stopped and said, "Although you are seriously injured, I did not find any signs of poisoning."
After Shen Qiao was beaten and fell into a happy meeting, the remaining poison has not been cleared, and even Yan Wushi has no way. The eyes are affected by it, and the same is always bad.
But now, the spectator actually said that there was no poison in his body.
That is to say, when he abandoned his martial arts and wanted to perish with Sang Jingxing, he did not expect that he would die and be reborn, and the residual poison in his body would be emptied.
Is this a blessing in disguise
Shen Qiao showed a wry smile.
When Guanzhu came in, he brought a candlestick and put it next to him. At this moment, when he saw the corner of his mouth slightly raised, he couldn't help but wonder: "You are so miserable, can you still laugh?"
Then he turned his head and asked Fifteen: "Do you think he has become a fool after a sudden upheaval, unable to bear the blow?"
"Master!" Fifteen wanted to cover his mouth.
The spectator: "It's worth it, I won't say it, the porridge should be ready, I'll go check it out, I'm really not used to it without the dead guy on the first day of the first year."
As he walked, he clicked his tongue and said, "That's the old ginseng that I finally picked up. I'd be reluctant to eat it on weekdays, but now it's cheap for outsiders!"
When he left, Fifteen said apologetically, "Don't take it to heart. Master, he is a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted man. In fact, although his words are not pleasant, thanks to his old man these two days, otherwise I don't know what to do!"
Shen Qiao: "I know, I... I'm not crazy. In this cellar, is it open, outside? I see, there seems to be light."
He was struggling to speak word by word.
Fifteen: "Yes, Master has made two holes here, there is a little light coming in from outside, can you see it?"
Shen Qiao: "Now, gradually, I can see, a little, no, very clearly."
Fifteen: "Don't worry, Master said that this cellar is very secret, and it is difficult for others to find it. The people from Pengcheng County came twice, but each time they couldn't find us, and finally they had to leave. I thought we would never come back if we moved out.”
Shen Qiao: "Thank you..."
Fifteen smiled and said, "No thanks, you have a good rest and recuperate from your injuries. I'll go and boil some water for you to drink."
Although this place is dark and does not see the light of day, it is a quiet place to heal wounds. According to Fifteenth, the White Dragon Temple was built in the late Han Dynasty and has been in existence for more than 300 years. The incense and incense are no longer seen, and there is a Taoist temple full of scars and no one cares. When his master came to settle here on fifteenth, the Taoist temple was empty. There is also a tunnel behind the cellar, which should have been built together with the Taoist temple. After being discovered by the fifteenth master, this place has become an excellent refuge.
After that, Shen Qiao fell into a drowsiness for two more days. Sometimes he was awake, sometimes confused, and he dreamed at midnight. He even thought that he was still on Xuandu Mountain, as if he opened the door and he could see the master watching the disciples practice outside.
However, not after all, all the past cannot be reborn after all, and those who have passed will not be resurrected.
Those beautiful and quiet years seem to have stayed on Xuandu Mountain and will never return.
What followed was the betrayal, setbacks, and predicaments he experienced later, the melee of various countries for the sake of profit, the sects who calculated each other and insisted on their own opinions, and the people who struggled and groaned in hell and could not get out of it.
All the suffering, shocking, empathy.
Is it true that you keep your Taoist heart and refuse to give up your so-called principles of being a human being because you are not yet on the verge of an unbearable desperation
Yan Wushi once asked him this.
At this moment, Shen Qiao remembered this sentence again, and remembered the moments when the two got along.
His once self-confessed friend was vulnerable to the ridicule and calculations of the other party.
But even again...
one more time...
"Shen Langjun, are you feeling better today? This is the freshly boiled rice porridge with ginseng stems. The master said that it is very helpful for the recovery of the body... Ah, Shen Langjun, why are you crying! Is it too painful! "
In the faint light, Jingying slowly slid down the corner of Shen Qiao's eyes and into his temples, silently.
Fifteen hurriedly put down the porridge and rushed over. "I'm going to let the master come over!"
"No." Shen Qiao stretched out his hand and grabbed his robe.
Fifteen sighed, without concealing his surprise: "You can move?! Master also said that your meridians are damaged, and it will be difficult to recover in this life. It seems that Master is deliberately scaring me!"
Shen Qiao smiled at him.
When he was awake, every bone was screaming in pain, and the pain was so painful that he wanted to die, but he still persevered and recited the "Zhu Yangce" formula he had learned in his heart. Surprised situation.
When he studied "Zhu Yang Ce", he already had a foundation in Xuandu Mountain martial arts, and it was not difficult to learn, but the progress was always slow or slow, and Qi Fengge couldn't find the reason. At that time, Tao Hongjing was dead, and it was impossible for him. To ask clearly, you can only let the apprentice explore on his own, and occasionally give pointers from the side.
But now, when all his meridians are damaged and his body has no true qi, "Zhu Yang Ce" seems to have played a completely unexpected role. The broken dantian is recovering little by little at an incredible speed, and the abolished meridians Remodeling under the nourishment of Zhu Yangce's True Qi.
It may not even be long before his injuries are fully healed.
The "Zhu Yang Ce" that brings together the leaders of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism is indeed incredible. Even if Shen Qiao can only learn two volumes, it does not prevent him from feeling the breadth and depth of it.
The Confucianism is upright and upright, the Tao is soft and thick, and the Buddha's solemnity and clarity are all turned into a trickle, flowing in his body.
Shen Qiao didn't know if it was a death sentence or not, but his body was indeed getting better and better day by day, and the speed of recovery even surprised the viewer who thought he could only do this in his entire life.
Fifteen was very understanding and did not ask him why he was crying just now, but Shen Qiao took the initiative to grab him and said to him, "Fifteen, thank you."
Fifteen didn't know why, and was a little embarrassed: "You have said many thanks before!"
Shen Qiao treats people with kindness, but never has the thought of needing others to return the same kindness, because no matter whether others reciprocate or not, it will not hinder his actions.
He wanted to do it, so he did it. Whether others understood it, recognized it or not, laughed at it or not, it had nothing to do with him.
From this point of view, Yan Wushi is no different from him.
But Shen Qiao is a person after all, not a heart of ice and snow, not a heart of steel, he will also be tired, he will also be cold-hearted, and he will also suffer.
"This one is different," he said to Fifteen.
Fifteen smiled shyly: "You are recovering so well. Master said you should eat some meat. He bought a chicken today to make soup."
Shen Qiao said apologetically, "I made you spend money. When your injury heals, I'll go make money..."
Fifteen smiled and said: "You don't have to worry about this, in fact, Master and his old man have secretly hidden a lot of private money, but he refuses to take it out. Every day he pretends to have a hard life..."
"Fifteen, you are so itchy! You actually speak ill of your master in front of others! It's a disrespectful and outrageous! Evil disciple!"
Fifteen stuck out his tongue: "It's the disciple's fault, don't be angry!"
The spectator said angrily: "How could I have thought that you were better than the first year of the first year! It's really worse than the first! Unworthy apprentice!"
Fifteen obediently listened to the instruction, acted coquettishly and bowed again, finally letting the spectator master's anger calm down a little, and began to recite to the eldest apprentice: "Today there is a meeting in the North City, and I ran out early in the morning on the first day of the new year, and I haven't yet. Come back, with such a wild heart, if he grows the right wings, will he be able to stab the sky!"
Fifteen: "Senior brother, maybe he saw something delicious and brought us something?"
Guanzhu: "Bring a fart, he only has a few pennies on him, and it's not enough to buy food for himself!"
Suddenly, the bell in the cellar rang.
The bell is very small and the sound is very weak, but because the Guanzhu is standing next to it, it can be heard immediately.
This is a simple mechanism. The line on the outside of the bell is connected to the outside, and the other end is tied somewhere at the entrance of the gate. As long as someone enters from the outside, the line is slightly vibrated, and people in the cellar can immediately detect it.
Fifteen said happily: "It's the senior brother who is back!"
He was about to go out, but the spectator grabbed him: "Wait, something is wrong!"
As soon as these words were finished, the voice of the first day of the first year came from outside: "Master, fifteen, I'm back... Hey, who are you?"
The spectator's face changed greatly: It's bad!