In the manor, a beautiful lady in white was driving a dark red lawn mower to cut the grass.
Click click click—
Every time the blade of the lawnmower closed, the precious grass was split into two pieces. Grass foam was flying, grass juice was overflowing, and a grassy smell mixed with the cold air and filled the entire manor.
The woman did this very seriously, driving the lawnmower slowly and leisurely forward, as if she was doing something big.
The eagle waited at the edge of the grass, which was a path made of raised blue bricks and slates. This ensured that he would not step on the lady's favorite piece of grass.
Click click click—
The lawn mower truck passed in front of Shepherd Eagle, and the lawn mowers in white clothes, white hats and white gloves showed no intention of stopping.
Mu Ying called out: "Miss, Tigress appeared at the airport, and I couldn't bring Fang Yan back."
"I know." The woman responded lightly and continued to drive the lawn mower, mowing the grass. The content of Mu Ying's report was not surprising at all.
Mu Ying smiled, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, turned and walked towards the outside of the manor gate. The young lady said she knew it, which proved that she had expected such an answer.
In an old courtyard, a young man was sitting on a stone chair playing chess with an old man.
One of the old man's cannons was eaten and he wanted to regret his move, but the man pressed his hands on the chessboard and refused to agree. The two were in a stalemate and neither could convince the other.
Dong Dong—
There was a slight knock on the door. The old leaky wooden door shook slightly, but no one pushed it in.
The old man pushed the chess piece and said: "When I play chess, I hate being disturbed the most. If anything happens, get out of here. Don't bring these troubles to disturb my peace -"
"You knew you were going to lose, so you deliberately pushed the chess away." The man said with a smile. "It's not the first time."
The old man held the teapot and drank the hot tea. He squinted his eyes and cursed: "You think I can't afford to lose? I have lost not only 100 times but also 80 times in my life. What's the result? Those who won Where are my old dogs now? They are dead. A person who will never lose, how much will he be hated by others? Sometimes, it is good to lose, because losing will keep you safe. Losing will help you live longer. You Look at the old me? How old am I? I have completely forgotten."
The old man remembered something he was proud of, and sang at the top of his voice: "I am originally from Wollongong, and I talk about yin and yang like holding the palm of my hand to protect the world. The late emperor went to Nanyang to invite three people, and he joined forces with Dongwu to destroy Cao Wei and three tripods. Divided. The official was granted the title of Commander-in-Chief when he arrived in Wuxiang, and he conquered east and west, conquered the north and south, and suppressed the ancients and the present—"
The man sat on the stone chair and listened with a smile. It was not until the old man finished singing "Empty City Strategy" and wrapped himself in a military coat that he turned around and entered the house. Then he got up and walked outside the courtyard.
"Didn't you bring it back?" The man frowned slightly.
The tigress looked at the man and said in a respectful tone: "Shepherd Eagle stepped in, we two had a big fight, and the target disappeared-"
The expression on the man's face gradually softened, and he said: "They knew we would take action, so it's not surprising. They can protect him for a while, but they can't protect him for life. This is Yanjing."
The man crossed the threshold of the small courtyard and walked outside. A man in black followed him slowly.
Tigress looked at the man's retreating back, her eyes becoming playful.
Zizhi Tongjian said: A person who has all talents and virtues is called a 'sage', and a person who has both talents and virtues is called a 'fool'. Those whose virtues are greater than those of others are called 'kings', and those whose virtues are greater than those of virtue are called 'villains'.
Bai Xiu has both talent and virtue, so calling him a saint is too much. If you praise him as "jun", no one will have any objection.
For example, in this first attack, he used his sleeves to roll up the wind and use the wind to attack. This was the martial arts' "warm-up" or "send-off" before the competition. Because the lethality is limited, there is generally not much physical harm to the attacked party.
When other people fight, they try every means to knock them down, but he will never use all his killing moves as soon as he gets up.
Of course, Bai Xiu's move is not that simple.
The wind fills the sleeves, and the energy is like a knife!
The so-called wind knife is a weathered knife that is invisible.
Bai Xiu just waved his sleeves so casually and caught countless winds. The countless cold winds turned into an invisible wind knife and slashed towards Fang Yan's chest.
The sword is invisible, but it has the wind and is extremely powerful.
call-
Fang Yan's strength sank into his dantian, and he punched out with such force.
The iron fist met the blade of the wind blade. The blade held on for a breath before it collapsed and scattered in all directions.
Fang Yan retracted his fist, looked at Bai Xiu and said, "We are all adults, so we should stop playing this kind of child's house game. You know that a duel of this level cannot hurt me, nor can it test my abilities." —If it’s for the sake of your gentlemanly demeanor, you really don’t need this. You can save it for others to use.”
Bai Xiu smiled honestly and said: "I know this wind knife can't hurt you, and I also know that this level of attack can't test your strength. But you just came back, and I will fight for your life as soon as I come up - I I don’t think that’s appropriate. I didn’t want to kill you.”
"There are two more moves." Fang Yan said. "Hurry up. I have to go home after the fight."
Fang Yan looked up at the sky and said, "The snow is getting heavier and heavier."
The sky is getting darker and darker, and snowflakes are falling in droves, dancing lightly in the wind.
"Yes. The snow is getting heavier and heavier." Bai Xiu agreed. His body spun 300 degrees on the spot, as fast as an invisible top.
His robes flapped in the wind, and his sleeves waved towards the sky. It's like trying to catch all the beautiful snowflakes from the sky in your sleeves.
Whoosh—
When his body paused, countless snowballs flew in the direction of Fang Yan.
Those snowballs are as big as fingernails, each snowball is crystal clear, round and cute, just like the finished product coming out of a machine production line.
However, countless snowballs are countless silver bullets. They roared towards Fang Yan with strong wind and murderous intent.
Ice pucks filled the sky, gathering in formation.
Fang Yan's body and his possible escape routes were all blocked.
Fang Yan's eyes were slightly stern, and he finally became serious.
He knew the power of these ice balls. Each ice ball was a hard steel ball. These ice balls temporarily condensed by Bai Xiu have devastating destructive power, and even iron plates may be hit with big holes by them.
Picking flying flowers can hurt people. Wind knife and snow arrow are just the same principle.
During the war, Xingyi master Li Hanshan encountered dozens of powerful enemies. Unarmed, he picked a handful of pine needles and killed all the attackers. Later it was discovered that these people were members of the Eastern Black Dragon Society. Li Hanshan joined the national army in anger and led his "Mountain Moving Brigade" to show his power and wipe out countless invaders. He specifically targeted the Black Dragon Society of East Asia for revenge. In Northeast China, the area where the Black Dragon Society was most powerful was almost completely wiped out by Li Hanshan.
This is the result of practicing An Jin to the extreme. Li Hanshan finally became a master, nicknamed the 'King of Needles'. From then on, generations of warriors aimed at pursuing more powerful and pure energy.
Fang Yan and Bai Xiu are both masters of internal kung fu and figures in the inner world. They began to practice Qi at a very young age. When Qi penetrates the whole body and is injected into weapons, they are always able to achieve unexpected gains.
Bai Xiu's second blow made Fang Yan feel the danger.
The heart of Tai Chi rotates automatically, and the realm of Tai Chi naturally unfolds.
In the realm of Tai Chi, the countless ice balls turned into countless white dots, rushing towards Fang Yan's vital parts of his body and his body.
This alone shows that Bai Xiu's strength is unfathomable. Those ordinary ice hockey balls in his hands seemed to have eyes, and he had the ability to identify and hit holes.
Injury to the flesh is just the result of lying in bed to recuperate for three months. However, if the vital points or vital points are injured, you will either die or be disabled.
As expected, Bai Xiu was still fierce.
Of course, the original purpose of martial arts competition is to defeat the opponent. If he always greets your butt or calf, you will probably look down on him.
Fang Yan stretched out his hands.
He just stretched out his hand lightly and grabbed a handful of hockey pucks in his hand.
He threw the ice balls out, and the ice balls hit other ice balls. One puck hits another, and the two deflected pucks hit more pucks at the same time.
With the help of Tai Chi Realm, Fang Yan was able to clearly see the position and movement trajectory of the hockey pucks. Like a brilliant magician, he used the puck as a guide, causing the ice array to loosen and disintegrate internally.
Pah, pah, pah —
The sound of the ice ball hitting was endless, and the sound of the ice breaking was heard one after another.
Snapped!
The wind stopped and the snow dispersed, and the surroundings of Fang Yan returned to peace.
The howling wind stopped, and the restless jumping ice ball disappeared.
It's like they've never been in this world.
They were originally condensed by snowflakes, but when they were hit by Fang Yan's ice ball filled with dark energy, they naturally fell into pieces, and then instantly transformed into pieces of soft white snow again.
Bai Xiu's eyes flashed with divine light, and he said: "Is this the evolved Tai Chi realm? The previous Tai Chi realm was not like this, and it did not have such ability-"
"This is the evolved Tai Chi realm." Fang Yan said with a smile. "I named it 'Starlight'. Every meteor has a trajectory. In my Tai Chi realm, all moving objects and wind and grass have their trajectories -"
"Congratulations." Bai Xiu said.
"If it's my heartfelt congratulations -" Fang Yan had a withered yellow bamboo splinter appear in his palm and said, "Why do you still want to kill me?"
There are words on the bamboo slices, which are the first sentence of "The Master of Furong Mountain Stays in the Snow": The sun sets and the mountains are far away.