The sky is gray and misty.
The old sycamore trees in the yard have been washed clean by the rain, and the large sycamore leaves show the green color of their youth, just like the green leaves of emeralds that have just bloomed.
There is a large open tank to the east of the sycamore tree. The water in the broken tank has been filled. The new water flows out and flows into the creek next to the yard. The water surface is rippling slightly due to the new raindrops falling from the east. ripples.
Occasionally, large ripples appear, stirring up the water in the entire tank, as if there is an invisible monster hiding at the bottom of the tank. But no, it doesn't show its head, and I can't see their true appearance.
"Wow-----"
A big red fish emerged from the water, opened its mouth and spit out bubbles one after another, catching the rootless water that fell from the east that day.
It seemed like something had bitten its tail, and then it plunged into the bottom of the pool.
"Crash-----"
The water splashed everywhere, and the water swayed more intensely.
Taking the center of the water as the center of the circle, one water pattern after another rotates in the large tank.
The shadow was groping around in the room, opening volumes of precious ancient books, and then throwing them aside with his legs.
His movements were extremely fast, but he made almost no sound.
The room was still dark, and except for the twinkling pupils, it was difficult to see any light.
Whoosh----
A breeze blew towards his back.
If not, they would probably feel the wind blowing and a slight chill on their backs.
But no, for the man in black robe, even the slightest movement several feet away could not escape his perception.
I didn't see him making any movements, and his body disappeared from the place.
Click----
Countless filaments of a whisk hit the bookshelf, and countless openings were cut into the bookshelf.
That is not the natural wind, but the gentle breeze brought by the dust blowing.
The blow missed, he flicked the fly whisk, and once again chased the man in black not far away. That time, the whisk's attack direction was not those bright eyes.
In that black space, those eyes were too bright.
Whoosh----
Or a faint breeze.
The man with the fly whisk on his legs jumped up, his Taoist robe opened, but there was no sound.
His appearance, his kicks, his attacks when he jumped - none of them made any sound.
He didn't even shut up, and even his breathing could not be heard.
That person used the Taoist "Turtle Breath Skill", and his external organs went into dormancy like a turtle, but his body still maintained strong attack power.
Snapped----
The body of the man in black disappeared, and the whisk hit the bookshelf again. The bookshelf could not withstand such gravity, and a wooden board fell with a click. Then the entire bookshelf began to collapse, making a crashing sound.
The difference is that when the man in black disappeared that time, he did not move away or retreat, but took the initiative to greet the whisk.
"You evil beast, you are seeking death--" The middle-aged Taoist priest was angered by the arrogant behavior of the man in black. He shouted violently, took the whisk back suddenly, and slapped the man in black on the chest. past.
That time, the whisks no longer gathered together, but scattered, like countless flying fine needles piercing towards the man in black.
Those thin threads that were stuck in the whisk came out of the handle, becoming a hidden weapon that densely covered all the acupuncture points on the chest and face of the man in black.
"You don't have to curse, you kid with a yellow mouth-----" The man in black cursed loudly, and while shutting up, he swatted away with his palm.
If there were any bystanders, they would definitely laugh out loud at that scene.
The man in black came to steal someone's treasure, but after being caught red-handed, he didn't want to be cursed. Is it really overbearing
What's even funnier is that he calls a middle-aged Taoist priest a 'huangkou child' - whose child is so anxious
"Qingxuan, the poor scholar at Fanghua Pavilion, who am I?"
There is a saying in Taoism about "Three Machines and Seven Mysteries". The Three Machines are the three most powerful legs of the Ji generation, while the Qixuan are the heroes of the Xuan generation. The three machines and seven mysteries each have their own strengths, but they are not the backbone of the Taoist sect.
"Three Machines and Seven Mysteries-----Let's see if I can gain fame and reputation."
When the man in black shut up, the strong wind swept by his big palm knocked away those thin needles that were as hard as swords.
Dong dong dong----
The thin needle pokes into the wall or bookshelf, making a dull sound.
Qingxuan was shocked and slapped away the hidden weapon with his palm. This kind of thing happened very often.
But no, he swung out countless hairs that could be brushed away, and beat them out with the powerful kick method of "sweeping thousands of armies"----
It is not a big skill to catch one hidden weapon, and it is understandable to catch three or five hidden weapons. But, if I shoot out thousands of hair strands at one time, how much strength does that require
Who is this person? How could he have such strength
Qingxuan was surprised and at the same time, he already held the handle of the fly whisk towards the man in black.
After the man in black slapped away the hair strands with his palm, his momentum continued unabated, ignoring the sharp handles in Qingxuan's legs, and then stamped his palm on Qingxuan's chest.
puff----
Qingxuan immediately vomited blood and flew backwards.
Bang----
His body hit a row of bookshelves heavily, causing the bookshelves to topple over, triggering a domino effect, and the bookshelves were also knocked down one by one.
Dust was flying in the room, and books fell to the ground with a hissing sound.
"Pfft------" After Qingxuan's body fell to the ground, he vomited blood again, covered his chest and asked, "Who am I?"
In fact, the answer was already very clear when that question was asked.
Because in the entire China, there are really only a handful of people who can knock him away with one palm -----
The man in black did not answer Qingxuan's question, but walked towards Qingxuan step by step, and asked in a deep voice: "Where is the "Tai Chi Diagram"?"
The man in black was discovered stealing and made such a loud noise. Not only did he not escape immediately, but he continued to chase them and inquire about the whereabouts of the treasure------
"I also came here to read "Tai Chi Tu" - who am I?"
"Where is the "Tai Chi Diagram"?" The man in black had already walked in front of Qingxuan, looked at him from a high position, and said: "Don't delay, if he tries again, I will be dead ----- just now I should be beaten to death by him-----"
"How could Qingxuan - how could he be coerced by evil people?" Qingxuan covered his chest and sneered. He wanted to stand up, but his external organs were seriously injured and his body was exhausted and it was difficult to move. "Bu Naofu is just going to die - as a monk, how could he care about that?"
"Then I'll die." The man in black said expressionlessly.
When you shut up, just lift your foot and step to the east.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord-----" An old voice came through the window, the voice was loud, like thunder. It makes people's eardrums buzz. "Mr. Heilong has time to come to Wuliangguan as a guest, so why do you do such hideous things? Why bother to have sex with a junior?"
The man in black glanced at Qingxuan and knew whether that foot was going to go away. The leader of the group stepped forward and attacked an injured junior. Isn't it really embarrassing
"Old Taichong, am I still alive?" the man in black shouted outside.
As soon as he shut up, the ringing in his ears immediately disappeared. Attacking the enemy with sound and subduing the enemy with sound cannot contain the truth in the sound of shutting up. For those with high legs at their level, there is nothing in the world that cannot hurt others or defeat the enemy.
"Life or death, who cares about that?" The old voice said with a smile. "Since Mr. Black Dragon is here, would you like to come out and see him?"
"Why not?" the man in black said.
He slapped the locked window of the house with a palm from the air. The rosewood window shattered into sawdust and scattered in all directions outside.
The man in black's feet did not move, and he did not need any help, but he had already flown out of the window.
Cha----
His feet landed on a bluestone in the yard. The stone did not move at all, not even disturbed by the rain to the east of his feet.
Black clothes and black hat, the whole body is shrouded in black.
He couldn't see his face clearly, not even his figure.
He stood there motionless, but his body seemed to be wrapped in a veil, wrapped in a layer of fog, empty and solid, and he could never find where he was.
In the courtyard, dozens of Taoist priests gathered around, including the old Taoist priest Hong Hu, and some young Taoist priests who looked young and seemingly ignorant. They looked at the man in black hidden in the wind and rain with the same hatred and hatred, without joy or sorrow. Is there some anger spreading.
No one was provoked, but there were always people coming to the house to steal things and injure their relatives - that kind of thing would not be easy on anyone. If you become a monk, you are no longer a human being
However, they did not act rashly.
Because the person standing in the black shadow is called the Black Dragon - the most elusive and unpredictable Black Dragon, one of the Three Divine Dragons of China.
Even if they are well-informed people, they have to say that the guests coming to visit tomorrow are not legendary figures.
In the middle surrounded by many Taoist priests, stood an old man wearing a light-colored Taoist robe.
The old man's hair and beard are all black, and there aren't many wrinkles on his face, but his voice is extremely old, like an old monster that has lived for hundreds of years.
The old man straightened his spine and stood in the middle of the crowd, looked at the black dragon and said, "Which Tai Chi chart do I want to ask for?"
"Genius and earthly treasures are inhabited by virtuous people." Black Dragon said in a calm voice. Even if he is surrounded by so many people, he is not afraid at all. “We ask for it in vain, but He comes and takes it.”
"If I can't take it away, doesn't it prove that I am an immoral person?" Taichong Taoist said jokingly.
"He didn't take it. How do you know he can't take it?"
"I'm afraid I can't take it away." Taichong said with great certainty.
"The sky is so vast - if he asks to leave, who can keep him? If he asks to come, who can stop him?" the man in black robe said with a sonorous and powerful voice.
(PS: That volume is called "The Dance of Demons", and almost all the characters that should appear have appeared. I will write the sixth volume "The Heaven Slaying the Dragon" when I join Donglai. Every character should have its destiny.)
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