After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 294 Wave Slash
"The meals are brought in by the women who are close to me. We also secretly asked those women. They are very strict with their mouths. If they don't say anything, they don't say anything. They also warned us not to spread nonsense."

"Is it so rare?"

"That's right. They are so expensive that they can't even bask in the sun. Unlike us, they come and go in the wind and rain."

The other peasant woman sighed: "Actually, we're pretty good. The things grown in our village are always sold to the Li family in the south, and the market is not worrying. In this famine year, we can still have a good meal. You see In other parts of the village, people are almost gone."

Aunt Liu hissed: "Then the noble lady is from the Li family, right? You see, the village chief enshrined her like an ancestor."

The two chatted for a few words, and suddenly felt tick-tock on their heads. When they looked up, they saw dark clouds and rain coming over.

The weather in the mountains was like a child's face, it might change several times a day, so the two had to hastily pack up their things and head home.

Before they had walked a few steps, dozens of riders came rushing up the mountain road, and the leading knight reined in and approached them, looking down at them: "Auntie, how do I get to Benlei Village?"

The companion opened her mouth to answer, but Aunt Liu twitched her, and said cautiously, "Who are you?"

The knight took out his waist card and waved it in front of the two of them: "Xiazhou government is running a business, please cooperate."

There was a faint light on the waist plate.Although Aunt Liu and Aunt Liu are illiterate, I heard that officials have a practical and shining treasure called Sheji Ling.

The waist card that the knight took out carried an intimidating majesty.

Aunt Liu felt guilty when she saw the thirty or so riders in full armor, so she stretched out her hand and pointed to the west: "Just walk a mile along the way."

The knight whistled, and more than 30 people rushed west.

At this time, the heavy rain came.

Aunt Liu and the two hugged the raccoon bucket, shrunk their heads, and hurried home with mud and water on their feet.

On the contrary, the two were surprisingly quiet, not cursing like usual.

Just now, what are those thirty or so riders going to do in Benlei Village?Really just business?

After a short while, the violent wind and rain hit people so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.

They had to go slower and slower.

When the two finally returned to the entrance of the village, they saw the group of knights coming towards them, as if they had finished their errands and planned to leave Benlei Village.

The difference from before is that there is an extra carriage in the team.

The carriage was surrounded by all the knights, like an escort or an escort.

Despite the torrential rain, the villagers gathered around to watch the fun.The place where Aunt Liu saw the most people was the village chief's house, and she couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise, "I really came to see the village chief!"

Everyone in Benlei Village knew each other, so she picked up a random farmer who was watching the fun: "Brother Li, what happened to the village chief's house?"

"It seems that the officials came and took a few people away from the village chief's house, saying that they were hiding wanted criminals!"

"Important criminal? What could it be?" Aunt Liu immediately thought of the so-called lady.

Another villager said, "It looks like someone is dead inside! I saw blood on the ground just now!"

Aunt Liu was startled and said, "Is the village chief's family dead?"

"I don't seem to be from the village chief's family..."

But the word got out, and soon became:
Many people died in the village head's family.

……

On the front lines of the two armies, it was also raining heavily.

The usually noisy barracks was quiet, everyone was hiding in the tents, only the guards on duty stood outside the tents and on the sentry tower with their heads bowed.

Snitches pay attention to stealing the wind but not the moon, and stealing the rain but not the snow. In fact, the same is true for the army's raids.

This kind of stormy weather is conducive to the opponent to take advantage of the situation to cover up the attack, so he has to guard against it.

So Yuan Jun actually tensed up his nerves and was on guard.

The water waves of the Han River began to frenzy in the afternoon, and the soldiers were careful to stay away from the shoreline, lest the river bank suddenly collapse.

Only He Dashao, the undefeated and immortal He Dashao, saw the rising water level and the turbulent waves, he raised his knife and went into the water with a long laugh.

This action frightened everyone, and the garrison soldiers rushed to report. Zhao Pan was afraid that Director He's beloved son would die in his camp, so he quickly sent someone to notify him.

He Chunhua also jumped up against the case, ready to bring this scoundrel back and give him a good scolding.Fortunately, at this time, Shan Youjun came back and explained that the young master was about to make a breakthrough and needed to go down the river to practice his sword skills.

What kind of sword technique can't be practiced on the shore or on the flat ground, but why go to the water with strong waves?

"Is he serious? What kind of sword technique did he practice?"

Shan Youjun replied: "Eldest Young Master said, it couldn't be more true, he practiced Bolang Dao."

He Chunhua thought for a while, then sat down slowly: "Go and stare at him. If you have anything to ask, you are the only one to ask!"

"Young Master is tied with a rope around his waist." Shan Youjun said with a smile, "If he is washed away, we can drag him ashore."

He Chunhua had no choice but to agree.

Zhao Pan shook his head secretly when he heard that it was such a result.

This Manager He is shrewd and quick-witted, so how could he be so indulgent to his own son?
Forget it, anyway, I have fulfilled my duty of reminder, so I don't care about the future.

Seeing the turbulent water, He Lingchuan took off his shirt, grabbed the Fusheng knife and went into the water.

He is not without brains, he still found a hard rock to stand on.

What is the name of the sword technique he practiced?
Wave cut it.

He has practiced hard for several months in combination of reality and dream for this sword technique, and he has made great progress in the words of fast, steady and accurate.This is because Wave Zhan itself can be combined with the Yan Hui body technique he practiced to become Hui Yan Zhan.

How light the swallow is, how swift his knife can be.

But the continuous, majestic and majestic momentum in the saber technique, he couldn't learn it.

After all, this sword technique is called "wave chopping", if you still want to chop without waves, the effect of practice will definitely be compromised.

He Lingchuan also took a knife into the big lake in Panlong's dream, and the water was deep enough, but after trying it, he felt that it was not wavy enough, and it was freezing to death.

How could he not cherish this heaven-sent opportunity now?
The strength of the water flow is getting stronger and stronger.The first dozens of times he swung the knife to chop the water, not only had no effect, but was also bent, his feet slipped, and he did not know how much water he had eaten.

The guards above were pointing and pointing, laughing at the idiot below.

But gradually, He Lingchuan didn't stagger so much, even though the stones under his feet were washed smooth.

The true power that was usually kept in the dantian worked efficiently, pouring water into his feet, making his hem as firm as a rock.

After that, his swinging of the knife became slower and slower.

Only by being slow can we be stable; only by being slow can we be coherent.

Slower, the blade receives stronger momentum.

As the water swirled past him, He Lingchuan began to recall the shots that Commander Xiao Maoliang took against the giant Meng Shan in the Yanqing River Valley.

And Nian Songyu, who was possessed by a god, fought against the black dragon in the illusion of the dragon, and her saber skills were also open and closed, and her domineering side leaked.

And when he was silently reciting the mantra of chopping waves, what he had to use the environment to fully experience was the ups and downs of the water waves, continuous, invisible and powerful.

One yellow wave after another hit, He Lingchuan had never felt the pain of being pushed, squeezed, and torn in all directions.

This may also be the essence of Wave Slash:
For the use of "force".

When he was unwavering and slashed out the No.60 seven knives, the waves of water rushing in front of him seemed to stagnate slightly, and the momentum on him was greatly reduced.

But Shan Youjun from above was already pointing to the west and yelling: "Boss, come up quickly, a huge wave is coming!"

Immediately afterwards, a wave hit He Lingchuan's forehead, and he was already submerged.

Pfft, he took a sip, put away the knife and pulled the rope.I came here to practice the knife, not to really throw myself into the river.

All the guards on the shore worked together to drag him up.

He Lingchuan was drenched all over, and just shook his head when a big wave swept across the river bank, burying the rocks on which he was originally standing under the water with a bang.

The waves were too big, everyone retreated quickly.

The Han River was originally clear, but the big waves rushing down from the west carried countless mud, sand, earth, rocks, and branches, and they were as brave as a yellow dragon.

The ground under his feet trembled with this force.He Lingchuan leaned his knife on the ground, silently feeling Dahe's rage, and his heart was also surging, as if resonating.

Water is impermanent but powerful, just like the sword intent he realized.

Rainwater flowed down his forehead to his chin. He Lingchuan pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, and suddenly slashed forward obliquely.

The small tree directly in front was still dancing wildly in the strong wind, its branches swaying wildly, but none of them fell.

The speed with which he swings the knife is not fast, and his shots are crooked.

Shan Youjun and the others didn't say anything, and the sentinel not far away couldn't help laughing.

Is this Young Master He the head of a silver gun candle?In a rainy day, the river splits the water, and I have to show off again when I come up, but not a single leaf is cut off, which is so funny.

I thought standing guard by the river was dangerous and boring, but I didn't know that I could still watch a theater today.

He Lingchuan put the saber back into its sheath with a clang, smiled at them, turned around and left.

They walked five or seven feet away, and the two sentries were still chatting and laughing, and then they heard a muffled "click".

When they looked back, a piece of ground on the bank that was bigger than the round table suddenly cracked, first it was a crack, then it became a ditch, and then, this piece of hard mud fell directly into the rushing river.

This piece of ground is about ten feet behind the small tree that He Lingchuan chopped.

The two stopped laughing and looked at each other.

Could it be that Young Master He's saber energy passed through the wildly dancing young tree and cut off the shore behind?
It has not rained for a whole winter, so one can imagine how hard the ground on the waterfront is.How much force is needed to break it.

Besides, the hundreds of branches of the little tree dance wildly in the wind, and the saber energy can shuttle through it without hurting a bit?
Is this a coincidence?definitely is.

He Lingchuan didn't bother to care what the two of them thought. After he slashed that knife due to the situation and timing, his mind was cleared, his breath was refreshed, and his breathing became smoother, and the stagnation feeling of being soaked in water was swept away. .

Can I have another shot?

It's hard to say, he doesn't know either.

On the occasion of this coincidence, he dare not say that his cultivation base and realm have improved, but at least he has broken through the sword intent and made himself more harmonious.

The wave cutting technique has taken a small step forward.

Just wait for him to strengthen and consolidate as soon as possible.

So he briskly returned to the tent all the way, while playing a little tune.

But when he passed the Chinese army tent, he seemed to hear a dispute coming from inside, including the voice of his father He Chunhua.

He Lingchuan didn't think much, and was about to plunge in.

The soldiers guarding the tent refused: "Stop, don't enter unless you pass it on!"

He Lingchuan didn't bother to argue with him, so he yelled, "Daddy!"

"Chuan'er?" He Chunhua's voice came out, "Come in!"

(End of this chapter)