Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

The monk turned pale and turned to look at the pulpit angrily.

"It's really a good plan for you to let your disciples act as spectators when you have so few students." He said coldly.

"How can you say that? I'm just an ordinary commoner." Zhao Xuehan said with a grin, with a look of embarrassment, "I went to the forum you sent a few days ago, no one remembers me? "

"If you want to say that I am different." He picked up the rune on the ground and tore it into pieces, "It's just a faster reaction."

He smiled at the monk: "Do you want to try again, Immortal?"

The monk's face was livid, and he stood up suddenly. He kicked up a few stones from the ground, and the stones shot toward Zhao Xuehan's calf like bullets.

Zhao Xuehan had expected it a long time ago, dodged and dodged, grabbed a handful of bigger stones and threw them back.The stones collided with each other, bounced back a few moments and hit the monk's leg, causing the monk to grin in pain.

Sure enough, he is useless, Zhao Xuehan thought to himself.This cultivator's moves and speed are not even comparable to that of Daoist Lu. He is probably an unknown soldier in the sect, and no one cares.

"Is there any more?" Zhao Xuehan clapped his hands and hooked his fingers towards the monk with a provocative demeanor.

The monk's face became paler, he let out a few heavy breaths, straightened up half of his body, stretched his hands to the sky, stared at Zhao Xuehan fiercely with his eyes, and muttered something.The surrounding air instantly became heavier.

A sense of oppression hit, Zhao Xuehan was startled, this guy was going to use a big move to deal with me!Just as he was thinking about where to hide, he saw a few beams of white light emitting from the direction of the pulpit, swishing twice towards the monk, forming a cage shape, trapping the monk in it.

The white light gradually approached the monk, and when the monk's cuff touched the edge of the light beam, he immediately tore it open.The monk Benqiang chanted the mantra with all his energy. At this moment, cold sweat broke out on his face. He quickly stopped the practice, put away his hands and curled up his body.

"This monk of the Qingxiao sect," said Headmaster Feng's voice from the rostrum, he was extremely majestic, "You are competing with mortals. You are bullying the weak, and now you intend to use the tricks to deal with monsters to destroy their bodies. If you do this Well, innocent mortals will die at the hands of monks of the Qingxiao sect during the winter meeting, and if it is passed on to the sect, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Surrounded by the sword light, the monk shivered and dared not speak.

"I thought you were impatient for a while, and it wasn't your intention, so you didn't report this matter to Master Liang," said Master Feng, waving his hand, and the sword light rose and gathered, and returned to his waist, "but please hurry up Leave the pulpit I sent to avoid further incidents."

When the monk saw the white light leaving, he quickly collapsed to the ground.His companion looked displeased, glared at Zhao Xuehan fiercely, pulled up the cultivator on the ground and left.

Zhao Xuehan watched the two figures disappear at the gate of the city, then turned around and clasped fists on the stage. "I'm very sorry for interrupting the lecture," he said, "please continue."

The cultivator on the stage stared at Zhao Xuehan for a while, then stepped off the stage and whispered something to the master.Zhao Xuehan saw Headmaster Feng nodded, and the monk walked towards him.

Zhao Xuehan panicked, and had the urge to slip away with oil on his feet.The cultivator walked up to Zhao Xuehan and gave him a slight salute. "We are going to explain swordsmanship next," he said, "Can you please come on stage and help teach?"

No... No way!Zhao Xue broke out in cold sweat.If I really want to go up, what if I get exposed?

The surrounding audience started booing. "Amazing little brother!" He heard such a sentence from the crowd, "If I am invited to the stage, there are nine out of ten that I want to accept you as my disciple."

The cultivator obviously also heard this sentence, he looked at Zhao Xuehan and did not deny it.

Zhao Xuehan clenched his hands involuntarily.If you want to run now, I'm afraid it will arouse the monks' suspicion, so why not go up and help them at will.he thought helplessly.If you really plan to accept me, I will just find a reason to refuse directly.

It is this that cannot be told to Yan Ke.If he knew that I stood up and pretended to be aggressive, and was invited to the stage because I acted too well, he would probably really beat me up.Zhao Xuehan bit his back molars nervously, and nodded towards the monk.

The monk smiled slightly, and led Zhao Xuehan to the stage.The platform was indeed very weak, every time Zhao Xuehan took a step, the wood under his feet would make a sound.

He handed Zhao Xuehan a wooden sword, and taught him a few postures, and Zhao Xuehan obediently followed them one by one.After seeing Zhao Xuehan doing it, the cultivator faced the audience and talked about a set of entraining qi like body.The way of gathering the energy of heaven and earth in the sword.

"If there is intention in the sword, the wooden knife can also cut iron like mud." The monk said, nodding his head slightly at Zhao Xuehan, "Can you hold the sword in your hand and help me demonstrate it."

Zhao Xuehan nodded, and assumed a posture of holding a sword to resist.The cultivator smiled slightly, and after swinging the wooden sword in the air in a circle, he slowly slashed at the sword in Zhao Xuehan's hand.

The monk's movements were extremely slow, like an eighty-year-old man doing radio gymnastics, but when the wooden blade touched his own sword, Zhao Xuehan suddenly felt the wind blowing over the blade, and the sword in his hand instantly split into two sections, and the upper end fell off. fall to the ground.

The monk waved his hand, and someone from the audience brought a new wooden sword.

"Just now is the mind as the sword. No matter what kind of sword you have in hand, you can use it like a real sword." The monk said, handing the new wooden sword into Zhao Xuehan's hands, "But a powerful sword repairer, or a Qi repairer , you will definitely get a sword that suits you. If the sword fits with you, you will be able to achieve the unity of human and sword, and be invincible."

"Your Excellency has not practiced before, so the qi in the body has not yet become regular," the monk said, "but you can follow what I said just now, imagine yourself converging the qi in your body into the sword, and then come and try my move."

Zhao Xuehan nodded.What the monk just said was very clear, but I felt a little illusory when I did it.He didn't think that he would be able to successfully collect energy into the sword all at once, but just imitated it in his mind, and then held the sword in his hand, ready to meet the monk's moves.

The monk obviously didn't think that Zhao Xuehan could succeed all at once. He slowly swung his sword and approached Zhao Xuehan's blade. Hold on tightly.

The monk was startled, and a look of joy appeared on his face.He turned his head to look at his head, and then faced Zhao Xuehan, his voice was a little excited: "I only said it once, and you have learned it! It really is a talent!"

Zhao Xuehan was not happy at all.He didn't know what happened, and he was about to shed a cold sweat. "Is...really?" He answered vaguely, slowly putting down the sword behind his back, "I...by chance."

The monk obviously didn't realize that Zhao Xuehan had the intention of avoiding it, so he took a few steps forward: "Can I have a few more tricks with you?"

Zhao Xuehan felt apprehensive, if he really did the right trick and he was very satisfied with himself, would he offend the Yuan Cheng faction by categorically rejecting the invitation of the entry-level sect?Before he finished thinking, the monk raised his sword and slashed towards Zhao Xuehan.

Zhao Xuehan shook his hands, and his body moved subconsciously. He blocked the monk's attack with a horizontal sword.

The cultivator's expression became more and more happy, and he accelerated his attack speed. He jumped up, swung his sword in a graceful arc in the air, and stabbed straight at Zhao Xuehan.

Zhao Xuehan didn't have time to stop it, so he had to forcefully catch the monk's move.He had never practiced swords before, but now he was very familiar with it, and confronted the monk with every move.

As the sword wind passed by, Zhao Xuehan felt an inexplicable change in his heart. He intercepted the monk's slashing, and a fire seemed to burn in his heart, burning his internal organs, making him extremely irritable.

Get it over... get it over.He bit his lip, suppressed the anger in his heart, and muttered softly involuntarily, and slashed at the blade of the monk's sword. The monk dodged to dodge, but the tip of the wooden sword was chopped off by Zhao Xuehan.

Zhao Xuehan stared coldly at the corner of the sawdust flying in the air. In an instant, a small spark ignited on the sawdust, and it was instantly burned to ashes.

However, the cultivator didn't seem to notice it. He flew up, turned over in the air and stood on the stage, posing for the next wave of attacks.

Zhao Xuehan stared at the monk gloomyly, and licked his lips.He suddenly felt a desire to kill.This longing made the corners of his eyes slightly red.

Wait for him to come.He thought, wait for him to come.He will definitely attack from the upper left, with the sword straight to his chest.If I dodged the blade, turned around and slashed at his defenseless belly...

...Then this cultivator will definitely be broken in two, and the blood will flow all over the viscera.

The monk attacked him as expected, Zhao Xuehan slightly bent his legs and raised the knife.A red light flashed on the blade.

Head Feng was calmly watching the two demonstrate the teaching, but at this moment his eyes widened.He took two quick steps towards the stage and raised his arms.

However, before he could take any action, Zhao Xuehan's hand froze on the stage, and the knife fell to the ground with a slap. The cultivator hurriedly stepped on his feet, put away the blade, and barely managed to chop Zhao Xuehan's head off.

A sharp female voice came from the crowd: "Second son! You don't study hard! What are you doing here again!"

Zhao Xuehan followed the prestige, and saw a strange aunt with thick eyebrows and a flower jacket looking at him angrily, pushing aside the crowd and walking towards the stage.

He looked puzzled and slightly bent his arms.Just when he was about to raise the knife, his hand holding the knife seemed to be frozen suddenly, so stiff that he couldn't move at all.

Fortunately, the cold made Zhao Xuehan wake up in an instant.He let out a guilty breath, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

I didn't know what was going on, but I really wanted to kill the monk in front of me just now.

The aunt climbed onto the stage clumsily, dragged Zhao Xuehan's arm and walked down the stage. "You're so ambitious!" She scolded viciously, "I didn't see you for a while, so you sneaked here." She poked Zhao Xuehan's forehead with her hand, "I tell you, if you fail the exam this year Now, I'll break your legs!"

Zhao Xuehan was confused, and was about to break free from this strange aunt, but saw the aunt winking at him, with a line of small words next to her head: "I am your Brother Dong. Don't say anything else. Come with me."

Zhao Xuehan immediately understood and pretended to be reluctant to be dragged off the stage by the aunt.The monk immediately reached out to stop him.

"Ma'am," he said, "Lingzi is quite talented in comprehending Taoism. It would be a pity if you don't practice Taoism. We Yuancheng Sect think..."

"Don't tell me this!" Auntie waved her hand viciously, "You Taoist priests are all liars! You just want to trick us honest children into leaving our hometown to suffer. Don't think my second son can be fooled by you!"

"Ma'am..." The monk still wanted to persuade, but the aunt quickly took off the shoes on her feet, held them up in her hands, and slapped the monk on the face: "Hurry up and get out!"

The monk didn't dare to do anything to the aunt, so he had to turn around and look at the master for help, but the master Feng stared at the woman's figure motionlessly, without showing any sign of it.

Seeing that there was no one to stop her, the aunt grabbed Zhao Xuehan and ran into the city like flying into an alley.

Seeing that no one was chasing her, she exhaled lightly, and looked at Zhao Xuehan reproachfully.

"You're too careless," Wen Tiandong said, "What if the identity of the Demon Lord is discovered?"

"I..." Zhao Xuehan whispered helplessly, "I don't know either, I just don't know why..."

Suddenly, Wen Tiandong's eyes changed, he quickly covered Zhao Xuehan's mouth, and looked up at the end of the alley.

Zhao Xuehan also followed Wen Tiandong's gaze.

On the bluestone road, between the green brick walls, stood a figure of a person.