I practice ruthless way

The Yitian faction and Gushan have been fighting against each other for many years, so they are very familiar with each other's moves.Although Liu Wuxin's movements were stiff for a moment, she quickly reacted. She made a wrong step, turned around to avoid the vital point, raised her sword again, and took advantage of Xiao Man's move, still facing each other with her back, and quickly made a move!

Xiao Man's response was no slower than his, he didn't even turn his head, his steps were staggered, and he walked east and west like a snake for a few steps, avoiding Liu Wuxin's counterattack, and at the same time turned his wrist and raised his sword.

He moved so fast that he couldn't count how many swords he had unleashed, only chaotic sword lights could be seen on the ring.

Liu Wuxin did not lose the wind, he kept up with Xiao Man's walking speed, and kept up with Xiao Man's sword wind and sword shadow. From this moment on, the sound of fighting has never stopped.

Dangdang!

The sound of the sword was so intense that the apricot blossoms on the apricot tree fell one after another, changing from a spring rain to a snowstorm.

The snow falls on the crowd, but it cannot float onto the ring. There is an atmosphere here, and it is a world of its own.

People are like the wind, swords are like the wind, and when the sword light explodes, it looks like a swimming dragon.After about ten breaths, Xiao Man changed his back to Liu Wuxin and quickly drew his sword while moving forward, turned around abruptly, seeing Hong Chen pressing first and then picking in his hands, he slashed towards Liu Wuxin.

This change happened so quickly, Liu Wuxin didn't expect Xiao Man's attack at all, but he also made a lightning-fast decision to forcibly accept this move.

Xiao Man's second move came again.

——He took advantage of the force Liu Wuxin sent out to retreat a little, creating a space for himself to use the sword, stepping forward in staggered steps, taking four steps, and falling four afterimages in the air.And the last step was settled, seeing Hongchen pointing to the sky in his hands, he pulled out a sword flower, turned around and sent it out!

This is a move in the nameless swordsmanship that Shen Jiankong taught him, so the move is naturally nameless.

But powerful to the extreme!

Liu Wuxin immediately realized that she had made the wrong choice just now—even, from the moment she chose to avoid Xiao Man's trick "I don't know if spring is here" and then pursued him, she was wrong.Liu Wuxin wanted to turn sideways or retreat, but just now he received a forceful move, and the sword was too late to withdraw, and there was no way to avoid it.

The sky here is shining brightly, but it is cold, windy and snowy, this is not a sword, it is clearly sharp frost, accumulated for many years, no matter how warm the sun is, it will not melt!

trap.

The trap hidden deep in the extremely cold place is covered with ice, making it difficult for people to distinguish!

But Liu Wuxin was not reconciled, he tried to raise his sword to meet the attack, using the most powerful move in Yitian swordsmanship, trying to break the boat.Unexpectedly, Xiao Man even guessed his response, the moment he made a move, the sword suddenly rose, followed by that nameless move, and then struck again.

Attacking from the left to the right, with a feint, avoiding the piercing sword wind, he slashed Liu Wuxin's face!

This is Xue Yifeng's sword technique, it is specially used to restrain the Yitian faction's move.

——What an astonishing ability to predict!

Liu Wuxin was hit three times in a row and retreated three steps in a row. After three steps, she still couldn't stabilize her figure, so she fell to her knees with a bang. Ask Xiao Man:

"What kind of sword technique was that move before?"

"My uncle taught me the sword technique." Xiao Man replied, retracting his sword and turning around.

This is a battle between individuals, it is a sword of joy, it is famous, it is young and unrestrained, and it is elegant, so there is not much blood and pride in the battle, and Xiao Man - from the beginning to the end, there is no too much in his eyes. Emotional.

However, it did not prevent the applause of the spectators below the ring, and the applause of all Gushan disciples above the ring.

When Xiao Man returned to the seat in Gushan, someone rushed forward immediately, this time it was not Qu Hanxing, but Song Ci.

"Little Master Uncle, you are really amazing!" Song Ci yelled, "As expected of Little Master Uncle!"

Xiao Man used a little spiritual power to shake people away, and sat down with a flick of clothes: "I haven't won the final battle yet, so there's no need to."

"Little Master Uncle will definitely be able to do it!" Song Ci showed his left and right thumbs.

Qu Hanxing set up a square table in front of Xiao Man, filled it with fruits and pastries, picked up the kettle, poured out a glass of water, held it in both hands, and handed it to Xiao Man: "Brother Man, you must be tired after fighting for so long. , drink some water and some snacks, please."

"Today's game was beautiful." Wei Chuyun smiled, "I'll treat you later, and I'll give you two more lamb chops as a reward."

Xiao Man took the water, but refused to Wei Chuyun: "No need."

Wei Chuyun asked: "Did you get tired of eating yesterday?"

"No." Xiao Man said, his tone was light but firm, "Food is not necessary, I want to think about the sword for a while."

"I'll ponder with you." Wei Chuyun said.

Xiao Man shook his head: "I already have some thoughts, and I want to think alone."

Wei Chuyun was pleasantly surprised at first, and was about to say congratulations, when he suddenly realized something, and his expression sank: "...the idea given by Feng Master Yan?"

"It's like he woke me up." Xiao Man replied.

The next match is the competition in the Biebei Tower, and it will take a while to start. After Xiao Man finished speaking, he took out a sword manual from the Qiankun Ring and looked down.

Wei Chuyun felt uncomfortable.

Just now Xiao Man competed with Liu Wuxin from the Yitian faction, the last move he used was the sword technique from Xueyi Peak; and now he is holding the sword manual of Xueyi Peak that he is constantly flipping through.

Xueyi Peak Xueyi Peak——According to what he heard, since coming to Bailuzhou, the owner of Xueyi Peak, Yan Wushu, lived with Xiao Man every night.

Wei Chuyun clenched his hands under the sleeves into fists. After a while, he stood up with a flick of his sleeves: "I have something to do, let's go first."

"Where is Junior Brother Wei going?" Song Ci was the one who asked the question.

"Probably dealing with family affairs." Qu Hanxing said while nibbling on melon seeds.

Not long after, today's second match—and the last match began.The little sage of Medicine Valley bid farewell to the North Tower, and faced off against a Guiyuan Shangjing disciple of Gaefeng Castle.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, the surroundings couldn't stop cheering and shouting, but he still covered his eyes with white satin, his brows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to reveal a bit of pity and melancholy.

The person who fought Biebeilou last time was Wei Chuyun. With his extraordinary strength, Biebeilou changed his previous style and made many moves.

Among the spectators, many people thought that this match would be as exciting and intense as yesterday, or even better than yesterday, but Bie Beilou made only ten moves, and in the blink of an eye, he won the opponent.

"This—" The melon seeds in Qu Hanxing's hand fell back onto the table with a thud.

"It seems that Junior Brother Wei is not very lucky." Song Ci sighed, "If I had changed my opponent yesterday, maybe I could have entered the top four."

Xiao Man withdrew his gaze, feeling a little disappointed. He originally thought that Bie Beilou could use more moves in this battle.

"I'm going back to Bailuzhou." Xiao Man stood up, said to everyone, and disappeared.

It was still early and the sky was bright, Xiao Man rented a black boat at the pier of Bailuzhou, and floated on the river alone.He sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, lowered his eyes, thinking about sword moves.

Bie Beilou showed too little. Yesterday's battle with Wei Chuyun seemed to have some of Xue Yifeng's sword intent in it, but it was only a few.Biebeilou has made many changes. It can turn the sword intent into the sound of the qin, and can directly use the qin as a sword. It is really a wonderful idea.

So how should he deal with it?

Xiao Man imagined such a scene in his mind - he and Bie Beilou were standing on the ring, he was holding the sword, Bie Beilou was holding the piano.

Time passed away like flowing water, Xiao Man drew up dozens of plans in his mind, but none of them were very satisfactory.

Maybe it's because the mountains are getting west and the fishing boats are singing late, which disturbs Qingsi.Xiao Man raised his eyelids, intending to return the boat and go to other places to think about it. He never thought that there would be someone more on the opposite side.

The place where he was sitting was the bow of the boat, and the person opposite him was hanging in the void, some distance away from him, holding a fishing rod in his hand, fishing.The evening wind blew the hem of his clothes, and it turned into a black color that was too thick to melt away.

——Who is this person if not Yan Wushu?

Seeing Xiao Man opened his eyes, Yan Wushu smiled slightly: "Little uncle has been competing for several days, and he must be very tired. My nephew found a spiritual spring in Guangling City. Few people come and it is full of spiritual energy. I would like to invite you go."

"No." Xiao Man flatly refused.

"Little Martial Uncle—" Yan Wushu called him in a drawn-out tone.

Xiao Man stood up, tapped his toes, and flew into the air.The awning boat sailed towards the pier, while he walked to the other side.

Yan Wushu's posture remained unchanged, he still sat cross-legged, fishing with a fishing rod in his hand, and moved at the same level as Xiao Man.The fishhook cut through the water surface, causing a thin ripple. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "My son seems to be breaking his shell. Bubbling in the spiritual spring is good for him."

"Why don't you go to act?" Xiao Man glanced at him in disbelief.

"It's true." Yan Wushu said seriously, took out the snow-white egg from his sleeve, and handed it to Xiao Man, "If you don't believe me, feel it."

Xiao Manli ignored him, tapped his toes again, walked to the poor water, flew into the window, and returned to the room.

Yan Wushu followed in, but left the fishing rod outside, and said to Xiao Man holding the egg: "You used to think that your son was bald and his fur was not beautiful enough, but now, he is working so hard and desperately trying to change and improve, so you shouldn't give him some encouragement." ?”

Then he suggested: "If you don't want to be alone with me, I'll call your friends together?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Man turned around, stared at him with dark eyes, and said in a slightly puzzled tone: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I want you to spend more time with Ah Tu." Yan Wushu said with a smile.

He stopped calling Ah Tu his "son", and stretched out his hand to Xiao Man, with the egg lying in his palm.

Xiao Man lowered his eyes and saw that compared with yesterday, the body of the egg had definitely changed.

And at this moment, a crisp "click" came from the egg.The spiritual energy overflowing from the egg body became extremely rich at this moment, Xiao Man was the closest, and was rushed by the spiritual energy, giving birth to a kind of drunken elation.

Yan Wushu's expression changed immediately, he formed a formation with one hand, closed the door and window, restrained Fu Zhu who was unable to control himself, and then attracted the spiritual power of the whole room to Xiao Man's body, without wasting a single bit.

Then he said "go" and left with Xiao Man and Dan.

Xiao Man didn't refute or resist. Inside this egg is the god Lu Fuzhu, still in the egg, fragile and young, if someone with a heart finds out, disaster will surely come.

In this way, the spiritual spring that Yan Wushu found became the best place to go.

In a blink of an eye, he arrived at Lingquan, which is located in a mountain to the west of Guangling City. His consciousness swept over him, but there was no sign of anyone except for the birds, animals, flowers, and bushes all over the mountain.

"This is a legacy left by a certain senior. If it wasn't for the right timing, it would be hard to find." Yan Wushu explained the reason for the lack of people to Xiao Man, took out a wooden tray from the Qiankun ring, placed Fuzhu on it, Unlocked the formation restriction and pushed it into the water.

The aura belonging to Fuzhu drifted out from the cracks in the eggshell again, and Xiao Man noticed that it was in a very happy mood now.

This spring is not big, it can accommodate about seven or eight people, and white mist rises from the water surface, like clouds.Surrounded by creeping plants, the stars are blooming, and under the burning sunset, it is truly beautiful.

"Little Phoenix, won't you come down to have a bubble?" Yan Wushu sat down in the spring, removed his clothes, revealing his smooth and graceful arms and upper body, seeing Xiao Man still standing, asked with a smile.

Xiao Man's eyes swept over him, looked at the egg floating in the center, and asked: "You want to put it here until it completely breaks the shell?"

"That would take too long." Yan Wushu shook his head.

"What are you going to do?"

Yan Wushu: "It won't release such a strong spiritual energy all the time, and it will go back after this period of time has passed."

Xiao Man's expression became somewhat unspeakable: "Come back when it becomes thicker?"

This question hit the nail on the head, Yan Wushu quickly moved his son on the tray to him: "Wait a moment, I will discuss it with my son."

Xiao Man looked around, Fuzhu's shell was broken, the already rich aura here almost soared to the sky, even if there was no wind, the vines and flower branches swayed involuntarily, as if drunk in it.

It is an excellent place to practice, if you just stand there, it will be a waste.

Thinking of this, Xiao Man walked into the spiritual spring.

Yan Wushu talked with Fuzhu with his spiritual sense, after a while, he raised his head: "My son said it can..." He stopped in the middle of speaking, with a look of surprise on his face: "Little Fenghuang, don't you take off your clothes in the bath? "

"What does it have to do with you?" Xiao Man said expressionlessly, "What did it say?"

"My son said that when the first fissure was formed, the overflow of spirit energy was unavoidable, but the subsequent ones could be held back—for seven or eight days." Yan Wushu laughed, "We had already returned to Gushan by then."

Xiao Man let out a "hmm" and lowered his eyes.

He sat diagonally across from Yan Wushu, his clothes were soaked with water, his plain white became transparent, and he stuck to his body tightly, drawing out the lines perfectly.

The black hair hanging from the back spread out on the surface of the water, rising and falling with the waves, and in the water, the white robe floated up and down, gathered and then spread out, narrowing the waist even more, making it unbearable.

But her eyes were lowered, her expression was cold and cold, half of her side face was hidden in the burning afterglow, so beautiful that she didn't look like anything in the world.

Looking at Xiao Man like this, Yan Wushu felt a little dry in his heart, and with a slight movement of the tip of his tongue, he pushed his upper jaw.

But at this moment, in this situation, he dare not act rashly.

There are flowering branches brushing across the water, shaking off the fragrant wind.In a distant place, the setting sun slanted, gradually slanted and sank, and finally fell.

Naturally, Xiao Man would not let go of the tranquility here. While absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, he was thinking about how to deal with Biebeilou.

That person is only returning to the upper realm of Yuanyuan, how did he become so strong?He couldn't see through it even with the eyesight of the former Taixuan Realm.

Thinking about it, a tray floated in front of Xiao Man. He thought it was Fuzhu playing in the water, but when he glanced away from the corner of his eye, it turned out to be a wine bottle and a wine glass.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Yan Wushu who was diagonally opposite.The latter smiled: "Wine, it's been awake for a while, it's sweet, not strong."

Sweet, not strong.

This is not Yan Wushu's drinking preference, he has always preferred strong alcohol, and he likes the feeling of bitter liquor burning his throat the most.

Because that's exciting.

Maybe it was because the Lingquan was too comfortable to soak in, or maybe it was the starlight and moonlight shining on the water, the silence was beautiful, Xiao Man looked at the wine in front of him, and rarely said more to Yan Wushu.

He said: "Why take care of my taste so much."

Xiao Man's tone was as calm as ever, but it reminded Yan Wushu of the past.

At that time they were in the Taoist Hall of Xueyi Peak, he said that Xiao Man hadn't made tea for a long time, and Xiao Man replied that he didn't like drinking tea.

In those years, Yan Wushu really didn't notice this, because a long, long time ago, when he was recuperating in the Jokhang Temple, Xiao Man began to make tea for him every day.

It's so used to it that it never occurred to me to think about other things.

"I was negligent before." Yan Wushu said softly, "From now on, I won't."

"It doesn't have to be like this." Xiao Man said.

The wine in front of me is very fragrant, it is the sweet aroma of grapes, slightly bitter and bitter, but not offensive.Xiao Man thought about not being able to see through the North Tower, so why not drink something to see if he can change his mind and get inspiration.

Xiao Man poured himself a glass, sipped slowly for a little bit, and then drank the whole glass.

It is sweet, not bitter, and not sour.I can't say I like it much, but it doesn't prevent me from having another drink.

While drinking, he thought about the countermeasures, and he drank most of the bottle of wine without realizing it.

Suddenly a burst of sleepiness came to him, Xiao Man felt strange, raised his eyelids, and looked around.

That look was very blank.

Yan Wushu had been paying attention to Xiao Man, leaned forward upon seeing this, and asked, "Little Master Uncle, are you... drunk?"

He was asking tentatively, but Xiao Man raised his hand to cover his face, and yawned slowly.There was water in the eyes, and after a while, the eyelids drooped, and they could no longer be seen.

Yan Wushu got up and walked towards him.

Xiao Man didn't respond.

Yan Wushu stood in front of him and poked his face with his finger.

Still no response.

Breathing evenly and long, fell asleep.

"Are you really drunk?" Yan Wushu was very surprised.

This is just a bottle of ordinary fruit wine. Ordinary people can drink it like water, but practitioners have always been able to drink twice as much as ordinary people. I have never heard of anyone getting drunk after drinking this.

Surprised, Yan Wushu had mixed emotions.

Xiao Man's complexion was not red, his cheeks were still fair, his expression was a little less indifferent than when he was meditating on a daily basis, and his sleeping face was peaceful and serene.

How many years has it been since I saw such a well-behaved Xiao Man?

It's been many years.

Yan Wushu stared at Xiao Man for a long time, raised his finger again, and poked him in the face, then stretched out his hand to put on his clothes, picked him up, stepped out of the water, and used spells to dry the wet water on his body, then waved his sleeves, The egg floating on the water was taken back into the sleeve.

Starlight and moonlight covered Guangling, he went back to Bailuzhou, took advantage of the moonlight without lighting the lights in the house, and placed Xiao Man on the bed that he had never slept on.

Yan Wushu sat down at the head of the bed, looked at Xiao Man's face, and thought about some things. When he caught a glimpse of the hand wearing the Buddhist bead from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but grabbed it and played with his slender, white fingers.

"It's really a little phoenix." Yan Wushu said in a low voice, squeezed his fingers into Xiao Man's, and made a gesture of interlocking his fingers.

Maybe he moved too much and disturbed the sleeping person.At this moment, Xiao Man raised his eyelids.

The moonlight turned around and just fell on him, making his eyes extraordinarily bright.Xiao Man's hand was already held by Yan Wushu, and he exerted a sudden force, pulling him back and pressing him onto the bed.

The plain white robes were scattered, the untwisted black hair was scattered, and the whole body was black and red, and it was straight at Yan Wushu's throat.