Returning to Yunzhuang, the moonlight is as bright as day.
A huge pine tree is located on the west side of Zhuangzi, with its top swaying back and forth in the wind.
No one noticed that there was a strange man in green sitting on the top of the pine tree. If ordinary people saw it, they would never imagine that it was a human being, and they would even think that it was a mysterious person.
The weird man looked at the yard not far away, where the girl was trying to please a little yellow cat with a bath, and her breathing, which was originally vague, gradually became heavier.
After pondering for a moment, he took out the jade flute from his waist and started playing.
Then, a clear and soft sound of the cave flute floated down from the sky above Guiyun Village.
In Guiyun Village, the village owners who were congratulating each other, whether they were drinking or enjoying the girls' in-depth exchanges, when they heard the continuous sound of the flute, their hearts swayed, their blood boiled, and then they began to dance.
Guo Jing in the courtyard frowned and quickly covered the girl's ears. As for Brother Le, he has never seen anyone who can hurt the little yellow cat.
The sight seemed to have no effect on Guo Jing, and the strange flute sound became more urgent.
Guo Jing concentrated his mind to analyze. The sound of the flute was extremely strange. It seemed to be able to arouse the spirit of others, and it could also resonate with the true energy and internal organs in the body. After thinking about it for a while, he had some new insights.
In the spiritual world, everything is a field, a light, and a wave. If you use this sonic method to attack, you can defeat one against a hundred or a thousand against those who are not strong enough.
After a while, he noticed that the face of his adopted sister in his arms began to turn red. Guo Jing quickly took out two bunches of golden hair from his arms and stuffed them into her ears. He also took out the flute and started playing.
The sound of the flute is continuous and sharp, without any sense of beauty, but it seems to have a miraculous effect on this sound attack, directly disrupting the opponent's rhythm.
Miao Le looked at the golden hair in the girl's ears and fell into deep thought. He remembered that except when he had a breakthrough, he never shed hair at other times!
The little yellow cat stretched out its tail in front of his eyes and looked at it again and again.
Huang Rong, who was originally confused, felt a cool wind blowing through her mind, and she suddenly became energetic. She opened her eyes, and then she saw the broad back of her sweetheart.
He has been protecting himself!
The enemy seemed to be unable to defeat Guo Jing, and the flute sound became more and more urgent, and Guo Jing became rude and pointed. Although this method of attacking people with the flute sound consumes a lot of internal energy, it is trivial to him.
Since the age of eight, he has been practicing Taoism's authentic sect: Quanzhen Dao Song. With the help of Brother Le, he is empowered by the power of heaven and earth at twelve hours a day. His internal strength is growing rapidly all the time.
Coupled with the body refining technique, his physical meridians are also wide and tough, and the internal energy stored in the meridians and acupoints is completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
The strange man in green sitting cross-legged on the treetop was just trying to teach him a lesson at first, but now he found that he could no longer get off the stage.
The strength of this brat should not be underestimated. Of course, what made him even more angry was that not only had this brat kidnapped his precious daughter, but now he had almost all of his unique skills in Peach Blossom Island being copied by others.
He suspected that this boy was not a good person, lying to his daughter and cheating on his skills!
However, this kid was too arrogant and even wanted to fight with him with the unfamiliar sound of the flute. Little did he know that in the arena, sound warfare was his strongest area.
Moreover, most people say that the battle over the flute is a battle between internal strength. He doesn't believe that there is anyone in the world besides Wang Chongyang who can defeat him internally!
Today he will let this liar know what it means to have a heaven outside the sky!
Suddenly, the sound of the flute became more urgent!
Guo Jing was not to be outdone, and gradually became more proficient in sonic skills during the competition.
"Brother Jing, come on, this bad guy is so ugly, he's not a good guy at first glance!" Huang Rong encouraged from behind.
The old man's face darkened under his leather mask.
This little cotton-padded jacket must be filled with black heart cotton!
"Pah, pah, pah~" The powerful sound wave impact even overturned the surrounding tiles and trees.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the man in Tsing Yi felt a little appreciative in his heart. She was indeed his daughter, and her vision was good. This young man's inner strength was definitely second to none among the younger generation.
After a quarter of an hour, the man in Tsing Yi was a little suspicious. There seemed to be something wrong with this young man's internal strength. Could it be that he had taken some legendary treasure of heaven and earth?
After another half-quarter of an hour, the man in Tsing Yi felt that he had consumed nearly half of his internal energy, and fell into deep thought, even a little confused.
Has this kid been practicing martial arts twelve hours a day since he was born in his mother's womb?
After pondering for a while, the man in Tsing Yi remembered that his daughter didn't seem to recognize him. So if he slipped away, he shouldn't lower his image as a god in his daughter's heart, right?
Thinking in his mind, the man in green floated away, like a willow blowing in the wind, and shouted in a strange voice: "The descendant of Huang Laoxie really deserves his reputation!"
This way no one will recognize you!
"Oh, Brother Jing, you are so powerful! You beat away the big bad guy who was secretly attacking!" Huang Rong was extremely happy, but this time she put the little yellow cat in her arms on Guo Jing's shoulders, and then hugged her sweetheart tightly.
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The man in Tsing Yi who was hiding in the dark clenched his fists! He was so angry!
The little yellow cat also jumped away with a look of disgust on his face. This disgusting dog food smell!
…
Late at night, Lu Chengfeng had just finished tending to his son's internal injuries and quickly returned to the bedroom to meditate and adjust his breathing.
When gods fight, mortals suffer. It can be said that all the rookies in the village experienced a king's game today.
He had no idea that the young couple he met casually by the lake turned out to be the master's proud disciple and daughter. Their musical skills were definitely inherited from his master, and they did not fall behind at all in the competition with that weirdo today.
What makes him even more strange is, who is that weirdo?
Since leaving Peach Blossom Island, he has become more and more enthusiastic about collecting information, but he has never heard of anyone who can surpass his mentor in musical skills, or even compare to him.
"Fortunately, that person is one step ahead of his junior brother. Humph, you overestimate your capabilities!" Lu Chengfeng muttered.
"Boom~"
Suddenly, the door opened, and a man in black robes appeared in front of him.
"Pa, pa, pa, pa ~" followed by a series of severe beatings, the majestic Lord of Taihu was powerless to resist.
After fighting for a long time, Lu Chengfeng was already bruised and swollen. He could barely see clearly the man in black robe through his red and swollen eyes. He had a clear figure, handsome appearance, and a graceful and graceful posture, as clear as a god.
It was his mentor whom he thought about day and night like a heavenly being.
"Master, stop fighting, I was wrong!" Lu Chengfeng managed to shout.
Only then did Huang Yaoshi stop and stand with his hands behind his back: "Where did you go wrong?"
Lu Chengfeng:......
How did he know where he was wrong? He still doesn't know what's going on. Just now he just said a few words to himself, and the master rushed in and beat him.
Could it be that he was not considerate in entertaining his junior brother and junior sister?
"Master, I will let my junior sister and junior brother live in the best guest room later. No, they will stay here with me!" Lu Chengfeng cried.
When Huang Yaoshi heard this, his old face twitched, and he became angry when he heard the news about that kid.
After a long time, after all, he had profound skills and finally suppressed his anger. Seeing the pitiful appearance of his apprentice crying at his feet, his heart suddenly softened and he helped him up.
"You have suffered a lot these years."
Lu Chengfeng cried even louder when he heard this.
…
Early the next morning, Guo Jing prepared to say goodbye and hurried to Lin'an. The most important thing now was to obtain the Art of War suicide note.
As soon as he heard that his junior brother was leaving, Lu Chengfeng quickly dragged his sick body out.
Last night, the master and apprentice reunited, and he was allowed to return to the master's door. He received a skill from the master that could repair leg injuries, and he was very happy.
Every time when he talks about his junior sister and junior brother, for some reason, his teacher has a very strange expression on his face, but he doesn't deny it, he just admits it.
He originally wanted to recover from his facial injuries and then entertain his junior sisters and brothers, but he didn't expect that they would leave today.
"Junior Brother, Junior Sister, but Senior Brother didn't entertain you well, why are you in such a hurry to leave? I'm still thinking of taking you to taste my Taihu Three Whites in a few days." Lu Chengfeng said anxiously.
Huang Rong was a little strange when she heard it, and said sharply: "Master Lu, why do you call me junior sister? And what's the reason for the injury on your face?"
Lu Chengfeng forced a smile on his red and swollen face: "Yesterday, my mentor came and taught me a lesson.
Also, junior sister, let me introduce you again, I am Lu Chengfeng, the fourth eldest disciple of Huang Yaoshi on Taohua Island, you can call me Senior Brother Lu."
Huang Rong was immediately pleasantly surprised and her smile was as bright as a flower.
"Ah, did daddy come last night? Then why didn't he come to see me?"
"Perhaps my mentor has something urgent at hand? But my junior sister is under the care of my junior brother. With his martial arts, no one in this world can hurt you." Lu Chengfeng sighed.
He used to think that his martial arts talents were not weak, but when he saw Guo Jing, he realized that he might have lived like a cat for a long time.
When Huang Rong heard this, she was immediately disappointed.
She has been away from home for a long time, and now she feels a little homesick. But her father clearly sees her but doesn't want to see him. Is he still angry with her?
Guo Jing touched his adopted sister's little head: "Rong'er, if you are homesick, just wait until I get the Art of War to give to the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and then I can take you home to have a look."
"At that time, I happened to drop by Jiaxing to see if the competition agreed by the masters will continue."
Nowadays, Wanyan Kang's strength is far different from his, and it is unknown whether Kangdi is willing to compete.
When Huang Rong heard this, she immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Jing, you are so kind!"
…
Going further south from Taihu Lake is the direction of Lin'an, the capital of the Song Dynasty.
In a certain place deep in the jungle, it was very green, and Wanyan Honglie was ambushing here with hundreds of soldiers and several martial arts masters.
According to the intelligence he collected, the envoy sent by the Mongolian Temujin to negotiate peace with the Song Dynasty was about to pass through here, intending to attack the Jin Dynasty together with the Song Dynasty.
As a result, Wanyan Honglie naturally would not allow these envoys to see the Emperor of the Song Dynasty.
The shame of Jingkang is not yet over! These six words represent the endless humiliation that the Jin Dynasty brought to the Song Dynasty. Now Zhao Kuo is working hard every day. If he knew that Mongolia was coming to the alliance, he would definitely agree.
What made Wanyan Honglie depressed was that if Song Dynasty officials hadn't informed him, he wouldn't have known that the Mongolian envoy passed through the Song-Jin border in such a swagger and was about to see Zhao Kuo.
From this we can see that the border defense in Dajin is already in a bad state.
Fortunately, the Song Dynasty was also in bad shape. Several officials came to secretly report to him on such important matters concerning the fate of the country.
Only when he fights with such an opponent can he feel at ease.
After a while, a group of more than thirty people riding Mongolian horses gradually came from the jungle. They walked neatly and fast. They were obviously the elite of Temujin's men.
When the team reached the middle, Wanyan Honglie waved his hand, and a hundred arrows were fired instantly.
"There's an ambush!" the visitor shouted, and he quickly reined in his horse and stopped, but then turned around in a moment.
Because everyone had light armor on their bodies, the casualties were very small, so they prepared to rush out from the rear.
Unfortunately, Wanyan Honglie had already expected that dozens of people holding shields would block their path. It would be better if they entered the jungle, where he had laid more traps.
This ambush was deliberate and unintentional, and 300 people fought against 30, so he had the advantage!
Those people stopped immediately when they saw the shield formation. Within a few seconds, they formed a circle around their horses, and the sergeants hid inside, waiting in full formation.
Wanyan Honglie was overjoyed. Just now he was afraid that a few people would rush out quickly. Now wouldn't he be like a turtle in a jar?
It seems that he thinks too highly of the ambassador!
"kill!"
Wanyan Honglie quickly led people to surround him, three hundred to thirty, and in order to ensure safety, he brought several martial arts masters with him.
This battle must be won!
In the encirclement, Zhebie fired his bow and arrows without missing a beat, killing several enemy soldiers at this moment.
"Tu Lei, how do you stop it? We should have let the soldiers break up the shield formation just now, and we should rush out with all our strength." Zhebie asked.
Tuo Lei then used his machete to block the incoming bow and arrow: "No problem, Hua Zheng asked me to bring two white withers over before coming."
Zhebie felt relieved after hearing this.
I don’t know how the princess’s two white feathers grew. They have grown bigger and bigger in the past two years. Now they are two feet tall when standing alone, and their wings are even more than four feet tall. The key is that they are extremely powerful.
The feathers are so hard that even ordinary swords and guns cannot penetrate them.
When he saw a richly dressed leader riding in the distance, Tuo Lei quickly put his finger to his mouth.
"Hugh~" A long whistle echoed between heaven and earth.
Wanyan Honglie was a little curious: "How come this Mongolian still has the habit of whistling when he is about to die?"
Sha Tongtian laughed: "Maybe it's their custom there? But don't mention it, his whistle is really interesting. I will capture him later and I will let him blow it!"
"Hahaha~" The other experts suddenly laughed.
To deal with such an enemy, their method is not to kill indiscriminately?
This credit is simply for nothing!
Ouyang Ke's face tightened. For some reason, when he heard the whistle just now, he suddenly felt like he was facing a natural enemy, and even the hairs all over his body stood up.
After thinking for a while, I gently pinched the horse's belly with my calves, and unknowingly I fell behind the team.
"Boom~" Suddenly, a strong wind came from the sky.
"careful!"
"How did this flat-haired beast grow so big?" Sha Tongtian asked in shock.
"Pfft~" Ma Qingxiong, the soul-catching whip among the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, was flapped by his wings, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Everyone, be careful, this guy seems to be invulnerable, use your inner strength!" Sha Tongtian shouted.
"Master Ouyang, use the snake formation!"
I saw two huge white withers walking back and forth in the team. The originally neat and orderly military formation was torn apart like rags, and there was a wailing.
"Bah~" With a long cry, Bai Tuo flew in front of Sha Tongtian, who screamed the loudest, and aimed a claw at his head. Sha Tongtian hurriedly used his arms to block it.
"Tear~" The two arms were directly torn into pieces.
"ah!"
The screams made everyone tremble.
Ouyang Ke secretly directed the snake formation from behind, but he didn't know that the snakes were as motionless as when they saw Guo Jing.
grass!
Wanyan Honglie was already being guarded by his own soldiers to the end. His face turned pale as he saw that his elite men and the masters he had invited suffered heavy losses in just a few rounds.
What kind of mythical beast is this? Is it true that God wants to destroy him?
No, keep the green hills and don’t worry about running out of firewood!
Turning around, I found Ouyang Ke standing next to him and quietly retreating.
The two looked at each other, and the situation was a little awkward for a while.
