After exiting the small town, Acheng returned to the mountains and beside the pool formed by the impact of Lidu Falls. While Luck was slowly recovering from his injuries, he was thinking about the showdown with Liao Chen that day.
That day, I took advantage of the right time and place, and finally paralyzed Chen, took him by surprise, and finally injured him. It was simply luck to the extreme. He only learned the basic martial arts of Baji Quan, and the elementary martial arts of Baji Sect was indeed There is nothing too particular about it. In the early stage, it is all about physical training and flexible use of various parts of the body. There are no fixed moves like those of other sects.
There are no fixed moves, how can you let Chen know where your master comes from? The internal skills and mental methods are still from the Murong clan in the martial arts world, which is famous for its mixed martial arts, which makes it even more difficult to guess.
Bajiquan is a low-level martial arts. As for the moves, there are no exquisite moves, but only the understanding of various striking methods. If the complex can be simplified, any punch can have earth-shattering effects.
The ferocious and violent explosive power was the main reason for Chen's tragic defeat. Bajiquan's attack method contained no leaks, so that Chen could only hurriedly mobilize the zhenqi in his body to react every time. Over time, not only The consumption of one's own mental energy is very large, and the meridians are running at full load, which will of course cause some damage.
The summary of everything is that Liao Chen was careless and underestimated the enemy, Acheng's moves were weird, and in the end he defeated Liao Chen at the expense of one arm. It was just luck.
Acheng is slowly recalling now and knows his own shortcomings. Compared with the NPCs in the system in Jianghu, his internal strength is far behind, and his eyesight is also much worse. He still has too little experience in Jianghu and fighting experience, and his control over the overall situation is also at a low level. Entry stage.
After Acheng was injured, the innate true energy that had been dormant in his body also came to life. With the use of mental techniques, it slowly traveled throughout the body, repairing the injured and damaged meridians, and gathering the scattered true energy everywhere.
With the movement of the heavens one after another, Acheng's injured meridians have been strengthened again, and the body's toughness has been further strengthened. The reason why Acheng is able to make such big breakthroughs every time ultimately depends on his own unwillingness to give up. The second life-and-death fight is a breakthrough in his own experience, and his current system default feeling system is always at the highest value, which can better help him absorb, understand, and comprehend every battle.
He sat upright from noon until nightfall. When he opened his eyes again, there was an indescribable confidence in his eyes. Every time he passed by the god of death, this man made some progress. But now his skills are even more intense. It's really The purity of the gas is also purer, but it still hasn't broken through the bottleneck.
Looking at the carrier pigeon in front of me, I reached out and took it off. It turned out that Guishou had seen him once in the afternoon and saw that he was recovering from his injuries and did not come over. So he released the carrier pigeon and asked him to go to the town to drink after he woke up. Thinking of this Guishou, Acheng burst into laughter. He is sincere and does whatever he thinks. He doesn't like to make small moves. He is also a rare man.
Having been to a small town once, he is certainly familiar with the roads now. Acheng's Baji Step is good, but unfortunately it is for attacking. He lacks a good Qing Gong at the moment, so he just uses the pedaling in the Baji Step to perform two movements for Qing Gong. Although the movements are not very eye-catching, the speed is still relatively fast. At the same time, I secretly feel the essence of it in my heart.
But in just a short while, Acheng arrived outside the town. The lights in the town were bright, and players and NPCs were living in their own way, which gave this dilapidated town a sense of vitality and prosperity.
"Brother, here! Iron Fist, go to the flagpole, don't take this opportunity to get drunk and crazy!" Ghost Hand greeted Acheng, and threw the guy named Iron Fist next to him towards a tall and thin man.
"Brother, that's right. It took such a long time to recover from so many injuries. It's amazing! But isn't Murong Mansion's Yanyang Mind Technique famous for its strength? Does it have a powerful healing effect?" Guishou was angry at Acheng. With his mind calm and his light restrained, he knew that his injury had basically recovered, so he asked in surprise.
Acheng shook his head slightly, without saying anything. He took the wine handed by a little girl next to him and started drinking. Guishou didn't care about Acheng's attitude, so he came over and started to fight with each other, and everyone around him followed. Guishou was full of goods and immediately gathered around to join in the fun.
After nine bottles of strong wine, Acheng was a little confused. He started dancing with these guys without asking whether they were men or women. Maybe it was because he had been alone for too long. Acheng really enjoyed the excitement of this moment and also It feels like a friend.
Relying on his deep inner strength, Acheng stood firm until the end. Except for the bonfire that was still crackling, everyone else fell to the ground, hugging the wine jar and the girl he liked, watching a group of people drinking happily with him. The guy crawling on the ground to sleep, Acheng felt a sense of warmth that he had not seen for a long time.
"Thank you!" Acheng moved his lips slightly, and only he could hear the small voice.
After circulating his Qi for a while, he no longer felt drunk. The moon was so round, and the breeze gently blew through his hair. He quietly came to a hill not far away. Acheng took out the wine glass and began to drink by himself again. , chanted softly:
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are in confusion.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet again in Miao Yunhan.
"Young Master is so elegant. I wonder if I can have a drink with you?" A soft and soothing voice came from behind Acheng.
"Well! Acheng couldn't help but groaned. Like wind, it gently wrapped around his body. A kind of spirit was relieved. It was as if the soul was about to leave the body. The pleasure was intoxicating. Acheng slowly closed his eyes. At this moment He just wanted to sleep quietly, this body made him very tired.
A cold wave instantly hit his brain from his chest, and Bing Po's impatient stimulation woke up Acheng, who was about to fall asleep.
Someone was attacked by someone again. Acheng felt bitter in his heart. Why did so many masters feel like losing everything with just one sentence? They were still lying on the grass and didn't wait to get up when a figure approached him.
Acheng looked sideways, and saw a pair of beautiful eyes that made the gorgeous night sky lose its color, like a pearl inlaid in the night sky, making people intoxicated. Although he was dressed in linen, his aura was beyond the power of human beings.
The long braid reaches to the waist, swaying gently in the wind, and a holy aura comes to the calm face, but the wide linen robe just makes people feel graceful and graceful.
"Huh! Sit down!" Acheng secretly praised the woman's beauty, but the feeling of being able to clearly see what others were thinking made him shiver. He could only take a gentle breath and said to the woman calmly.
The woman didn't say anything, she just sat down cross-legged, following Acheng's example, and looked at the sky quietly, as if there was an intoxicating and fascinating beauty there.
Seeing that the strange woman didn't say anything, Acheng didn't bother to say hello. With such a mysterious and unpredictable movement, he could clearly see the woman beside him, but he couldn't feel a breath at all when he closed his eyes. If it weren't for the game,
Acheng really thought he had met a ghost, and she was a beautiful female ghost.
Just like that, the two of them looked at the sky quietly.
A stick of incense? A quarter of an hour? Or an hour? Time stood still around them.
"Young Master, do you know that you are the second person who has made me feel so peaceful?" the woman said softly, and a faint fragrance spread in the air.
"Oh, just stay a little longer!" Acheng replied nonchalantly.
The woman smiled softly and said: "You look so much like him. If it were him, he would not ask who the first person was!"
"I am who I am, I am not like anyone else!" Acheng was not satisfied with being compared to others, especially a beautiful woman.
The woman suddenly turned her head, her beautiful eyes stared at Acheng, and said softly: "Give me the Demon-Suppressing Sword, okay? You can't protect me!"
Demon-Conquering Sword, Demon-Conquering Sword again, Acheng suddenly remembered the mysterious woman in the Chengdu government office. Although the person in front of him was not as mysterious and illusory as her, she was still a terrifying existence.
"Why are you all looking for the Demon-Suppressing Sword? There is no need for it for beings like you!" Acheng asked suspiciously, feeling uneasy in his heart, fearing that the woman in front of him would be like the mysterious woman, and he would be betrayed by just one question.
Fly out.
"You can't ask this, just leave it to me! Okay?"
The woman's eyes came alive in an instant, and there seemed to be a voice in Acheng's heart that kept saying, give her the demon-subduing sword, and give him the demon-subduing sword.
"That's enough!" Acheng roared, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he was panting heavily. He didn't dare to attack the woman anymore, so he said coldly: "You can kill me, but I want a sword, but I don't have one!"
The woman didn't say much, and slowly stood up. Her eyes finally changed, and she instantly regained her composure. She whispered, "You're so brave, just like him! Don't die!"
When Acheng calmed down his chaotic inner breath and opened his eyes, he was still alone, with a glass and a pot of wine.
