Each of the eight sects has its own unique skills. In fact, the sects that can be selected by Cihang Jingzhai are all first-rate.
It's a pity that after all, there are some people and some things in this world that cannot be calculated by human power.
Cihang and the Demon Sect are neither strong nor weak. Counting that Cihang has controlled the destiny of the dynasty for thousands of years, his strength should still be higher than that of the Demon Sect. However, since the late Song Dynasty, the Demon Sect has been full of wizards. On the other hand, Cihang is a bit
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By the time Pang Ban was born, Cihang had been completely suppressed by the Demon Sect. Just like Shi Zhixuan in the early Tang Dynasty, Pang Ban's martial arts were unparalleled in today's world, and today's martial arts no longer has the righteousness of the early Tang Dynasty.
Master.
Ziqin was surrounded by eight sects, and he could easily feel the majestic energy coming from all around, which belonged to the seed disciples of the eight sects.
Very strong, very strong.
It's a pity that, like Pang Ban, he is no longer limited to the peak of the Grandmaster. Otherwise, perhaps the disciples of these eight sects can restrain him a little.
Ziqin casually pointed out a move without deliberately using it. However, this finger had already moved the most dazzling thing in the world. The face of the monk who was facing this finger suddenly turned ugly.
Ziqin was injured in the battle with Pang Ban. This was the reason why disciples from the Eight Sects came to surround and suppress Ziqin. In their minds, Ziqin was a seriously injured person, and they could kill Ziqin even if they fought hard.
However, when Ziqin pointed it out, Busheseng realized that they were all a bit wrong.
This finger is no longer limited to energy such as internal force, but a kind of avenue between heaven and earth.
The Great Way is only about perception. If you can catch up with that kind of perception, then you are qualified to compete in skills such as internal strength, moves, etc. However, at this moment, Ziqin's finger really made them unable to catch up.
He pointed out that his figure was shaking, and Ziqin's body seemed to have turned into an illusion in the pale face of the monk. He passed through the monk's body and somehow reached the back of the monk.
The attack of the disciples of the eight sects was immediately stopped, and they looked in horror at the monk who appeared in their attack instead of Ziqin.
All these people had seen the scene just now, but they saw it, but no one believed their eyes.
Naturally, they would not think that Ziqin was a ghost or god, but they understood that it was an extremely superb movement technique, so sophisticated that it caused hallucinations to the naked eye.
This kind of movement technique is close to mysticism and no longer martial arts.
"I don't want to be the leader of the Li family, but I have already reached this state."
There was no trace of a smile on the little Taoist's face. His brows were so bitter that it seemed like juice could be squeezed out of them.
"You all underestimate Pang Ban too much. You can't even see through Li. But you don't know where you got the courage to provoke Pang Ban."
Ziqin put away his momentum, the world returned to its original state, and the tavern was still a tavern. There were no other changes except that one wall was missing and everyone around him ran away in fear.
However, in this short period of time, the auras of the seed disciples of the eight sects have changed, and these people no longer have the slightest sparkle.
Ziqin has already planted an irreversible barrier to martial arts in their hearts.
"I dare to ask Master Li if Pang Ban was injured in that battle."
The monk gave a slight salute and spoke. There was no aggressiveness in his tone anymore, only peace remained. A master created by two levels of conflict, but I don't know if his character has also been affected.
"Both Li and Pang Ban were mentally shocked in that battle. Li was able to take this step because of that battle. As for Pang Ban, I'm afraid he is no worse than Li."
Ziqin smiled silently. He had indeed benefited a lot from that battle, but he understood that Pang Ban had not gained nothing. In fact, when he merged Li Ruohai's memory, he clearly felt that Pang Ban's aura was also changing.
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Pang Ban was originally a demon born in the heart of the Tao, but he was left with some imperfections, but when the battle was about to end, he clearly felt that Pang Ban's aura became more and more misty.
This is also the reason why Pang Ban let him go.
At that time, he needed to integrate Li Ruohai's memory, cut off his obsession, and take the final step, but Pang Ban was no different.
However, the last step is not so easy to take after all. He can only enjoy the taste of the last step temporarily, and Pang Ban will never be able to take the last step directly.
I'm afraid that the most Pang Ban can do is learn more about the details of the last step.
In the end, he will end up fighting Lang Fanyun, but this is his fate.
Ziqin was silent, thinking of Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun in his mind. No one understood better than him that only these two people in the world were qualified to lead others to the final step.
Ying Yuan lacked spiritual training. At the age of eighteen, Ying Yuan cut off all his martial arts and finally achieved spiritual perfection.
However, after spiritual perfection, Ying Yuan could no longer open the final door, so Ying Yuan kept waiting for someone to open the final door, so that Ying Yuan could go with him.
As for Pang Ban, for the time being, his spiritual cultivation is no better than that of Ying Yuan. However, his martial arts cultivation has reached its end. He only needs one more step of enlightenment to break through the final door.
Unfortunately, Ziqin was not able to support Pang Ban to break through the door, because Ziqin's mind was also incomplete.
Perhaps only Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun in this world have truly reached the limit of martial arts and reached the state of spiritual perfection.
Ideas and realms, Taoism and martial arts are everything, but how many people throughout the ages have been able to see through these two words, and the perfection of these two words is the key to opening the final door, but how many people know this.
Ziqin sighed slightly, but he was no longer in the mood to talk to the disciples of the Eight Sects.
He strode out of the tavern and left the city regardless of how the Eight Sect disciples were feeling at the moment. His state of mind had dropped from the supreme state before.
The powerful internal force expanded in the body, and Beiming's true energy began to rotate with a special rhythm. Each rotation increased by a point. The feeling of getting stronger all the time would have been exciting to others, but Ziqin was.
I just felt a chill growing in my heart.
Bei Ming, for the time being, is by no means a power to him, but an invitation from the God of Death. Unfortunately, he cannot get rid of this invitation.
Huangzhou Mansion is by no means a big city, and Xiaohuaxi is not a big brothel. However, there is one person in this place who must be mentioned, Lian Xiuxiu.
Ziqin didn't like music, but he couldn't help but want to listen to Lian Xiuxiu's piano. He was more like waiting for someone here, Gan Luo, the poisonous Gan Luo.
Facing Pang Ban is a terrifying thing. After that battle, Ziqin was really reluctant to confront Pang Ban. However, the less willing you are to do some things, the more you have to do them, just because once you become unwilling
Make it a habit and you will never have the confidence to do it again.
Ziqin arrived at Xiaohuaxi very early, and because he was early, no one competed with him for Xiuxiu.
On the third floor of Xiaohuaxi, Ziqin finally met Lian Xiuxiu. In fact, it was impossible for anyone else to see this peerless prostitute at this moment, but Ziqin was Li Ruohai at this time, and there were very few people in this world who were.
Li Ruohai couldn't see it.
When he saw Lian Xiuxiu, even Ziqin had to admit that she was a lovable woman. She was not beautiful, but she had a touch of tenderness, just like Xu Zhimo's famous poem, the most...
That tenderness of bowing his head.
"I never thought that Sect Master Li would come in person, but it makes Xiuxiu extremely honored."
There are some people in this world who can tell their identity without saying anything. Lian Xiuxiu is a famous prostitute, but her eyesight is very good. There are definitely not many people in the world who have the appearance of Li Ruohai, even those like Li Ruohai.
With his appearance and such martial arts skills, Li Ruohai is the only one in the world.
"Li just wants to listen to Miss Xiuxiu's piano music."
A hint of tenderness flashed in Ziqin's eyes, and Lian Xiuxiu's temperament seemed to have touched the softness in his heart. Ziqin had experienced countless worlds over the years, but this was the first time he spoke to someone so tenderly.
Lian Xiuxiu was sitting at the window. She could feel the incomparable complexity in Ziqin's heart, the kind of depression hidden in her chest. A trace of pity flashed in her eyes, and a pair of delicate hands gently pressed on the guqin in front of her.
The sound of broken bells sounded, and a melodious piano music sounded. Ziqin suddenly felt that the music seemed to be slowly knocking into his inner world. The long-dusted door was gently opened, and the memories he had tried to forget countless times
Appear slowly.
On the country road, a toddling child about one or two years old was walking in front of him. He looked back at Ziqin from time to time, as if he was waiting for Ziqin, but also seemed to be afraid that Ziqin would not follow him and leave him alone.
One person walks forward.
And beside Ziqin was a young woman, a gentle young woman, just like Lian Xiuxiu in front of him.
"Go back. Don't send her away again. I will come back to pick you up and pick up your daughter when you settle down."
Finally, Ziqin stood still, stretched out his hands to hold the young woman's shoulders, and hugged her tightly into his arms as her face was filled with tears.
The figures of the young woman and the child on the seemingly endless country road were finally blurred, and the voice of the child calling "Daddy" still echoed in his ears. However, they could never see each other again in this life, and Ziqin couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes.
Home.
What a distant word. After all, we can no longer see it. We will never see it again in this life.
On the third floor of Xiaohuaxi, Ziqin's eyes closed in pain, and a trace of depression spread from Ziqin. The chair he sat on and the table in front of him seemed to have been left in the wind for thousands of years to weather.
Looking out the window, Lian Xiuxiu stopped playing the piano. She couldn't imagine what could make a person so painful.
Her song is supposed to remind people of the happiest things in their hearts. It is supposed to make the most depressed people happy, but it should never be painful.
The sound of the piano stopped, and Ziqin slowly opened his eyes. He stood up, and the tables and chairs turned into dust in front of him.
Under Lian Xiuxiu's eyes full of pity and doubt, Zi Qin slowly walked out of the third floor. His figure looked extremely haggard. However, for some reason, Lian Xiuxiu felt that there was something more in this figure than when he came. (To be continued.
