Chapter 360: Secret Skills. The Art of Substitute Fighting
After the war, the fortune teller stayed away from the crowd and came to a remote place.
"coming!"
A green figure stood under a pine tree, turning its back to him and fanning leisurely.
Walking within ten steps behind this person, the fortune teller stopped and said, "I agree to your request. Where is the agreed upon item?"
Mr. Wangyou turned around and spread his hands, a book appeared out of thin air and slowly flew towards the fortune teller.
The fortune teller reached out and took it, regardless of the owner's presence, and immediately looked through it for inspection.
Amidst the sound of pages turning, Mr. Wangyou's voice sounded.
"This book of Refinement is going to fit your way of raising a sword. You'll want to learn more about it. Go ahead!"
After confirming that there was no problem, the fortune teller raised his head, but the figure of Mr. Wangyou was no longer in sight.
The fortune teller didn't care, put away the secret book and turned around and walked towards Guangxian Hall.
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the other side.
After parting ways with Die Xiaoyue, Ji Kunpeng also walked towards a remote place.
Originally, he wanted to take Die Xiaoyue with him, but the little girl insisted on going to Guangxian Hall with Pingwushu to find Cui Luohan and take a look around.
Thinking that with Xiaoyue's alertness, there would be no danger, Ji Kunpeng let her go.
In the wilderness, Ji Kunpeng walked alone.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and a chilling feeling filled the countryside. An unexpected figure appeared in front of Ji Kunpeng.
Looking at the person walking straight towards him, Ji Kunpeng looked stunned.
'It's actually this idiot!'
The person walking towards me had an expressionless face, with a sword stuck in his chest. He was so unconventional, and it was obvious who he was.
It’s exactly what the single-killer Tan Zong used in the original drama, the sword is so close!
Even with Tan Xiqi's strength, he could be killed. Although there was a factor in the weapon's incompetence, it was enough to prove that this holy sword was unreasonable. Its explosive power may be no less than the sword power that the fortune teller has cultivated for many years.
Ji Kunpeng secretly made some calculations and realized that he was very likely to be killed, and his face darkened.
How unlucky!
As the sword gets closer and closer, the pressure on the holy weapon becomes stronger and stronger.
When he was about ten meters in front of him, the sword stopped and his eyes burst into a dazzling red light. Then he raised his hand and put it on the hilt of the sword on his chest, and slowly pulled out the Tianke Mingjian.
Drink!
With a long shout, the holy sword was drawn out, and a heavy and ancient sense of oppression came overwhelmingly.
However, in the face of such sharpness, Ji Kunpeng did not panic at all. He folded his fan and uttered a soft word.
As soon as he finished speaking, a green figure flashed over.
I saw that the person who came was pointing casually, and the sword was close at hand, and his figure was fixed, and he kept the posture of raising the sword motionless.
Then Mr. Wangyou raised his hand to clasp the bowl and hit it with one palm.
laugh!
The holy sword returned to the sword and was close to the chest.
The holy weapon returned, the sword was close at hand, the red light in his eyes dissipated, he returned to his godless state, and then he turned around and returned the way he came.
"Fortunately, you came in time!" Ji Kunpeng breathed a sigh of relief.
"How could he find you and kill you to raise the sword?" Shen Yifei asked.
"Not impossible!"
Looking at the sword's retreating figure, Ji Kunpeng wiped away the non-existent sweat and asked, "Can't you make him recover?"
"I can't help it. Maybe it can be done if you give up more fat!" Shen Yifei shook his head.
"He is also a poor child." Ji Kunpeng sighed, and then asked: "Brother and sister, have you seen it? What are your plans to take her back?"
Shen Yifei was silent for a while and then said: "Fangmei's temperament is not as calm as Qinji's. She rarely gets interested, so just let her go."
As he spoke, a fond smile appeared on his face.
Seeing this, Zhi Kunpeng didn't say anything and started talking about business, "There were a lot of people in Youhuang Qiushui before. I invite you alone this time because I have a question for you."
"Speaking!"
Shen Yifei was a little confused. There was something he couldn't say in front of Qin Ji and the others.
Ji Kunpeng unfolded his folding fan, organized his words, and then said: "I feel that this world is a bit weird. If you stay here for a long time, your own mind will be affected. Looking at the history of the misery, there are so many strong people, nine out of ten They all fall into the trap of emotions. This kind of thing happens frequently to strong men with long lifespans. I think it’s very abnormal, what do you think?”
Hearing what he said, Shen Yifei thought that the original plot was indeed like this, but he himself didn't seem to have changed much. He felt that his character was the same as when he first came here.
Even if there are some differences, they are natural changes after experiencing many events, rather than subtle influences.
"I don't seem to feel anything. How did you find out?" Shen Yifei asked.
"Two o'clock!"
Ji Kunpeng replied: "First, the time when Taiyao Huangjin and I were born with independent consciousness was too short and unusual."
"Second, after the passage of time, compared with me when I first became conscious, I am now often affected by emotions. Although I have tried my best to restrain myself, I still cannot completely avoid being affected."
It takes less than a hundred days for these two clones to have self-awareness. This speed is indeed a bit exaggerated. It is also possible to say that suffering has an impact on consciousness and emotions.
Thinking about those invading bosses and the reclusive masters who entered the world, the contrast between the indifference when they first entered the world and the madness before going to the Immortal Mountain is indeed quite big.
In fact, many things are very common problems such as love, hatred, and hatred, but these problems seem to become insurmountable for those who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years.
Mortals can look past the past for hundreds of years and in their twilight years, why can't these transcendent and powerful people not do it?
After pondering for a long time, Shen Yifei looked at Ji Kunpeng and said: "Based on the question you asked, I thought of two answers, the obsession of the inner demon or the influence of the will of the world. If it is the former, there is nothing to say. If it is the latter... ..Then you may not be the first to discover this problem.”
"how do I say this?"
Ji Kunpeng put on a posture of asking for advice.
Seeing him being so solemn, Shen Yifei smiled and said: "Think about it, why are there so many reclusive masters emerging in this difficult situation? Could it be that they know or vaguely feel the situation, so they use seclusion to avoid it."
"You mean...this is actually a tacit thing in this circle?"
The corners of Ji Kunpeng's mouth twitched slightly. He thought he had discovered some big secret.
Seeing him like this, Shen Yifei burst into laughter. In fact, he didn't know if those people knew about this situation. It was all just speculation.
"In short, this issue is not something that you or I can delve into now. Try to calm down and let nature take its course. I will leave first!"
Patting Ji Kunpeng's shoulder, Shen Yifei walked away, leaving Ji Kunpeng alone in thought.
After a long time, he smiled and shook his head.
"Perhaps my worries are unfounded!"
...
Xuanhuang Island, in a claustrophobic cave.
A man holding a white bone fan, wearing a white mask, and exuding a cold and evil temperament stood tall.
Suddenly, he turned around and looked outside the cave.
He saw the sword close at hand and the holy sword stuck in his chest, and returned with dull eyes.
Seeing him acting as usual, the mysterious man thought that the sword had completed its task, so he couldn't help but let out a series of cold laughter.
"This is the ultimate consequence of getting your hands dirty!"
Just when he was laughing, the sword was close at hand, a green light flashed in his eyes, and then a sword energy shot out from the wound on his chest.
Zhi, click!
The sword light flashed past, and the mask on the mysterious man's face shattered, revealing the soft and handsome face under the mask.
"Is this... a warning!"
He gently touched the stinging area on his face, feeling warm and moist. After putting it down and looking at the bright red color in his hand, Yue Jiaozi's eyes flashed with shock.