Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen Here, Stop, Heart Sword
The former Dingguo Duke's Mansion, the imperial plaque was shyly taken off with the fall of the dynasty, and replaced with a new chapter. It is still a famous power palace in the capital.
The splendid momentum of the past has come to an end.
Even so, the Quan family is still very powerful. Several of the top executives of the largest chambers of commerce in the world have relatives from their clan. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are as rich as anyone in the country.
The deep courtyard has the squareness of a northern courtyard and the elegance of a Jiangnan garden. The eighteen-door courtyard has hundreds of servants busy moving around like ants.
Lu Zhengkang and Mo Yun were arranged to live in Junxian Residence, which was adjacent to the East Street of Beijing. They could walk a few hundred steps and exit through the side door. East Street mainly sold stationery and toys and had a strong cultural atmosphere. There were often shopkeepers dressed as scholars greeting the street.
Howl, sigh and shout.
Junxian Residence is backed by a lush bamboo forest, which is still tall and green in winter, but the dead leaves are like flying feathers, which makes people feel sad. The creek in the forest passes through the arch bridge, flows into the culvert, and converges into the courtyard next door.
On the pond, there is a strange rockery on the pond, which is full of momentum. There are weeping willows beside the pond, with long branches lingering in the water.
There is a pavilion in front of Junxian's residence, where the housekeeper is playing chess with Mo Yun, while Lu Zhengkang and Quan Suhuan are sitting on a stone bench chatting.
"Little Master, to tell you the truth, I felt very cordial when I heard your voice in the car, so I invited you to be my guest."
Lu Zhengkang smiled and said, "The donor must have entered the Pure Land by reciting the name of Lu Yuan Bodhisattva."
Quan Suhuan showed a pious and happy smile, "That's natural. Bodhisattvas have great supernatural powers. Namoko's Pure Land of Infinite Merit is even more wonderful. I wonder, little master, have you joined the Pure Land?"
This long list of prefixes must be the boast of the group of monks when they preached. Lu Zhengkang did not comment on this and said in a perfunctory tone: "Of course."
"No wonder, it turns out to be a Buddhist friend of mine... Little Master, you can stay here with peace of mind. You can come and leave whenever you want. No one will stop you. If you have any requests, just tell the servants and they will arrange it."
Okay." Quan Suhuan's tone was calm, showing infinite confidence everywhere.
"A noble man speaks of gold, and a poor monk will not disobey him. However, for every gain, there will be a loss. Today, when I receive support from a donor, I have to do something for the donor in return."
Quan Suhuan chuckled lightly, "Young Master is out of touch. My Quan Mansion has given countless tributes. It will not be a problem to raise you until you are old and old. However, it is really commendable that you have this kind of heart. It is not as good as
Can you tell me what the weather will be like tomorrow?"
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "Even a farmer in the village can tell the truth about such a trivial matter. How can the poor monk's methods be used in vain? Three months later, you will encounter a difficult matter, and then you will be replaced by the poor monk.
The monk will solve it, and the relationship between the two of us will be over."
These words were a bit pretentious. After hearing this, Quan Suhuan frowned and looked unhappy, but in the end he didn't say anything more. He excused himself from feeling unwell and got up to say goodbye.
The butler on the side hurriedly settled down. Seeing that the winner was hard to tell, he shook his head regretfully and stood up to leave. Before leaving, he specifically said: "There are many distinguished people living in Qike Villa outside the city, which is under the jurisdiction of a powerful government. You two are interested."
You can go visit. In addition, there are several distinguished guests living in the mansion. If there is any conflict, please leave it to us to resolve."
Finally, he caught up with Quan Suhuan with hunched shoulders and slumped back, and walked away step by step.
Mo Yun still wore a hijab, but he didn't take it off because he was afraid of being embarrassed.
"Little monk Miaoji, how long do you plan to stay here?"
"If you eat well and drink well, it doesn't matter if you stay here for three months."
"But aside from living under someone else's roof, all my belongings should be lost. Why don't you borrow a sum of money from that Madam Quan? I'll buy weapons and go to seek bad luck on those bandits. I'll definitely have to recover my broken sword."
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"With your martial arts skills, don't go out and embarrass yourself!"
When Mo Yun heard this, he stood up and said, "How can my martial arts be considered low? Even if dozens of experts come to kill me, they can't get close to me. If I hadn't been attacked and assassinated by those bandits first, I would have been able to escape unscathed! What's more!
Will live here!"
"," Lu Zhengkang retorted, "Don't use the word 'wandering' to describe this good place to live!" He stood up and stood by the pavilion with his hands behind his back. Although his body was small, he was very powerful.
"Why are you bragging about your three-legged cat kung fu here? Without that broken sword, you are nothing," Lu Zhengkang chuckled, "Let me do the math. The treasure left by the ancient swordsman, the broken jade sword of the first grade of the gods, the broken jade sword of the first grade of the gods.
The remaining chapter of the "Heart Sword Sutra", the exercise technique, is this what you rely on?"
Mo Yun frowned and was not in a hurry to refute.
"Not convinced? That's right. You learned swordsmanship at the age of sixteen. At the age of seventeen, you reached the state where the human sword is one. At the age of eighteen, you understood the "Heart Sword Sutra" without any foundation of internal strength. Overnight,
Your sense of energy is self-contained. These are also the deeds that make you extremely proud."
Lu Zhengkang smiled and said, "Indeed, you can be considered a genius. If I give you a few hundred years, you might really be able to dominate the world."
The young swordsman was immediately unconvinced when he heard this, "If you are a genius, why does it take hundreds of years to dominate the world?"
"Not to mention that the fragment of the "Heart Sword Sutra" of yours is at most a fourth-level internal skill. It is extremely difficult to complete it. The biggest problem is the fragmented sword."
"Why do you say that?"
"That sword is not yours, but the ancient swordsman's. His intention is in it. If you can't get rid of his influence, you will never be invincible and magnanimous, and you will never be the best in the world!"
Number one in the world!
These four words seemed to have some kind of terrible magic power. When he heard them, Mo Yun's breath froze.
In the world, the world is number one, supreme.
After the strong longing, there was endless decadence. The swordsman murmured: "I don't need to be the best in the world. I just want to be famous. I don't need to be invincible."
"It's stupid! It's stupid!" Lu Zhengkang lamented, "When you are fighting hand to hand, do you still think that you don't have to swing your sword, and the other party will play chess and chat with you in a friendly manner? How can you still hold it if you are hesitant?
Sword in hand!"
"Yes, yes, even if I can't be the best in the world, I still want to dominate the place." The swordsman's eyes became solemn, and he took off the veil to hide his shame, revealing his handsome and handsome face, "I, Mo Yun, will definitely
Use the sword in your hand to kill thousands of powerful enemies!"
The loud sword chant echoed in his chest, as if there was a nine-day dragon hidden in his heart that was eager to try.
The most powerful heart blooms in one day.
Lu Zhengkang looked at the energetic man in front of him and curled his lips.
It's so easy to lie.
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"How do you practice sword practice at home?"
"Swing the sword three thousand times in the morning, swing the sword five thousand times in the afternoon, and sit quietly in the evening to learn the sword. After four years of this, I went on a journey."
"You are talking nonsense, take the sword and attack me!" Lu Zhengkang threw a fourth-grade dragon-slaying sword with a cold light to Mo Yun.
This sword is three feet and eight minutes long. It came from the Sword Making Villa. It cuts through gold and jade like rotten soil. It is hung in the Qizhen Pavilion in Junxian's residence and can be used at will.
Mo Yun raised his hand to catch the Dragon-Slaying Sword, thinking that it would be a good time to test how advanced this young monk's martial arts skills were.
Draw the sword, advance, thrust.
The moonlight flows lightly on the spine of the sword, like a layer of frost.
The sword blade cuts through the dull winter air, like a fish swimming upstream in the quiet water of a white stream.
The tip of the sword, hazy in the wind, was gray and dull, completely swallowed up by the night, as if the sword had become three inches shorter out of thin air, and when it pierced the heart, the hot blood would coat it with the warmest brilliance.
Mo Yun's body and mind followed the sword, and the sword's power had reached the point where there was no flaw. If the opponent could not break the sword's power, he would not be able to grasp his figure, and he was in an invincible position.
A stunning sword, a restrained sword.
With just a slight touch to the body, the sharp and dense Hunyuan Sword Qi will rush into the heart and shatter the internal organs.
The remaining chapter of the first level of God, that is also the power of the first level of God.
Approaching the little novice's body, the tip of the sword appeared, and it reached the Jianjing point in just three inches.
Mo Yun looked at the indifferent Lu Zhengkang and couldn't help but feel pity.
Poor boy, he doesn't know what's at stake.
The sword tip continued to move forward, and the swordsman was confident that he could pierce the monk's robe without damaging even a hair on Lu Zhengkang.
A sound as clear and clear as a brass bell in front of the porch lingered among the bamboo groves under the moonlight.
The arrogant long sword is clamped by a pair of clean and tender tiger's mouth, and its owner, the proud swordsman, stands one foot in the air, with all his energy and energy supported on the small sword tip.
, and now he is imprisoned by a smiling novice, unable to move.
