"At that time, Murong Fu's fist was only three inches away from me. At the critical moment, I held the knife in both hands and hit the head with a move of Overlord Disarming!"
Chen Zhao stepped on the high table and was vividly telling the story of his battle with Grand Master Murong in the ring.
As for which version this is, he can't even remember.
Some couldn't stand his boasting and shouted: "You're talking nonsense again! Murong Fu is a great master, I don't even have to lift a finger to deal with you!"
He didn't answer, but just made a fake slash with one hand: "My Wusheng sword was like this that day..."
"What Wusheng Dao? I saw you being beaten while hanging by Murong Fu."
Chen Zhaodeng was a little embarrassed to get off the stage. His face turned red and the veins on his forehead popped out, and he argued: "I'm just trying to lose!"
His confident manner caused everyone in the teahouse to burst into laughter.
Ning Yan lay outside and listened for a while, and then laughed together.
As the story of Murong Fu conquering Mingzhou with one palm gradually developed, his vest can be said to be completely famous.
There is a shrine dedicated to him along the river bank, and various stories about him are told in the streets. Even his clothes are sold out, and Mingzhou City has become Murong Fu's cultural tourism city.
The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the giant statue newly sculpted by the government office next to Chunfengdu. The heroic figure of the young man in white rising to the sky with a dragon is really fascinating.
It's just that Ning Yan always feels a little uncomfortable with the fact that his statue is placed in the most conspicuous position in Yanliu Lane.
I don’t know, but I thought this was the supreme prostitute who supported half of the street...
Just when he was thinking wildly, a sound of urging suddenly came from behind him.
"Don't look, they are waiting for you at the city gate."
Bi Yuewu and Wu Qing had already packed their luggage and were ready to go. "After so many days of rest, it's time to hit the road."
Ning Yan raised his head and glanced at the sun, guessing that it was almost Chen time, and nodded immediately.
"Let's go."
After all, he decided to follow Si Tianjian to Gyeonggi Province.
On the one hand, it is to solve the problems left by the Guo Kan incident, and on the other hand, it is based on a piece of information provided by Jiang Chanyi.
The Shenxiao Bell, which is related to his life and death, is now in Gyeonggi Province!
Of course, Ning Yan also knew that this trip would not be smooth sailing. Under Chai Ruru's ferocious offensive of krypton gold, he was given a reprieve for less than half a month.
Taking advantage of this occasion, he followed Chai Mingyuan to the Chai family's ancestral home and finally borrowed the full version of "The Nine Transformations of Swallowing the Sky".
Although he was not able to deduce all the third-level parts of "He Transformed into the Self-Heaven", it was enough for him to practice the Dharma, and he did not need to worry about the exercises for the time being.
He asked Li Hetong for advice on the specific purpose of the Shifang Shuijun Order, but did not get an accurate answer.
The statue under the well was bumped into by Li Hetong by chance in his early years. After many inquiries over the years, he only heard a vague name that might be reliable.
Golden Dragon King.
Ning Yan wrote down the name. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Gyeonggi Province. I wonder if anyone knows.
In addition, he also discussed with Chai Ruru late at night the magical effect of the third generation wish, and healed the demon.
The process is not understandable to outsiders.
In short, after this period of rest, Ning Yan has restored his condition to its peak. He has several trump cards that he can use, and he can still run away if he encounters danger but cannot defeat him.
Even if Gyeonggi-do is really a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, he still has the confidence to try it out.
When Ning Yan arrived at the city gate, there were indeed many acquaintances gathered here.
Chai Ruru stood at the front. As the backbone of the Chai family, she couldn't leave at this critical moment. The separation was about to happen, and she no longer looked as strong as before. She threw herself into Ning Yan's arms regardless of the eyes of the people around her. p>
The fragrant nephrite was in her arms, but Ning Yan had no charming thoughts. Her eyes were full of love, and she caressed her back softly, saying softly: "It's okay, I'll be back soon."
"When you finish the matter in Gyeonggi Province, we..." Chai Ruru's voice became lower and lower, and in the end it was almost as thin as a mosquito: "Let's get married, okay?"
Ning Yan was speechless for a moment, not because he didn't want to be responsible, but it was somewhat unlucky to say such words before setting off.
He felt like his back was full of Flags.
Nian Zai Ruru may not understand all these things, so he could only follow the words and answer:
"Okay."
After receiving the other party's promise, Chai Ruru's pretty face turned red. But when she thought that she might encounter trouble this time, she felt a little worried about gains and losses. She pouted and said, "Promise me that you will come back safe and sound!"
Ah this...
Ning Yan took a breath and seemed to see the Death Star getting closer and closer.
But what can we do?
"No problem!"
He grinned with a forced smile, fearing that she would continue to say classic quotes, so he quickly said: "It's windy here, go back quickly."
Chai Ruru turned back three times in one step and reluctantly returned to the crowd. Her eyes were red and she was trying not to let her tears fall.
She looked ugly when she cried. She didn't want Brother Yan to see her ugly appearance.
Ning Yan put away her sadness and scanned the faces of the people she knew one by one.
Chai Jingyi still looked arrogant, even though he had squeezed into the front row, he turned his head and refused to look at him.
Li Tai'an showed his true feelings and burst into tears, waving his hands vigorously: "Brother Ning! I will miss you!"
[The clouds rise and the dragons rise, and you become a prince! This step you take is the beginning of your domination of the world!]
[The cold wind is blowing, you are looking north, your stern eyes are thousands of miles away, and your heart suddenly feels heroic...this fake Zhou Jiangshan will eventually be in the palm of your hand!]
Ning Yan was too lazy to pay attention to it, got on his horse and shouted loudly:
"Everyone, see you tomorrow!"
……
Huainan Road, Chuzhou.
"Cough, cough cough..."
A pale woman suddenly emerged from the rushing river. She dug her five fingers firmly into the sand on the shore, trying hard to prevent herself from being washed away by the river.
She gritted her teeth and persisted for a while, then seemed to have regained some strength, and slowly climbed to the shore using her hands and feet.
Phew, saved...
After many days of drifting, Hongye had already lost her way, but she smiled happily.
Since she doesn't know where she is, the soldiers chasing behind her don't even know.
"Yes, yes, master!"
Hongye patted his head and took off the baggage he was carrying behind him.
The baggage was opened layer by layer, and what was wrapped inside was a middle-aged man with no breath at all. A sword wound deep into the bone on his chest was extremely frightening, almost splitting him in two.
Perhaps corpse may be more appropriate,
Hong Ye took out a clean handkerchief from her arms, squatted by the river and washed it again and again, and then carefully wiped the "corpse"'s face.
After doing all this, she lay on the chest of the "corpse" and murmured: "Master, I will not let you die."
"No matter what the price is..."
Hongye pushed his Dharma form to the extreme, and his body quickly turned into a dark shadow, gradually blending into the cold chest.
The next moment, the flesh and blood near the sword wound seemed to come alive and began to heal automatically!
……
Longmen Mountain, Fengxi Pavilion.
Fengxi Pavilion is surrounded by water. There is a huge sycamore tree planted in the courtyard. Its branches and leaves are like a canopy, which complements the elegant layout of Fengxi Pavilion.
This is the upper room specially prepared by Longmen Mountain for distinguished female monks, which means Fengqi Wutong.
Right now, there is only one person in the Fengxi Pavilion in Nuo Da.
Shen Qiuning sat in front of the case, writing a letter.
She heard the news of Guo Kan's death a few days ago, and the big stone hanging in her heart finally fell.
Ants are greedy for life. If they can live well, who is willing to die?
It's just that there has been no news coming back from Mingzhou, which makes her a little worried.
Although she and Jiang Chanyi usually don't have a good relationship, they grew up together after all, and they know each other's temper well, and they are not like those people who break their promises and get fat.
Such an anomaly must be caused by some kind of accident that she doesn't know about...
After much deliberation and no clue, Shen Qiuning simply wrote a letter and went back to ask for clarification.
After she finished writing, she checked it up and down to make sure it was correct, held the page with two fingers, and muttered: "The world is so far away, go!"
The pages of the book burned out of thin air, and then turned into a spiritual light and flew out of the house.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Ding Dang! Ding Dang! Ding Dang!
The sudden sound of bells at the top of the mountain forced the mountain guarding formation to come out, and the spiritual light hit the invisible boundary and collapsed instantly.
Shen Qiuning didn't care about the situation of the letter. Under the sound of the bell, she felt dizzy. Her feet were so soft on the ground that she couldn't exert any strength, and unexplained murmurs began to appear in her ears.
Fortunately, a strong and powerful voice followed closely behind: "All disciples, listen to the order and guard the spiritual platform carefully! Don't be confused by that evil thing!"
Shen Qiuning knew that it was Master Qingyang on the top of the mountain who was warning everyone, so she immediately recited the secret of pure heart as usual.
But the solemn look on her brows never faded away.
How come the intervals between attacks of this evil thing are getting shorter and shorter...