"I'm coming too." Yang Kaixin jumped up to the deer platform and met Mi Qilin face to face, and suddenly stretched out his hand, "Hey, don't be anxious, Mi Donor, I have something to say here."
Mi Qilin came from a noble family and couldn't stand a nun who didn't abide by the Buddhist rules and regulations. He was eager to take action, but when Yang Kaixin stopped him, he couldn't bear it and said, "Say."
"Jing." Yang Kaixin smiled and said, "In the current state of the rice benefactor, the poor nun can win quickly without using his sword."
Mi Qilin secretly grabbed his fist and said coldly: "If you have nothing to say, I won't accompany you."
Yang Kaixin raised three fingers and said, "At least three sentences."
Mi Qilin realized that he had fallen into the trap of Yang Kaixin's words. He couldn't get angry. He suppressed his temper and said, "Say."
Yang Kaixin paced with his hands behind his back and said with a leisurely smile: "There were four groups just now. Tao Wangji was chosen from the net, Di Pingan was chosen to be a martial artist, Moichiro was chosen to be Wenliu, and Beijing was chosen to be Sima Zhong. Each group chose non-major sects.
Player, yes?"
"I chose you." Mi Qilin didn't want to follow Yang Kaixin's lead.
"Hmm... that's true. The poor nun will lose to you first." Yang Kaixin originally wanted to say that the first four groups all chose players from non-major sects, which was consistent with her previous point of view, but now she was retorted by Mi Qilin,
Even if he knew that Mi Qilin chose her out of anger, he still believed that there would be players from non-major sects in the next three groups, but there was no solid evidence, so he had to admit defeat, but then added, "You must know very well, I have seen your
As for swordsmanship, you have never seen me actually take action, so at least at this point, you are at a disadvantage."
Mi Qilin smiled and said, "Can you win just by talking?"
Yang Kaixin smiled and said: "No."
Mi Qilin said impatiently: "Then why are you talking so much?"
Yang Kaixin smiled and said: "The poor nun wants to use his sword."
"Arrogant!" Mi Qilin had no intention of listening to Yang Kaixin anymore. The soft sword was like a dragon coming out of the sea, the clouds were flying and the wind was blowing, blocking Yang Kaixin's vital points, leaving no room for him.
Yang Kaixin brushed his hands with his cassock and said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, the poor nun also wants to tell the rice benefactor a story."
Mi Qilin said: "It's never too late to defeat me!"
Yang Kaixin said: "Winning is a matter of course. I'm afraid that the rice benefactor will walk away and the poor nun won't be able to talk about it."
"Hahaha!" Mi Qilin had never encountered such a delirium nun before, and he laughed angrily, "A monk with sharp edges and yin and yang, I advise you to return to secular life! A snake riding on the mist!"
"What was it like when the ancient mirror was not polished?" Yang Kaixin saw the power of Mi Qilin's sword change and become suddenly blazing, but he remained calm and evasive, and then asked.
Mi Qilin frowned and said, "What does it have to do with me!"
Yang Kaixin asked again: "What happens after the ancient mirror is polished?"
Upstairs in the North View, Master Evian smiled and thought to herself: This little girl is bluffing people with historical cases again.
"What the hell! What can you do to me!" Mi Qilin was furious, rushing to activate his Qi, the sword was fierce and fierce, and his murderous aura was boiling, "Draw out the sword! Draw out the sword!"
With just this call, the viewers knew that Mi Qilin was in a state of confusion.
Yang Kaixin put the two fingers of his right hand together and recited the Emei Sect's "Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong" sword technique, like a Buddha holding a flower and smiling slightly.
Mi Qilin suddenly noticed that Ruanjian had involuntarily changed its sword path to follow Yang Kaixin. He was surprised and blurted out: "Smelly nun, what kind of magic are you doing!"
"It's not a magic method, it's -" Yang Kaixin said with a smile, "The energy of the sword fills the heaven and the earth, and thousands of swords obey my orders. The clouds and flowing water are in Emei, and ten thousand Buddhas come to worship - you and I are together!"
Snapped!
Yang Kaixin clapped his palms, clamped the soft sword, and said with a smile: "The ancient mirror is the benefactor before it is polished, and the poor nun is the ancient mirror after polishing."
"Shameless!" Mi Qilin pulled hard on the soft sword, but it couldn't pull even an inch. He said angrily, "Let go!"
"Wow, the little nun is really strong!" Everyone on the viewing floor exclaimed.
Master Evian knew in her heart that her beloved disciple had the upper hand, but the disparity was not as great as it seemed. Knowing yourself and the enemy was the key to an easy victory.
Yang Kaixin folded his sword and said with a smile: "Donor, did you listen to what the poor nun said?"
"How presumptuous! Who wants to listen to your nonsense!" Mi Qilin was ashamed and annoyed. He kept exerting force, wishing he could immediately take back his sword and kill the arrogant little nun in front of him.
Yang Kaixin said: "If you listen to it, it will be your chance to donate."
Mi Qilin suddenly let go and sneered: "If you lose, you lose. Who wants to hear you recite sutras!"
The Fengyun Monument flashed with light, and Yang Kaixin said regretfully: "Donor, your sword."
Mi Qilin stretched out his hand to snatch back the soft sword. He was so angry that he couldn't calm down. When he saw the stone flying towards him, his eyes couldn't help but heat up.
Shi Yi was not in a hurry to call out this time, and said with a smile: "Noon has arrived. Let's take a rest for a while and come back to continue." After saying that, he turned around and patted Mi Qilin on the shoulder. He asked with a gentle voice: "Little girl, drink
A cup?”
After leaving Shenlu Terrace, Mi Qilin followed Shi Yi outside Shishuo Winery and wiped the corners of his eyes, "Uncle Eleven, you brought me to such a far place, can you get back in time to host it?"
"It's an hour, not to mention-" Shi Yi smiled and said, "They are waiting for me anyway, what are you afraid of?"
Mi Qilin was slightly surprised and said: "This..."
Shi took Mi Qilin to the third floor. He found nothing there and started to consider it himself. He asked with a smile: "Little girl, you are the only one chosen by the 68 families to participate in the competition. Doesn't it feel good if you fail this time?"
Mi Qilin said: "The Sixty-eight Family is not a place where top experts gather. You have to be mentally prepared to win or lose."
Shi Daodao: "But I see you are very depressed."
Mi Qilin burst into tears and said angrily: "I just feel aggrieved by losing to that nun."
"why?"
"Why did she teach me a lesson?"
"But she did win the duel."
"Then it's not up to her, a little girl, to teach me a lesson!"
"Emotionally speaking, the little nun is indeed a bit aggressive, but from a starting point, what she said does make some sense. Do you want to listen to me, a senior, talk about it?"
"Uncle Eleven is willing to give you advice, how can this junior not refuse?"
Shi Yi said slowly: "I probably know why you feel uncomfortable. Just like I said, they were waiting for me anyway, and you had fallen into the little nun's magnetic field. This feeling is indeed uncomfortable. But I said the little nun was right.
There's some truth to it, but with your temper, I'm afraid you won't be able to listen even if Boss Mi personally lectures you."
Mi Qilin said: "My uncle specializes in talking about great principles, but I don't understand."
Shi Yi smiled and said: "How about I break down a few sentences and let you know why the little nun can beat you?"
Mi Qilin nodded, "Uncle Eleven, please tell me."
"The little nun said that she has seen your swordsmanship, you should know what she is referring to."
"Senior Renqi and I fought too hard."
Shi Yi smiled and said: "Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy, little nun does have an advantage in this."
Mi Qilin said: "I'm afraid this junior will lose far more than this."
"There are three more things I can tell you." Shi Yi noticed that Mi Qilin had calmed down a lot, and said with a smile, "Your sword moves have a shortcoming, and it's not the sword moves themselves, but you."
Mi Qilin frowned deeply and asked, "How do you say this?"
Shi Yi thought about it for himself, and said with a smile: "Just say 'dragon goes out to sea', straight to the point, what we strive for is to defeat the enemy quickly, and then think of new moves when the opponent is trying to take action, not to mention taking the initiative, at least not falling into passivity
, you might as well look back and think about what happened when you made the move?"
Mi Qilin said reluctantly: "Change first?"
"Exactly." Shi Yiyi said, "This change slows down the speed and gives the opponent time to respond."
Mi Qilin said: "My original intention is to make the other party unpredictable."
Shi Daodao: "This is the second point. I remember that the little nun recited the Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong Sword Art before drawing the sword. You must have felt that the sword power was out of control."
Mi Qilin said: "That's true."
"Then you said that the little nun was using magic, right?" Shi Yi smiled and said, "Your original intention was to make the other party elusive, but instead you couldn't figure it out first. What should you say?"
Mi Qilin said: "Uncle Eleven, can I defeat her?"
"This is the third point." Shi Yiyi said, "I remember the little nun said one word to you when she first came on stage."
Mi Qilin asked in confusion: "What word?"
"Jing." Shi Yi drank a glass of wine, "Little girl, this is what Uncle Eleven said, you have to go back."
Mi Qilin sent Shi Yi away, stayed on the third floor for a while, and then passed away to the wine house. As he was walking silently, he was suddenly shouted at by someone. He looked up and saw a young man with a tiger-like head and a tiger-like head, and said angrily: "You are like a dog, you