"Didn't you encounter anything unusual last night?" The Taoist looked at He Xie up and down and asked with disbelief in his eyes.
"Is the Taoist talking about a female ghost?" He Xie got off the couch and walked towards the table.
"Yes." The Taoist said, "That female ghost has harmed many people. If you don't know magic, there is no way you can survive from her hands."
"Can't you survive if you don't know magic?" He Xie asked slowly, "The Taoist priest seems to have some prejudice against people who practice martial arts."
"I am not prejudiced against people who practice martial arts, but I am prejudiced against you!" The Taoist muttered in his heart.
Ever since He Xie showed his indifferent attitude yesterday and regarded human life as nothing, He Xie had been labeled as a villain who "kills innocent people indiscriminately" for a long time in his heart, so he would just sit back and watch He Xie live in the female ghost's house.
In his opinion, when people are bad, they are no different from ghosts.
However, evil disappears after death, so he came to He Xie early in the morning to collect the body.
"Martial arts are useless against ghosts and monsters." The Taoist shook his head, "I made a mistake. I didn't expect you to be a fellow Taoist."
"I don't know any magic, and I'm not a fellow Taoist." He Xie poured two glasses of wine, pushed one of them in front of the Taoist, looked up at him, "Whether it's martial arts or cultivation, in my opinion
We all come to the same destination by different paths. It is a great fallacy for Taoist priests to despise martial arts and exalt magic."
"Different paths lead to the same goal?" the Taoist sneered, "Practice in martial arts is just a training that will turn into dust sooner or later, but cultivating Taoism can make the soul immortal forever. Young man, the relationship between the two is like a cloud of mud.
No, there is no comparison at all."
"Practice in a way is to compete with heaven for life, not to compete with heaven for soul." He Xie shook his head, "Of course the soul is the foundation of cultivation, but the body is also the root of cultivation. Favoring one over the other is ultimately taking a wrong approach, not the right path. Taoist Master
Not cultivating the physical body but only cultivating the soul is just walking on one leg, and you will have to pay the price sooner or later."
The Taoist looked at He Xie with some surprise: "It seems that you really don't understand magic, otherwise you wouldn't have said such ridiculous things."
"The Taoist master is really knowledgeable about martial arts, otherwise he wouldn't be so dismissive of martial arts." He Xie picked up the water glass and took a sip of water.
The Taoist seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "My martial arts are indeed so-so, but they are enough for me to punish rape and eliminate evil and do justice for heaven. What do you mean, your martial arts are very powerful?"
He Xie glanced at the Taoist and said: "If you only use martial arts, you have no chance to make a move in front of me."
The Taoist laughed loudly: "I'm not afraid of the wind blowing my tongue! Young man, do you know what it means that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky?"
"I understand this better than you." He Xie chuckled.
The Taoist snorted coldly: "Just talk and don't do any tricks. Do you dare to compete with me?"
"That's fine," He Xie said with a smile, "let me see how brilliant the Taoist Master's magic is."
"I can't use magic to deal with you." The Taoist sneered, "This place is too small, go outside. Remember, the person who taught you a lesson today is named Yan Chixia!"
"No need," He Xie smiled and drank the water in the cup. "If it's just a martial arts competition, it's fine here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist and shot the water glass in his hand towards Yan Chixia.
Yan Chixia was shocked. She didn't expect He Xie to do it as soon as he said it, but he reacted very quickly and stretched out his hand like a water glass to grab it.
But as soon as he took hold of it, he felt like he was holding on to a piece of red-hot coal. He exclaimed and couldn't help but let go.
The next moment, his eyes blurred, a hand had pinched his throat, and Yan Chixia suddenly froze.
He Xie took back the water cup from Yan Chixia's hand with a smile, released his throat, and said leisurely: "Taoist Master, your martial arts is really just a scratch."
Yan Chixia's face turned red, shocked and annoyed. He never expected that he would be restrained by He Xie before he could even react. The words he just said were like a slap in the face.
face.
"You...you made a sneak attack! This time it doesn't count!" Yan Chixia shouted in shame.
Before he started to practice Taoism, he was once a notoriously tough judge. His fame was due to his strong martial arts skills. But now he couldn't even catch a single move from others. How could he accept this?
"If you don't use magic, you will still get the same result if you try it a hundred times." He Xie smiled and shook his head, "Your martial arts is just like a farmer's style."
Canglang!
Yan Chixia drew her sword with a dark face and said nothing.
"Look at the sword!"
He shouted softly and stabbed He Xie with his sword.
But He Xie just stretched out two fingers and clamped his sword.
Then he stretched out his other hand and flicked the sword's spine with his fingers.
Zheng!
With a sweet sword cry, Yan Chixia felt a strange force that instantly made half of her body numb. The next moment, she found that her sword had been in He Xie's hand.
"This..." Yan Chixia couldn't believe her eyes.
"You, you are using magic!" he exclaimed angrily.
He Xie glanced at him with a half-smile, and Yan Chixia's face suddenly turned red.
He is a Taoist, how could he not know whether what He Xie just used was a spell, but he has never seen such profound internal power and martial arts before.
"Good sword." He Xie turned his wrist and looked at the broad sword in his hand and let out a heartfelt admiration. Then he turned his wrist and handed the sword to Yan Chixia again.
Yan Chixia's face turned green and red, and it was so exciting. He took the sword with a cold snort, turned around and left.
But as soon as he reached the door, he stopped again. He was really unwilling to give in and was too embarrassed.
He pretended to be cold and said: "Your martial arts are indeed good, but if I use magic, you can't even catch one of my moves. Do you believe it?"
He Xie chuckled and said, "I don't believe it."
Yan Chixia suddenly became happy, but when she turned around, she had a serious look on her face and raised her chin and said: "Originally, my magic is only used to deal with monsters, but since you don't know how high the sky is, how can you see it?
Well, lest you be like the frog in the well, ridiculous and pathetic."
He Xie sighed: "You talk so much again, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if you lose later?"
"Hahaha..." Yan Chixia laughed deliberately, "Will I lose to you?"
He suddenly made a hand seal and shouted: "Sword Controlling Technique!"
Buzz!
The next moment, the broad sword in his hand suddenly shot towards He Xie like a sword from a string!
He Xie's eyes narrowed, and he saw the sword suddenly sidestepping as it reached him, but he didn't expect that the broad sword seemed to be like a living creature. As soon as the blade of the sword was parallel to He Xie, it immediately slashed at him.
He Xie stepped on Bagua and dodged again, while the broad sword chased after him and stabbed him in the back of the head.
As soon as He Xie lowered his head, the broad sword almost flew past his head.
He Xie had quick eyes and quick hands, and grabbed the hilt of the sword the moment he passed by.