Chapter 40: Drunken Dreams and Blurred, Dionysian Domain
"The descendants of Nuwa have become aggressive and are ready to harvest their luck!"
Seeing Qing'er performing Wuhen Wuhen and making a brilliant debut, the eyes of two people in the crowd of onlookers brightened.
They have been disguised and look no different from ordinary people. In fact, they wear black cloth hats and have red crosses embroidered on their chests. They have vulgar looks and bifurcated eyebrows. At first glance, they look exactly like the leader of the Demon Cult in Heaven Slaying the Dragon.
】The two elders of Huashan.
But compared to those two comedians, these two are gods and have the power to disrupt the world.
At this time, the god with a slightly square face on the right pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. The god with a slightly rounder face on the left, with two pink patterns tattooed on the left and right cheeks, locked his eyes on Qing'er.
What he looks at is luck.
The main temple focuses on the overall destiny of the world. Ordinary reincarnators focus on the core destiny of the plot protagonist. These two aim at Nuwa's destiny of faith.
With the passage of time, ancient records have long been unknown, and the belief in many gods has disappeared in the long river of history, including Nuwa, the goddess of the three ancient emperors.
Nowadays, except for the Miao border area where the Empress Nuwa is still worshiped, the Central Plains has become very unfamiliar with this name. Many sects of cultivating immortals only worship the Emperor Fuxi, but do not know the Emperor of the Earth and the Emperor of the People. This loss of faith and luck has a lot to say.
Can be done.
The key point lies in the descendants of Nuwa.
Not to mention the onlookers, Lin Tiannan frowned as he watched Qing'er fly onto the ring.
The young master of the Lin Family Fort, who he had beaten with all his opponents in the age group of ten to twenty, was actually provoked by a little girl. It would be disgraceful to win!
However, there is no age limit for the competition in the ring. As long as you come up, even a fifty-year-old girl can become your opponent, so Lin Tiannan warned: "Little sister, the sword has no eyes, you still have time to get down now!"
"Take care of yourself first!"
As soon as Qing'er entered the fighting state, her eyes immediately focused and calmed down, she took up her stance, and her baby voice became a bit cold: "Wing Chun, Lin Qing'er!"
"Still the same family!"
Lin Zhenwei knew the goods, so he began to feel uneasy and chuckled: "Tian Nan, you must be more careful!"
Hints to release water.
Foreshadowing the embarrassment of being hammered.
You can tell at a glance that he is an old man.
"Ah da!"
As soon as he finished speaking, under the astonished gaze of everyone, Qing'er suddenly teleported to Lin Tiannan and knocked him away with a fist.
Lin Zhenwei's expression froze.
Damn it, I said that my son is cheating on me, can you believe it?
Fortunately, Lin Tiannan was not weak either. Seeing that he was about to fly out of the ring, he turned around and almost landed on the edge. His legs were spread apart and the roots of the old tree were entangled. He dug down and looked at Qing'er in shock: "Tian Tiannan
Divine power?"
Qing'er grinned, her expression similar to Huang Shang's helplessness when he taught her, and she hummed.
You can't say that I didn't use even 10% of my power, right?
"Brother is right, these people are too weak, but they also have something worth learning from me. I need to reduce my strength!"
Qing'er slowly retracted her right fist, her strength reduced to 0.05 Sword Master levels. She spread her left hand and made moves with her five fingers.
"I'm offended!"
Lin Tiannan was young and energetic, and had a high self-esteem. How could he tolerate such a provocation? With a clang, the Longquan sword on his waist was unsheathed. As the sword energy flew, the five fingers of his left hand also expanded and contracted uncontrollably, spitting out streams of colorless sword energy.
Qi sword pointing!
This is the basic move of the Lin family's sword energy. In terms of power and concentration, it is naturally not as powerful as the Yiyang Finger, but it is superior in terms of low consumption and short breath recovery. When combined with the Lin family's seven-way sword technique, it complements each other even more.
Lin Tiannan has outstanding talent. Although he is young, his martial arts attainments are already considerable. At this time, he used all his strength, the real sword in his right hand and the imaginary sword in his left hand. It was like a torrential rain. He saw that the faces of the other disciples were as pale as dirt, and finally understood that he was
I just lost unjustly.
Qing'er nodded slightly, shouted softly, fists and feet crossed, and went up to him. He integrated and used the Qinggong movements of various sects, and his body shape was like a butterfly wearing flowers, dancing gracefully and shuttled through the sword energy.
Lin Tiannan was also aroused to be competitive. The tip of Longquan's sword kept trembling, anticipating Qing'er's attack position. At the same time, the sword energy weaved a dragnet to send offense to defense.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The fists and swords intersected, and the explosions of energy continued continuously, and even the heads of the various sects looked solemn.
The skills of these two juniors are still second to none, but their skillful use of power and skillful connection of moves would mean that they would not be able to win easily if they were on the field. It is true that they are the most talented people in the world, and they died on the beach.
Huang Shang showed relief.
The life forms of the two sides are not on the same level at all, and the competition is meaningless. However, Qing'er took action not to bully the big one, but to understand the meaning of martial arts from a different perspective.
The Samsara who taught her Wing Chun was very sinister. Although he raised Wing Chun to a level suitable for the spiritual power of this world, he erased the artistic conception and made the boxing extremely deadly, just for the sake of strength.
It is used for winning, fighting bravely and showing off one's abilities.
However, this also has an advantage. There is no artistic conception, and there is no pollution. You can create yourself and integrate your own life insights into boxing.
Creating your own skills does not mean that you are better than a martial artist who learns other people's skills, but a warrior who creates his own skills must have found a path that suits him.
Therefore, many great masters who have shocked the past and present have spread their magical skills. Now that Qing'er is in a high position, he also hopes to incorporate his own thoughts and understandings into his boxing skills. Even in a battle with Lin Tiannan, he can gain something.
What is a Fawu practitioner?
They must first cultivate themselves to a high level, and only then can they have the opportunity to practice together and make progress together, and become unique descendants of Nuwa!
No one in the martial arts community in Suzhou could understand this level. What they saw was the fighting between dragons and tigers, which was very exciting.
"Okay! Okay!"
As the level increased, many people immediately cheered and cheered, attracting more and more people to gather here.
No matter whether you can understand it or not, just join in the fun first.
For a time, there was thunderous cheers.
The expressions of the two divine descendants darkened.
This kind of development is not what they expected.
No matter how powerful Nuwa's descendants are, they are still too young. I definitely don't have this kind of vision and insight. Have I been taught?
The round-faced god's eyes turned from Qing'er to the viewing platform, looking at the young man who opened the wine gourd and drank sips. The aroma of the wine lingered on everyone's noses: "It's the Jiujianxian. According to the information provided by those little guys, this guy
Chosen by Heaven, he first took back the Earth Spirit Pearl from the Taoist team, and now he is correcting Nuwa's descendants. He is indeed a qualified savior."
The square-faced god with his mouth closed gestured with his hands.
The round-faced god descendant was a little dissatisfied: "You asked me to go to the fire again? Do you think that my demon star's fate can do whatever you want? Why don't you speak out and do whatever you want?"
The square-faced god suddenly spoke: "Do you really want me to say that?"
"Mao!" The round-faced god was startled and quickly waved his hand: "I'll do it, I'll do it. Come on at the critical moment, but don't mess up our arrangements!"
Stopping his companion's irrational behavior, a small whirlpool appeared between the round-faced god's eyebrows, and quickly moved to his mouth. Without seeing his figure swaying, the voice had already appeared in someone's ear: "Such a young child, never
If you start practicing martial arts in your mother's womb, you won't be at this level. Could it be that you're not a human being?"
It was a disciple of the Duanyue Sect. He was watching with rapt attention and cheering repeatedly. After hearing these words, he couldn't help but be startled, his face changed, and then he looked like everyone was drunk and I was alone in waking up.
At the same time, another wave of people heard his voice: "Lin Tiannan is as good as a little kid, but his level is only this. Those who lost to him before were all useless!"
"Who! Who is talking nonsense!"
Over there was the gathering point for the Chuanyun Sect disciples, and the "That's not how they were beaten" was also among them. Hearing this, he couldn't help but become furious and gnashed his teeth.
"I heard that there is a kind of demonization in the Perak Hall that can greatly increase the disciple's strength. If you get it, you might be as powerful as this female doll!"
"When Lin Tiannan loses, which of you will be her opponent?"
"Maybe they are a group of people, deliberately making a show for everyone to see!"
"Kill Lin Jiabao!"
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After a while, the atmosphere of watching the battle gradually changed.
The cheers gradually disappeared, evil spirits rose, and hundreds of people looked at the stage with doubts, jealousy and ferocity.
There is no progression, no concealment, it is just shown clearly and unmistakably.
"What's going on?"
Qing'er and Lin Tiannan were fighting each other. They were completely absorbed in the competition in their hands, and did not pay attention to the outside world at all. Lin Zhenwei, as the organizer of the group competition and a local leader in Suzhou City, keenly realized that the situation was not right, and got up to stop the competition.
"Monster! This girl is a monster!"
However, I don't know who shouted the first voice, and the sound one after another exploded, turning into an overwhelming sound wave, sweeping out.
Seeing the uniform and excited appearance that seemed to have been rehearsed in advance, Qing'er and Lin Tiannan were stunned, each stepped away, and looked over inexplicably.
"Lin Jiabao is working with monsters and deliberately cracks down on fakes!"
"It's okay to insult Suzhou's martial arts community, but it's not okay to insult our brains!"
"Go ahead! Beat them to death!"
The key point is that these are not key masters. In the excitement of the crowd, someone actually took the lead and rushed to the ring.
The scene instantly got out of control.
Seeing a group of people surrounding him, Qing'er was confused: "I'm not a demon, don't get me wrong."
There is a huge gap between the attack methods of monsters and humans, not to mention Qing'er's own infectious ability, which can make creatures of all races subconsciously believe in her goodwill and sincerity.
However, these people were affected by the fate of the demon star in the dark, and their brains disappeared. They could only follow the crowd, wave their fists and attack, blocking the direction of Qing'er's dodge with a human wall.
Lin Tiannan also received the same treatment. The disciples he had defeated before led his fellow disciples to swarm him forward. They did not even listen to their masters to stop him, and instantly submerged him below. Under the random punches, his bulging temples were quickly swollen.
Deflate it.
"My son!"
Lin Zhenwei was horrified: "Little brother, let's save people quickly!"
In his opinion, that little girl could have such attainments, and this Wing Chun senior brother's attainments should be even more astonishing.
The two divine descendants were also on guard when they saw the Jiujianxian stand up. The sword energy suddenly came out and turned into thousands of sword threads to restrain every rioter.
"it's useless!"
The round-faced god smiled.
This sudden riot cannot harm Nuwa's descendants. After all, they are ordinary people, and their strength gap is too big.
It's just that compared to the physical damage, the mental impact is more profound.
The sword energy can control the actions of these people, but it cannot change the twisted faces.
Lin Zhenwei hugged Lin Tiannan, who had shriveled temples, and cried loudly. Lin Jiabao and several other factions immediately drew their swords at each other. The innocent people who were watching dispersed and retreated. Due to the crowds, numerous stampedes occurred.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the originally bustling city of Suzhou suddenly fell into chaos.
This kind of impact is fatal to a child who is ignorant of the world.
"Descendants of Nuwa, please take a closer look at the ugliness of this world. Is it worth saving?"
The round-faced god spread his hands, enjoying his masterpiece.
This method seems to be a spiritual suggestion, but in actual use, it is far from that simple.
The power of destiny is traceless, and the enemy cannot follow the clues to find him. No matter how powerful the swordsmanship of the Jiujianxian is...
Whoosh!
Just as he was thinking about it, the sword energy that had been passing through the crowd suddenly changed direction, and all of them pierced towards him. Their power increased dramatically, and the level of the Ten Thousand Sword Art instantly rose to the realm of the Heavenly Sword, which was so sharp that it penetrated everything.
"impossible!"
The round-faced god's expression changed drastically. Because he was too confident in his own power, he was unable to resist the fierce sword energy at the critical moment.
Seeing thousands of swords reaching his body, his partner was being stabbed into a hornet's nest, and the square-faced god blurted out: "No! We've been discovered!"
Buzz!
A strange aura circulated, and the pointed sword energy suddenly tilted at an angle and passed close to the body. When the sword energy turned, the round-faced god had disappeared and avoided disaster.
"It's so dangerous! You have such a good mouth!"
The round-faced god was sweating in shock, not because he would really be killed, but because once he fought with the opponent, his concealment would be gone.
He has never been good at head-to-head confrontations, and he absolutely does not want to end up in person.
Soon, the two of them met, their round-faced brows raised, and they analyzed carefully: "How did the Jiujianxian discover me?"
The square-faced man spread his hands, pointed at his mouth, and made a motion of sewing a zipper.
The round-faced man said displeasedly: "Okay, I'm not not letting you talk, why are you like this?"
The square face spit out in one breath: "Let me tell you? What the hell are you asking me to say! You are a fool. Every time you overestimate yourself, underestimate the enemy, or make a miscalculation, you always blame me. You don't use your words all the time.
Yes, you can’t say anything normal? I really can’t stand it!”
"Who asked your Legalist to follow his words, and also added a Tang Sect's poison? I don't know how to practice it, but he got it like that. Okay, okay, don't panic, don't worry about the wine.
How did the Sword Immortal happen to us? Our goal was achieved, it was just a false alarm. We, Xuanming and others, travel across the world and rely on operations. You see..."
The round-faced man comforted his companions and pointed to the ring, then his expression suddenly solidified.
Because suddenly, the rioting audience in the arena, who were immobilized by the sword energy, the master of the Lin Family Fort who sent the white-haired man to the black-haired man, and even the descendants of the Jiujianxian and Nuwa, all rippled down.
But the next moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice of cheering came to my ears.
"Good! Good fight!"
The round-faced god's eyes were dazzled, and he found himself in a crowded crowd again, surrounded by cheering spectators. On the stage, Qing'er and Lin Tiannan were competing in martial arts. After turning over and over for dozens of moves, they finally stopped and clicked.
Stopped, causing huge cheers.
"What's going on? Where's the chaos that just broke out?"
The round-faced god looked around in disbelief, sniffing the smell of alcohol lingering in his nostrils, then looking at the young man drinking, and finally understood: "No, it's an illusion!"
To describe it as a fantasy is not too accurate, but the effect is indeed very similar.
Huang Shang just noticed an unusual breath from the crowd, it was fleeting and extremely weak.
He never believed in any perception errors and immediately suspected that there was a reincarnation strongman hiding in the audience.
Those whose specific positions cannot be determined must be the strongest among the strong.
For the first time, he launched the Dionysian realm.
Wuming condenses the absolute realm, and the Dionysus Sword Immortal is naturally no worse than him. Due to the recent research on the level of life, the Dionysus realm has deepened in this aspect.
As long as the life form does not override the Dionysus, when one smells the fragrance of Dionysus, one will unconsciously become confused and fall into a drunken dream that seems to have happened but not yet happened.
Ever since, Huang Shang, in his drunken dream, saw the crowd suddenly erupting and rushed onto the stage like crazy, besieging Qing'er and Lin Tiannan.
That kind of chaos not only liberates the desire of the flesh and blood will, causing it to fall into blind impulse, but also suppresses the desire for survival of the flesh and blood will, enough to launch a suicide attack.
Otherwise, they would be like Master Jian, who would only dare to comment behind his back and would not dare to face Gang directly with the powerful Qing'er and Lin Tiannan, the strongest among his peers.
Therefore, once this kind of irrational chaos breaks out, it will not only have a chain reaction in this arena, but also in the densely populated Suzhou City, hurting countless people...
Fortunately, under the Dionysian realm, turmoil only exists in drunken dreams.
But no enemy was found.
It was clear that the Heavenly Sword had been locked, but in the end it failed inexplicably, and another unreasonable force reversed the cause and effect.
Huang Shang glanced at the crowd of spectators again, remembered the two strange smells in his mind, and took a sip of the wine.
The next moment, a smiling face appeared in front of you: "Brother, I'm back!"
Huang Shang looked at the satisfaction overflowing from her brows, smiled and said, "How do you feel after this battle?"
Qing'er agreed without hesitation: "Before I went on stage, I wanted to make Wing Chun famous, but after finishing, I felt that it would be best if everyone had fun together. I want to stay happy until I grow old!"
"No matter what you study, the fundamental purpose is to live a happy life. If you can make more people happy besides yourself, that would be great!"
Huang Shang touched her little head, and Qing'er took advantage of the situation and sat in his arms. A small snake's body couldn't wait to wrap around her, and she narrowed her eyes and smiled.
"Don't worry, you will be happy until you grow old, and you will grow old very slowly!"
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(The reincarnation [Xuan Ming Er Lao] was provided by the book friend "I dare not say that I have ever been drunk".)