Three hundred and thirty town three mountains twenty three
"My master can only teach you the moves, but you have to understand the true meaning of the sword technique yourself. Otherwise, the power of the sword will only have its own form. It's okay to scare people with a paper frame, but you will be vulnerable to a real attack."
After Zhang Wu sheathed his sword, he said to Wei Changpan earnestly, "If you don't know how to walk, then just watch how others walk. When you learn to walk, you will have to figure out how to run, jump, and fly."
"Other people's knives belong to others, and you should have your own knife."
The past events, big and small, flashed through Wei Changpan's mind like a revolving door. His solemnity when he practiced boxing for the first time in the brothel, his high spirits when he touched a knife for the first time in his master Qian Erye's home, and how he felt after climbing to the first floor.
I was filled with joy, but felt so sad that my hands were stained with blood after killing someone for the first time...
Bit by bit, they gather into a stream and eventually return to the lake in the heart.
The mind that was originally occupied by Ye Chenliang was suddenly attracted by Wei Changpan. The king of Xiaoyaoshan frowned slightly with his thick eyebrows.
He felt the gradually rising dangerous aura from this young man who was gathering momentum, like a very fast knife slowly sharpening its edge, which could only bring him some painless blows in a short while.
The skin was injured, but once Wei Changpan was allowed to continue to gain momentum like this, God knows how far he could cultivate his sword power.
Ye Chenliang, who noticed Wu Erlang's eyes, understood that he could not delay much by just talking. Wei Changpan, who had only just gathered his momentum, might be able to hurt the former with his sword, but if his combat power could not be damaged and the foundation was shaken, then after using the sword, he would still be able to fight.
Isn't it their death date?
Ye Chenliang relied on his light body skills and thought that he was 70 to 80% sure that he would be defeated and leave. But if he allowed this kid to be killed casually by Wu Erlang, would the old man he met that night still keep his promise? I'm afraid he wouldn't use the power of the government to pursue him.
Even if you kill thousands of miles, you are lucky.
As long as he still wants to kill Wu Erlang and live happily in Jinpen, he can only protect Wei Changpan from death. What's more, all his confidants who knelt down to beg for mercy have been killed, and the help led by the old man has not yet arrived.
, right now, the only thing he could hope to inflict damage on that bald donkey was the ready-to-go knife.
If he had been less interested in concubinage and spent more time concentrating on studying martial arts, he probably wouldn't have to rely on others today...
The regret in Ye Chenliang's heart flashed away, and then the ripples and aura in his heart slowly calmed down. There were so many women in the world who stayed with Ye Chenliang bitterly, and he pityed them one by one and still had to sigh with emotion in this life.
Washing hands? To use a cruder analogy, wiping the shit on your buttocks will not allow you to poop again? A joke.
This flower-picking master whose nature is easy to change quickly opened his iron fan, and dozens of poisonous silver needles hidden on the fan blades flew towards the King of Xiaoyao Mountain with lightning speed.
The poison simmered on the tiny flying needle was prepared by Ye Chenliang himself. This flower-picking master with extremely broad knowledge traveled almost all over the southern states of Dayao for two years for these dozens of hidden weapon poisons.
It took a while to purchase all the items, but during that period, I had many romantic affairs with the women of the Barbarian Village, especially after my romantic relationship with the witch from the Barbarian Village.
The most extraordinary ingredients in the world are entrusted to him.
To this day, when Ye Chenliang recalls those days of fighting in bed day and night, he can't help but lament that the spring rain moistened everything silently.
That barbarian village witch
She had nothing to ask for from Ye Chenliang, she just begged him to spend more time with her in Manzhai. Ye Chenliang, who was intoxicated by the tenderness of his country and couldn't help himself, had no reason to say no.
That was one of the few times Ye Chenliang's heart moved when he wandered around the world. He wanted to take her away to see the big cities that seemed to reach the sky. He wanted to cover her with the softest brocade from the Jiangzhou Weaving Bureau, and use Huijinfang to mix it with her.
Gold-pink strips of blue and white lined her eyebrows, and he took her to sit on the top of the city when the setting sun was still half rays. She leaned on his shoulder and her green hair was like a waterfall. He called her his wife and she called her husband.
However, the most affectionate person in the world is always betrayed by ruthlessness.
He finally matched up with the strange poison that has been lost for thousands of years. After many dangerous pursuits, in the end, didn't he always win by relying on this unexpected flying needle hidden weapon? Just scratch a little oily skin, no matter how many layers you have
No matter how strong and tough the martial artist in the building is, he can only die a moment and a half later.
If his life wasn't hanging by a thread, Ye Chenliang would never use this flying needle. Every time he used the hidden weapon, the faintly sweet taste of the poison always reminded him of the witch whose heart was broken by him.
Even though all the indignant men in the whole stronghold wanted to cut him into pieces, she had already sent him out of the stronghold, and finally delivered to him the ingredient that was the most extraordinary in the world.
Dozens of simmering poison flying needles flew toward Wu Erlang in a fan. Even if Wu Erlang's bald donkey had the ability to reach the sky, could he still avoid them all? Even if they all avoided, could it be that these ten were the only ones on his fan?
Flying needle?
When fighting against each other, even ten Ye Chenliang might not be Wu Erlang's opponents, but if it comes down to scheming, the King of Xiaoyaoshan would be far behind.
In the past, Ye Chenliang was reluctant to use these flying needle hidden weapons, mostly because the poison he prepared back then had been exhausted over the years. This time, the flying needles hidden in the iron fan are using the last few poisons. If they are all there,
Wu Erlang used it on him. If the old man who was traveling with Wei Changpan was torn apart later, wouldn't it mean that he had no means of self-protection?
However, Wei Changpan was not in the habit of putting his life in the hands of others, so how could he, Ye Chenliang, have done it? What if this kid had been gathering his strength for a long time, and the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, wouldn't it be so tiring that he had to fight desperately to stop Wu Erlang?
joke.
Ye Chenliang's wishful thinking was ringing in his mind. It would be best if these dozens of flying needles could kill the terrifying King of Xiaoyao Mountain in front of him. He could also save those flying needles to bargain with the old man.
As a bargaining chip, if the government does not pursue the case for ten years, is it too short? What about ten more years? If we really can’t reach an agreement, we can add five more years, no more.
Hidden weapons such as the Flying Needle do not rely on mechanics, but rely entirely on the strength of Ye Chenliang's opening of the fan and flicking his wrist, so it is better to be within ten steps. If the distance is slightly further, even a thicker cotton-padded and leather jacket can be used to fire the flying needle.
The needle blocked it, but at the moment Wujiro was only wearing loose burlap clothes, and the flying needle could penetrate it as soon as it was pierced, so it couldn't be blocked at all.
Why are they burlap clothes? Why would Takejiro, a bald ass, wear such ill-fitting clothes?
Wei Changpan, who suddenly felt alarmed, saw that the King of Xiaoyao Mountain did not dodge except for raising his hand slightly, and immediately shot the last dozen or so poisoned minute hands hidden in the iron fan towards the latter's face.
Wu Erlang, the bald donkey, actually wore inner armor today for the first time! This is something Ye Chenliang never expected. No wonder he dared to stand still before...
Raise your arms to avoid the inside
On the upper and lower arms that were not protected by the armor, dozens of flying needles were all pierced into the armor surface of the rhinoceros leather armor Wu Erlang wore under the wide hemp cloth clothes. They only penetrated half an inch into the armor and were far from being able to injure the flesh.
the point.
The flying needles that were launched towards Wu Erlang's face in a hurry were not as unexpected as the first wave, and their strength could only be considered average. As expected, they were blocked by the former with his linen sleeves, and he shook his clothes and followed the rhinoceros.
The flying needles on the inner armor surface rustled to the ground.
"Did you rely on such a flying needle concealed weapon to secure your position as king?" Wu Erlang glanced at the small but deadly poison flying needles with interest, "The poison that can kill you when you touch it was still lying in bed back then?"
It took a few minions on Niushan Mountain to figure out the information with their lives, but I don’t know how you, a flower picker who only knows how to look for flowers and willows, was able to get such a strange poison."
Ye Chenliang, who was ashen-faced, regretted his rash move just before he missed the target, and gradually understood in his heart that he would have used this flying needle when he was being chased in Suzhou, otherwise the poison would be so poisonous.
He will not be stretched to the limit in just a few years. Even if he can deal with most of them afterwards, it is inevitable that he will not be able to withstand the investigation of the root cause by interested people and reveal some clues.
Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Ye Chenliang, who lives next to Wu Erlang's Woniu Mountain at the right time, has also planted his own spy on Woniu Mountain. When things are normal, he will naturally be in front of his opponent.
Well, once something happens in Woniu Mountain, a carrier pigeon will deliver the news to him in less than a stick of incense.
"I was originally thinking that your Ye Chenliang's method of suppressing the bottom of the box should be interesting, but I never thought that this method of simmering poisonous hidden weapons would be an inferior method." The King of Xiaoyaoshan seemed to be a bit sad, "No wonder you, Ye Chenliang, were in the fourth martial arts class.
He hesitates on the threshold of a building for many years, he is just a mediocre person who loves to practice small things..."
"shut up."
"Not only is he a mediocre person who likes to do a lot of things, but he also has little ability and a bad temper."
"shut up!"
"There are some rumors in Suzhou Jianghu. It is said that when you, Ye Chenliang, were traveling in the southern states of Dayao, you had a concubine from a barbarian land. She stole all the precious medicinal materials enshrined by the tribe and entrusted them to you. Tsk tsk, the result
The matter was discovered by the tribe, and he took full responsibility for the crime. He humiliated others and then threw him into the deep mountains and forests and left him to fend for himself..."
"shut up!"
Ye Chenliang's face was distorted and had veins sprouting out, his eyes were bloodshot, and the figure of the Barbarian witch who did everything he wanted seemed to be right in front of him. She was clearly naked and skinny, no longer the same as when she first appeared by the waterside.
Seeing Wan Yi's graceful appearance, his smile was still clear and flawless, as breathtaking as the clear blue sky after rain in a barbarian land.
Ye Chenliang has never had such a moment in his life. He wants to go back to the mountains and forests of the barbarian land, find the person he let down at the beginning, hold her hands that are no longer tender and soft, and use
For the rest of my life, I should have said that I'm sorry long ago.
The infamous flower-picking master smiled foolishly, completely ignoring the fact that tears were streaming down his face.