amaotonovel Chapter 259 Dusty Old Mink Fur
Chapter 259 Dusty Old Mink Fur
Jiang Wen looked at him and didn't intend to give any more explanations, while Hong Wending remained motionless in place, as if he was going to be willful today.
The way this pair of masters and disciples get along has always been unique. Jiang Wen has always regarded the calm-minded Hong Wending as an adult, leaving him to make his own decisions about right and wrong. Jiang Wen often even leaves without saying goodbye, putting the safety of other disciples at his disposal. on his shoulders, and Hong Wending never let him down.
But this time was the only time Hong Wending was willful since he became a disciple, and Jiang Wen rejected his request so decisively.
Yuan Ziyi stood aside and observed, and felt that although Jiang Wen was not formal in front of outsiders, his demeanor in front of his disciples was very serious and majestic. If he had to make an analogy, he looked a bit like the one on the edge of Panchi. The statue of the Master.
She originally wanted to ask Hong Wending what was going on, because she had seen Hong Wending's Kung Fu in Guangzhou City, and did not think that the young swordsman in front of her could be equal to him, but as smart as she was, she immediately noticed the clues and quickly swallowed her words. go back.
"Wen Ding, I am a teacher for your own good."
Jiang Wen sighed after a long silence and said seriously, "If you insist on taking action today, you must agree to three things as a teacher."
Hong Wending said respectfully: "But it depends on the master's instructions."
Jiang Wen stretched out three fingers and said slowly and helplessly.
"First of all, this time we will use martial arts to make friends. If someone gets angry and gets angry, the teacher will immediately stop them."
Then Jiang Wen's left hand holding the sword shook slightly, and an ancient blade as deep as water was revealed in the cirrus red copper scabbard.
"Second, there is a high wall between armed and unarmed. You use the sword as your master to face the enemy. During this period, you are not allowed to use fists and kicks."
Finally, Jiang Wen saw that Hong Wending still didn't hesitate at all, and took the lead to turn around and walk towards the open space outside Tongtian Hall.
"Third, if you lose today, you must follow my instructions and go down the mountain to do something for me, and you must not show off your martial arts or reveal your name and origin on the way. Do you understand?"
Finally, Jiang Wen turned his head slightly and asked softly, but this time the person speaking was no longer Hong Wending.
"Are you willing?"
The young swordsman stood up quietly with his long sword in his arms. He remained silent from beginning to end, but also walked out of the hall together.
The group of people came to the cliff behind the Tongtian Hall. The ancient rocks here are towering, and the pines block out the sun. Because the high altitude is obscured by the drifting clouds and mists, it loses its rugged and steep momentum. The eyes are full of flower-shaded green paths, and the chirping of orioles and birds. , seems to be very frank, gentle and full of spring.
Hong Wending held the sword in his hand. He felt that this ancient sword was extremely sharp and had a cold light. It was no lie that it could split gold and cut jade with one swing. So he held his left arm firmly in front of him, holding the ancient sword horizontally by his side. His eyes followed the direction of the sword and extended into the distance, looking directly at the young swordsman.
"Please advise."
The young swordsman noticed the fierce fighting spirit and hurriedly walked out of the fugue. He looked at Hong Wending with slightly narrowed eyes. One second, he seemed to have just understood where his opponent was, but the next second, his messy hair He tied it tightly and slowly took out the long knife in his arms.
He was originally wearing a messy, loose robe, and his slovenly appearance was unremarkable. However, upon closer inspection, he turned out to be a sable fur coat covered in dust and lint, and the sword in his arms was even more shocking. ——
Only half a foot of the blade of the blade was exposed, and a cold green light was already shooting out. When the blade was pulled out of the sheath, the cold light flickered on it, and the handle of the blade was inlaid with gold and silver wire in the shape of a crescent moon. The sharp edge is so sharp that it can't be beaten by Jiang Wen's Zhanlu sword!
Yuan Ziyi took a breath of air when he saw this and pushed Jiang Wen beside him.
"No wonder Master Jiang wants Wen Ding to use the sword!"
Jiang Wenze turned his head politely, pretending not to see the greed in her eyes.
"That's not the case. Although Wen Ding's fist and kick skills are superior, it is always inappropriate to lurk the secret dragon-shaped fist among them - the second thing I consider is the factor of sword fighting to rival each other."
Hong Wending also clearly saw the shadow of Lengyue's sword. Because the other party remained silent, he immediately drew his sword and stabbed the young swordsman's chest and abdomen.
This sword strike was fast and urgent, with a cold light flashing. In an instant, it was approaching the side of the body, and suddenly cut into a foot within a foot of the young swordsman's body. When the wind of the sword swept across his broad and old coat, the remaining remains on the fur robe were A piece of hair was faintly hidden.
The young man's expression remained unchanged even when the ice blade was about to touch him. He seemed to cherish this worn-out mink fur. The next moment, the cold moon sword popped out of its scabbard. He held it in his hands with his wide hands and slashed out with a slash. , the castration is actually more fierce than the fast sword!
"Well done!"
Hong Wending's eyes flashed, and the Zhanlu Sword also drew a mysterious arc in the air, like a meteor from the sky piercing back again, and this time the attack was even more swift than before. I don't intend to leave the other party a chance to breathe.
But when the young swordsman faced the crisis, Leng Yue's sword was swung faster and faster, until it looked like water could not be poured in from all directions. Even with the menacing force of Hong Wending's fast wind sword, he could swing the sword behind closed doors at the same speed. , for a time, swords and swords were flying and dancing, and they were in a stalemate.
Yuan Ziyi saw her phoenix eyes shining in the distance, and thought that this trip was indeed worthwhile. Just looking at the sword skills used by the young swordsman, they had the same effect as the "Golden Dragon Whip Technique" she had practiced so hard, and Hong Wending's Although the fast sword was sharp, it also gave her a glimpse of the essence of fist, move and palm techniques to attack and save the enemy.
She couldn't bear to miss even the blink of an eye, and asked Jiang Wen quietly: "Master Jiang, you didn't let Wen Ding fight with him before. Could it be that his kung fu is far superior to Wen Ding's?"
Jiang Wen's Qi was as if it were hidden in an empty mountain, swimming in Zifu. Hearing this, he shook his head: "Their martial arts are still between the two of them, and their martial arts qualifications are also very different. If they fight, they may not be able to tell the winner." burden."
Yuan Ziyi said strangely: "Then why are you so opposed and why do you still have to set so many rules?"
Jiang Wen had no choice but to explain: "Girl in purple, sometimes fighting may not be a good thing. Just watch it for a while and you will understand."
As he spoke, Hong Wending slowed down Kuai Jian's offensive. The rapid consumption of physical energy forced him to find other ways to defeat the enemy. The opponent's physical strength far beyond his peers was also the key to the problem. The force of the backlash was already too much for him to bear.
Seeing the right moment, Hong Wending withdrew his sword and turned around. He stared at the person wielding the sword, quickly performed Shaolin Qinggong and began to swim away. After rising up, he stepped on the tree trunk with both feet, and then stabbed his opponent with a sword.
The young swordsman was astonishingly calm. His eyes were looking ahead, as if he was completely oblivious. He only used his keen sense of hearing and touch to distinguish his opponents. He was even more agile when facing Hong Wending's surprise attack. In the blink of an eye, he actually handed the sword to his left hand, using strange moves. It changes wildly, cutting from the opponent's unexpected direction, and the sword's power is as majestic as the strong wind!
Hong Wending did not expect that the opponent's change of moves would come so suddenly and violently, and he was in mid-air and it was difficult to move. Therefore, he could only rely on the strength of the fight to change his position at the moment, and narrowly escaped the fatal blow. A knife edge was left on it.
Yuan Ziyi almost screamed, this move had obviously gone too far, but now Jiang Wen still didn't care, as if he really just came to watch the fun and completely forgot about the rules he had set before.
Hong Wending, who was on the line between life and death, sheathed his sword behind him. There was no flaw in the Qi of his body, and even his face and demeanor did not change at all. The grandmaster demeanor of Yue Zhiyuan Ting was clearly visible on his body.
Seeing that the previous quick attack failed to produce results, and that the enemy had to be saved and there was little chance of winning, Hong Wending did not step forward rashly this time, but pressed his left hand in front of him.
As he breathed, his Zhou Zhenqi flowed slowly as he breathed in and out. His Shaolin internal energy, although not strong, was still pure, transforming like a silkworm spinning silk. His internal energy was sometimes clear, sometimes turbid, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, sometimes pure. He refutes it, and actually begins an endless transformation - this is the strange trick he came up with when he was bullying the strong with the weak in Guangzhou Prefecture!
As Tiancanzhen Qi escaped from the acupuncture points all over his body, Hong Wending felt as if the gentle breeze and the warm sun had substance, and the heaven and earth were as clear as ever. He could even feel his thoughts reverberating in his mind like a horse's hooves.
Hong Wending slowly closed his eyes, because at this time his eyes had become a burden and would hinder the realization of the senses that go straight to the brain. He "perceived" that there were two strong auras. The essence of the internal energy in one of them was indifferent, but at this time it was squeezed by the heart orifice and was spinning like flying. The blood energy in the other body was rolling like a wolf and a tiger, but the internal energy seemed to be there. If not, it can only rise and fall with the surge of Qi and blood.
"Be careful."
Hong Wending has achieved some success in his "Celestial Silkworm Kung", and the words he gives to his opponents are just a warning, but he has no reservations in his martial arts.
This time he made a move, the ancient Zhanlu sword in Hong Wending's hand finally bloomed with a cold light imitating Jiang Wen's. His figure moved like thunder and lightning, and the sword's power was like a spirit snake spitting out a message. The moves were hard but soft, but the fighting spirit was still there. Without any concealment, he stabbed the young swordsman directly.
"Wen Ding's internal strength is indeed the upper hand. Leader Jiang has taught him well."
Yuan Ziyi calmly began to compliment Jiang Wen, feeling that he had to gain some internal skills during this trip, so that he would not be wasting so much thought and energy.
Jiang Wen touched his chin and commented: "In the battle of the world, internal strength comes first. However, my original internal strength may not be comparable to other top masters. It is only because of the wonderful use of it that I can compete with them."
Sensing the oppression of the aura, the young swordsman narrowed his eyes slightly, and he actually stood up from the ground. The Leng Yue sword circled around and faced the Zhan Lu sword. The eyebrow moonlight engraved on the handle was shining brightly, and in In Hong Wending's field of vision, he could only feel that the opponent's energy and blood were soaring, almost rising like flames, and he unexpectedly faced the enemy with another late attack and counterattack.
But this time, the sword move was uncharacteristically, sometimes empty and sometimes real, and there seemed to be endless evil in the continuous movement. Its speed was as fast as lightning, and its virtuality seemed to be closed. Three sword lights lit up at the same time, and the knife wiped the throat. , stabbing the chest with two knives, and then touching the vagina with three knives. The appearance of the feedback from the inner force of the Celestial Silkworm is like a fierce tiger dormant on the blade, with its knotted muscles and colorful tiger skin intertwined, struggling to tear through the inner force of the Celestial Silkworm. The snare is coming!
Although he was far away, Yuan Ziyi still noticed the cold evil aura of the young swordsman.
No wonder even Li Dingguo, a battlefield killer and a famous general in the world, was shocked by this. This man's sword skills are full of evil spirits that can't help but take life and death——
This kind of idea that should have erupted at the moment of life and death is now completely occupying the mind of the young swordsman, and with the help of a delicate sword technique that is uncertain between reality and reality, and yin and yang, he kills the enemy. The meaning is beyond words!
"Master Jiang, this move is too dangerous! Go and stop them!"
Yuan Ziyi eagerly grabbed Jiang Wen's sleeve. She also liked to use dangerous moves, so she was more aware of the sinister intentions of these moves. It was obvious that there were hidden murderous intentions everywhere, but Jiang Wen remained indifferent, staring intently into the distance, hearing the words He answered slowly after a long time.
"Have you seen it clearly? Wen Ding's martial arts foundation is strong, and he already has the aura of a master in his side-by-side attacks. However, his opponent's sideways moves, his sword moves sideways, and he always ends up in a certain death spot. This opportunity is for Wen Ding. Words are too precious..."
Yuan Ziyi listened to Jiang Wen's explanation and didn't understand how his attitude could change so quickly, but soon he heard Jiang Wen sigh slowly.
"Unfortunately it's too early."
When Hong Wending faced the fierce tiger coming out of the mountain, his fighting spirit reached its peak. He could sense the awe-inspiring sharpness of the young swordsman along the way. It was precisely because of this that he used his skills to tame and tame them along the way. The inner breath of water grinding is as patient and calm as sharpening a knife.
Even though he had simulated countless battle scenes in his mind, he still forced himself to endure it until today, and then officially challenged the opponent when his mood, internal strength and external strength were all at their best.
Jiang Wen once taught them the "Nanhua Sutra", but he gave up because the sound of Little Shitou grinding his teeth while sleeping was too loud. Hong Wending only remembered one sentence: "Those who calm down are the ones who succeed after doing so."
It is difficult for Hong Wending to describe this intuition, but he can feel it in the dark. The other person has something that he is in urgent need of now. If he can absorb nutrients and grow quickly, then he will quickly get a glimpse of another, broader world. world.
The two of them continued to fight, and Hong Wending found that the foundation of martial arts he had practiced before was no longer effective. Every time he attacked, he had to change his moves immediately. If he was not quick enough, he would fall into the opponent's consecutive killing moves.
With Hong Wending's gift of vision and Jiang Wen's careful guidance, he shouldn't have been passive in the wave of offensives. However, the young swordsman's moves were very strange, and he always faced them without fear of life or death. When he was attacked, he would not counterattack with subtle and exquisite sword moves until the sword was less than a foot away!
An inch short and an inch dangerous, at this distance, whether it is a gap for changing moves or retreating, it is extremely narrow. It seems that what the other party wants is to meet in a narrow road, and let the enemy's energy and blood boil in the air. , hastily choose a life-and-death path!
There was another clash of swords, and the young swordsman's long sword suddenly turned up, and the "moon in his arms" turned real into imaginary, and was about to stab Hong Wending's lower abdomen. Hong Wending was still protecting his body with "Celestial Silkworm Qi". Naturally, he could recognize something strange, and quickly used force to kick the opponent's wrist in the air, trying to knock the magic weapon out of the young swordsman's hand.
But as the moves came out, the young swordsman had already turned the illusion into reality. He was slashing all the way, the sword was advancing, the body was retreating, the sword was retreating, the momentum was continuous, the moves were counter-attacking, and the palm was suddenly clamped with the knife. He reached out and gave Hong Wending a solid blow on the chest, followed by a sword move before moving forward!
The next moment, Hong Wending had reversed his sword posture and slapped it with his hand. The ancient Zhanlu sword in his palm buzzed, soared into the sky from the side of his body that he had deliberately covered, and flew directly towards the young swordsman's vitals. The cold light dazzled others. Can't open my eyes!
The fierce sword move and the fierce sword move were about to collide. Suddenly, they were clamped by two fingers. Jiang Wen, with dancing Taoist robes, stood between the two. The sword attack had stopped in the blink of an eye, and the overwhelming power attached to it was like The mud cow entered the sea and disappeared in an instant.
"Give me some face and stop it."
Jiang Wen turned his fingers into palms and gushed out his inner strength. The Leng Yue sword drew an arc and returned to its sheath with a clang, while the ancient Zhan Lu sword also returned to his waist after a burst of sword flowers in his palms.
"Wen Ding, you lost today's competition."
Yuan Ziyi watched the battle for a long time and couldn't help but help after hearing this.
"Headmaster Jiang, this is obviously you trying to sidestep the situation! Just now the opponent repeatedly attacked, and Wen Ding repeatedly backed down. This last move was just a courtesy, so why do you say he lost?"
Jiang Wen ignored the clamoring Yuan Ziyi and looked at Hong Wending alone: "Are you convinced by what the teacher said?"
Hong Wending nodded without sadness or joy: "Disciple is willing to admit defeat."
Yuan Ziyi, who was ignored, still stepped forward with anger, put his arm around Hong Wending's shoulders to stand up for him, and said: "Wen Ding, don't listen to this master's fallacies. It's clearly a tie today! I'll go down the mountain and ask fellow Jianghu people to testify. , so that I can bring justice to you!”
Jiang Wen frowned slightly and said calmly: "Girl in purple, if I teach you a martial art afterwards, can this dispute be considered noble?"
Yuan Ziyi immediately looked at Jiang Wen with a smile as bright as a flower, and was about to step forward.
"What dispute? Who has a dispute with whom? I'm just here for an outing to enjoy the scenery. Does it have anything to do with me?"
After solving the troubles on this side, Jiang Wen turned around and looked at the young swordsman. When he saw that the young swordsman was not paying attention and was kneeling on the ground, he couldn't afford to indulge, so he said with a troubled face.
"Put the knife away. Your evil spirit is too strong. Jiang is determined not to include you in the Wuyi sect's door. At most, he will be a registered disciple and teach you a martial art."
The young swordsman was overjoyed when he heard this. He rolled up his black mink fur and was about to bow down, but Jiang Wen secretly used his inner strength to support his knees to prevent him from continuing to salute.
"Don't worry, Jiang hasn't finished speaking yet. During the training period, you must choose one of the sword and the mink fur to be handed over to the teacher for safekeeping. You can decide for yourself."
The other party struggled for a long time, but in the end he was not willing to take off the tattered mink fur, so he had to hand the cold moon sword to Jiang Wen, and Jiang Wen returned the favor and threw the hatchet on Hong Wending's waist.
"There's no need to be too polite. If you cause trouble in the future, just don't say that you are your teacher." (End of Chapter)