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laughed at the moment, and shouted: "A group of beasts is here, grandpa is going to do the last battle of trapped beasts today!" ”

As he spoke, the Jun Tian Divine Blade in his hand swept behind him, like a crescent moon and cold light, disintegrating in front of the three beast clans, and the first to bear the brunt was the rhinoceros tiger green wind that made the east gate cold.

He felt a flash in front of him, and then a huge impact swept down the door in front of him. Frightened, he hurriedly waved his blood-drinking blade diagonally to resist. As soon as the blue and red qi and light sides touched, Dongmen Hanqi felt a numbness in his right arm, and then the pain in his heart spread all over his body along his right arm. The whole body couldn't help but be shocked outward by the force of the violent impact.

Seeing this, the other two flag bearers didn't want to stop it at all. They all used their true qi to urge their bodies to dodge the crazy light that was like a crescent moon. Even so, the two of them were still swept away by the powerful and fierce qi wave, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of their mouths, falling diagonally downward.

Nangong Yi was in the middle of a fierce battle, and he wanted to take advantage of this moment to fight wildly and disrupt the position of the Beast Seal Holy Lord, so that he could take his sister to escape by taking the opportunity.

Unexpectedly, before he could completely repel the two holy beast envoys, his eyes were suddenly covered by a purple cloud. Then, a hideous voice suddenly laughed and said, "Boy, although the widow doesn't know what adventures you have in this cave, it will make your cultivation suddenly skyrocket so much. ”

"But if you think that with the skill of this three-legged cat, you can run rampant in my beast clan, then you are really miscalculated. Today, I will let you see the means of the widow, and it will not be in vain. ”

As soon as the words fell, Nangong Yi felt that his whole body suddenly tightened, as if there were suddenly countless vines, binding his body to death.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful mental force rushed straight to his head, instantly plunging him into a misty chaos, and he wanted to resist, but he couldn't do it

When that mental power continued to impact Nangong Yi's divine consciousness, Nangong Yi's consciousness gradually blurred until he completely lost consciousness.

At the foot of Funiu Mountain, Layue, the north wind is like a knife.

The sunset is slightly drunk from one side of the mountain, and the pine trees that stand vigorously along the mountain are like bursts of waves, rising and falling from west to east.

At the foot of the mountain, there is an ancient pine tree, which has grown for many years, and the wind is solemn, making its posture particularly upright. The setting sun passed through the layers of pine needles and fell on a large round stone table, and a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old was holding a yellowed scroll and chanting loudly.

"The stars are divided into bulls, Xinjiang is connected to Huaihai, and Yangzhou Wanjing is sealed. The flowers are fragrant, the warblers are crying, and the bead curtain is ten miles of east wind. Handsome as a rainbow. Trolling the spring gold purple, flying cover from each other. The alley enters the weeping poplar, and the north and south of the bridge are painted in the green smoke.

Remembering the prosperity of the old country. There is a maze hanging bucket, and the moon is horizontal. Pattern brocade sails, pearls splash rain, rather on the horse fish dragon. The past is a lonely one. But the chaotic clouds and flowing water lingered in the palace. It's best to wave thousands of words and drink a thousand bells. ”

This young man has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he is actually a beautiful young man who is alive and well. The words he recited just now are "Watching the Sea Tide" by Qin Guan of the Southern Song Dynasty, which is full of youthful spirit and vigorous and sonorous.

Looking at Funiu Mountain from under the ancient pine, but seeing the strange peaks are handsome, the white clouds are long, the waterfalls are falling, and the forests are deep and the valleys are secluded, but this young man seems to be fascinated by this brilliant and gorgeous speech, and he doesn't even look elsewhere.

Suddenly, from the door behind Lao Song, a woman's voice came.

"Yi'er, it's time to eat!"

When the young man heard this, he put down the scroll in his hand and said to the woman with a happy face: "Mother, what kind of dish did you cook today?" ”

Before the woman could speak, another old man in his fifties came out of the house, and said with a ruddy face: "Didn't you shout two days ago to eat steamed crucian carp, and today you will fulfill your wish." ”

The young man smiled and said, "Dad, it's not just me who is chattering, it seems that you have been chattering longer than me!" ”

As he spoke, the boy grabbed his chopsticks and pinched them towards the eyes of the crucian carp.

The woman said with concern: "Yi'er, you slow down, be careful of burning!" ”

The young man turned his face and shook his head: "It's okay, mother." I'll add a crucian carp eye to you first, this can be eye-catching! ”

The young man was about to move forward, but was stopped by the old man's outstretched hand.

"Yi'er, you said that you can read the books in our family within a year, and you also have to learn a fist book and a sword book left by your grandfather. It's been four months now, I don't know how you read the book, how do you learn kung fu? ”

The young man was proud, but his expression was very embarrassed: "Dad, if I don't take out a little stock now, you won't give me crucian carp meat to eat?" ”

The old man shook his head and said: "At this time, it is almost a year, and my father has to go back to meet your grandfather, if you don't practice the martial arts he gave you, and you can't take out a little bit of poetry and books, my face can't hang it!" ”

When the young man heard this, he patted his chest and said, "Dad, do you really want to see it?" ”

When the woman saw that the two of them were talking about reading and practicing during dinner, she couldn't help but pretend to be angry and said to the old man: "Look at you, now that you are going to eat, why are you asking about Yi'er again?" ”

The corners of the old man's mouth curled and said, "Don't be in a hurry to eat, you know that I have always had a good face." The old man has four sons under his knees, and I am the youngest, because I didn't want to get involved in the grievances on the rivers and lakes, so I brought you here.

In this way, the old man also had a lot of resentment and anger in his heart, last time we went over, the two fist scripture sword books he took out for Yi Er were the two exercises handed down by the ancestors of our Nangong family, although they are not martial arts cheats, but if they are practiced to the point of perfection, they are not comparable to ordinary Jianghu people.

Our Nangong family has been famous for martial arts for generations, and it is precisely because of this that the old man's generation can sit on the throne of the leader of the martial arts alliance. If Yi'er doesn't learn some boxing and kicking, I'm embarrassed to meet the old man. ”

When the woman saw the solemnity of the old man's words, she stopped speaking, but looked at the young man, as if encouraging.

This young man's name is Nangong Yi, and he is the grandson of Nangong Yaoxiong, a martial arts master, because his son Nangong Yin does not like the fight of the rivers and lakes, so he moved here to expire the days of the rural mountain people.

Nangong Yaoxiong is the leader of the martial arts alliance, and his "Wind Palm" and "Dragon You Gong" are very domineering and strong, and no one in the martial arts faction can match his hands. And because Nangong Yaoxiong has thousands of scrolls in his chest, he is elegant and does things brightly, so he was elected by various factions in the martial arts to become the leader of the alliance.

"Good!" Nangong Yi said confidently: "I am not satisfied with you, father, I have already read the books in the family, and I have already practiced a little bit of the two fist scriptures and sword books that my grandfather gave me." ”

Nangong Yin obviously didn't believe his son's words, and said with a displeased face: "You can't blow cowhides, it's only been a few months, and you can read all my books?" Also, although those two fist scriptures and sword books seem simple and easy to understand, if you want to learn the essence of them, it is not something that can be done overnight. ”

Nangong Yi saw that his father didn't believe him, so he handed the scroll in his hand to the old man and said, "Dad, you can test me now to see if I'm bragging!" ”

Nangong Yin saw that his son looked fearless, so he picked up the book and said: "The mist is in the sky, the clouds are tired, and the day is getting longer. Zhenglan Gao mud run, who is Yan Xi, honey spleen ......"

Before Nangong Yin finished speaking, he heard Nangong Yi rush to say: "Dad, the poem you are talking about is Qin Shaoyou's "Qinyuan Spring", which is on the eighty-second page of this book, and its content is 'The mist is in the sky, the clouds are greasy and the day is getting longer. Zhenglan Gao mud run, who is happy with swallows, less honey spleen, and busy with bees at the touch. No one hangs the curtain all day long, and the wind passes the gossamer over the wall.

After the light rain, there are peach sorrows and apricots, and red tears are drenched. The merry heart is susceptible, but it stands still and returns to the soft intestines. Reading Xiao Xi Yaojian, heavy and uniform wax, jade cage gold bucket, iron agarwood. Liu Xia Xiang will travel to the Ye place, and then look back at the Qinglou into a foreign land. Reminiscences, thousands of stacks of barbaric notes, difficult to write. ”

Nangong Yin heard that what his son said was not bad at all, and couldn't help but "huh" and said: "The sunset embroiders the curtain roll, and the water under the pavilion is empty......"

This time it was faster, and before Nangong Yin could finish a word, he heard Nangong Yi reply: "Su Dongpo's "Water Tune Song Tou Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion Presents Zhang Weiyan", page 213 of this volume, the content is: Sunset embroidered curtain roll, and the water under the pavilion is empty. Zhijun is me, and the new windows are wet and red. Long remember that on the Pingshan Hall, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are insignificant. Recognize the drunkard's language, and the mountains are in the middle of nothing.

A thousand acres, all mirrors are clean, and the blue peaks are poured. Suddenly, the waves rose and danced a leaf of pulsatilla. can laugh at the son of Lantai, who has not solved the problem of Zhuang Sheng's nature, and there are male and female in Gangdao. A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind. ”

This time, Nangong Yin was even more surprised, and hurriedly said: "How can you remember to be so accurate, is it to perfunctory me, deliberately cooked the back of this book?" ”

Nangong Yi smiled "hehe", didn't explain, only said: "If Dad doesn't believe it, you can take one of your books and test me." ”

Nangong Yin's expression was cloudy and uncertain: "It's not necessary to take it, what I have in my stomach is enough for you kid to drink a pot!" ”

After speaking, he thought about it and said, "That's what I smell." For a while, the Buddha was in the pure heavenly palace......"

Nangong Yi still reacted like a telegram: "This scripture is "The Buddha Says that the Ancient Buddha of the Big Dipper in the Sky Eliminates Disasters and Prolongs Life", what you are talking about is the content of the one hundred and fifty-third page, Jingyun: I heard it." For a while, the Buddha was in the Heavenly Palace. Gather all the heavens. Emperor Shakti. Eight parts and four congregations. Talk about the law. Then Manjushri Bodhisattva. Get up from your seat. Former White Buddha words. World-honored. I see Emperor Zaifu. Noble and lowly beings. Four elephants and five elements. Agile and stupid. All of them are dominated by the Big Dipper......"

Chapter 2: The Maze

At this time, Nangong Yin believed that what his son said was not a lie, so he hurriedly asked, "Yi'er, how did you do this?" ”

Nangong Yi Chun's face was full of light, and he didn't feel the wind and said: "Some time ago, I was thinking of a method of fast reading and recitation, but one night in a dream, I came up with a method, that is, the 'Impression Spider Web Memory Method'. The so-called impression spider web memory method is to search for what you have seen by one or two words, and then spread, just like a spider web, each paragraph has a web knot.

At this point, if I want to memorize a volume, I just have to look at it and then diverge from a few words in it. In less than a cup of tea, I can remember a large volume of texts! ”

Listening to Nangong Yi's words, Nangong Yin felt extremely nostalgic in his heart, he couldn't imagine that his son was so outstanding, and he couldn't help but have a bright smile on his face.

Before Nangong Yin could speak again, he saw Nangong Yifei jumping two zhang away, and when he was standing, his left foot was in the north direction of the position, and his right foot was in the southeast direction of the Xun position.

Nangong Yin really looked at it, this move is the first type of mountain bow in the "Jingyi Boxing Sutra", Nangong Yi's posture is handsome and handsome, just from the leap just now, it can be seen that he has realized this "Jingyi Boxing Sutra" five points of fire.

Then, Nangong Yi changed his feet and stepped on them, changing them one by one according to the direction of the five elements and eight trigrams, winding and snakeing under his feet, straight out and side in, and changing flexibly. The body is even faster and faster, splitting and hanging, rising and falling, stretching and probing, twisting the waist and cutting the hips, and breaking out of opening and closing. The arms are as dense as rain, fast as lightning, and the whip is whipped, and the force is like a bomb. Full of strength, stretching movements, free shape, sprinkled with arrogance, and changeable.

But in a moment, a set of boxing techniques has been beaten by Nangong Yi, and the fallen leaves on the ground have circled and fluttered, like colorful butterflies and bees. Nangong Yin saw that he was sweating on his forehead, but there was no trace of breath condensation, and he was obviously extremely familiar with this set of boxing scriptures, so he nodded with satisfaction.

The woman walked up to Nangong Yi with a smile like a flower, wiped the sweat stains on his forehead for him and said, "Don't fight anymore, hurry up and eat, even if it is a drill, you won't be in a hurry at this moment." ”

Nangong Yin laughed, and the sound of his palms struck constantly: "Okay, good, this is my Nangong Yin's son." Yi'er has both civil and military skills, and when I go to see the old man tomorrow, I will no longer have any embarrassment. ”

Saying that, he hurriedly pulled Nangong Yi over and sat down, and then the family began to eat happily.

Luoyang City, the eighth day of the lunar month.

In the early morning, a warm ray of sunlight shone down from the wall edge of the city gate and sprinkled on the bluestone brick-paved streets. The city gate has been open for a long time, and the number of merchants and peasants entering and leaving the city gate has gradually increased.

When the sun was rising, there was a lot of clamor in the market, and the owner of the cloth seller carried a large cart of cloth to the edge of the market, set up a stall and opened for business, and there were also people selling rice cakes and fruits.

A mile from the city gate was surrounded by a group of girls, who were picking out their favorite incense ornaments at the rouge gouache stall on the side of the street.

On the opposite side of the rouge stall sat an old man, about the age of antiquity, silver as snow, long hair fluttering, and a pair of eyes that seemed to open and close.

Next to the old man stood a white tent, on which were written four big characters: cloth clothes and gods.

At that time, the market was already lively, but the old man's word measuring booth was sparse. However, the old man seems to have a deep meaning, and does not care about the quality of business.