Chapter 33: A Battle to the Death
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The old man's white robe waved, he was very chic, he looked like a master outside the world, his face was still smiling, but his eyes were sharp and profound.
"There are times in life that must be had, and there is no rush in everything. Sometimes it's half a while, but it comes naturally, just right, and you can see the people you really should see. ”
The old man dragged out his tone, and his words were also unfathomable.
"What are you talking about, old man? I don't understand, and I really don't have the money to give it to you. Mu Xinya was already anxious, and then he said that a large string, like this, the whole person was even more foggy.
The fortune teller is not to make a living, since she has no money, then he will not be entangled anymore.
"Haha! It's okay, it's okay, the girl will understand in the future. The girl's destiny is returned, and the old man didn't dare to say much, let alone afford the girl's charity. The old man stroked his gray beard leisurely, took a few steps back, and made way for her.
It's a pity that Mu Xinya didn't take his words to heart at all, and seeing that he finally finished speaking, she hurried on.
She vaguely heard something behind her, and when she turned around, she was startled again.
The white-robed old man was kneeling on the ground in her direction, his hands touching the ground, his forehead touching the ground, and the spotless white robe was scattered at random, like a snowflake that had just fallen on the world.
The sound she heard just now was the sound of the old man's forehead tapping on the ground as he bowed.
This...... What's going on?
Mu Xinya trembled and withdrew her gaze, knowing that she had grown so big, it was the first time that someone had bowed to her.
What a strange old man, she suddenly felt the cold wind blowing, and hurriedly ran away.
The lilac figure gradually disappeared, and the old man straightened up, slowly got up from the ground, patted the mud on the white robe, and then stroked his beard for a long time.
Hehe, it's been 20 years, and the person who can make him perform such a great gift again in 20 years can't imagine that he is still the descendant of that family!
"Floating like a dream, for the joy of geometry, floating like a dream, for the joy of geometry......"
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The distant mountains are hazy, and the river is clear and beautiful, just like in the past, but the leaf boat in the middle of the water is missing. This is the place where he saved Mu Xinya from the hands of the "mountain thieves" that day.
Fang Yunting stopped by the river and stood with his hands in his hands. The breeze ruffled the corners of his moon-white clothes, revealing the trim of silver openwork hibiscus. The curved eyebrows rippled softly, like a bright first quarter moon in the night sky, and all the previous bohemianism was gone.
His eyes fell on the surface of the lake intentionally or unintentionally, making it impossible to see what he was thinking at the moment, but Mu Xinya's beautiful face involuntarily appeared in his mind.
Remembering the look of surprise she had when she saw him here that day, and the tears that glistened in the corners of her eyes.
Suddenly, a few faint sharp sounds pierced the air, and the target was precise without half a point difference, and it came straight at him.
Fang Yunting retracted his thoughts, and suddenly put away the white jade fan in his hand with a "bang", his left hand was still behind his back, hidden in the sleeve robe, and his right hand was holding the handle of the fan and rotating rapidly, the speed of the movement was almost dazzling.
"Pop, click! Smack, click! ”
After only a few crisp and continuous sounds, the hidden weapons glowing with silver light fell all over the ground, but none of them could get close to him.
"Good kung fu! Zhu admires! ”
An angry voice seemed to sound from the sky, and the next moment, a bamboo root in a black robe shot out of the air quickly.
Landing steadily, a faint smile appeared on his ugly black and thin face, and at this time, Fang Yunting had already turned around and was facing him.
"I haven't seen you for a few days, I can't imagine that Fang Gongzi's skills will advance instead of retreating", Zhugen smiled, and there was obviously a strong hatred in his words.
A cursory glance around, the anger and hatred that had accumulated in his chest suddenly erupted, making Zhugen's eyes bloodshot.
This place, even if he dies, he will not forget it, it is here that the eldest brother and other brothers died tragically under Fang Yunting's hands.
"Why, you're going to the trouble of looking for me, just to find out what I'm up to? Or do you want me to send you to Huangquan as soon as possible and reunite with Zhumen? ”
Fang Yunting seemed to be smiling on his face, holding the handle of the white jade fan in his hand, knocking it again and again.
As expected, after hearing this, Zhugen was immediately enraged. The black and thin face quickly turned red, the green tendons on the forehead burst out, and the rat's eyes were round.
"You're damned!" He roared, his thin body swaying violently from side to side. The next moment, he soared into the air, his hands were wide open, and countless hidden weapons shot at Fang Yunting again at a rapid pace.
"Insect carving skills."
Looking at the hidden weapons flying in the sky, Fang Yunting snorted coldly from his throat, unfolded the white jade fan in his hand with a "snap", and then waved it quickly.
In that dense net of heaven and earth, a steady stream of hidden weapons makes people overwhelmed. As time passed, Fang Yunting was gradually at a disadvantage, and several hidden weapons brushed the edges, cutting through the corners of his moon-white clothes. Seeing this, the bamboo roots in mid-air felt even more happy, and couldn't help laughing.
Fang Yunting's face suddenly turned cold. Damn, he's wounded at the moment, he can't be trapped here, he has to fight quickly now.
Stretching out his arms and tapping his toes, Fang Yunting's whole person rose into the air. A large hand burst out of the air, and a series of silver needles glowing with silver light shot out of his sleeve like lightning, heading towards the bamboo roots.
Hmph, here we go again, this time he's not as defenseless as last time.
A contemptuous smile appeared on Takene's lips, and his body jumped up, dodging the string of silver needles without much effort. Fang Yunting immediately moved quickly in the other direction.
Is this going to run?
Zhu Gen stabilized his body and released the hidden weapon again and again, and his movements also changed with the direction of Fang Yunting's movement, still firmly locking him.
In terms of speed, he was far above Fang Yunting, and today he vowed to make it difficult for him to fly.
"Rub—"
Just as Fang Yunting was dodging those hidden weapons while waving the white jade fan, several hidden weapons grazed his body and cheeks, and blood gradually seeped out. And Zhugen's offensive did not retreat but rose, aggressive, beckoning people to death, Fang Yunting's face began to appear a little pale.
Suddenly, he snorted in pain and frowned. Looking down, several sharp hidden weapons were inserted into his arms and chest impartially.
"Hahaha! Fang Yunting, don't think that you are the only one in the world who can use hidden weapons. You will definitely die this time, and if you want to blame you, you are injured, and you are no match for me. But don't worry, I will leave you a whole corpse, as a small reward for your father's kindness back then. When you get underground, don't forget to kowtow to my people in Zhumen to make amends. ”
Zhugen looked at Fang Yunting, who was in a hurry in mid-air, and laughed heartily.
After finishing speaking, a bit of ruthlessness and determination appeared on Zhu Gen's face, and with a turn of his hands, in an instant, a silver dart covered with poison appeared between his two fingers, and after aiming at Fang Yunting's fatal point, it shot straight at it with the momentum of thunder.
Fang Yunting was trapped between the nets of heaven and earth, the old wounds on his chest that had not yet healed had been torn open, and blood gushed out, staining his moon-white clothes red. A strange light flashed in his eyes after he saw the deadly dart.
The blue sky is as clear as a wash, the sun is shining, and the lake is shimmering.
As soon as the darts came out, Zhugen crossed his arms, ready to enjoy the picture of Fang Yunting being screamed to death by the darts at the center door. After a few moments, though, he couldn't laugh anymore. He faintly heard a little sound, but it was not Fang Yunting's dying screams.
I only heard a faint "plop", a splash of water, and the air was filled with yellow smoke, and I couldn't see anything clearly for a while.
What about people? How is it gone!
Zhugen was surprised to find that Fang Yunting's figure was just a flash, and then a burst of yellow smoke shrouded the surface of the river, and when the smoke gradually dispersed, where was Fang Yunting's shadow in his sight? Only the hidden weapons on the banks of the river were left.
Damn it! Could it be that he let him cheat and escape again? Thinking of this, the bamboo root clenched his five fingers angrily, making a "creaking" sound.
Finally, if you are about to succeed, you will be able to avenge the eldest brother and brothers, and you will fall short again!
Suddenly, Zhu Gen was slightly stunned, and then thought about it, Fang Yunting was an old patient and a new injury on his body at this time, how could he escape so easily under his nose?
Could it be that Fang Cai's burst of yellow smoke was just a disguise, Fang Yunting deliberately made him think that he had escaped, and wanted to come up with a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, but in fact he didn't run away at all.
In that case, where could he hide, and how did he hide his aura so hidden?
Takegen raised his hand to touch the black mole on his chin, and kept thinking in his mind, and his eyes couldn't help but move to the sparkling lake.
Just now, he clearly heard a little noise, and it was so similar to the sound of water......
Could it be that Fang Yunting is hiding in the lake at the moment?
Zhugen squinted slightly, lowered his arms, and held a pair of hidden weapons in each hand. He held his breath and silently paced towards the lake, stopping a step away.
Takegen suddenly hesitated in his heart, a little hesitant. According to his understanding of Fang Yunting, even if Fang Yunting was at a disadvantage now, he still had to guard against him and was wary.
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Leling walked on the bustling street, and his heart was still in a trance. Looking at the people on the street, all of them were talking and laughing, and they were happy, Le Ling's heart was sour, and her eyes were wet.
The sea of people is vast, where should she go to find Mo Wuxie? And, miss, where are you now?
She walked aimlessly, when suddenly, a light purple figure flashed a few steps away from her.
Le Ling's eyes widened in disbelief, but tears blurred her vision, and she hurriedly raised the back of her hand to wipe away her tears.
The woman in purple inadvertently turned her head, which made Le Ling see her face more clearly.
This is a familiar face, this man ......
Le Ling's whole person seemed to be struck by a bolt of lightning, and his body couldn't stop trembling.
It's Miss! It turned out to be a young lady! She's met Miss here!
Seeing that the young lady who had been thinking about it day and night was now in front of her, Le Ling immediately howled and cried, so excited that she couldn't even speak.
Miss, Ling'er has finally found you, and Ling'er can finally have an explanation with Madame!
Le Ling wiped her tears while crying, and suddenly found that her young lady was in a hurry, running farther and farther, so she came back to her senses and immediately chased after her.
"Miss! Miss! I'm Ling'er, Miss, wait, Ling'er, Miss......"
The crowd was full of voices and the hustle and bustle of the market drowned out Le Ling's poignant call. Just as she was just looking ahead, still shouting "Miss" in her mouth, a sharp pain suddenly came from her back.