- After peeking down for a long time with such a tense spirit and concentrated eyes, Mo Ye only saw the middle-aged man on the small cobblestone platform slashing an arc in mid-air with one fist and one palm, and the overall body shape could be regarded as a clear movement, so he turned his face and turned his back to her side......

It's probably just a move.

In the martial arts gym move training that Mo Ye had watched over the wall before, a change of posture may be a blink of an eye. But all martial arts moves, on the basis of action standards, don't they all require a fast?

But the commander in a black satin robe not far in front of him who had not temporarily changed his official uniform because of his practice was surprisingly slow, and it took nearly half a column of incense to turn around.

But Mo Ye didn't dare to slack off at all, because she knew that the height of that person's martial arts was terrifying. She didn't know what the middle-aged man's martial arts skills were so high, but she was more afraid of him, just because of him, she got two messages: it was easy to be caught, and it was easy to be severely punished after being caught.

So Mo Ye didn't want to stay here anymore.

When the middle-aged man turned around, Mo Ye only felt that the tingling feeling that was vaguely forcing his gaze seemed to have disappeared a lot. She still didn't dare to relax in the slightest, but as the pressure loosened slightly, she couldn't help but glance sideways at Wu Shu beside her.

――Presumably, the middle-aged man in the courtyard below has to wait for him to change his body shape and turn around with his current practice speed, and he will have to use half a stick of incense, right?

I hope to seize this short time and persuade Wu Shu to find a way to leave quickly, no matter what the reason for his coming here is, let's talk about it when he goes back.

The space in the post groove on the lighthouse was limited, and Mo Ye and Wu Shu sat very close to each other, as if they felt a gaze on their faces, and Wu Shu also looked sideways slightly. He met Mo Ye's gaze.

Mo Ye hesitated for a moment, not daring to speak, but she really wanted to ask, so she moved her exaggerated mouth shape and said silently: Let's go!

After saying these four words, Mo Ye raised his eyebrows high to show his solemnity......

In addition to seeing the changes in the shape of Mo Ye's lips, Wu Shu could almost discern the subtle embodiment of the expansion and contraction of the tip of her tongue, and of course it was not difficult to read what she was going to say.

In his profession, he actually has the training skill of speaking. That is, it is necessary to convey information by simply observing the shape of the mouth, or by expressing the shape of the mouth, and it can be used in many places. He didn't teach these things to Mo Ye to learn, but this skill has actually existed on its own among the people. It's just that it doesn't have a set of perfect rules like the one in his group, which has carried out exquisite and concise creations.

But even those who have not learned these things can express some simple words in this way without a teacher, and the key is that the person who reads them must be able to understand.

For this. Of course, Wu Shu is fully competent.

Facing Mo Ye's words, Wu Shu condensed for a moment, and then also moved his mouth: Qianzhaojing.

This exercise, Mo Ye practiced every day, so more or less every day, he would recite its name in his heart several times a day, which is like a person taking a book before reading it. will be the first to look at its name. The three words that are extremely familiar also make it easy for Mo Ye to read the shape of Wu Shu's mouth.

After pondering the three words Wu Shu said in his mind, a look of surprise gradually appeared on Mo Ye's face.

Three years ago, Wu Shu came here to steal books and succeeded. once told her that what he stole was only the fascicle of the "Qianzhao Sutra". At this time, she couldn't believe that Wu Shu was going to make a move in broad daylight this time, and the owner of this Commander's Mansion was still in front of her!

The corners of Mo Ye's lips moved, and she was about to speak in the way she had just spoken. I saw Wu Shu move his mouth, and said three words: Look carefully.

Mo Ye's slightly anxious expression just now was stagnant again. She seemed to understand that her first thought was a bit stupid, maybe because she was too nervous.

In the middle of the day, in front of his extremely strong boss, he came to steal books in his mansion? How could Wu Shu do this kind of thing, but he had to take her to the Commander's Mansion when his boss was practicing, and he had to squat opposite his boss, so there was only one possibility, to observe the steps of his boss's practice......

And thinking that Wu Shu said the three words of the Qianzhao Sutra, the current Mo Ye can also understand why Wu Shu wants to bring her to the back house of the Commander's Mansion, just because the exercises she practices are actually the same as the Commander's Lord!

Maybe it's a little different, she doesn't practice the full set.

But this was enough to make Mo Ye feel extremely shocked in his heart.

And just when Mo Ye was slightly stunned, she felt that her hand held by Wu Shu was closed tightly for a moment, and she suddenly came back to her senses. Immediately afterward, she saw that the middle-aged man not far away had turned around, and the moves he had revealed when he practiced had also changed.

At this time, his left hand was behind his back, and only his right arm was outstretched, hanging in the air, and he was slowly closing towards his chest. The palm of his hand was flat, palm upward, as if it was holding some fragile object, because in the process of moving, his gaze was fixed on that hand, and his face looked a little focused.

When the Lord Commander came out of the study just now, he didn't have anything delicate in his hand, so naturally he shouldn't have such a feeling, but Mo Ye did see something in his hand at this time.

Exactly, it's not a thing.

It was a leaf hanging over his palm.

If he wanted to play with the willow leaves, he should indeed be careful, the new willow leaves in the spring were still very young, and had not yet fully grown the narrow and thin body that resembled bamboo leaves in the summer.

But at this time, he should not be so careful, because he didn't look like he was playing with the willow leaf, which didn't really fit into his palm, but floated above his palm, still keeping an inch away from his hand.

It was as if the leaf had just fallen from the branch, and it happened to fall on the palm of his slow-moving hand.

But the leaf seemed to freeze its position, and it never really fell on the skin of his palm, but just hung so much, beautiful novel:. It seems to have a spiritual body, unwilling to be chased by the wind, and believes in the fate of falling, but it is precisely because of this that it will be controlled by others, and it can't leave.

Mo Ye stared at this scene closely, his expression was surprised at first, and then slowly turned into a certain infatuation.

-- Is this the embodiment of the peak of the practice of the "Qianzhao Sutra"?

It was about when Mo Ye had practiced for a year that she felt the disadvantages of just breathing in the internal breath and not practicing the external skills at all. But Wu Shu didn't pay any attention to her asking for advice in this regard, neither answered, but also maintained the attitude of not teaching her the slightest outside practice moves.

From that time on, Mo Ye began to collect the scriptures and meanings of external practice moves on his own. Textual, illustrated, or directly climbing over the courtyard wall of the martial arts hall to peek at the martial arts hall disciples to practice, these ways of searching for learning Mo Ye have tried.

Although the end result was that she realized the limitations of her own thoughts, so she gave up this practice on her own. But in those days, she didn't get absolutely nothing. Because of these efforts, she was able to expand some of her knowledge, because she expanded the channels for collecting exercises, and she also obtained several books of exercises in other sects.

Mo Ye remembered Wu Shu's advice that after practicing the "Qianzhao Sutra", she must not change her practice or practice other exercises at the same time, so she did not make any claims to study the meaning of those scriptures. But she had read a little bit of the literal meaning of those scriptures, and she still remembered that one of them mentioned that when the internal cultivation method reaches a certain level, it can drive the qi of the meridians to move outward, that is, the effect of striking objects in the air and walking with the sword.

Mo Ye remembered that when she first read the sentence mentioned in the unfamiliar scripture, she was secretly surprised, but soon because of this sentence, she completely concluded that the scripture was written indiscriminately by people on the rivers and lakes to fool beginners and martial artists, just to sell it quickly.

This realization is also one of the reasons why Mo Ye completely stopped self-learning and practicing moves.

But today, she saw with her own eyes that the exercises that she once thought were nonsense were actually clearly displayed in front of her eyes.

Maybe the exercises she collected are still nonsense, but it cannot be denied that there are indeed such magical martial arts in the world, at least by practicing the "Qianzhao Sutra".

No wonder Wu Shu wanted to bring himself here. Thinking of this, Mo Ye subconsciously looked sideways at Wu Shu, but suddenly saw that Wu Shu's originally calm face suddenly tensed, and Mo Ye also shrank with the tip of his heart, and instinctively looked at the middle-aged man under the lighthouse.

At this time, the only thing that can make Wu Shu's face change drastically is the imminent danger. And this danger can only come from one person at the moment.

As soon as Mo Ye cast her gaze forward, she felt her waist tighten and her body light. At the same time, she saw the middle-aged man not far away, who was just practicing at an extremely slow speed, and his palm holding a tender green willow leaf hanging in the air suddenly flipped over and swept towards her.

Although the palm of his hand was moving faster than when he was practicing just now, his flicking movement was also so gentle that it seemed that he was just going to pick off a little catkins between the green silk of the woman he liked in front of him, but when the tender willow leaf he was holding in the palm of his hand floated with the wind of his palm, Mo Ye seemed to see that the leaf that was close to his eyebrows instantly turned into an iron thorn.

Mo Ye's heart sank.

Hold me tight!

Wu Shu's voice suddenly came from his ears.

The situation at the scene took a turn for the worse, Mo Ye didn't think much about it, and immediately hugged Wu Shu's waist. And the more nervous she is, the tighter she hugs.

Wu Shu was able to let go of the hand that was holding her tightly, and when the opponent he faced became the Lord of the Lords with the glory of the Martial God, Wu Shu could no longer operate the small box in his hand with one hand, he had to go all out - but just to escape!

When Mo Ye hugged Wu Shu tightly, Wu Shu's figure had already jumped out of the lighthouse sentry post, and the small box in his hand emitted a slightly sharp sound, which was the sound that would only be reflected when it was launched rapidly.

Mo Ye knew that Wu Shu was also anxious-