"Ananda knife, there is no death."

Su Liumo remembered. The body is still standing on the bluestone bridge, but in my heart, there is a shadow of a fake monk who is not too old but looks like a vicissitudes of life.

The knife is not a knife, but one of the changes such as static and moving, turning and extinguishing, horizontal and vertical cutting, etc., are all exquisite knife moves, and the essence of the Ananda knife in his mind is reproduced in front of him one by one, and all kinds of scenes in front of him are annihilated for a while, and Su Liu has gradually realized it in his heart.

If you talk about subtle power, this Ananda knife is far above any knife technique that Su Liu has ever seen, this set of knife techniques is obviously the key point of the knife to the enemy, but the result of each knife swing out, but it is only a superficial taste, just like a lover's neck kiss lightly, at most half a point into the flesh, see the good withdrawing force to recover, will not be fatal.

There is no afterlife, only this life. The artistic conception has gradually reached the lofty.

The knife in the hand of Lu Zhu's fake monk is not a knife, and even the knife method is a knife method that does not kill people, so is it also a knife?

Su Liu smiled, and in a blink of an eye, he was no longer worried.

By this time, he had a deep understanding of the various backgrounds and martial arts of this world, and the Shaolin Temple lost seventy-two stunts, and Rama's internal skills were probably an alternative and weakened version of the Yijin Sutra; The Kongtong faction is even more miserable, all the internal swordsmanship can not be regarded as entering the stream, and the Flying Dragon Killing Sword seems to be majestic, but in fact it is not as practical as the Five Tiger Broken Door Knife; The thriving team under the leadership of Xiaoao Li Zuo Leng Chan Zuo Boss is also very different, and the martial arts and swordsmanship are almost lost.

Su Liu's inner strength of Rama, if it is said to be domineering and strong, it is not comparable to the iron-smelting hand-palm method; Naturally, there is no cold and cold like this, but it is a peaceful and supreme path.

This kind of mental method, the aggressiveness is not enough, and he is not liked by Su Liu, but at this time, he knows that this Rama internal strength can just neutralize the fierce and rampant yin and yang qi in his body.

In order to improve the actual combat, he cultivated the iron smelter and these different qi at the same time, although the killing power shown in the fierce battles is extraordinary, and it has always been beyond the enemy's expectations, but the yin and yang qi in the body, the entry is different, there will always be an unbalanced day, and on that day, the yin and yang in the body fight, it will be like a dragon and tiger fighting, and the end is either the meridian burning or the internal force is violent and causing the fire to go crazy, and it is rare to end up.

In other words, Su Liu also knew that his martial arts improvement was actually equivalent to walking a tightrope.

Rama's internal skills, according to the current level of martial arts in the world, Su Liu is estimated to not be as magical as the Northern Shen Gong or the Nine Yin and Nine Yang or the Zixia Divine Skill, but the number of peaceful and stable internal breath runs just what he needs.

Thinking of Monk Lu Zhu's Zen is to sacrifice himself to fulfill the world. Suliu couldn't help it.

Monk Lu Zhu is indeed a wonderful monk.

Although he lost the title of the first in the world, but this receipt is extremely long-term, the first in the world, and the martial arts will be refined in the future, and then come to the world of sword rain, it will be like exploring the bag.

Su Liu couldn't help but think of the path he should take, and the dark eyes in his eyes were brighter than the cold stars, and he muttered: "You have your Zen, I have my way." ”

Su Liuxin walked under the bridge, and under the bridge, there was a young man with an honest and simple face, holding a flagpole in his hand, writing "letter delivery", and walked towards him.

When the two passed by, Su Liu's eyes were flat and straight ahead, smiling and a gentle whirlpool appeared on his cheeks, which was imprinted with the sad knife marks on the left side of his face, but his steps were very steady, and every step was as precise and even as a ruler had measured; The young man on the opposite side looked up at the bridge, and was walking from the other side of the bridge, gasping for breath, touching the sweat, and showing a bright smile.

"SF's little brother, delivering a letter packet, seventeen dollars in the city?"

"Childe, it's not a tailwind, it's Jiang Asheng, does Childe want a letter to deliver? Every other state is one or two. The rustic young man smiled, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

Such a smile is undoubtedly very contagious, Su Liu glanced at him, smiled and said, "Bring a pen and write a letter with me to the boss of the Red Jade Building, Fat You Chen." Oh, no, it's going to be delivered to the drizzle girl on the highest floor of the Red Rain Building. ”

"Fat Chen? Drizzle girl? ”

The simple young man was stunned, his eyes flashed, he lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice: "Okay, no problem." As he spoke, he took a piece of broken silver handed over by Su Liu, and without saying a word, he turned his head and trotted away.

Su Liu shook his head and smiled, meaningful, and walked into the path ahead, looking at the capital with his hands.

The picture is almost frozen at the moment when the two turn around to each other, one to the south of the city and the other to the north of the city

"Mother-in-law, come to a bowl of mugwort tea."

"Eh, okay, it's best to drink mugwort tea at this time, clear away heat and reduce fire, replenish qi and blood, son, come."

Su Liu took a big bowl full of tea in the old woman's hand, he loves to drink, not much tea, this time under the taste of the taste, I only feel that although it is not as mellow as the wine, but there is also a kind of light and fresh lingering between the tongue, which makes people have an endless aftertaste.

The old woman in front of her had a kind face, sat on the small bench in front of the stall, stared at Su Liu for a while, and seemed to be unable to help but ask: "The appearance and bearing of the son are the best Granny Cai has ever seen in her life." ”

Su Liu was stunned and looked at himself, although he was still wearing a purple robe, but after the battle with Lu Zhu, the robe was already broken, and there was a shallow blood mark on his cheek.

Cai Po shook her head and said with pity: "Is the blood mark on his face from his family?" Such a ruthless parent. ”

After speaking, he also shook the pu fan in his hand, and said angrily: "It's not that the old woman is too talkative, how can it be good to break people like this, son, are you okay?" ”

"Okay, don't leave a scar. This ruthless parent! ”

Su Liu only held an empty bowl, there was no room for interjection at all, and looked at Cai Po who was chattering endlessly, laughed, took out a gold leaf from his sleeve and put it in the bowl, and handed it over.

"Don't want the tea money, son, you"

Cai Po was waving his hand again and again to refuse, but he had seen his body rise and rise, and with a long laugh, the figure rose and fell, sweeping away between the eaves, and only a faint purple shadow could be seen.

The neighbors who sat in a row with Cai Po exploded immediately:

"This boy knows how to do magic!"

"It's true, take a breath, Granny Cai has an extra gold leaf in her bowl."

"Scared, is it really a gold leaf?"

"Of course! It really couldn't be more true. ”

"I saw it too, it's really a fairy figure."

Cai Po made a fortune, but she was also very polite.

The neighbors all ate a bowl of mugwort tea and candied fruit with her, but only the little granddaughter of the old fish, who had always been good with her, did not know the blessing, and only invited her a bean skin.

Sanni bean skin.

The little monkey girl held the warm bean skin in her arms, blushed and ran away amid the laughter of the aunts and concubines.

Thinking of the person who loves to eat bean skin at home, the little monkey girl's heart thumped, and her breathing became a little shorter.

Outside the city, cottages.

"Ah Sheng, I brought you your favorite bean skin, can you eat it?"

"Don't eat it, eat it yourself."

The simple young man who was supposed to deliver the letter said hurriedly, his ears fluttered, and he looked at the movement outside the house alertly, and when he saw that there was nothing abnormal, he paused his feet before flying to the beam.

He took a long box from the beam and opened it with a pop, and dust was everywhere.

There is a sword in the box, a finger is drawn, the sword has a cold light, uneven, and a double flying dragon and phoenix.

Jiang Asheng clenched the jagged double sword with both hands, and his eyes lit up with a light like fire.

[Thanks to BB and JJ for their tips]