One stop and one breath, mustard Na Sumeru.

One line is a moment, and the end of the world is close at hand.

The third watch of the night is at a glance, the other party is a master of the Celestial Realm who has been famous for decades, and he will definitely not take the enemy lightly, so he can only suppress it first, and then seek the future.

The principle of striking first is stronger Ye San understands it even more, his body is just a blink of an eye, and he is no longer visible from the side of the bed to the stove at a distance of two feet, and when he reappears, his palms are wrapped in wind and clouds and hit Hai Dongqing's chest directly.

Hai Dongqing has not had any intersection with Ye San, the two have only heard how each other is from other people's mouths, and Hai Dongqing, a rising star who has not tied his hair and waved his palm to touch the sky without tying his hair, Hai Dongqing also did not dare to slack off his spirit, and he had already raised his spirit when Ye San spoke just now. At present, the offensive is coming like the wind, and Hai Dongqing, who has been prepared for a long time, is also caught off guard, and the knife sheath is obliquely raised, which can stand up to the opponent's palms.

Party.

The energy in the palm of the night swelled, and he turned his palm into a claw to hold the scimitar, and as soon as he took it away, he burst out like a stormy wave, and still took the empty door in front of Haidongqing's chest.

The attention of the half-hundred-year-old man who has been sleepless for seven days and nights can be imagined, and he did not show panic in the face of the other party's sudden change of moves, and the backhand of the knife with the scabbard is a killing move, and the scimitar dragged the silver light to attack the door of the night three, and the rabbit kicked his legs and retreated with his body under his feet.

One stop.

After the night three watch, the chasing momentum is more sufficient, the distance between the two is always not an inch, the front and back swept out of the window, in mid-air with a palm for a palm, Hai Dongqing hit the ground with a bang, smashed up a piece of snow on the ground, Ye San's body stagnated slightly, and the distance between the two was quickly pulled in by the night three more made a jack of a pendant.

Palm after palm, one palm is as fast as a palm, one palm is as hard as a palm, and the palms are connected like a rainstorm beating the eaves, like a blacksmith's hammer.

Hai Dongqing retreated, the scimitar saw the move, saw the situation and dodged, and the knife was not messy at all.

He is fast and I am fast, the wind chases the clouds, he is fast and I am fast, and the silver chain drags the thunder.

In an instant, the silver light glittered in the fine snow, like butterflies dancing and turning flowers, such as wide sleeves, and there was a faint jingling sound when the knives and palms touched.

Six steps and six zhang, six exhalation and six breathing, six lines and six stops.

In the blink of an eye, the scimitar of both palms advanced and retreated, and the snow on the road slid out a long ditch-like opening, and the surrounding snowflakes flew in the vast expanse, and the wind was full of silver.

Eight lines, Ye San's palm is imprinted on the blade of the knife, followed by a backhand like a book, carrying fluttering snow slender fingertips across the cold scimitar, falling in Hai Dongqing's eyes It seems to be extremely slow but fast as thunder, and the sound of Jin Ge choking suddenly bursts out.

Hai Dongqing didn't know that the young man in front of him had reached the celestial phenomenon and just blindly attacked, and he didn't know if the boy brother who had a back hand, and he took this palm of the scimitar in front of his chest to protect the empty door and retreated, and with the help of his strength, his body suddenly retreated, and he retreated two feet in a breath, bringing up countless snow.

Eight stops, the night three do not advance but retreat, borrowing ingenuity like a crane to spread its wings and sweep away, only this time to open the distance between the two of them is five zhang. The momentum around the body soared again, majestic like the waves of the sea, and it actually stopped the falling snowflakes, and the radius of four or five feet had become a vacuum.

Draw a circle with your hands, hold the remnants, the wind rises, and the snow moves.

Hai Dongqing is gaining momentum, he seems to be betting that this is the last move of the night three watches, using the power of heaven and earth to break the cauldron and sink the boat, after all, the scholar-like boy in front of him, how much energy can be contained in the thin body?

The scimitar in his hand is raised high, the blue door of Haidong is wide open, the wind and snow are drawn, the blade is shining, and the counterattack is not defended by splitting Huashan with a force, the momentum is overwhelming, and the strength is also through the body, carried by the scimitar, and an invisible knife qi slashes to the night three watches with a thousand forces.

Night Three has changed.

The strange swing under his feet swept out an afterimage, and it was divided into two, four, four, eight, and brought snowflakes to splash even more blurred.

The knife falls.

Suddenly, there was an afterimage, and the third watch of the night had already arrived in front of Hai Dongqing, and he raised his right hand and two fingers to hold the scimitar and stopped the falling knife momentum of the mountain, and the wind and snow eased suddenly.

Nine Lines!

How could Hai Dongqing not leave behind?

The knife does not move, and the scimitar takes root between the fingers of the three watches of the night, and does not move the slightest. Hai Dongqing tightened the handle of the knife, dropped a long and short dagger like a trick, and stabbed at the night three watches who were less than a foot away in front of him with his left hand.

Left-handed knife!

The third watch of the night is the right hand of the knife, sideways, and the left hand is holding the palm of the flower, and the flower is blasted towards the middle gate of Haidong Qingzhong. Hai Dongqing didn't expect to let go of the knife and wanted to stop it, but the night three was more offensive like the wind, and he felt the strong wind through his body halfway through the palm. I wanted to resist a hard blow, but I never noticed anything unusual, and when I looked down, I saw that the left palm of the night was only a finger's width from his heart, and the strength of the palm had cracked the fur shoulder.

Hai Dongqing stood stunned on the spot.

Nine stops.

The third watch in the night retreated.

Hai Dongqing was in a cold sweat.

Ye San stabilized his body even more, "With my current state of mind, the power of heaven and earth will stop and nine lines." After that, if you think about it, it will backfire. ”

Hai Dongqing smiled disappointedly and said, "But I still have a backhand." ”

Ye Sangen looked up at the foggy white who had been hovering above his head and seemed to let Hai Dongqing as his back hand, and said: "Nine stops and nine lines to close your hand, killing it is like stepping on ants." ”

When the words fell, Ye San's left hand was spread out into a palm, and his energy leaked out, blowing the thick snow on the ground and shaking the bluestone slab to crack.

There is a legend that the immortals in the sky can break the river with a wave of their palms. If this exercise reaches the twentieth stop, it will be almost the same.

Hai Dongqing couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva and asked, "What kind of qi machine is this?" ”

Ye Sanwei turned around, ignoring the good deeds in the surrounding shops, "I cultivate domineering, and then turn to merit." ”

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ye Yaer hurriedly turned his head, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the footsteps of his younger brother.

She hadn't seen her brother fight like this for a long time, and she didn't know if it was an equal opponent, but she just listened to the sound of the battle of the tea scene just now, which made her feel uneasy.

In the past three years, when have the two of them encountered such a situation, listening to each other's meaning, they are still in the same realm as their younger brother, how can Ye Yao not worry?

"How?" Ye Ya Yi hurriedly asked, "Are you hurt?" ”

"Nope." Having said that, the third watch of the night still walked a few steps and sat on the chair, closed his eyes and calmed his breath, looked at the nose, the nose looked at the heart, the heart looked at the dantian, the ears listened to the breath, the innate qi, and the spirit and spirit were one.

Just said that it would be counterproductive when it came to ten stops and ten lines, but the three nights were stronger and the qi returned to the dantian perversely, although the last one was done for Hai Dongqing just to scare the old man who boiled the eagle, but in fact, it was not to drain the chaotic qi in the body, if there was no palm, I am afraid that it would be so simple to adjust without breathing.

I didn't hear my brother's voice again, and my heart picked up again, and I got up and groped for my brother to get closer, and the moment my fingers touched it, I was relieved, and I just stood still, listening to my brother's breathing gradually stabilize as usual.

"Scared?" Since his sister came over just now, he has already noticed it, but the operation of the qi machine inside is the most suitable without distractions, and he has the heart to comfort his sister, and he is afraid that it will only backfire and worry his sister. Waiting for the heart pulse to be in place, the third night opened his eyes and asked.

"What can I be afraid of?" Hearing that his younger brother's tone was no different from usual, Ye Yao's mouth hardened again.

Ye Sangen got up and helped his sister sit down, and said with a smile: "That's because I was amorous, and I thought that some people were going to secretly wipe their tears like they saw me go wrong in my martial arts practice." ”

Ye Yaoer was ashamed, and punched Ye San's stomach with his hand, and said angrily: "Die!" ”

Ye Sanguan didn't hide, took a beat, and said: "I haven't moved my muscles and bones like today for three years, and I suddenly became overbearing, and I was a little uncomfortable." ”

Ye San said lightly, Ye Yao has lived with him since he was a child, and she understands his temperament and his martial arts cultivation, and her brother's understatement, she understands that her brother is unfamiliar.

Ye Yao's expression was a little heavy and thoughtful.

Ye Sangen only thought that he had provoked his sister, bent down to look at his sister's worried face, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong?" ”

Ye Yao sighed, "Actually, you don't have to let my whim do this, if you don't want to, let's go." ”

"You do this..."Ye Yaoyi raised his hand and touched Ye San's head, muttering, "It's not worth it." ”

"It's worth it, why isn't it worth it?" Ye San straightened up, "As long as you smile, I can shake Kunlun." ”

The night was suddenly tearful.

She is two years older than him, a mother, and she has the responsibility to take care of him from the sensible.

Except for his mother, the only person he was willing to find was his sister, who was also two years older than him.

In the impression of the night three watches at that time, although his father was the only son of the night family, he could have taken over the old man's position to take charge of the night family. However, my father seems to be unwilling to act, and he doesn't learn all day long and holds a wine pot to get drunk, which is not even pleasing to the old man.

The most common thing that Ye San heard his father said was: Marry your mother, it's enough to do nothing in this life.

For this reason, my father and grandfather quarreled a lot.

On the contrary, the three aunts and uncles in the family are very good at flattery, which makes the eldest son's family like chicken ribs in the night house. said that it was not the Ye family, but the whole world knew that the only son of the Ye family was a drunkard, and said that it was the Ye family, but the old man never cared about their family, and he was the air.

Fortunately, there was a chess, piano, calligraphy and painting, poetry, wine, and tea all the night reverence, and a night three watches that made the dignified national teacher praise, and the old man finally felt that his drunkard son had earned himself a breath.

But the father seems to think that a pair of children have nothing to do with him, and still have nothing to do all day long, drunk and have fun, even if his mother scolds him at every turn because of his drinking, in the eyes of the father seems to praise him and make him very happy.

These things made Ye San, who was gradually becoming a little sensible, not understand how his mother, the world-famous Oiran of the Hundred Flowers List back then, followed this man.

At that time, Ye Yaoer patted the head of the third watch of the night like a little adult and told him: "Because my father loves my mother very much." ”

Although I don't understand these feelings and loves, I also understand that the father who doesn't seem to be awake at any time is very happy every time he sees his mother, and he looks like he got the sugar gourd that his sister bought for himself when he was a child.

Even if his mother scolded him for not being angry and inactive, he was smiling and pouring spirits, and he didn't speak, just laughing, and his mother scolded him, as if his only task was to listen to his mother scold him.

Later, the third night also understood that like his father, it is not as simple as love and love, his father feels that marrying his mother will be worth it in this life, and his mother feels that marrying his father is worth it more than his father.

Until the third night was sixteen years old, he read all the classics of the library coveted by the people of the rivers and lakes, and shocked the world by touching the sky when he left the pavilion, but his mother was assassinated and killed on the spot by a group of enemies who claimed to be at night.

At this time, the night three watches really understood what kind of relationship his father and mother had.

Ye San remembered how heavy the rain was that day, and he also remembered what his mother said to him before she took her last breath.

"Let's bury the knife grave, each generation of knife owners is a knife that they recognize."

"The knife first recognizes the person who bears the knife, and then recognizes the master."

"You have to remember that the person who bears the knife is the destiny of the knife owner."

"If my mother is gone, you sisters and brothers must take care of each other, and you can't be vindictive."

He only hugged his mother and cried, and his sister hugged him and cried.

The mother seemed to be able to figure out how many breaths she could get, and the last few words were for the drunken man.

"Don't forget what you promised me back then, don't let people bully their siblings."

"In the future, no one will scold you in your ear every day, you can be considered quiet."

"In charge, I'm also quiet, and I don't have to smell your wine every day."

After that, the mother didn't have time to pull the hands of the third watch and the night away, and she died suddenly halfway through the lift.

The man didn't know whether he was crying, so he stood in the courtyard, in front of the corpses, let the rain wash the blood stains on his body, and raised his hand to pour a sip of wine.

The man said, "I also promised you, as long as you are comfortable, I can shake Kunlun." ”

Then he went out in the rain and didn't know where he was going.

Three days later, when my mother died, my father came home with a head of white hair, carrying 18 heads all the way, and blood stains all the way to my mother's grave.

"You say I don't know how to learn, you see, I can kill."

"It's a blessing that I can kill people for you in this life."

He sat down in front of the grave for a long time, and carved four big characters on the stele.

Kunlun has been shaken.

At that time, I really didn't know how sad a person had to be to behave like this.

Miles away in the capital, you can also hear the sound of mourning in the mountains, and it has been more than a few days.

The eighteen heads brought back by my father were not even known by the night, and I later learned from others that they were the old man's enemy.

In a few days, there were rumors in the rivers and lakes that the leader of the Jiangnan martial arts, known as "the north night and the south white", and the head of the Bai family, who had been fighting against the night family for more than ten years, did not see the head.

Outside the inn, Hai Dongqing, who was white in the fog, looked up at the room on the second floor, and the soap jade card in his hand was broken into several pieces.

Start shaking Kunlun, and cover your hands to frighten ghosts and gods.