Chapter 7: The Blow
"Don't embarrass me?" Duan Qianxing was slightly annoyed, "I want to embarrass you." ”
After finishing speaking, he rubbed his hands, and three talismans shot out, turning into three yellow lights in the air, sealing the left, middle and right directions of Zhuxiang.
Zhuxiang's face did not fluctuate in the slightest, with a wave of his hands, a large area of yin qi gathered over, and a harsh sound sounded, like cold water poured into an oil pot, and the yellow light dissipated without breathing, turning into three blank runes and falling to the ground.
Duan Qianxing's face sank when he saw this, "I underestimated you!"
Zhuxiang looked at him coldly, "Are you going to leave?"
"Hmph!" Duan Qianxing's face was a little unbearable, his left hand pinched the trick, the demon token in his right hand was raised high, his lips opened and closed quickly, and gradually, a black glow appeared on the token.
Zhuxiang's face remained the same, her figure flashed behind the piano table, her hands waved, and suddenly the elegant piano sound sounded, and the sound waves spread outward like something tangible.
However, the sound wave only reached a few feet in front of Duan Qianxing's body and was blocked by a layer of condensed black light, and no matter how difficult it was to enter, Duan Qianxing immediately changed the seal, and the black light on the token was sheng, and there was a tendency to push the sound wave back.
Of course, Zhuxiang will not sit still, the hand speed is getting faster and faster, the sound of the piano is becoming more and more sharp, and the power of the sound wave has increased significantly.
"Zhu Xiang, you can't have such a strong mana, have you practiced any evil arts, or has someone done something to you?" Duan Qianxing couldn't help but ask, you must know that even a powerful ghost can only use a few innate spells, like Zhu Xiang, it is impossible to integrate yin qi into the sound of the qin to form a sonic attack, without practicing a specific technique.
The bamboo fragrance was unheard, the hair was flying, and it looked like a madness, obviously losing his mind, or his nature.
Duan Qianxing was a little angry, "Zhuxiang, don't force me, I don't want to beat you to the point where your soul is gone!"
"If you have the ability, you will scatter my soul. Zhu Xiang finally spoke, her voice cold and piercing.
Duan Qianxing's mind was horizontal, and he took out a yellow talisman with his free hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the rune paper spontaneously combusted, and he read word by word in his mouth, "Fire Exorcism Order!"
As soon as the word came out, his five fingers snapped together, and then opened, the rune paper and the flame had disappeared, replaced by a flame mark, he slowly slapped a palm towards the bamboo incense, and a beam of fiery red light shot out from the palm of his hand, and the void blurred for a while, as if it had been scorched.
At the same time as he cast the spell, Zhuxiang slammed down the strings with both hands, and then pulled hard, and in an instant, the yin qi in the room was like a long whale absorbing water, and even her body was a little illusory, and as soon as she let go, it instantly condensed into a long knife as black as ink in the air.
The style of this knife was simple, as if it had infinite magical power, and as soon as it appeared, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing, and a gurgling and piercing sound sounded, and a black line was cut into the void.
Duan Qianxing's expression changed drastically, and he asked in disbelief, "What kind of spell is this?" Zhu Xiang, what kind of evil skills have you practiced!"
As soon as the words fell, there were two bangs, and the black light emitted by the demon token was shattered one after another, along with the true fire of the fire exorcism order, and the magic knife stabbed at the door of his face without slowing down.
At this moment, Duan Qianxing felt a chill in his hands and feet, he had never felt that death was so close, even though he had already died once.
Just when Duan Qianxing wanted to be desperate and temporarily condense the mana to urge the small tower in his mind, a trace of clarity flashed in Zhuxiang's eyes, and with a volley of grabbing, the magic knife stopped, and then slowly dissipated, she glanced at Duan Qianxing with a complicated expression, "You go." ”
Duan Qianxing opened his mouth to say something, but as soon as Zhu Xiang waved his hand, the yin qi churned in an instant, and a strong force hit his chest, and his body flew up involuntarily, smashing a hole in the wall and landing in the hall.
"Hey, little junior brother, why are you so noisy!" Qiusheng walked out disheveled, and Wen Cai on the other side also stretched out a head and looked at him suspiciously.
Duan Qianxing's heart was extremely aggrieved, he took a deep look at Zhuxiang's room, slammed his fist on the floor, turned over and ran.
"Little junior brother?" Qiusheng wanted to chase after him, but a disheveled woman behind him grabbed him, "Little handsome guy, do it again, it's really rare for a strong man like you." ”
On the other hand, Wencai didn't need to pull it and went back by himself.
Duan Qianxing left Yihong Courtyard, it was late at night, there was no one on the street, the cold moonlight was sprinkled on the ground, and he was irritable in his heart.
Obviously a gentle and beautiful poor woman, in the blink of an eye, it became so terrifying, knowing that she must have cultivated some kind of evil skill, but he couldn't overcome it, and in the end, it was the other party who took the initiative to spare his life, which was tantamount to a huge blow to him who had not suffered setbacks since coming to this world.
Time went back to three years ago, and the thin young man possessed by Duan Qianxing knelt in front of the spiritual seat of the ancestor of Fuxi Hall, and beside him stood a solemn/solemn Ninth Uncle.
"Please ask the patriarch to go to the Qing Lingbao Tianzun (Taishang Laojun) and kneel. ”
"Second, please Patriarch Zhang Tianshi, kneel. ”
"Three please Patriarch Ge Tianshi, kneel. ”
"Fourth, please Maoshan ancestors and ancestors, kneel. ”
knelt four times in a row, Duan Qianxing took the apprenticeship tea and bowed to Uncle Jiu, "Master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship." ”
Uncle Nine took the teacup and took a sip, and said solemnly, "Qianxing, from today onwards, you are the thirty-ninth generation of Maoshan descendant, you must remember for the rest of your life, kill demons, and support the right path, if one day you fall into the devil's path, you will never be merciful as a teacher." ”
Slay demons and eliminate demons, and support the right path? In fact, Duan Qianxing was not very enthusiastic.
He came to this troubled era where warlords were fighting and human lives were like mustard, and he just wanted to live in peace, if it weren't for the Dark Moon Heavenly King Sutra in his mind, he wouldn't even have the idea of worshipping Uncle Jiu as a teacher and dealing with demons and monsters, after all, he has the memory of his previous life, and it is not difficult to do anything, so why choose this most dangerous path.
Since he has chosen, there is no room for regret, so he devoted himself to cultivating the Dao Method, refining and refining Qi at the age of less than twenty years old, and he could cultivate mana in just one step and become a real person in the Xuanmen, such talents are rare in the history of Maoshan.
He used a little trick, took the handle of the soul envoy of the underworld, and mixed into a bad identity, and since then the ghost has to take a detour when he sees him, although no one knows this identity, but he often uses it to be complacent, only to feel that there is nothing in this world that he can't do, and the ghost who can't be caught, I don't want Zhuxiang to give him a blow to the head tonight......
"Help, help, indecency!"
An anxious exclamation interrupted Duan Qianxing's thoughts, and he turned his head to look, only to see a drunk man and a woman pulling and pulling on the side of the road.
Duan Qianxing was thinking about the past, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the movements of the two of them was slightly wrong, at first glance it seemed that the drunk man was bullying the woman, and if you look closely, you will find that it is actually the woman who is pulling the drunk, and it is the woman who calls for help.
A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he instantly remembered the identity of this woman, and immediately stopped, and took a serious look...... Well, it's a bit flat.
This woman is not a person, it is the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu who he provoked during the day, but he is not in the mood to play now, and after taking a few looks, he turned around and left without hesitation.
Dong Xiaoyu had been observing Duan Qianxing intentionally or unintentionally, and when he turned around, he couldn't help but be stunned.
The drunk took the opportunity to break free and run away with a curse in his mouth.
Dong Xiaoyu stomped on his jade feet, "Hey, why don't you save yourself when you die?"
Duan Qianxing didn't look back, and raised his hand, "I'm not in the mood to play with you, where did you come from, go back." ”
"You ......" Dong Xiaoyu's face changed slightly, and she was speechless for a while, until his back disappeared completely, she snorted coldly, "You provoked me first, and now you want to get rid of me, and there is no door!"
Duan Qianxing returned to Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu's house was still bright, and he thought to himself, with Uncle Jiu's skills, he would definitely be able to deal with Zhuxiang, should you tell him about Zhuxiang?
In an instant, he shook his head secretly, forcing himself to pretend to go out, crying and kneeling should have picked it up himself.
Thinking of this, his mind was unprecedentedly firm, and he went into the room, meditated and condensed, and closed his eyes to cultivate.
The next day, Duan Qianxing woke up from his meditation, felt a trace of increased essence in his body, and a smile appeared on his face, but thinking of last night's incident, his mood fell again, with the power of that magic knife, he was afraid that refining qi and transforming gods might not be able to fight against bamboo incense, unless he could use the mysterious small tower in his mind, but he still didn't know what the specific function of that small tower was, what if he couldn't suppress the ghosts?
After a brief freshening up, Duan Qianxing came to the courtyard to prepare to practice, but found that Qiusheng and Wencai had already set up horses here, Qiusheng's body was straight, his face was tight, and he was not very tired, while Wencai was trembling and sweating profusely.
A hint of surprise flashed on his face, "The sun came out in the west today, and the second senior brother actually got up so early to practice?"
Although Qiusheng is greedy for fun, he is very diligent in practice, and it is normal for him to appear here, and Wencai is used to stealing and cheating, and he is lazy when he comes to practice.
The two of them had different expressions when they heard this, Qiu Sheng glared at him, didn't say a word, and Wencai said with a slight cry, "Little junior brother, you are so unrighteous, just betray us, and now you still talk about these cool words." ”
"Betraying you?" Duan Qianxing was stunned, and then suddenly it turned out that the two of them were punished by the ninth uncle for squatting here, but how could he have betrayed the two of them, and immediately defended, "Senior brother, second senior brother, you misunderstood, I didn't betray you, I ...... last night"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill coming from behind him, and he looked back and saw Uncle Nine walking slowly.
Uncle Nine glanced at Qiusheng and the others, and then looked at Duan Qianxing, "What were you doing last night?"
Duan Qianxing hurriedly shook his head, "It's nothing, I mean I went to bed early last night and didn't know anything." ”
"Hmph," Uncle Nine darkened his face, "You must not follow the example of the two of them to go to that kind of fireworks place, otherwise I will expel you from the school." ”
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