Chapter 50: Whim

Mo Qing was in a very excited mood at this time, and under the command of the Fu General, he happily shuttled back and forth in the woods and ran in one direction. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because he vaguely knew why Fu Jiang was so excited.

After knowing the reason for Fu Jiang's excitement, Mo Qing also became excited.

The monkeys of Moqing drilled into the forest more skillfully, shuttling through the dense woods without shaking a few leaves.

After blessing the light body technique under his feet, he has completely reached the realm of ten thousand flowers and no leaves.

The Light Body Technique is a spell that Mo Qing has learned again in the past few years, and it is also a basic spell, but it is very practical.

This spell was not attached to Aoki Gong, but was taught to Mo Qing by Huang Laoxi.

Although Huang Laoxi's cultivation has been abolished, he has no chance of cultivating immortals in this life, but his previous experience and knowledge are still there.

Things like spells are definitely not comparable to Mo Qing, a novice in the immortal cultivation world.

The Light Body Technique is a spell that most monks practice.

An immortal cultivator with an average physique can easily reach a distance of two zhang with a single leap after blessing the light body technique.

A monster like Mo Qing, whose body is already flexible, can reach a distance of three zhang with a single jump with a strange power.

After performing the light body technique, this distance became larger, and he could reach a terrifying five zhang in one leap.

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A wide white chain fell from the sky, like the bright Milky Way in the nine heavens flowing backwards into the world.

Hanging high on a mountain cliff, it blooms with dazzling beauty.

The stream upstream is flowing smoothly, and the silence is intoxicating. Suddenly, he encountered a cliff, and fell down, quickly completing the transformation from gentle and quiet to unrestrained and wild.

The meaning of life lies in movement, and what is stable and waveless is just a pit of foul-smelling sewage.

Setbacks may not be disasters, but they just make your life no longer static, with more waves and more wonderful moments.

Just like this stream, when it encounters a cliff, it suddenly shows its amazing beauty.

The waterfall is flowing tirelessly, and it is easy to give people the illusion that the Milky Way flowing down is stationary.

The waterfall roars down, and the white water crashes against the rocks, bursting out thousands of sparkling pearls.

The pearl leaps through the air, then falls into the pool of water, merging into its original body, indistinguishable from each other.

As soon as the one in front of it fell, the one who came after it followed in its footsteps, repeating its movements, and falling into the deep pool.

Sprinkled, tireless, and endless.

"Water can be rigid or soft, just when the water drips through the stone, when it is soft, it moistens all things.

Water is affectionate, and water is merciless.

Nourish living beings when there is affection, and devour life when ruthless.

The water is endless, mighty, and endless.

Water, soft and strong, seems to be powerless, but it can cross all obstacles. ”

Mo Qing lowered his head, bent down to pick up an incomparably smooth pebble polished by water, and put it in front of his eyes to observe it carefully.

That's the power of water, and that's what perseverance and perseverance achieve.

Mo Qing stood at the entrance of the deep pool, full of thoughts, raised his head to look at the rushing waterfall in front of him, and then looked at the pebbles polished by the water in his hand without a single edge.

I don't know how long this action lasted, and suddenly he closed his eyes.

Countless images of water churned and shifted in Mo Qing's mind.

The movement of water, the stillness of water, the vastness of water, the weakness of water.

When the wind rises, the white waves are raging.

After the wind is gone, it is like a mirror, calm without a trace of waves.

The water flows tirelessly, day and night.

It flows forward, to the place where it is destined to be, and gathers together to become an unbridled ocean.

Suddenly, Mo Qing moved, and with a wave of one hand, an ink-colored bamboo stick appeared in his hand.

Mo Qing held a bamboo stick in his hand and stood still, as if he was feeling something.

After a while, it danced slowly.

The bamboo stick moves very slowly, and there is no pattern to follow, it looks disorganized, like a naughty boy dancing around, it is completely the feeling of a hammer in the east and a mallet in the west, so that people can't find the north.

But if you taste it carefully, you can find that this seemingly chaotic dance actually contains a trace of inexplicable charm, giving people a strange feeling that is not in harmony.

As the time for Mo Qing to dance increased, the charm became clearer and clearer.

Like a small river flowing slowly in the bright moonlight, a breeze blows, and a little ripple on the calm surface of the lake.

The moon shimmered like broken silver in the microwaves.

In an instant, the wind subsided, the surface of the stream returned to calm, and the moon, which had been stirred into a ball, regained its true form on the water.

The swing speed of the bamboo stick in Mo Qing's hand gradually became faster, giving people a different feeling.

The surface of the stream was no longer calm, and the river met a narrow place, and there were large boulders in front of it blocking the way.

The river swept away its previous quiet appearance, revealing a commotion, which was a gathering of power.

The water became intense and hit the hard stone headlong with a splash.

It was like a fairy in the nine heavens who broke the string of pearls on her chest, and exquisite pearls were scattered everywhere.

The water in front of him was hit by a hard stone and his head was bleeding, but the water behind did not hesitate and continued to surge.

Bump into it, splash around, bump up, splash around......

The process repeats itself over and over again, and the weak water never seems to be able to shake the hard and heavy stones.

I don't know how many years have passed, the river is still flowing tirelessly, but the hard and huge roadblock stone is gone, replaced by a stone that has shrunk several times in size, and has no edges and corners.

The weak body of the weak river defeated the hard stone!

Mo Qing was dancing on a stick, and a bamboo stick was impermeable by his dance, revealing the various characteristics of water from the shadow of his stick.

The shadow of the stick is endless, like the waves of the river, never stopping.

As Mo Qing danced, the surroundings of the waterhole changed, and the water vapor that was originally floating in the air actually fluctuated with the bamboo stick in his hand.

The mist is gradually attracted by the bamboo sticks and evolves into various forms in the air.

For a while, it was like a small river flowing, day and night.

For a while, it was like waves pushed by the wind by the river, surging wave after wave, lapping on the hard stone.

Later, the mist turned into a boa and danced in the air following the bamboo sticks.

The afternoon sun shone from the sky, and a brilliant rainbow appeared around the deep pool, more than one, reflecting everything around it extremely blurred.

The mist python, which chased the bamboo sticks and flew in the air, also turned into seven colors, exuding a bewitching beauty.

It's a pity that there is only one Fu Jiang who sees this beautiful landscape.

At this time, Fu Jiang had already jumped off Mo Qing's shoulder, squatting on a wet big bluestone with his monkey mouth open, his two eyes following the colorful python dancing in the air, and looking at the rare landscape in front of him with a slightly surprised look.

Suddenly, Mo Qing's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened, and a fine light flashed inside.

"Go"

Mo Qing snorted lightly, and the bamboo stick in his hand pointed to the left, and the colorful anaconda shook its head and swayed its tail towards the upright stone wall.

"Poof, boom, boom,"

A series of loud noises were heard, and on the way to the stone wall, two more heads appeared on the body of the colorful anaconda.

The two heads did not grow side by side with the original one, but lined up in a row along the original python head.

Therefore, this python looks extremely strange, except for a few huge heads, only a short tail remains, and there is no body.

The sounds that sounded one after another just now were made by these python heads hitting the stone wall one after another.

The three python heads were arranged like water waves, like water waves, and one wave surged forward like a wave, hitting the hard stone wall.

The python head in front of it was just broken, and the python head in the back hit it immediately, and the three python heads actually gave people a feeling of endless life.

The stone walls here are slightly whitish and finely grained, and at first glance they look like very hard characters.

However, at this time, the hard stone wall suffered an unwarranted disaster, and was broken by Mo Qing with a strange colorful anaconda.

A stone pit the size of a basin, half a foot deep into the stone wall,

The stone pit is surrounded by stubble, cracks, like crawling earthworms, meandering from the pit to all directions, the longest one is two meters long and half a finger wide.

The power of one blow is terrifying!

The mist gradually dissipated, and the blue light on Mo Qing's body flashed, and the light curtain blocking him disappeared.

There were a lot of rocks on the ground in front of him, which had been splashed when they had just cracked.

Mo Qing stepped forward and watched the results of his battle, even he didn't expect that the blow just now would be so powerful.

Fu Jiang jumped onto Mo Qing's shoulder, squatted on it and tilted his head to look at the ink-colored bamboo stick in Mo Qing's hand, as if he couldn't understand why it was so powerful.

After looking at it for a while, Mo Qing waved his hand, and the bamboo stick disappeared.

Ignoring the dampness and gravel on the ground, he sat down directly, crossed his legs and closed his eyes.

He wanted to take advantage of this effort to keep the feeling and method just now firmly in mind.

This kind of thing that he doesn't know whether it is a spell or a martial art can become a killer feature for him at this stage.

Fu Jiang knew that Mo Qing couldn't be disturbed now, so he honestly squatted on Mo Qing's shoulder and stopped moving.

It's just that the two monkey eyes are purring and turning, looking into the deep pool from time to time, and their eyes reveal anthropomorphic longing.

Countless subtle water mist drifted in front of Tan, and it seemed to be drizzling around the pool, and the surrounding stone slabs were wet, and soon after, Mo Qing, who was sitting there motionless, also became damp.