Chapter 63: Yellow Flowers on the Battlefield (2)
In addition to being shocked, Du Xiaoqiong didn't dare to make a move easily, because he knew that the other party's martial arts were never below him!
He stood in the darkness for a moment, and strangely the man outside the tent was silent, wondering if he was gone, or waiting for him to continue asking, orβwas he busy with something else?
"You are from the Yin Clan, but your surname is Ling?" Duxiao Qiong finally couldn't help but ask. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
"I didn't expect the sect leader to know so much about the affairs of the hidden clan, could it be that the sect leader has no relationship with the hidden clan?" the man outside the tent asked with a little surprise.
Du Xiaoqiong couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, forced himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "There are indeed some origins, but they are just enemies and not friends, and water and fire are difficult to melt." β
"In that case, why should the sect leader care about whether Zai Xia's surname is Ling or not?" the man outside the tent asked rhetorically.
Obviously being asked about something, Du Xiaoqiong was silent for a moment before he asked again: "Who is Ling Qifeng yours of?"
"It's the elders under it. β
"But his parting arrow is nowhere near yours. The higher the skill of the arrow-resistant, the weaker the sound of the arrow roar when he shoots, and the parting arrow you sent out just now has reached the point of silence, and it has really reached the realm of transformation. β
"The sect leader is really wrong!" the man outside the tent chuckled, but he didn't deny it.
"Listening to the voice, you shouldn't be very old, I didn't expect to be able to practice this strange hermit mastery to the realm of transformation, you can really be described as a genius! If you are willing to practice the wedding dress magic skill of this sect, your future attainments will definitely be above me-"
"Your current attainments may not be under the sect master, right?" the man outside the tent interrupted him unceremoniously, "otherwise how could the sect master still sit there so calmly and chat with my enemy who killed you for so long? I'm afraid that I would have been killed under your Chiyang palm a long time ago!"
"At present, your martial arts can be said to have reached the pinnacle of perfection, if you want to make any more progress, it is not easy, you can't get it unless you practice hard and don't stop. However, if you are willing to practice the wedding dress magic of this religion, you will not only be able to go further, but also achieve twice the result with half the effort. I can guarantee that in less than ten years, there will be no more opponents in this world who can fight with you!"
The best master in the world - for all those who practice martial arts, this is a coveted temptation. Who expected that the person outside the tent listened, but he just smiled "sneering", and said with disdain, "The sole sect leader thinks that I don't know what kind of harmful ghost thing the so-called wedding dress magic skill is?"
When Du Xiaoqiong heard this, he couldn't help but shout angrily: "You-! Don't talk nonsense! This sect's wedding dress magic skill is a peerless learning, how can you, a yellow-mouthed child, understand the wonderful meaning?!"
The man outside the tent immediately replied without showing weakness: "What about the peerless learning? It is so cruel and domineering, and it hurts the heavens and harmony, the sect leader should stop thinking about passing it on to others, so as not to harm others and himself!"
"Hmph! Since it's a peerless school, it's been passed down since then. Everything in the world has its own reason for existence, and the same is true of martial arts. As for the good or evil of martial arts practitioners, what does it have to do with martial arts itself?!"
What the Sect Master said is not unreasonable. The man outside the tent smiled coldly, "It's just that whenever I dream back at midnight, I wonder if the sect leader will still remember the face of the dear person who once married your divine skills?"
Du Xiaoqiong froze there when he was asked, and only after a while did he slow down his tone and ask, "Ling Qifeng, is he still in the Tibetan Valley?"
"He is still in the valley of Tibet, where he was buried eleven years ago. β
"He's deadβ" Duxiaoqiong's voice sounded a hint of guilt, but then his tone changed and he asked urgently, "What about his two children?"
"Of course, they are all still alive in this world!" replied the man outside the tent with some impatience, "What is the purpose of the sect leader asking so much? If you still have the idea of letting those two children follow in your footsteps and learn the wedding dress skills that destroy human nature, it is too wishful thinking!"
Du Xiaoqiong sighed and said, "It seems that no matter whether you are surnamed Ling or not, you will eventually become my enemy." β
The man outside the tent didn't pay attention to his words at all, but asked even more impatiently: "After accompanying the sect leader for most of the day, do you want to give it or not?"
"After working hard for so long, how can you say that you will give up?"
"That's all the sect leader sees at this moment. β
"If you can't catch it, it's really a flash in the pan, but once you get it, it's a dream come true, and I don't want to give up so soon!"
In fact, the gains and losses are just a thought, instead of begging for what has not been obtained, it is better to grasp what you already have in your hands. Otherwise, when autumn and winter come, those uncared for cattle and sheep will experience another catastrophe, and those unguarded women and children will lose their relatives forever. β
"If it were me, would you go back like this for nothing?"
"If I were you, I would never have come from the beginning! War can only bring temporary victory, and the will of the people is the foundation of the existence of the country. What is forcibly seized by the rich cannot become a long-term reliance. Just like the sect leader's wedding dress skill, it can only be practiced after taking another person's skill and even life, even if it has reached the peak, but because of things that are not his own, it is always difficult to integrate and cultivate to the realm of great success. β
After being silent for a long time, Du Xiaoqiong finally spoke: "That kind of thing - this is a very favorite thing of one of my dearest relatives in his life. β
The man outside the tent laughed when he heard this, "The sect leader is so coy, is he really afraid that your dearest person will come into your dreams every night?"
Duxiaoqiong couldn't help but snort angrily, and said: "Although your martial arts are high, you can't withstand thousands of troops! I won't have much to do with you tonight, you and I will see you on the battlefield in Japan!"
Unexpectedly, his words went out for a long time, but the other party did not respond at all.
Duxiaoqiong listened carefully to the movement outside the tent, except for the sound of the wind, there was no other sound, thinking that the man had left.
He ran out of the tent, a gust of autumn wind blew, and the moon was still on his head, but when his eyes moved to the flower that he loved so much, he couldn't help but be angry!
In the flowers, all the autumn gingers that were originally budding have been uprooted, and there is not a single one left for him!
Another chilly autumn wind blew, and Duxiaoqiong's anger gradually subsided, and there was a faint fear in his heart. The young man's words were not wrong, and if he slept at this time, he might really see the person he feared most in his life in his dreams......
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The sky was slightly bright, and Shui Lingluo finally woke up from his slumber. When she realized that she had slept on the roof of the Northern Marshal's Mansion for the night, she immediately rolled over and sat up, and the black coat that had been covering her all this time slipped to the side.
Looking blankly at the black big piece that came out of nowhere, she finally remembered the black figure she saw out of the corner of her eye last night.
Also, she couldn't tell if it was in a dream at the moment, or if she really saw it, and this night, it seemed that there was always a white figure by her side......
Shaking her toddled head, she inadvertently looked at a bush of wildflowers planted in a crack in the tiles not far away.
At this moment, those autumn gingers that were originally budding have quietly bloomed in the morning sun, and the delicate yellow flowers are swaying slightly in the morning breeze full of autumn, exuding a faint fragrance......