The young man's cold face was like a nightmare with no end in sight.

The three whips are also very good, and in a hurry, another whip is thrown out, this whip does not seek to hurt the enemy, but only to retreat the enemy.

Switch places, and he will retreat.

But it wasn't him, so Xia Wuwu let the whip leave a shallow scar on his left shoulder, but his sword didn't slow down in the slightest.

Pierce the man's head directly.

Pierced, picked up, and then the whole person retreated sharply.

Sure enough, two hidden weapons shot out from the hands of the dying Three Whip Dao people, but at this time, they all shot out.

Xia Wuwu waited quietly for a while, and when he was sure that the person was indeed dead, he stepped forward to make up for it.

Then, a piece of coarse cloth is cut from the robe and used as a rudimentary glove.

He reached into the man's arms and pulled out a thin booklet.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

After freeing the firework woman, he did not run away immediately, but carried the Three Whips onto the horse he came, and after securing it with the reins, he stabbed the horse's ass with a sword.

The healthy horse was in pain, and the corpse of the three-whip Taoist ran wildly.

Xia Wuwu took advantage of the night to quickly hide in a small secret cave hundreds of meters away from the haystack shed.

After a slight treatment of the wound on his lower shoulder, he quickly changed into the farmer's outfit he had placed in the cave, and then shrank his sword into the shadows of the secret cave.

Quietly waiting for the dawn.

In addition to covering oneself at night, you can also cover the enemy.

Especially on such a night, the person who runs wild in the night must be the one with a secret.

Therefore, he chose to lie dormant and wait, like a hungry tiger hidden in the black forest.

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After Xia Wuwu returned to the Dragon League, he cleaned it slightly, locked the door, and opened the strange book.

It is common for Jianghu disciples to fight and get injured outside, and no one will come to ask him where he has been in the past few days, such a strange question.

The Yama Sutra.

Xia Wuwu's heart couldn't help but cheer up.

The mystery of this book is indescribable, it is a unique way of using weapons, it is a combination of internal strength and poison power, including the world's most mysterious poisoning techniques, and even the poison can be integrated into the weapon.

It is a necessary condition for the practice of the "little arrow of sadness", which is a heart-breaking arrow that shoots directly into people's hearts.

It is even mixed with fantasy and mysterious effects, such as "ghost killing", such as "resurrection after death".

So he quickly flipped through the book.

Then, Xia Wuwu quickly fell silent.

Because it's not a book at all, it's a picture, and it's a coherent picture.

Each picture is a mountain, a heavy mountain, a double mountain, a triple mountain.

Alpine and low mountains, pinnacles, flat-topped mountains, mountains, solitary peaks...

At first, the mountains are mountains, and then they are shadowy, hazy, and the mountains have more seasonal changes, more smoke, more streams, more scorching sun...

There are more things that do not belong to the mountain, but it is precisely because of these things that even if the mountain is in the fog, in the rain, and in the snow, it is more charming, and it can be called a mountain.

And by the end of the booklet, all the exterior scenes were gone, not even the trees on the mountain.

The mountain is still a mountain, but there is more solemnity between the strokes, and the strokes point directly to the hearts of the people.

Xia Wuwu will not complain about "Is this a comic book", such a meaningless thing.

He began to try to understand the paintings.

First, follow the sketched strokes, and then understand the artistic conception of the painting.

The reason is very simple, and he has long been familiar with it in his previous life.

Looking at the mountain is the mountain, this is clinging to the phase.

Seeing a mountain is not a mountain, this is clinging to emptiness.

Looking at the mountain or the mountain, this is the ultimate realm.

But this was only realized by others in his previous life, but not by Xia Wuwu, so he stared at these paintings and began to meditate.

Once, twice, three times...

He could even remember the paintings even when he closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he climbed on the ground, held his sword, felt the artistic conception hidden in the mountain, and casually stabbed out Zhong Kui's style.

The sword, crooked and twisted, this thorn is simply a Handan toddler, and it is not like a four.

Bite...

This time it wasn't the cold sound of the system, but the strange and seductive voice.

"Big discount, big discount, only 5 years of life, 8 epiphany incense sticks, including your epiphany mountain scripture. ”

"Don't. Xia Wuwu said coldly, "What are you?"

Bite...

The strange system sound suddenly disappeared.

The plaque on the White Emperor City is crumbling.

Xia Wuwu has put all his attention and energy into the Shenwu Mountain Character Sutra in the past few days, and Ling is so busy with Zhang Luo's wedding that he has no time to take care of him.

Between the Nine Alliances and the Grand Alliance, it was a short-lived Cold War at this time, and both sides exercised restraint.

Xia Wuwu is also happy to be idle... In addition to eating and sleeping every day, it is to comprehend those mountains.

There are only those mountains left in his eyes, and those mountains are also in his mind, and when he opens his eyes, when he closes his eyes, when he is awake, he still dreams that he is climbing mountains.

The mountain finally began to get complicated, and tall, he perceived his own insignificance and superficiality, like an ant under the mountain.

And so it went for a day, two days, three days...

A week, two weeks...

He seems to be enchanted, even if he looks up at the starry sky at night, he sees it: mountains and mountains and mountains!

The ghosts of countless mountains suddenly overlap into one in a certain moment.

Xia Wuwu opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the sword in his hand with understanding, and suddenly danced.

He secretly practiced this peerless technique in the door.

But I don't know that the rivers and lakes are messed up.

"Who took the Three Character Sutra?!"

I thought it was a three-whip man, but he actually died on the road, and was found after breaking into the city with one of his horses.

And the rest of the Wen Snake knew that under the mourning hall of the fasting, there was yellow water all over the place, and according to the people who knew the goods, it was the corpse turned into corpse water.

So the whole ground is yellow water, how many people must have melted away?

Two bodies were also found outside the village, but it was difficult to relate to the incident.

After a little investigation, it was found that the woman was the person who was the person who was a fireworker in the green building, and she disappeared in the middle of the night...

"I must have run away overnight, right? and then I ran into a ruffian on the way..."

After all, the dead man had been proven to be a local scoundrel.

In the end, everyone's eyes focused on the sword wound in the skull of the Three Whip Daoists, and most of them firmly believed that the owner of this sword had taken the "Mountain Character Sutra".

"The sword is not slashed, but stabbed and picked again until it cuts half of the head in half. ”

"But who is good at stabbing in these rivers and lakes?"

"It's just too much... Thorn is a simple action. ”

"But this thorn is very unusual. ”

"Huh?"

"Because this sword is weird enough, the angle is weird, the strength is weird... I've never heard of this kind of swordsmanship. ”

"There was blood on the whip of the Three Whips, two different kinds of blood, indicating that the person who shot at him had also been injured. ”

"So what?" said the Wind Chase stood silently.

"When he goes, the birds go into the deep forest, and the fish go into the sea... But after all, he is not an ordinary bird, not an ordinary fish, and one day, he will show his fox tail. ”