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This comforting trick was learned by Su Musha from the lion ball. When he doesn't deal with the lion ball, he often uses this trick to resolve the conflict. The cat follows the owner, obviously, the little sister also eats a trick.

In the courtyard, the rain poured down.

A green and gray figure was still sitting on the half-foot-wide turtle stele, but when Su Musha opened the mud seal of the wine jar, the eyebrows of the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi moved, and the corners of the monk's mouth in gray twitched.

When Ye Qiudi picked up the wine jar and drank freely, the clothes of the two of them who were wet from the rain and clinging to each other suddenly moved without wind.

After Ye Qiudi praised the good wine, the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi did not move, but the stone tablet suddenly moved.

The turtle stele under his seat instantly rose vertically from the ground by more than a foot, and swirled towards the wine jar in Ye Qiudi's hand.

What is amazing is that the body of the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi sitting on the stone tablet is still not moving, as if the turtle stele has woken up and wants to drink.

The turtle monument came unquickly, but the momentum was very strong.

Ye Qiudi protects wine, even Su Musha doesn't dare to provoke, let alone others get involved. She was about to take a step forward to teach the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi a lesson, but saw a figure already blocking in front of him.

The turtle monument is neither fast nor slow, and it is already in front of you in the blink of an eye.

Su Musha waved his hand like a cloud, after catching the stele with his right hand, he retracted and supported, and with the rotation of the stele, after the foot moved horizontally for half a circle, he stretched out and pushed the stele out of the eaves.

The stele was folded backwards, from where it came from and back again.

Ye Qiudi's eyes lit up, although Su Musha's move was the Su family's mastery of the "Cloud Removal Hand", but the internal force, force and even artistic conception had nothing to do with the "Cloud Removal Hand".

The turtle stele is very heavy, if you rely on the internal force of Su Musha, this stele is difficult to catch, even if it is caught, it will not be so easy to freehand.

Ye Qiudi saw clearly behind him that Su Musha just borrowed the skill of "dialing" the cloud hand, and used a trick to "pull and move" to change the direction of the stele.

In other words, the Turtle Monument was pushed back by his own strength, and this force was no longer controllable by the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi under the guidance.

Yin and Yang Transformation! Ye Qiudi was an expert, and he understood that Su Mu had only used the martial arts he had comprehended in the "Dao Heart Secret Collection", that is, he had converted the power of the Turtle Tablet with a small amount of force.

"What a handsome kung fu. The turtle stele fell heavily on the spot, and the Tsing Yi Taoist on the stele still did not move, but just opened his mouth to praise it.

A contemptuous smile tugged at the corner of the gray-clothed monk's mouth, "I'll come." ”

As soon as the words fell, the stele staggered towards the mountain gate, the turtle's belly was exposed in front of Su Musha, the gray-clothed monk sat on the narrow surface of the top of the stele, and seemed to have gravity to push the stele, and the turtle stele did not turn or fall and went straight to Su Musha.

Su Mu didn't hide, he glanced at the stone tablet, and he had a way to deal with it.

Just when he was confident, he forgot that there was a step under the eaves. When the turtle stele is attacked diagonally, the bottom side of the supporting stele is knocked on the steps, and the turtle stele immediately swings straight and hits.

The confidence on Su Musha's face suddenly disappeared, he originally wanted to use the prismatic edge that supported the stone tablet as the fulcrum to dial the stone tablet to repeat the old technique, but how did he know that the gray-clothed monk had already seen through the subtlety of his tricks to deal with the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi.

Just when Su Musha was helpless, one hand gently pressed on the side of the stone tablet.

The stele suddenly stopped, and it couldn't move forward an inch.

The stele was one foot off the ground, the gray-clothed monk on the stele did not move, Ye Qiudi slapped one hand on the stele, raised the wine jar with the other hand, and took a sip of wine in a dashing manner.

The picture stopped for about three seconds, and the stele suddenly left his palm, fell heavily to the ground, and then slid a foot away, staggering with the stele of the Taoist in Tsing Yi, leaving a furrow in the overgrown ground.

If it is said that Su Mu is only four or two thousand catties, Ye Qiudi is now a force to ten meetings.

"It's really difficult to drink a sip of Ye Gu Lord's wine. The gray-robed monk sighed.

"Do you still want to drink?" asked the Taoist in Tsing Yi.

"I think, Ye Gu's main drink must be good wine. The gray-clothed monk replied, and when the two of them were talking, their bodies were still unmoving, as if they had died on the stone tablet.

"Then let's shoot together?"

"Just make a move. As soon as the gray-clothed monk finished speaking, the two turtle steles immediately attacked at a faster speed, greater strength and more majestic momentum.

"I'll meet them. As soon as Su Musha took a step forward, he saw a figure jumping into the rain with a red oil-paper umbrella.

Ye Qiudi loves four things most in his life, the little junior brother deserves to be ranked first, wine second, fighting third, and practicing medicine fourth, and now seeing the two of them shooting together, of course it will not let Su Mu lose his interest.

Su Mu covered his forehead, a little helpless.

"There is a skill to rob. Ye Qiudi threw the wine jar high above the eaves, and slapped two palms in the void with his free right hand, and suddenly the rain became a dragon and the wind hit a monk.

The two people sitting firmly on the turtle stele flashed lightly, and they all rushed towards the wine jar that was about to fall, but before they could reach the tent, one hand just held the bottom of the altar.

A monk will never give up the wine jar in his hand, they looked up and saw Ye Qiudi with wine in one hand, an oil-paper umbrella in the other, and his body was in the air, unable to parry, and immediately tacitly attacked left and right.

Ye Qiudi flicked the oil-paper umbrella to cover her from the rain in the air, and the remaining hands were one on the left and one on the right, and the turtle stele immediately took the two of them to slide into the distance.

"You two are not shrunken turtles, what are you doing sitting on the turtle monument?" Ye Qiudi landed lightly and caught the oil-paper umbrella that fell, "It's better to come down and have a good fight." ”

"No, you can't. "Tsing Yi Taoist said.

"Yes, never. The gray-clothed monk also said.

"Then this fight is too boring. Ye Qiudi shook his head, put the wine jar to his lips, and raised his head to drink.

This turtle stele, the stone turtle and the stele are about four or five hundred catties, a monk sits on the stele and does not move, only to parry with his hands, they can't help but tie their hands when they shoot, so that Ye Qiudi is very unhappy.

"Of course, wine is to be drunk. The two of them are also drunkards, and when they saw Ye Qiudi drinking, they said in unison, and the stone tablet moved again, attacking Ye Qiudi.

Ye Qiudi stood still in place, and when the turtle stele jumped closer, the oil-paper umbrella suddenly turned, the rain on the top of the umbrella shook off, and the rain line turned into a sword and shot at the top of the stele, trying to force the two to leave the stele.

"Sword Qi. A monk was startled, not daring to be careless, and the turtle stele under the seat turned, ready to dodge the sword.

But the sword is sharp, as fast as light and shadow, it will arrive in an instant, and the turtle stele is bulky, and the two of them are naturally inconvenient to control the stele with air, just with the turtle stele turned half of the body, the rain line has arrived.

The two of them could only give up the stele and jumped up, but when the rain line fell on the stele, like a drizzle, it instantly melted into the rain and disappeared.

That rain line wasn't a sword qi at all.

But the monk who fell to the ground was not only not annoyed, but the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi instead hugged his fists and said in admiration: "Lord Ye Gu not only makes a sword with silk rain, but also retracts and releases freely, which is admirable, and it just solves a difficult thing for the two of us." ”

"Now you can have a good fight, right?" Ye Qiudi asked with great interest.

"Nope. The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi shook his head seriously, "There is one more thing that must be made clear. ”

He turned his head and said to the gray-clothed monk: "Bald donkey, it was your ass that left the stele first, this time I won, and I will make room when I go back." ”

The corners of the gray-clothed monk's mouth rose, "Obviously, you were the one who left the stele first, don't reverse right and wrong." ”