In the mountains and forests, the tiger is far faster than the horse, and the two tigers are extremely huge and in the prime of life, and it is not difficult to carry three people, and they will cross the mountain in one day. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I didn't know that there was a mountain outside the mountain, and after one after another, after four or five days, I couldn't move it anymore in front of a big mountain, and I lay on the ground and vomited blood, dying.

Ximen Chong said: "When you return, you still need to contribute, so write down your fate for the time being." He untied the rope and carried the girl and Yintao to the mountain.

This mountain is extremely high and steep, and the white circle on the top of the mountain is extremely strange. Ximen Chong said that it was snow, and Yintao was very unconvinced. At this time, it was close to summer, why did the heavy snow come? The three of them climbed higher and higher, and the climate became colder and colder, because the speed of riding without the tiger was very slow, and it was not until the afternoon of the second day that they reached the top of the mountain. He grew up in the South China Sea, never saw snow, to the north, the weather is dry and cold and no snow is disappointed, at this time finally saw the magnificence of heavy snow, and at the end of June, for a while to see this unreasonable fantasy scene is difficult to suppress, thinking about returning to the South China Sea, how to describe to the same door, so that they can open their mouths, envy.

Walking up again, the front is suddenly open, the top of the mountain is actually a big lake, the deep lake water is gorgeous and colorful under the sunlight, the scene is magnificent and secluded, and it is unpredictable. Yintao and the Jurchen girl couldn't help but be fascinated by the earth's heart, and people were drunk with the scenery. Ximen Chong ignored it and took the two of them around the lake.

After walking about half of the lakeshore and coming to a place where there were high rocks, Ximen Chong looked strange in his eyes, and walked in between the two huge rocks in a daze. The road twists and turns are extremely difficult to walk, and after rounding the six bends to a wide place, Ximen Chong let out a long breath and said, "This is it, you are not allowed to make noise." ”

After the three of them turned to a boulder, the sight immediately stunned Yintao.

Two monsters, one black and one white, sat opposite each other on both sides of an ashlar stone, but when they looked closely, they were two old men, but because their hair was too long, they were spread out, covering their whole bodies, and it was difficult to distinguish them at a glance. The person on the left seems to be a hundred years old, with white hair shining like silver, wrinkles on his face, showing the vicissitudes of time, but his eyes are like torches, his face is peaceful, and he has a shallow smile. The person on the right is very different, he looks like he is fifty or sixty years old, his black hair is as bright as ink, and his face is ruddy and shiny, but his brows are deeply locked, his eyes are angry, his teeth are clenched, his facial muscles are stiff, and there is a kind of resentment that has been deep for a hundred years and a thousand years. The two sat opposite each other, one like a fairy and the other like a demon, and the world established the nature of the two at a glance.

Looking at the ashlar between the two of them, the nineteen vertical and horizontal roads are sideways, and the black and white stones are all over it, and it seems that it has reached the end of the game. The white-haired old man fell into a black spot, the black-haired old man thought hard for a long time and dropped a white son, the white-haired old man seemed to be a bamboo in his chest and smiled slightly and dropped a son, and the black-haired old man fell into hard thought again. Ximen Chong stood beside him, not daring to alarm the two of them.

The black-haired old man became more and more anxious the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, the more angry he became, his breathing became tight, and he suddenly slapped the stone face and said loudly: "What kind of chess is playing, a pair of old ghosts in the mountains and fields are what kind of scribes, or it is a good time to fight." I couldn't help but say that I stretched out my hand and slapped my palm on the face of the white-haired old man, and the palm edge broke the wind with a slight whistling sound. Yin Tao only then could see that the black-haired old man's palm on the square stone seemed to be inadvertently but had knocked the corner of the square stone to the ground, and his heart said, such divine power, this second palm was born with a heart, and when it fell on the white-haired old man, it immediately beat him to the point that his brain was shattered, and his body fell apart?

The white-haired old man did not panic, his left hand lifted the face guard, and his right hand poked out two fingers to take the other party's eyes, the two arms were generally long, but the white-haired old man used his fingers to grow half a palm than the other party, and he attacked the other party's eye sockets first. The black-haired old man's right hand turned into a finger and stabbed the opponent's palm, his left hand turned into a knife to slash the opponent's wrist, the white-haired old man's right hand turned into a claw to capture his pulse, and his left hand fell into a fist, and his thumb was raised to point at the "Lao Gong" acupoint in the heart of his fist. The black-haired old man's right fist seemed to be exhausted, and suddenly fell back, his left palm turned into a fist, and his wrist turned to the opposite door.

The punch was menacing and unstoppable. The white-haired old man is indeed unstoppable, his right hand turns into a hook and points upwards on his left arm, "Tianfu" and "Xia Bai"***, his left hand retracts with the opponent's right hand and advances straight to the "Jizhong" point in the middle palace. The black-haired old man took a sharp breath, his chest fell half an inch, and at the same time, his left arm bent back, elbowed against the opponent's right arm, and his right hand was calmly grabbed into a claw, and his face was full of a strange smile as if the other party had fallen into his trap. This collision is extremely ingenious, and the white-haired old man's hands suddenly alternate with each other, and his left finger points to the "Yinhe" acupoint of the opponent's left arm, and his right finger points to the "labor camp" acupoint of the opponent's claw. The black-haired old man's face was so angry that he had to change his tactics again, and the two sides were at a stalemate again.

Neither of them is very fast, and you come and go like two children playing a game of clapping. It's just that the two of them attacked or defended, and each other made close to a hundred moves, but they didn't even touch the corners of each other's sleeves and robes. Moreover, the slight whistling sound of the black-haired old man who first made a palm is no longer there, and the two sides are either palms or fists, or fingers or hooks, or claws or ge, and make moves or cut or slash, or hit or point, or stab or ring, and the gestures are varied, and they are extremely magical. It's more like two deaf people sitting opposite each other, having a heated conversation.

In fact, martial arts can also be regarded as a kind of human body language, and the tricks are just talking, but the purpose is very simple, and the competition is only superior.

Yin Tao saw clearly, the two of them just relied on the flexible change of the move, but they did not use internal force at all, although almost all the ingenious moves in the hands of martial arts were integrated together, but without internal force, it was impossible to achieve the perfection of the moves, it was difficult to reflect its power, and it was not interesting to see it for a while. When he looked back at Ximen Chong, he was already fascinated, and saw that his face was happy, and his hands kept gesturing, as if he was fascinated.

After a hundred moves, the two of them sped up, one hand shook into two hands, and the two hands shook but became eight hands, and finally they couldn't see their hands at all, only to see four arms stretched out in pairs, and in the middle were two yellow shadows that couldn't help but touch. It seems that there are thousands of hands at work, and there seems to be no hands at all, only four arms.

Yin Tao was stunned for a while, and he couldn't believe that there would be such a fast move in martial arts, I am afraid that even a ghost and god would not be able to reach it. How did he know that these two people were already great masters of martial arts forty years ago, and they had been hiding in the mountains for forty years, thinking about the problems of martial arts all the time, studying how to crack the other party's strange moves, and now they have already penetrated the essence of the way of martial arts, and their bodies and minds have long been integrated. What you think in your heart can be done immediately by your body, and there is no distance between thinking and doing. The tricks in the hands of the two are just the external manifestations of the exchange of two ideas, and the martial arts of the people in the martial arts are no longer martial arts in the eyes of the two of them, and they are not worth mentioning. If you want to talk about martial arts, then their casual moves are extremely subtle, and they have to make others think about it for ten or twenty years.

Since ancient times, human beings have been thinking about how to better use their bodies to defeat others and become strong, to collect the essence of one move and one style, to think about its changes, to study its mysteries, to study thousands of years, and to form hundreds of sects of all sizes, and each sect is different from each other. It is so intricate and varied, only a single human body is used, and the battle is only about who is the strongest. The two of them started from the most fundamental positive and negative aspects, learned from each other, and finally penetrated the whole way of martial arts. Once you get a glimpse of the essence, everything in martial arts is as plain as water, the essence is no longer essential, the mystery is no longer mysterious, any shot is a strange move, and a casual shot is not a move.

All things come into being from nothing, and they will return to the void from existence to nothingness.

Ximen Chong's eyes were wide open as he watched the two of them dismantle the move, and gradually his eyes blurred, for a moment it seemed that there were thousands of troops and horses fighting, blood flowed all over the ground, and the corpses and bones were piled up, which was unspeakably miserable; for a while, it seemed that thousands of poisonous snakes were spitting red cores and biting and devouring each other. In the end, thousands of troops and horses, thousands of poisonous snakes turned to surround him, and he was shattered, his flesh and blood flew sideways, and he was devoured by poisonous snakes one by one.

Yin Tao saw that his face was getting more and more pale, cold sweat flowed, he was sifting chaff all over his body, and his fear had reached the limit, and he suddenly vomited blood and fell backwards. shouted "Mr. Simon" and stepped forward to hold him, only to feel that his whole body was cold and trembling, and he didn't know how to save him. At this moment, there was a whooshing sound, and more than ten black and white stones flew up from the ashlar stone and hit the twelve big holes around Ximen Chong's body.

Ximen Chong spat out another mouthful of blood to let out a long breath, stood up and said, "Thank you Master and Uncle for saving me." Seeing that the two of them were still concentrating on fighting without squinting, their eyes involuntarily looked at the moves again, although they shouted in their hearts, "No, no, it will be bad if you look at it again", but they couldn't turn their eyes away, as if they were absorbed.

The voice of the black-haired old man said: "I don't know whether I live or die, forget it." Two sunspots on the table flew up out of thin air and shot at Ximen Chong's eyes. Ximen Chong was like being immobilized, and his eyes didn't flicker. Yintao shouted that it was not good, and he wanted to step forward to stop but where was the time, but in a panic, he saw two white grains flying up and whistling and attacking, it was the last to come first, just hit the two black stones, and with a snap, the four stones fell to pieces, and scattered in all directions. Ximen Chong screamed "ahh

All of this is like playing a game, first Ximen Chong was taken for no reason, spitting blood, then flying stones to heal injuries, and finally four stones hit powder out of thin air, but from beginning to end, the two old men never squinted, and the palms of their hands were one foot according to the table, and they didn't see the beating at all, all of this was too mysterious, and Yintao saw it inexplicably.

After a while, the two old men seemed to have lost their strength, and their palms gradually slowed down, and the last palm seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and it was unusually slow when it came out, but when the two palms were half a foot apart, they bounced back like hitting a wall of air, and their bodies trembled, and they all slowly straightened up. With a palm wave, both of them took a step back, and then took a step back, and the impact sound increased as the sound increased, and Yin Tao understood that the two had begun to hand over the internal force with their splitting palms. When the two of them were one zhang apart, the sound of the two forces colliding was like two boulders colliding, which made people's ear drums buzz, and then the sound gradually became smaller, and when the two were three feet apart, there was no more sound.

The black-haired old man stretched out his index finger, and sneered at the other party's "atrium" acupoint, the white-haired old man sat on the stone behind him, his left thumb clasped the middle finger and flicked, and the middle finger of his right hand pointed to the opponent's "Divine Court" acupoint to die, and the black-haired old man's left thumb pressed the wave sound, and the four invisible forces disappeared without a trace. The two sat opposite each other from a distance, gesturing with their hands in the air, and the only other thing was the sound of the waves.

Ximen Chong sighed and said, "How long will I be able to learn such a profound qi sword kung fu?" There was both envy and disappointment in his eyes.

Yintao saw two old men sitting opposite each other, the thumbs of both hands kept pointing and contracting, flipping and flicking, not like a trick, more like two wise men playing dumb riddles with each other, for him, a layman, he didn't understand at all, and it was more boring than the sign language conversation just now. Xin said: "If all the profound martial arts are like this, I would rather be a martial arts low-hander, and play with guns and swords to be happy." Thinking of this, he found a stone and sat down, not intending to look at it again.

The black-haired old man suddenly pointed a finger at Yintao, and a snort shot his finger power over. Ximen Chong's face changed greatly, but he was helpless and shouted "uncle". Another snort and a finger force chased over, but the two forces did not dissipate, the direction turned and shot on the stone under Yintao's body, the stone chips flew in all directions, and a round hole appeared on the stone surface. Yin Tao jumped up and looked at the two of them in horror, feeling inexplicable, but he didn't know that he had just escaped death and became a human again.

Ximen Chong glared at him, and said sharply: "How can you be rude in front of your predecessors, don't you want to die?" I was afraid that he would be victimized again and would not be able to fulfill his promise to his aunt, so he had to block in front of him and protect him with his body.

The two of them are becoming more and more skilled and fast in catapulting and stabbing techniques, as if they were just hot before the war, and now it is the real competition. The sneering sound increased to three, three to ten, and all ten fingers were added to the comparison, and the finger force sent out was no longer just hitting each other, but more was pulled by the other party and hit the deviation. The stone beside the two people is like popping beans, the sound is endless, the stone surface is like a thunderstorm at the beginning, the raindrops fall on the water surface, although scattered, the force is extremely large, as long as it hits the stone chips are flying, there is a small pit. Yintao can see clearly, the surrounding stone faces are densely covered with small pits, like a hemp face, all of them are like this within a few hundred square meters, it is by no means a year and a half, but he doesn't know that the two of them have been fighting like this for decades.

Although the two of them are ordinary fingers and fingers, their expressions are very different, the black-haired old man is always domineering, and his movements are wide open and closed, and his expression is as irritable as thunder. The white-haired old man stretched out his fingers quite subtlely, elegant and free without losing self-restraint, just like a virgin sitting in a secluded pavilion, lightly moving the jade index pearl. The hatchback is also interesting.

The black-haired old man was furious but drew the ground as a prison, unable to move half a step, and in the eyes of others, he was like a lion tiger outside the cage, and there was no danger. Yin Tao was feeling ridiculous, and suddenly the black-haired old man's robe swung irregularly and a small hole appeared, and a hole oozing blood from the outer edge of his left arm. The black-haired old man's demeanor changed greatly, his hands were closed, his palms were pushed out and whirring, blocking the opponent's fingers, and his arms were scaled on his legs and did not move. Yin Tao said in his heart, is he admitting defeat and waiting to be killed? Before he finished his thoughts, he heard the sound of waves endlessly, and all the fingers of the white-haired old man were like hitting a wall, and he disappeared two feet in front of the other party.

The white-haired old man stopped with a smile on his face, Yin Tao thought that the superiority had been divided, and there was no need to fight again, but the black-haired old man jumped up and shouted: "What is the meaning of the empty qi sword? I will use my magic sword to stab seventeen or eighteen on you, no, it's a hundred, no, it's 110,000 blood holes." He didn't turn back, grabbed his right hand back, and a branch on the tree outside the zhang snapped and flew into his hand, and then gently brushed it from the root with his left hand, and the bark and small branches were gone, and it immediately became a wooden sword, as smooth as a knife. Yintao couldn't help but applaud loudly when he saw it, "Good internal strength, good kung fu". The black-haired old man hadn't heard others praise his martial arts for many years, although Yin Tao's praise was not very classic, he was very happy when he heard it, and a smile unconsciously appeared in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, but his irritable shape did not change, which made people look even more strange.

Ximen rushed back and said, "Fool, the kung fu that the master made just now is the best martial art, and this sword-making technique is just a small skill!"

The black-haired old man shouted angrily: "Fart, which move and style of your master and I is not superior martial arts?"

Ximen Chong knew that his language was inappropriate, and he repeatedly said yes, and he couldn't say it again.

The white-haired old man also made a wooden sword in the same way, and said, "My sword is two feet nine inches, and your sword is three feet and one inch, which is too long." ”

The black-haired old man scolded angrily: "Fuck, where did you get so many rules? After Lao Tzu went out, he built a seven-foot long sword and pissed you off, an old ghost." "Two fingers and one clip cut off two inches.

The white-haired old man said: "If you go out, I will already go west, why do you need to be angry?"

The black-haired old man said, "I'm so angry that your ghost can't feel at ease underground." The wooden sword pointed at the other party's body and couldn't help moving, and so did the white-haired old man.

The two were three feet apart, but they moved the wooden sword up and down, left and right out of thin air.

Yin Taoqi said: "Mr. Simon, is this a sword? ”

Ximen Chong said with an unswerving gaze: "The swordsmanship of the two of them has reached the realm of heaven and man, and what they are fighting for is only half a move and half a style. It's important to find the best point of attack before you shoot your sword, and it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to watch out for the first time you both have a sword, which will last you a lifetime. ”

Yin Tao nodded, but he didn't think so in his heart, and said secretly: "The words are good, but the two are so far apart, the situation has already changed." ”

Yin Tao stared at the two of them with both eyes, wanting to see how to make a move, but it was extremely inconvenient to look back and forth, so he stared at the black-haired old man to see what he did. The black-haired old man's wooden sword moved slightly, and a trace of strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes, Yinqing's heart moved slightly, the black-haired old man was nowhere to be seen, and he was immediately shocked, his eyes were staring, but how did he disappear, is there really a ghost?

Yin Tao suddenly realized, it turned out that the martial arts of the two were like ghosts and gods, and the distance of three zhang was not a distance for them at all, and the swordsmanship of these two people could kill all the sword masters in the first move, and even all the martial arts masters. This is why the white-haired old man asked the two of them to have a wooden sword of general length, yes, the two chose the same direction of attack, as long as the opponent's sword grew an inch, then he would definitely lose. This kind of martial arts monster is truly terrifying.

The two of them are seven feet apart, and the swords can touch each other but cannot reach their bodies, so they compare out of thin air, but they are no longer as good as Fang Cai, and the swords are getting faster and faster, and the two swords have become a white mist between the two of them. In another moment, the two deceived each other at the same time, the sword light dispersed to defend itself, and also attacked each other, and the sword light finally enveloped the two of them in a faint white mist, just like two balloons hitting each other, and then scattered, but there was no sound of wooden swords hitting each other from beginning to end, which shows that the two were just comparing out of thin air.

Such a fighting method was extremely boring, Yin Tao couldn't see the movements of the two and didn't want to see more, turned around to look at the Jurchen girl, only to see that she was still standing in a daze, there was no longer the original fright, only surprise and weirdness. Xin said: "What did Mr. Simon do when he took her, is it to serve these two old men? or...... This is also ridiculous, they will never use such obscene thoughts at their age, could it be that these two old men are tired of eating wild beasts in the mountains, and they want to eat human flesh for a change of taste? It is very likely that I have to find a way to save her, but it is a pity that all the martial arts are lost and it is difficult to protect themselves, how can this be good. He was thinking about himself, but he heard two snapping sounds, and said in his heart: "Finally hand over the sword." When he looked back, the two old men had jumped away. The black-haired old man's wooden sword fell to the ground and was furious, and the white-haired old man's wooden sword was cut off by a foot before it fell, obviously he won, but unfortunately the two of them moved too fast and didn't know how to win.

Yintao's martial arts are low, and the two of them are not real, and Ximen Chong has watched the two fight for a long time, so he can naturally see it clearly. Just now, the white-haired old man stabbed the opponent's seventeen big points with a sword, and the black-haired old man finally slowed down half a step under the solution, and finally stabbed the sword of the "Shenque Acupoint". The white-haired old man's sword broke silently, but there were still two feet left in his hand, and he slammed into the back of his hand "Hegu Acupoint" with a stretch, and the black-haired old man's acupoint was hit by the wooden sword, and he had to jump backwards.