Pound the stone creatures, worship the purple star devoutly;

Cigarettes pay water market, the Ministry of Rites to the door;

The Chinese girl is worried about the sword spirit, and the courtier moves the mirror screen;

Leave a phantom in the mountains, and remember Huanting in the world.

A five-law poem written by someone I don't know is just the work of a boring chanting a fox fairy. It's not a big deal to pass those equally boring moments.

Anyway, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone don't need a few small dollars, and it is common for bored to pass the time.

However, if in the middle of the night, when you can't see your fingers outside, and the four fields are silent, you happen to meet a boring person, who sings this five-line poem outside your window, and sings it like a ghost crying wolf, hating the sky and the earth, then it is not boring, but very boring.

Xiong Chu is not a person who likes to be bored, so he doesn't like those who are boring either.

Especially for those who are bored, they run in front of him and use a very boring way to show their boredom, and Xiong Chu has always hated it.

Xiong Chu would rather sleep than let others find out that he is actually bored.

But now that he has completed the cultivation of the Shangqing Mind Method, it is a good time to sleep, but he heard the bored people wailing in boredom outside, and Xiong Chu couldn't sleep at all, so he became even more bored.

Not only Xiong Chu couldn't sleep, but the entire Taiping Town couldn't sleep.

When a town can't sleep, there are a lot of bored people running out to see the excitement.

In fact, there is no excitement in the world, but there are many people who want to see it, so there is endless excitement.

At night in Taiping Town, there is usually little excitement.

But today, suddenly a lot of people ran out to see the excitement, so it became very lively.

When Xiong Chu thought that tonight must be very lively, he found that it was no longer lively.

When Xiong Chu found that there was no longer any excitement, he knew that the real excitement had not yet begun.

Or that the first wave of excitement has ended, and the second wave of excitement has not yet begun.

Because the moment Xiong Chu came out of the window, he found that the street was full of corpses.

The headless corpses were scattered all over the place, and the strong bloody aura rose to the sky, making Xiong Chu shiver all over again.

The people who watched the excitement and wanted to make it all dead.

For their head was no longer on their own shoulders, but in the hands of another.

The hair was tied together and twisted in the left hand, and a large pile of skulls dripping with blood was twisted like this, as if twisting a bunch of inconsequential things.

This is a guy with a disheveled head, dressed in a white robe from his head to his feet, looking strange and eerie in the dark night, like the legendary bull head and horse face.

However, this ghost-like guy, the treasure knife he was holding in his right hand was the Dragon Scale Purple Gold Knife, thus revealing his identity.

"Ma Mingjiu, don't hide your head and show your tail. It turns out that the legend of the fox fairy that has been circulating around recently is that you are secretly making trouble and killing people. ”

Xiong Chu's voice was flat, without the slightest fluctuation. At least to others, his voice was very peaceful.

However, Xiong Chu, who was standing in the middle of the street, was wearing a white cloak without wind, and the Qingyu sword under his left rib occasionally had a slight sound.

"You can see it, so what? Our family is an official of the imperial court, how can we kill people indiscriminately? These are all a bunch of thugs, bent on subverting the foundation of the nine thousand years old and the emperor, what are you doing if you don't kill them?"

Xiong Chu's tone was still calm: "It turns out that they are thugs, I thought that these people who went south and north to do business and worked hard to make a little money were good citizens. In this way, you are a great hero in the fight against violence?"

Ma Mingjiu smiled gloomily: "Is our family a big hero, then if you want to be nine thousand years old and the emperor come up to comment, how can you allow a killer like you to put your beak in the beak? went to Taiping Town to be a serious hero, you were blind in our family, didn't you find you?"

"Hmph, do you want to dress yourself up as a righteous and brave knight? Our family needs thirty-six skulls to re-cultivate the palm gong, and now there are thirty-five, and the only thing missing is a medicine primer, which is specially reserved for you. ”

Xiong Chu suddenly found that he had made a huge mistake in the past few days.

Ma Mingjiu must have been angry and has been secretly following him. Because I didn't pay attention to the movements around me, I didn't notice it.

The last time I was at the river temple at the crossing of the Yellow River, it was because of the help of Chen Hongtai and Cui Yingyuan, so I was able to gather thirty-six heads at once.

This time, there was no one to help, so Ma Mingjiu spread the legend about the fox fairy everywhere, just to arouse people's curiosity, and then slowly gather a group of people who like to listen to gossip to Taiping Town, so that they can get thirty-six fresh heads at a time.

No wonder he sang such a song with a strange tone, which originally had a long charm, and he dared to love him, which made others feel strange when they heard it, and then automatically ran out to see the excitement.

As a result, these innocent people did not see it as hilarious, but lost their heads, thus losing their lives.

This person's cultivation method is vicious, his methods are vicious, and his mind is even more vicious, and he must not stay.

Xiong Chu was also angry in his heart, but he didn't take the initiative.

Because he was not Ma Mingjiu's opponent when he was in peak condition, and he has not yet recovered to peak state, no one knows what the future will be once he fights.

The most important thing is that I don't know what Cheng Cheng Ma Mingjiu has recovered in the past two months. Without knowing the details of the enemy, the killer will not take it lightly.

Xiong Chu didn't want to make the first move, but it didn't affect his mouth not to speak first: "Naturally, I'm not a hero, and I've never been prepared to be a hero." Why are you still standing there when your purpose is me? Do you think that a killer will cut off his own head and give it to you?"

"Or is it that your lutea bones have been shattered and turned into an old monster that is completely out of the top and bottom? an old monster who is incomplete in everything, and has a face to live in this world, I don't understand, why is there such a brazen person in this world?"

This is a vicious statement.

What does it mean that there is no upper and lower levels? When people are fathers-in-law, the most taboo thing is to say that there is no more below.

Now you say that people are not only no longer below, but also no more, and as long as it is a person, they will be angry.

Ma Mingjiu, who had always seemed to be holding Zhizhu, suddenly got angry, and he was very angry.

Ma Mingjiu didn't squeak, but with a muffled snort, his body was already in the air. The dragon scale purple gold knife in his right hand flashed with cold light, and directly crossed the distance of five zhang and slashed into the air.

The sky is round, and the first move of the six styles of Pingtian is shot.

Xiong Chu's right hand flipped like lightning, and the Qingyu Sword jumped out of the scabbard with a clatter, and then drew a pale yellow semicircular arc, just enough to block the dragon scale purple gold knife's hateful blow.

Xiong Chu, who never likes to talk nonsense in battle, has changed his normal behavior today and has become a lot of nonsense: "Old monster, aren't you the old worshipper of Jinyiwei? But in this case, is this kind of three-legged cat's kung fu also worth worshipping? Don't laugh at other people's big teeth." Do you want to go back and cultivate again for sixty years?"

"Throat Locking Sword, you are also a famous person, you will fight, where is the nonsense?" Ma Mingjiu was so angry by Xiong Chu's shrew-like words that he was angry, and finally became angry: "Throat Locking Sword, Throat Locking Sword, hum, you are locking your throat to show our family!"

Xiong Chu's Pingtian Six Styles are endless, and his mouth is also endless: "Sure enough, it's an old monster who lacks this shortness, and he can't even tell the good words! I'm just worried that after you pass today, people won't worship you, but instead worship a spirit card." And next year's day is your anniversary, if people forget to burn paper for you, how inappropriate is that?"

Today, as soon as Xiong Chu came up, he gave up "Lightning Three Thousand Strikes", and he gave up the attack.

Pingtian Six Styles, the first defensive swordsmanship. Speaking of it, there are only six forms, but it can also be sixty or six hundred.

It is also this set of swordsmanship that the last time he made his first shot in Yuanjiazhai, he killed Ge Youquan, the deputy head of the Vulcan faction.

After this serious injury, Xiong Chu finally got a rare two months to comprehensively summarize his past experience.

The experiences and lessons gained after various life and death trials have been repeatedly deduced. Although there is no opponent to verify, the logical relationship has been basically thought through.

Especially for the first month or so, Xiong Chu lay in bed and couldn't move, but it didn't affect his brain's thinking. You can even close your eyes and let the two people in your brain engage in the most intense battles, thus discovering the cause and effect between the various moves.

Of course, Ma Mingjiu is one of the top masters in the rivers and lakes, and Ge Youquan of the Vulcan Sect is not worthy of lifting his shoes.

The last time I was in Funiu Mountain, it was mainly because Ma Mingjiu had already fought with the Spirit Void Master at the beginning, and half of his internal strength had been consumed.

Later, he was secretly launched by Xiong Chu and broke his blood-rotting bone palm, which shook his heart, so it caused passivity.

Ma Mingjiu was able to live to be over seventy years old on the rivers and lakes, which means that there are not many people who can kill him, and it also shows that he is definitely not a fool.

Since he is not a fool, the question that Xiong Chu can think of, Ma Mingjiu must have already figured it out. Especially for the "Lightning Three Thousand Strikes" that he used to be in a hurry, he has a very unique opinion, so he will seem to have the wisdom bead in his hands just now.

Xiong Chu didn't take the initiative to attack when he came up, in fact, he had already thought of this possibility, which was also the most fundamental reason why he decided to use "Pingtian Six Styles".

There is no doubt that in the second battle between Xiong Chu and Ma Mingjiu, Ma Mingjiu lost in strategy at the beginning, because he was preparing how to deal with the "Lightning Three Thousand Strikes" with a rush attack.

Unexpectedly, at the beginning of the battle, Xiong Chu actually shrank into a ball, and he did not take the initiative to attack until now, and the range of movement of the sword in his hand definitely did not exceed the range of one zhang.

And the moves were even more unpredictable than the last time, which made Ma Mingjiu feel a very bad feeling in his heart again.

The long-planned all-out blow finally hit all the cotton piles.

This is a huge tactical failure, and it will not be easy to put on any martial arts master.

This strange feeling is like a woman who is clear and jade, and under her full defense, she was openly molested by others, and she took the initiative to send it to others to molest.

It's a very gruesome feeling.

But Ma Ming felt that what was even more crooked was that Xiong Chu's slow and methodical comparison of strange swordsmanship was fundamentally different from the last time he was in the dense forest.

Last time, one move was faster than the other, which made people overwhelmed.

This time it was completely reversed, one move was slower than the other, as if he was teaching swordsmanship to an ignorant child, for fear that the other party would not understand.

This is nothing short of blatant contempt!

However, even if it was a swordsmanship move like a slow-motion move, it was clearly visible, but as a result, the thought of a move counterattacked the past, and it was still a punch in the cotton pile with nowhere to focus.

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