The monk of the Yuelun Kingdom wanted to smash the lovely Cat Girl into a pulp with his iron staff, and still shouted "Buddha is merciful". Therefore, Ning Que put the long and thin podao on the monk's neck and said, "Master, you don't seem to know mercy."
The skin on the monk's neck trembled slightly because of the coldness on the blade. He looked at Ning Que's clothes with alarm and asked in a hoarse voice, "Tang?"
Ning Que nodded.
The monk forced himself to calm down and looked at him through the long and thin blade. He said, "This is a sneak attack."
Ning Que didn't look at him, but at the snowflakes falling slowly on the blade. He said, "You have the final say."
The monk didn't expect his answer to be like this, and didn't know how to answer. His slightly dark cheeks under the bamboo hat were stiff because of shame and anger. He said in a low voice, "Unreasonable?"
Ning Que looked at him and smiled. He said, "I didn't see you being reasonable just now."
The monk was speechless.
Ning Que looked at the face under the shadow of the bamboo hat and suddenly asked, "How do you think we should end this?"
The monk's eyes under the bamboo hat brightened slightly. He looked at him and said, "I'm not convinced. Let's fight again."
Cat Girl, who was closest to them, heard the monk's words. She blushed and sneered angrily, "Do you have any shame? It was you who sneak attacked me just now, but you say we sneak attacked you. Why should we fight with you? "
Ning Que didn't seem to hear her words. He slowly moved the podao on the monk's throat and fell on the thick snow. He dragged the podao backward and kept a distance from the monk.
The monk looked at him in silence, and then raised his right hand to take off the bamboo hat on his head, revealing his bald head wrapped in green cloth and his indifferent and vigilant eyes. He didn't know who this young Tang man was, and he couldn't see his state. There were only two possibilities. The young Tang man's state was much higher than his, or he was not a cultivator.
Could he enter the Seethrough State at such a young age? The monk thought that the possibility was too small. Moreover, he saw that Ning Que's archery was as sharp as a god's and his bladesmanship was sharp, but he did not use any cultivator's skills. He was even more certain that Ning Que was an ordinary person. If he was an ordinary person, how could he defeat him again when he was a cultivator who was well-prepared?
The monk from the Yuelun Kingdom stared at Ning Que, who was not far away, and took a deep breath. His naked black feet slowly sank into the snow, and the melted water around his feet spread out. The black prayer beads that were nailed to the tree by the feathered arrow trembled violently, and then forcibly broke free from the arrowhead and flew back to him. His right hand grabbed the prayer beads in front of him.
"Please."
The monk looked at Ning Que with a solemn expression. A moment later, a ferocious look suddenly appeared on his face. The jet-black prayer beads whistled through the air. After the prayer beads, the iron staff smashed towards Ning Que's body with a thunderous boom!
In the snow forest, grass, withered leaves, and snow were flying everywhere. The Qi of Heaven and Earth was restless, as if it was about to explode.
Ning Que held the thin hilt of the podao with both hands. The engravings on the hilt were densely entwined with straw ropes that were used to absorb sweat. His fingertips felt the most familiar touch of Ha Velvet Grass. He stared at the iron staff that broke through the wind with the snow and the string of jet-black prayer beads that were whistling and circling. There was no expression on his face.
Just as the string of prayer beads increased its speed to the extreme and was about to disappear from his sight, he bent his knees slightly and bounced up like a snow fox that was used to hunting in the snowfield. He followed an extremely low curve and moved forward against the snow.
The distance between them was quickly shortened. He flipped his hands and lifted the slender podao from below, flicking off the snowflakes and grass in front of the blade. The sharp tip accurately hit the string of prayer beads that were whistling and circling towards the blade!
Accompanied by a sharp grinding sound that made one's teeth ache, the sharp tip of the blade forcibly stopped the rotation of the prayer beads. Immediately after, Ning Que's wrist moved again and the podao shook, directly flicking the prayer beads away from his body!
The prayer beads whimpered and flew diagonally away, falling into some unknown snow. The monk's dark cheeks suddenly turned pale. He could no longer find any trace of the Natal Prayer Beads in his sense of perception. He had suffered a hidden injury.
Ning Que's attack was effective. How could he be soft-hearted? He took a step forward and the slender podao was naturally dragged behind him. He suddenly exerted strength from his waist and abdomen, holding the hilt with both hands and using all his strength to chop forward!
The blade cut through the slowly falling snowflakes in the air.
The iron staff that was like a grey shadow flying towards his face was cut off.
A thunderous sound rang out.
A soft hiss.
The monk's cotton robe that had already been split open suddenly had a deeper cut. Fresh blood stained the torn cotton.
His right foot accurately stepped on the monk's knee. Then he turned his wrist and the slender podao flipped in the air. The back of the podao fiercely chopped the monk's throat, stifling the scream that was about to come out.
The monk of Yuelun Kingdom knelt on one knee with a thud. Blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth. Together with the deep cut on his cotton robe on his chest, he looked really terrible and miserable. But in fact, Ning Que had a good sense of propriety. The monk's life was not in danger at all. However, when he felt the coldness on his neck again, his dark cheeks had already become extremely pale.
Shock, fear, and confusion kept changing in the monk's eyes. He did not understand and could not understand what had happened at that moment. Why could an ordinary person like Ning Que pick up his Natal Prayer Beads and force him into such a desperate and miserable situation?
In a moment, the winner was decided again. Looking at the monk kneeling in the snow with blood, the female disciples of Great River Kingdom Black Ink Garden covered their mouths. They did not sympathize with the abominable monk of Yuelun Kingdom. They just did not expect that the seemingly ordinary slender podao could pick up the prayer beads, the snow, the iron staff, the monk's robe, and even the monk's throat without giving the monk any chance to fight back!
The most shocking and confusing scene was the same as the one that made the monk confused and cold. Why could the young Tang's blade pick up the black prayer beads?
It had nothing to do with the bladesmanship. The Natal Prayer Beads of Buddhism Sect cultivators were like the flying swords of Sword Masters. They were so fast that the naked eye could not capture their flying trajectory. If one could not see it and could not predict how it would fly, then even the best bladesmanship in the world could not pick it up. But the young Tang did it.
The reason why the arrow outside the forest could hit the prayer beads could be explained that Cat Girl was fighting with the monks of Yuelun Kingdom at that time, and the prayer beads were fixed on the Dahe Xiu Sword. But what about this time?
Ning Que held the hilt with one hand and looked at the monk of Yuelun Kingdom who was half-kneeling under the blade. He shook his head and said, "You insisted on fighting the second round. Don't blame me. We are all righteous people. Why do we have to fight to the death?"
This was what the monk of the Yuelun Kingdom had said before, after he had injured Zhuo Zhihua, the third disciple of the Black Ink Garden. At this time, Ning Que had knocked down the monk and returned these words to him. The girls of the Great River Kingdom behind him felt extremely relieved.
The monk looked up at Ning Que and asked hoarsely, "I admit defeat. May I know your name?"
Ning Que was very satisfied that there was only fear and confusion in his eyes instead of hatred. But he was not satisfied with the question that sounded like a martial arts novel. He frowned and said, "Why do you want to know my name? Do you want to get revenge in the future? "
"I don't dare." The monk coughed twice and lifted his sleeve to wipe the blood from his lips. He said, "But when the elders ask me when I go back, I can't say that I lost to a nameless Tang."
Ning Que was silent, as if he was thinking about whether he should tell the name of his sect.
The monk of Yuelun Kingdom waited in silence. The girls of Great River Kingdom also waited curiously for the answer. Even the hand of the girl behind the yellow cloth gently placed the brush on the inkstone.
Ning Que said, "If the elders of White Tower Temple ask, you can say that the person who defeated you is Zhong Dajun of the Academy."
Hearing the word "Academy", the monk of Yuelun Kingdom's stiff body trembled slightly. His voice also trembled slightly. He said, "Oh, you are from the Academy. I am really rude."
"You asked about my sect. You must be thinking of using Yuelun Kingdom's White Tower Temple or even the Divine Hall to suppress me."
Ning Que looked at the green cloth wrapped around the monk's bald head and said, "But unfortunately, I am a student of the Academy. I think everyone agrees that there is no place in this world that can suppress the Academy."
The body of the monk of Yuelun Kingdom trembled even more and he said, "I dare not have such an idea."
"It doesn't matter if there is or not. Our Academy has always been the most reasonable place. Our first lesson is etiquette. So when we see things that are unreasonable, we can't help but intervene."
"A monk who has just entered the No Doubts State dares to be so cruel and merciless? What's so great about being a love-struck fool? Can you rob someone else's place? Quni Madi … is this the name? You have to follow the rules. "
While Ning Que was educating the monk under the knife, he thought of the words of Professor Cao Zhifeng and Second Brother.
The professor said that the rules of the Academy were very simple. Whoever had the bigger fist set the rules. Obeying the rules was etiquette. Second Brother's request for him on the trip to the Wilderness was very simple. No matter what situation he was in, he must not lose the face of the Academy. In other words, he could only bully others and not be bullied by anyone.
In fact, these words had been said by the girls of the Great River Kingdom before. He just repeated them. However, the power of words was naturally completely different when the meat was on the board and the knife was on the neck. The monk of Yuelun Kingdom did not dare to have any doubts. He just listened obediently for fear that the hot-blooded student of the Academy would shake his hand and leave another wound on his neck.
"Get out of here. Don't come again."
Ning Que moved the podao away and said to the monk.
However, in his heart, he said to the proud Senior Brothers and Sisters in the distant mountain in the south of Chang 'an City and the proud big white goose, "Youngest Brother, I didn't lose the face of the Academy. Now I have started to bully others."
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"Thank you for your help, Senior Brother."
"You're welcome."
Ning Que did not have the habit and hobby of traveling in Jianghu with a prestigious sect. He stopped Zhuo Zhihua from bowing and said directly, "The name of the Academy can't conquer the world. Even if the White Tower Temple is afraid of it, it can still cause you trouble. Be careful."
Cat Girl frowned and said unhappily, "Senior Brother, why did you give that guy a second chance to fight? What if you couldn't pick the rosary? "
Zhuo Zhihua thought that Senior Brother Zhong was kind enough to help them. How could Junior Sister blame him? She was worried that he would be unhappy, so she smiled apologetically and said, "That monk should be a second-generation disciple of Yuelun Kingdom. I didn't expect him to be defeated by Senior Brother Zhong. I think Senior Brother should be one of the best in the Academy."
The smile on Ning Que's face was a bit forced. He thought to himself that he was used to hiding his true identity. If he made a name for Zhong Dajun in the future, it would be too late for him to cry.
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Ning Que led the Big Black Horse away from the warm stream and walked slowly along the lakeside. The snowflakes in the air were denser than before. He quietly looked at the snowy lake and kept analyzing the battle today in his mind.
The spirit of chivalry, demeanor, and glory had always been dirty air discharged from the human body. They were meaningless to him. The reason why he gave the Yuelun Kingdom monk a second chance was not that he wanted to beat him until he was convinced, but that he needed an opponent to test his knife and to experiment with the new fighting style that he had figured out these days.
His compatriots in the Tang military camp definitely could not do it, because they could not be ruthless. A real powerhouse like Prince Long Qing definitely could not do it, because it was very likely that he would be killed by his opponent. The White Tower Temple monk that he met today was in the middle state of No Doubts State and was the most suitable opponent. He was so suitable that his hands began to tremble with excitement when he held the hilt of his knife.
He made two strikes in the battle. His speed and precise control of strength had been greatly improved compared to when he was in the City of Wei. But the key point was that he did not use any cultivation methods. He could deal with an opponent at the level of the White Tower Temple monk without any cultivation methods. This was the basis of the fighting style that he wanted to try.
On a rainy night in the Spring Breeze Pavilion, Chao Xiaoshu's sword filled with water had killed countless Chang 'an gangsters. At the entrance of the Northern Mountain Road, the dim sword shadow of the Devil's Doctrine Sword Master had caused the most elite bodyguards of the Tang Empire to suffer heavy casualties. Compared with ordinary warriors, cultivators always seemed extremely powerful and difficult to defeat.
In Ning Que's view, the main reason was that cultivators used their Psyche Power to control the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Their natal flying swords or other weapons were much faster than ordinary martial arts skills in the world. Moreover, their trajectory was unpredictable.
But this was not a problem for him who had entered the world of cultivation. Although he had only opened ten acupoints and was extremely poor in aptitude, he could control very little Qi of Heaven and Earth. If he fought with an enemy with a flying sword, he could not gain the upper hand in speed and power. But he was extremely sensitive and could clearly perceive the slightest change in the surrounding Qi of Heaven and Earth.
The trace of unnatural change in the Qi of Heaven and Earth could not be captured by all cultivators. Ning Que was trying to capture it. As long as he could capture it, then he could know when the enemy cultivator would make a move and how the opponent's natal item worked.
Today he succeeded. So when the Yuelun Kingdom monk's prayer beads whistled, the trajectory could not be seen by the naked eye. But in his sense of perception, it was extremely clear and extremely slow.
Mastering the trajectory of the enemy's natal item was only the first step. In this kind of fighting style, Ning Que needed to shorten the distance between him and the opponent in the shortest time possible and drag the opponent into close combat.
Just like what he said to Situ Yilan that day. In his view, most cultivators in the world were immersed in meditation and flying swords. They could be magicians, but they did not know how to be executioners.
And except for the powerhouses at the Peak state of Martial Arts and the masters of the Devil's Doctrine, all the cultivators in the world had a fatal problem. Their bodies and abilities were too weak. Without a strong bodyguard, there was only a road to death when approached by a guy like Ning Que who had sharp bladesmanship and was used to seeing life and death.
The reason why Ning Que pondered this kind of fighting style was related to his own aptitude in cultivation. Before becoming a Divine Talisman Master and drawing Indefinite Talismans to protect himself, he had to have some different means to defeat the cultivators who were at the same state or even higher than himself. And this was also related to what Master Yan Se said before leaving Chang 'an City.
At that time, Master Yan Se looked at him and said calmly, "Even if you can fly your flying sword into the clouds and kill the enemy thousands of miles away, if the enemy can protect himself within one foot, this shocking sword will be meaningless. And even a guy like Liu Bai can only be dumbfounded once your Second Brother gets close to him. So managing the one foot in front of you is more important than anything else. "
The sword could fly thousands of miles away, but not even a foot in front of him.
Ning Que led the Big Black Horse and stood quietly in the snow by the lake.
He looked at the sky thousands of miles away and pulled out his blade to cut off a snowflake in front of him.
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