The moon filled the calm lake, and it was drizzling slightly. The moonlight couldn't be seen, only the moonlight covered the world.
On the surface of the water, there were countless tiny ripples, swaying the moonlight. The cold wind, together with the raindrops, hit one's face, bringing a refreshing feeling of coolness. Chen Ang stood alone on the boat, leisurely looking at the reflection of the lake. His face was tranquil, without a single ripple.
Behind him, Murong Bo, who was in a sorry state, looked at him with a gloomy expression.
"If I'm not mistaken, what sire used just now, was it my Murong family's Joined Finger?"
Chen Ang gently flicked the raindrops, turned his head and said, "When one's martial arts reach our realm, ordinary moves are no longer important. Just now, out of the fifty-three variations, twelve of them indeed came from Joined Finger."
Murong Bo sighed and said, "Fu 'er has painstakingly practiced this finger technique for twenty years, but it's not as good as what you've achieved in three months. If I didn't know, I'm afraid I would also think that you've been practicing this finger technique for more than fifty years."
Chen Ang looked at him with a smile and said, "With this kind of finger technique, even if he practiced for another hundred years, he still wouldn't be my opponent!"
His voice didn't carry a hint of ridicule, it was just a plain statement. But when it reached Murong Bo's ears, it was very unpleasant. His complexion changed, and after a long time, he sighed and said, "That's true, sire's martial arts are improving day by day, and you're not much older than Fu 'er. Even if he wants to reach your current realm, he still needs twenty years."
"I'm afraid twenty years won't be enough!"
Chen Ang flicked his fingers lightly, and a silver strand of rain fell in front of him. It was supposed to be the softest thing in the world, but he played with it like a silver pearl in his hand. With this flick, it suddenly shot out. In an instant, the world changed color. Countless crisscrossing ripples appeared on the surface of the water between Murong Bo and Chen Ang.
The silver thread passed through the ripples and raindrops on the surface of the lake. It carried a colorless yet fatal force as it went straight for the center of Murong Bo's eyebrows. The raindrops in the sky also drifted towards Murong Bo along with this attack. Hidden within the ten thousand raindrops was Chen Ang's one and only finger, which gave Murong Bo a deep pressure.
He shook his sleeves, and like an iron wall, he struck the surface of the water in front of him with his thick inner force. The water splashed several meters high, and like an overwhelming wave, it blocked in front of him.
Thousands of silver threads were left on the other side of the waves. Only a silver light broke through the waves and shot in. It hit Murong Bo's fluttering sleeves and caused a violent ripple. Even the boat that Murong Bo was on was pushed a few feet away.
"Flower-pinching Finger!" Murong Bo was horrified. Chen Ang unexpectedly used the raindrops as a chess piece and imbued a strand of Flower-pinching Finger's power. One must know that water was the softest thing in the world, it was formless and formless. To be able to use water as a hidden weapon, it could be said to be unheard of. To be able to use it for dozens of steps without exhaustion, it was even more like a myth.
Before he could even put down his sleeves, a piece of chess-sized cloth floated down from his chest, revealing the color of his chest. This time, Murong Bo could not even maintain his composure as he revealed an aghast expression. Flower-pinching Finger's power could be imbued with the raindrops, it was already inconceivable. However, Chen Ang unexpectedly kept the power of Flower-pinching Finger silent and formless.
He made the power of his finger go through Murong Bo's Subduing Demon Technique and left a mark on his chest.
This kind of martial art could be said to be extremely terrifying.
"Sure enough, twenty years is not enough."
Murong Bo roused his spirit and focused his gaze on his finger. Looking for an opportunity, he pointed his finger at the silver thread in front of him. A drop of ice froze the raindrops, and at this point, an icicle shot out.
On the other side, Chen Ang smiled and flicked three times in front of him. A drop of soft water shot out like an arrow. The force was incomparably fierce. If it hit a person's body, it would not be inferior to steel, it would be able to shatter the bones. His raindrops were as thick as mercury, unlike Murong Bo's, which was condensed into ice.
Just this point alone made Murong Bo lose. Although the force of ice was strong, Chen Ang used an invisible object to support the force, which was much stronger than his ice finger.
"Your Duoluo Leaf Finger is indeed very overbearing!" Murong Bo waved his finger three times and only then did he scatter three drops of water. On the other hand, Chen Ang lightly grabbed the icicle and pinched it between his fingers. "Old mister's Joined Finger is also unparalleled in this world."
Chen Ang smiled faintly, and with a 'chi' sound, the icicle disappeared. Even Murong Bo could not see its shadow anymore. In the sky and on the ground, countless raindrops splashed, and Murong Bo could hear a dense rustling sound.
Not a sound could be heard, only a bit of warning in his heart made him extremely vigilant. Without any basis, Murong Bo pointed his finger at the empty space. An explosive sound rang out in the air, and dozens of raindrops burst apart, as if two powerful forces suddenly collided with each other.
Water mist filled the air. Murong Bo's ears were dripping with sweat, and he said with a trembling voice, "Formless Finger of Disaster, Your Duoluo actually used water vapor as the foundation to support the force of your finger, admirable! Admirable! "
When he said the first word of admiration, Murong Bo was still on the boat. When he said the second word of admiration, he had already fallen into the lake. Murong Bo dipped his sleeves under the water and sprinkled a stream of water. His toes touched the surface of the water, and he kicked a water ball. This was Shaolin's unique skill, Shadow Pursuing Kick and Dharma Palm.
However, Murong Bo's two palm and leg forces, which contained all of his strength, were slightly shaken by Chen Ang and exploded in the air. Chen Ang's five fingers rotated, little by little, some were slow, some were heavy, some were incomparably fast, some were silent. All the martial arts that Murong Bo had seen in his life were all carried by a little bit of rain, forcing him into a very difficult situation.
He could only use all of his martial arts one by one. The two of them used the lake as a chessboard, the lake water and the rain as chess pieces. Under the moonlight, they were playing a game of chess. Murong Bo had already forgotten about the competition, he was using all of his strength to deal with this unprecedentedly powerful enemy. But Chen Ang was only forcing him to use his full potential.
The martial arts that Murong Bo had been learning for many years, the subtlety of it was somewhat similar. He had painstakingly practiced the Shaolin Temple's consummate skill for more than twenty years, the hundred martial arts, and his own Murong Family's consummate skill had become Chen Ang's target of study.
If in the beginning, Chen Ang relied on his profound cultivation of martial arts to forcefully control them, then now, under Murong Bo's polishing and teaching, these unique skills had a layer of indescribable flavor. The subtlety of being practiced to the bone was revealed from Chen Ang's movements. All kinds of martial arts wisdom in the library were carefully chewed, and even more subtle subtleties were dug out.
Murong Bo was forced to the extreme, he exerted all his strength to slap the water surface. He had forgotten all the rules and threw himself at Chen Ang. His right hand pointed, and it was the 'Pinching Flower Finger' that Chen Ang had just used. The hidden power of this finger was extremely sinister. When Murong Bo used it, it was even more murderous than any Shaolin eminent monk.
It was a move that completely abandoned all mercy and holding back, and only emphasized on power. In Murong Bo's hands, the power of the dignified Buddhist martial arts was greatly increased, but it also had a taste of advancing without retreating. Its killing power was extremely extreme. Even if the Shaolin eminent monk who created this martial art was still alive, he would still have to avoid its sharp edge.
Unfortunately, his opponent was Chen Ang.
Only Chen Ang could have a smile on his face. His face was always calm and at ease, as if there was a deep understanding in the unseen world. According to the legend of the Zen Sect, when Buddhist Nun Sakya preached on the Holy Mountain, he held a golden Buddha Flower in his hand and showed it to everyone. Everyone was silent, only Kasyapa smiled. This was the 'Pinching Flower Finger'.
Buddha held a flower, Kasyapa smiled.
But Chen Ang's fingers were incomparably gentle. Every time his left hand flicked, it was as if he wanted to flick off the dewdrop on the flower in his right hand, but he was afraid to shake off the flower petals. Murong Bo did not see the power of the finger, but he felt a pain in his chest. His body also shot out and fell on the lake.
"The flower blooms to see the person, the person sees me."
This finger had already reached the state of being and not being. It was as if he had gained an epiphany. It was indistinct and could not be obtained. It had already reached the supreme state of being formless, formless, colorless, and intangible. Even if the abbot of Shaolin Temple was here, he could only sigh in admiration.
Chen Ang bent his finger and sat on the surface of the water. There was only a lotus leaf under him that served as a foil to him. He gently stroked it, and the silver threads in the sky fell down. They gathered together and condensed into a tangible force. With the drizzle as the strings and the world as the zither, he started playing softly.
Chen Ang bent his finger and pulled on a silver thread. A soundless sound filled the air. The surface of the lake was like a huge speaker that started trembling slightly. Clang! A soft sound spread through the entire lake. Even Wang Yuyan, who was far away at Mantuo Villa, looked up in puzzlement. She asked softly, "Who's playing the zither?"
Chen Ang's pupils were dark blue. All of his thoughts and senses stopped at that moment. Time seemed to have stopped. The drizzle falling, the calm surface of the lake, and the beautiful moonlight turned into a still picture at that moment. It instantly turned into eternity, and then into eternity. Only the faint sound of the zither could be heard, as if it came from beyond the heavens.
The drizzle that filled the sky gathered together to reveal the white moonlight. Was it real or just an illusion? An invisible hand gently moved the millions of strands of silver threads. That finger was like a flower. It was soundless, colorless, formless, and formless, but it could move the world.
The sound of the zither could be heard, but it was also soundless. The melody surpassed the limits of human hearing, but when the lake trembled, people could still hear it. The invisible sound wave permeated the entire lake, and everything started to tremble, including Murong Bo's organs, blood vessels, meridians, and even his inner force. As Chen Ang's fingers danced, they trembled uncontrollably.
Murong Bo's mind was muddled, and he could only dance randomly under the sound of the zither. Countless tiny and complicated energies seeped into his body, controlling, guiding, and even changing his inner force. Murong Bo was like a puppet that was easily controlled, from his body to his mind.
In front of such a terrifying martial technique, the Life-Death Talismans were just child's play. Controlling a person's life and death was not scary, but controlling a person's mind was extremely horrifying. The Bewitching Origin Power was born from the sound of the zither, and it was more powerful than any other mental technique. It changed Murong Bo's mind.
As he danced more and more crazily, the invisible energies controlled him more and more tightly, and the sound of the zither gradually reached a climax. In the end, with the sound of the zither string snapping, everything fell silent, and everything calmed down. The drizzle fell again, and the moonlight gradually became blurry. It was drowned in the rain, and it seemed like nothing had happened.
Chen Ang waved his hand and sighed.
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