Song of Adolescence

"Monk, you have a lot of weird martial arts, what do you use this time?" Jin Xiangong said loudly.

Inadvertently smiling without answering, waving long sleeves, the whole person is like a flying crane in the cloud, spinning and leaping in place.

"What is this monk doing?" Lei Wujie was puzzled.

"He's..." Xiao Se was taken aback for a moment, with some exclamation in his tone, "Dancing?"

"Okay!" Duke Jin exclaimed, "It's actually a dance of the heavenly devil! It's just that the dance requires eight demons to dance together to look good. You are too deserted by yourself."

Unintentionally but did not answer, the whole person wandered in the courtyard, but there were more and more figures, each white figure dancing in a different posture, but they were vaguely unable to see their faces.

"One...two...three...eight..." Lei Wujie wiped his eyes. He had also faced killer Yueji's afterimage sword before, but eight afterimages appeared at the same time, which was far better than Yue Ji is much smarter, "It's just... can you kill people even if you dance?" Lei Wujie finally said his doubts.

"Don't look!" Xiao Se hurriedly turned around, "This monk is really evil!"

"What's the matter?" Lei Wujie frowned slightly.

"The dance of the heavenly devil is rumored to be a group dance of the eight women under the knees of the heavenly devil. It is a sorcery that is not taught by esotericism. It is said that when the eight witches dance together, they are extremely charming and enchanting. Step on the cliff. Look at the other people in the yard!" Xiao Se shouted.

Lei Wujie hurriedly looked around, but saw that the two monks of the Dafanyin Temple both sat down with their eyes closed, their hands folded, and they were reading the Buddhist scriptures loudly, but the abbot still closed his eyes and shook his head. But Boyong, Lingjun, and the four brawny men in the yard were already in a trance, their bodies were about to move, and they slowly began to dance with their unintentional figure.

"This..." Lei Wujie has never seen such a weird picture.

"Why are you still watching?" Xiao Se was puzzled, "Aren't you affected at all?"

"I..." Lei Wujie widened his eyes and watched the eight Wuxin dances. He just felt that the white robe was flying around and looked very beautiful. "It doesn't seem to feel special?"

Father Jin brandished the Frost Sword in his hand, and the cold air was like a butterfly wearing a flower, and each of them swept across the unintentional sleeves. It didn't seem to attack Wuxin, but it seemed to cheer for this day of magic dance.

"Monk, although the devil dance can reproduce the beauty of the eight great witches, I have been an **** for more than 30 years. In my eyes, these are already skeleton blood and blood. It will only be disgusting. Is there anything more Fresh?"

One of the eight unintentional people moved slightly, and the white shadow flashed in front of Father Jin Xian, and pushed him with a palm of his right hand.

"The Great Soul Searching Hand! You have also learned the martial arts in the Great Compassion Fu!" With a wave of Grandpa Jinxian's long sword, a frost gas hit the white shadow that was attacking from the front. The Bai Ying's offensive slowly stopped, and finally stopped. The cold air around him was frozen by the entire ground. Father Jinxian didn't even look at it, and his long sleeves swept away, actually smashing him!

"Don't pretend to be pretentious, come up with real skills," said Duke Jin Xian.

"Why didn't you come up with real skills? Father-in-law, you are supernatural, I am not an opponent." Wuxin's tone was full of bitterness.

"Not an opponent?"

"No!"

"Then go to death!" Duke Jinxian pointed his sword to the sky and shouted, "Broken!"

I saw the frost in all directions, the beams, doors and windows of the temple were stained with a layer of hoarfrost, and Xiao Se couldn't help but forcefully wrapped the fox fur. But Lei Wujie's body began to heat up again.

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Se stared at him in a daze.

"Seeing such a duel, but I can only watch, it is a bit regretful." Lei Wujie sighed.

"I don't know what it is. You have heard Shen Jingzhou's name, you should know how terrible his sword is." Xiao Se said.

"Naturally know that when he was seventeen, he entered the rivers and lakes and challenged the five great sword sects alone. First, he defeated Zhuo Zizai, the leader of the Guying Sword Sect and Yi Shuihong, the leader of the Yunqi Sword Sect within two hundred moves, and then defeated with three hundred moves. Xia Hui, the master of the Tianjian Pavilion. When he challenged Canglei Jianxuan Fu Qingfeng, Fu Qingfeng was known as the world's fastest sword. The duel never exceeded ten swords, but when he reached the eighth sword, he was knocked into the air by the thunder. Sword. Only in the Tianshui Sword Sect Sect Master Xiao Chunshui, Shen Jingzhou was unable to win the battle to five hundred moves, so he tied the sword and left. However, Xiao Chunshui had been famous for twenty years, but Shen Jingzhou was a 17-year-old boy. At that time, his legend spread throughout the rivers and lakes. It is said that although he was a man, his face had the appearance of heaven and humanity. When he drew his sword, his white robe was flying, and the frosty air was full of frost. I don't know how many warm spring girls admired him. I still hear I wrote a poem about him: It seems that an immortal came up from the sky, and a sword appeared in the wind and snow. It was just that he only appeared on the rivers and lakes for three years, and then disappeared, and no one heard about him again." Lei Wu Jie recites these allusions back and forth.

"Shen Jingzhou was seventeen years old back then, and this monk seems to be seventeen now," Xiao Se said quietly.

The seven Wuxins merged into one again in an instant, Wuxin folded his hands together, closed his eyes, his robe and prayer beads on the neck were all flying, and his mouth was chanting Sanskrit quickly and non-stop. Grandpa Jinxian has been pierced with a sword, and the sword carries supreme power!

"Jinxian really wants to kill him!" Xiao Se frowned.

But Wuxin suddenly opened his eyes, and a huge bronze bell phantom appeared in front of him. Father Jinxian's sword pierced the bronze bell, but stopped an inch in front of Wuxin's chest.

"Prajna Heart Clock." Although Father Jinxian's sword stopped, but the sword energy did not stop, a frost swept to Wuxin's forehead.

"Infinite Prajna is at ease, silently moving and statically natural." Wuxin whispered, his body slightly raised in an almost impossible posture, and the cold frost brushed his forehead lightly.

"Monk, I want to ask you one last sentence. Do you want to follow me?" Father Jinxian sighed.

"What you said seems like you are going to elope with me. Monk, I blush, you rude eunuch." Wuxin smiled.

Father Jin Xian was taken aback for a moment, and said with a smile: "Such an interesting monk, it's a shame to kill."

"You want to kill me! It's not that easy!" A purple streamer flashed in Wuxin's eyes, extremely seductive.

"Mind demon lead? This is the martial arts that makes you forget worry?" Father Jinxian was taken aback, looking at those eyes, feeling the whole person's thoughts floating away...

In a fire that burned day and night, the entire city was wailing. Father stood on the wall and shouted while holding a sword, but was shot down by an arrow. He felt an unprecedented despair. All his family members were killed in this fire. The city would soon be broken. Then the beams of the cavalry would walk through the land, and he would be dragged around his neck by a horse whip. To die. It is said that the soldiers of the beam are very cruel. Even if they die, they will still peel off their skin... Rather than die in such a humiliating manner, it is better to understand. He looked at the dagger in his hand.

Why don't you just understand it like this... A voice said softly.

He suddenly laughed.

The eyes that had been slowly disintegrating regrouped, the illusion slowly dissipated, and Father Jinxian returned to reality. He looked at the sword in his hand and smiled softly: "It's been a long time since I remembered that day. At that time, it was really a Cowardly child."

Wuxin smiled miserably: "The father's heart is like a rock."

"Have you heard of Kunlun? It's a very cold and cold place. Snow falls all the year round, and the snow will not melt if it falls for a thousand years. I practiced swords there for six years, and my heart is as cold as the snow in Kunlun Mountain. It’s no use for me.” Duke Jin Xian said, “Die!”

Father Jin yelled, the illusory bronze bell in front of Wuxin was instantly torn apart by his sword, but Wuxin did not retreat. Instead, Wuxin stepped forward and danced wildly with his sleeves, knocking it away with one blow. Get out. Father Jinxian did not panic, leaped in the air and fell in front of Lei Wujie and Xiao Se: "Xiao Wuxin, you are not my opponent, why not let your two little friends help?"

Lei Wujie was taken aback for a moment, and immediately punched out.

Xiao Se exclaimed: "No!"

"Lei Family has no square fist, okay!" Duke Jin's figure flashed, and Lei Wujie fisted away, but Duke Jinxian had already stood by the sedan chair.

"The cool breeze rate is strong, and you have no clothes." Duke Jin Xian said softly a poem.