I first met at the age of four, could sense it at the age of six, and was not confused at the age of eleven, and entered Dongxuan at the age of sixteen. It took more than ten years to climb from Dongxuan to Dongxuan's top grade, and used continuous victory to win the invincible name below Zhide's fate No matter how you look at it, Wang Jingluo, a native of Xuanfu of the Tang Dynasty, was a genius in the path of cultivation.
But Wang Jingluo knew very well that he had not met the young men and women who occasionally came out of unknown places for a day, and the name of a young genius in his practice was not solid.
So he hopes that others will say that he is a calm and experienced practitioner, and does not want the world to praise him as a so-called young genius in practicing Taoism. He wants to have the demeanor and style that contrasts with practitioners with a profound realm, so even if he is young, his body is very good. He is healthy and has no lung disease. He always coughs twice from time to time.
But at this time, he was sitting in a mess in the spring rain, and he was really coughing. Because of fear and confusion, he was choked by the rain. He looked pale and looked at the tall and thin Taoist man who gradually appeared at the entrance of the alley, his body trembling. Becoming more and more powerful.
The tall and thin old man walked out of the alley was wearing a dirty Taoist robe. There were countless oil marks and dirt on the robe. His eyes flashed in his triangles on his face, and his sparse long beards looked extremely obscene and obscene. There is no appearance of a paradise.
"I spent half a day drawing this talisman. What do you think?"
The tall and thin Taoist man looked at Wang Jingluo who was sitting in the alley through the layers of rain curtains and asked seriously. At his feet, the fat man in the Prince's Mansion had turned into a dead body, and his clothes and even the skin under the clothes were cracked like paint that had fallen off for years, looking extremely terrifying.
Wang Jing smiled a little, looked at the tall and thin Taoist man and said in a disgusting manner: "There are only a dozen people in the Tang Dynasty. The one who is willing to wear Taoist robes is naturally one of the four divine talisman masters of the South Gate of Haotian Dao."
"It takes a talisman like a divine talisman master who spent half a day drawing. It is based on the streets and alleys and rain as ink. This titanium character is naturally terrible... I just don't understand why I didn't kill me directly... ."
The talisman master from the South Gate of Haotian frowned slightly, waved his hand and drew a word in the air, drove away the annoying spring rain around him, shook his head and said, "Monkey from Yuelun Kingdom, swordsman from the Southern Jin Dynasty, old man from the military headquarters, These people die, but you are different. I am ordered not to let you take action just to protect you."
"Wang Jingluo, you are already standing on the threshold of the realm of knowing fate at a young age. It is really rare. I heard that there have been news in the academy. The national master and the brother of Yu also commented on you, believing that you are very likely to be in forty years. It's not easy to touch the layer of paper above the Five Realms… It's not easy for me to produce a young genius in the Tang Dynasty, so you have to work hard to live another forty years!"
The expression on Wang Jingluo's face changed constantly.
"You don't want to go back to the prince's mansion and go to the front line to serve for three years to atone for your sins."
After saying this, the divine talisman master turned around and walked into the dark alley, murmured: "The old Chao of Chunfengting is not a kitten or puppy. If he is so easy to kill, wouldn't I not have been more than ten years ago. Go and kill? "
The green sleeves shook lightly, and the thin green steel sword that fell into the rain buzzed and flew back to Chao Xiaoshu's hands.
He looked back at Ning Que who was standing behind him, and confirmed that except for some small blood-mouthed teenagers, he nodded and put his sword back into the sheath, left the carriage, and walked towards the streets and alleys.
Walking to the intersection of Chunfeng Pavilion, stopping towards the small tree, looking at the place behind the rain curtain, Ning Que raised his arm to wipe off the rain from his forehead, looked over his eyes, and after a long silence , he asked, "Are you still waiting for someone?"
"Yes." He pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword and replied, "A man named Wang Jingluo, but it seems he won't come."
Ning Que frowned, handed Park Dao from his right hand to his left, and asked, "Why."
Looking back at Xiaoshu, he looked at the black mask on Ning Que's face, and said with a smile: "It is not easy for me to produce a genius in Taoism in the Tang Dynasty. Maybe some people don't want to see him die at our hands."
"I don't have the confidence of you." Ning Que recalled the continuous battles tonight, thinking about the powerful practitioners, thinking that if he hadn't come forward to Xiaoshu, he would have died long ago, and said with emotion: " If it was your trump card, why didn't he take action earlier and insisted on you to fight to death? "
"I have explained to you in Linfoseven Lane that once the trump card is revealed, no one dares to move the entire Chang'an City. Then it is impossible to know how many trump cards those noble people have in their hands and their intentions."
Chao Xiaoshu suddenly said, "Come with me?"
Ning Que raised his right arm, wiped off the rain and blood from the blade with his sleeve, inserted it back into the scabbard behind him, and nodded.
The rain was a little lighter than before, and it fell in the streets and alleys around the Chunfeng Pavilion.
He left the hilt of the sword towards Xiaoshu, held it behind him, and walked on the quiet street. The blue shirt on his body was still straight and his face was still calm, but it was a few points paler than before the battle. There seemed to be no change except that .
Ning Que followed him, and while walking, he tore off the corner of his clothes and tied the wound on his left arm. Although the bloody mouths were shallow and thin , he was still used to saving every drop of blood when he came out of Minshan Mountain. and strength.
The rainy alley was wet street, and the two of them walked around the Chunfeng Pavilion, like a pair of lion brothers who had just experienced a bloody battle and began to patrol their territory.
Walking back to the main entrance of Chaofu, a faint look of fatigue appeared on Chao Xiaoshu's face. He rubbed his eyebrows, lifted up the sway of his blue shirt, and sat on the wet stone steps like this.
Several remaining Tang soldiers shouted and rushed towards him.
Ning Que pulled out the Pu knife behind his back and chopped it down in front of him. Each sword light would cut down an opponent. The Tang soldiers who rushed to the stone steps fell in front of the steps one by one like trees. At the same time, he He kept murmuring: "When people are floating in the world, how can we not be killed? I will kill you with one knife, I will kill you with two knife..."
The young tree sat on the damp stone steps, supporting himself with the scabbard of his sword, weary. Watching the scene before him, the brightness in his eyes grew stronger. He had long seen that Ning Que's swordsmanship carried the shadow of military prowess, but more exquisite choices of timing and direction are principles that can only be understood between life and death.
"This is the real knife technique to kill people."
Looking at the sword lights at Xiaoshu, recalling the strong will and excellent judgment ability shown by Ning Que in the pictures in the battle, and thinking about his real age, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It's a pity that little guy." If you cannot practice, otherwise the future of the Tang Empire will definitely occupy an extremely important position."
Looking at the corpse soaked in the rain in front of the mansion, looking at the young man holding a Pu Dao and panting, he smiled at Xiaoshu and said, "Can you kill someone a little poetic? You feel more like you are in the middle of the day when you kill someone. Hoe the field."
Ning Que turned around, and the Pu Dao carried on his shoulder brought a stream of blood. He looked at the middle-aged man on the stone steps, pointed to the night rain falling from the sky, and panted, saying, "There has always been wetness, as for hoeing the fields... Where is it so tired to cut people?"