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- Chapter 243 Raise your hand
Above the West Lake, a small boat floats quietly in the gentle sunshine. It is located in the depths of the lake. Although a stone arch bridge can be vaguely seen, there are very few people on the lake here, making it appear that Very quiet.
On the bow of the boat, two people in Taoist robes sat opposite each other on either side of a low coffee table. The sparkling light reflected from the lake surface turned into fragments of shadow, casting bright lights on their Taoist robes.
The Taoist priest holding the pot and pouring tea has a graceful figure and elegant movements. She is actually a female Yuzhen. Although she is making tea, her body is spotless, as clean as if she had just bathed in a clear spring.
He has a face with oval seeds, delicate facial features, bright eyes like pools, thin eyelids, thin red lips, and a face like white jade, exuding a cold temperament. It is quite similar to Zhang Qingyun, the leader of the Qingwei Sword Sect, but his appearance is also completely different.
"Master, the Jiaxing iron arresters' methods this time are too vicious!" The female Taoist priest stood up, put down the red clay teapot, took out a snow-white cloth handkerchief from her wide sleeves, wiped her jade hands elegantly, and said softly, her voice quality Like jade, it sounds soft at first, but it has a faint hard charm, which is quite strange and touching.
The square face of the Taoist priest sitting across from him was slightly purple, showing an air of calmness and self-respect. He was Yang Zhenren, the head teacher of Ge Zao Mountain, and the female Taoist priest was Yang Mengzhen, his disciple.
Yang Mengzhen was indifferent by nature and had very few sexual intercourse, but he liked cultivation very much. He was immersed in it all day long and almost never left home. Except for the young disciples on Gezao Mountain who were thinking about this beautiful aunt, Few others know of her existence.
This time, at the invitation of Xiao Yuesheng, Yang Zhenren came to Linhuju in Lin'an City to watch the ceremony, and forced Yang Mengzhen to accompany him. Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult for her to take a step out of Gezao Mountain.
"Wellbutit's excusable!" Yang Zhenren stroked the neat beard under his chin and nodded.
"Abandoning martial arts is already worse than life, but they hang them on a tree to show off to the public. Under such humiliation, these people may not have the shame to live anymore!" Yang Mengzhen slightly frowned his thin eyebrows and put on the snow handkerchief. Put it back in your sleeve, pick up the clear white porcelain tea cup, and gently blow the green tea in the cup.
There was a hint of unbearability on Jade's face.
"Well, that makes sense" Yang Zhenren took a sip of tea, exhaled a big breath, and showed a comfortable expression. He liked the tea art of his only female disciple, but he was a little careless about the disciple's words.
"Master¡ª¡ª!" Seeing that he was absent-minded, Yang Mengzhen let out a dissatisfied cry and glared at him. The eyes are as full as autumn water, and even the expression of anger is extremely moving.
"Haha Actually, it's hard to say whether this is right or wrong. Jiaxing's iron arresters have always used this method. Those martial arts people messed with them. It can only be said that they brought it upon themselves, and they can't blame others."
Yang Zhenren smiled hurriedly, which was quite accommodating. For this youngest disciple, he did not regard her as a disciple, but regarded her as his daughter, the apple of his eye, without any dignity towards other disciples.
Yang Mengzhen and Gua Zixue had a look of disapproval on their faces. They were very unhappy with Jiaxing Iron Captor's vicious methods, but they could not directly refute their master, so they could only pick up the long sword by their legs.
Holding the horn wrapped in the hemp, he secretly said his name: "Jiaxing Iron Catal, Jiaxing Iron Crash Well?"
She raised her head, stretched her slender jade fingers in the direction of Linhu Residence, and asked quickly: "Master, isn't that Master Xiao from Jiaxing?"
"Haha, yes. Did you just remember it?!" Yang Zhenren's eyes narrowed slightly with purple light. He chuckled while stroking his clear beard.
Yang Mengzhen gave the master an angry look and ignored his teasing.
The curved thin eyebrows were frowned, and the snow-white Rouyi rubbed the hilt of the sword, muttering to himself: "Jiaxing Tiezhao has such superb martial arts, but no one knows their life experience, and the martial arts they use have never been seen in the martial arts. Hmph, it would be strange if it had nothing to do with Guanlan Villa!"
Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her expression focused, and the shimmering waves of light cast broken shadows onto her face, making her bright eyes full of autumn water, clear and lively, which was extremely moving.
Yang Zhenren sipped the tea, leisurely and leisurely watching the surrounding lakes and mountains, allowing Yang Mengzhen to think hard.
The sun is bright and warm, shining on the body, making people feel a bit lazy. The breeze blows, and the sparkling waves are like countless gems rolling.
Under his far superior eyesight, he could clearly see the endless stream of pedestrians on the arched bridge in the distance. On the bridge, everyone's eyes were wandering, greedily wanting to take in all the beautiful scenery in front of them without missing a single trace. .
Although the scenery of my own Gezao Mountain is excellent, compared with this place, it is a bit less lazy and sophisticated, too strange and dangerous, and too majestic.
"Master, are these Jiaxing peopleDid Iron Capture come from Guanlan Villa? ! " Yang Mengzhen's snow-white oval face showed hesitation, and his speaking speed was also slow and hesitant. He himself couldn't believe this inference.
"Who knows this?!" Yang Zhenren put down the white porcelain tea cup, shook his head, did not comment, and obviously had some doubts.
"Hmph, it must be him!" Yang Mengzhen snorted coldly, looking into the distance with his bright autumn eyes, recalling that hateful smile, and said bitterly: "Other than him, who would let such a master serve the court? Those Most people in the martial arts world look down upon you!"
For people in the martial arts world, the court and the martial arts world are two worlds that cannot go together. When a martial arts person enters the court, he no longer belongs to the martial arts people. He is like a bird in a cage. He has to follow the rules and lose everything. He has gained the character of a martial artist.
In Xiao Yuesheng's eyes, there is no distinction between martial arts and the imperial court. He does not have so many scruples in his actions. If he does not follow the rules, he is extremely eye-catching. Even Yang Mengzhen, who has only met him once, knows how unruly he is.
Yang Zhenren didn¡¯t answer, he just smiled and said nothing.
The painting floats leisurely, with the slight rise and fall of the lake. The sun is shining brightly and the breeze is gentle, making people want to sleep.
Yang Mengzhen thought for a long time, holding the white porcelain tea cup elegantly, thinking for a while, and then suddenly broke the silence and asked: "Master, is the Sunflower Book really that magical?"
"It should be true!" Yang Zhenren nodded, put down the tea cup, and stroked his clear beard under his chin, his square face filled with purple aura showed solemnity.
For martial arts secrets.
At the beginning, he was dismissive, thinking that it was pure lies and exaggerated claims with ulterior motives. However, the subsequent development of the situation made him change his mind, especially the difference between the past and the present of Sun Baiwei, the leader of Shenwei Hall. Understand the magic of this book.
To prevent Sun Baiwei from pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. He specially sent a message to Xiao Yuesheng to inquire about the details of Sun Baiwei. From Xiao Yuesheng's mouth, he learned that this Sunflower Book was indeed not a mortal thing.
"Then, those who are near the water get the moon first, why is Master Xiao so indifferent?!" Yang Mengzhen paused with the tea cup in mid-air, slightly frowning in thought with crescent eyebrows, his expression moving.
The relationship between Yang Mengzhen and Xiao Yuesheng is not harmonious. Because when the two met, Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her a few more times and immediately gave her a lustful impression.
Yang Mengzhen has a refined and beautiful temperament. When men see her, except for her master and a few senior brothers. The rest of the people did not dare to take a second look and could only take a sneak peek. They were all ashamed of themselves and were confused by its otherworldly beauty. Afraid of blaspheming her.
Xiao Yuesheng had a bad hobby, that is, he especially liked teasing women who were as cold as ice. But it was not that he had any evil intentions, he just simply liked to talk to such women, such as Xiao Longnu, and Zhang Qingyun. Even Li Mochou at the time also So true.
See Yang Mengzhen.
He couldn't help but ask a few questions, and after admiring her beauty a few more times, he was naturally regarded as a deceiver and a wanderer by her. Even if he knew that his master's eyes were higher than his head, ordinary people would still disdain him. Reasonable, this unknown Master Xiao was able to become good friends with his master at such a young age.
He must be an extraordinary person. It was also difficult to resist the bad impression of Xiao Yuesheng.
"Haha I'm afraid I'm disdainful." Yang Zhenren put down the white porcelain tea cup.
He stood up slowly, put one hand behind his back, and stroked his clear beard with the other. He stood facing the breeze, looked at the lake in the distance, and said slowly and thoughtfully: "For him, there are only a few martial arts in the world that can penetrate his eyes. "
Yang Mengzhen was disapproving of his master's high regard for Xiao Yuesheng, and snorted: "Master, it's really boring for you to insist on your disciples coming with you. If I had known this, why not spend your time on training! This is his Which lady is this?"
She hates daily trivial matters, especially social activities. She feels that it is a pure waste of time.
"Well,haha, it's the seventh place" Yang Zhenren laughed loudly, as if he was having fun, which made Yang Mengzhen puzzled. His eyes were like water, and he looked at the master blankly.
"Help, help" Suddenly, a faint cry for help came from a woman, hoarse, full of despair and pleading, which was heartbreaking to hear.
Both the master and the disciple have profound skills. They turned their heads at the same time and looked in the same direction.
In the direction they were looking, there was a stone arch bridge, where four people could walk side by side. There were many pedestrians on the bridge, and the lake under the bridge was green and quite beautiful.
It's just that the green lake is extremely deep. At this time, not far under the bridge, there is a person who is floating and sinking. He is splashing in the lake water quickly, screaming for help intermittently. It is obvious that this person is not Can swim.
Although the sun is shining brightly at this time, the light shone on him lazily and he didn't want to move, but the lake water was still bone-chilling cold. If he fell in, even a person who was proficient in water properties would probably not be able to withstand the invasion of the cold air. Over time, it would definitely be a disaster.
The cries for help soon weakened, and the flapping sounds became weaker and weaker. Under such a cold air, a weak woman soon lost her strength and warmth.
"Put-pop-pop-pop" sounds of falling into the water were heard one after another, but several people jumped from the bridge, all trying to save the woman who fell into the water.
If Xiao Yuesheng were born here, I'm afraid he would be very emotional.
If this happened in modern society, if someone could jump out of the crowd and go into the water to rescue, it would be God's blessing. It is extremely rare. People might sympathize with it, and they would also be anxious, even if they let themselves jump into such a cold lake. If you go to save others, you may risk your own life. This is something you will never do.
Although the place where the woman fell into the water was not far from the bridge, it was seen from the bridge, and the distance was very far when she jumped into the bone-chilling water.
Several people who jumped into the lake were many from the martial arts world. They had internal strength to protect their bodies, so they could hold on for a while. However, as they swam, the woman could no longer move, let alone scream. Slowly, sank.
The ripples of water rippled, getting farther and farther away, and as a few tiny bubbles surfaced, she became completely silent.
At this time, there were exclamations and buzzing sounds on the bridge. People all stared at the graceful woman walking on the lake with wide eyes and frightened eyes.
Yang Mengzhen stepped on the lake, facing the breeze, as if he were walking on the flat ground, his speed was extremely fast, his figure was like floating catkins, and he was dressed in a Taoist robe that was very pure and clean, moving like neon clothes, with white socks and cloth boots under his feet, only the toes of the boots were quilted. The lake water soaked it, and the rest of it did not come into contact with the lake water.
In the blink of an eye, she had passed under the bridge, passed the people who were struggling to swim, and came to the woman's original position.
Suddenly, a large practice was flying in the wide sleeve.
This was a gift from Xiao Yuesheng, but Yang Mengzhen didn't know it. He just thought it was a birthday gift from his master.
This long piece of cloth can be soft or hard. It is invulnerable to swords and water and fire. It is extremely precious. However, she did not know that her master came and transferred what Xiao Yuesheng had given to his disciples. Moreover, Xiao Yuesheng did not I want her to know, so she still doesn't know.
As she kept running on the ground, the shining Su Lian was like a dragon, suddenly diving into the green lake water. Then she threw another snow-white Su Lian hand, and a small wooden board suddenly appeared in front of her.
With a heavy step on the wooden board, which was only the size of two palms, there was a "crash" sound, and Su Lian recovered it with a bright light. When the other end left the lake, a person was wrapped around it, which was the woman who fell into the water.
At a glance, one could see that the face of the woman who fell into the water was green and white, her eyes were closed, and she did not know whether she was alive or dead. The snow-white sulian just wrapped around her legs and lifted her out of the lake upside down.
As her white socks and cloth boots stepped hard on the wooden board, her body turned in the opposite direction. Although there was a person wrapped around her hand, she turned back in the direction lightly and gracefully, like a clever swallow passing by. Then he walked back on the waves, his speed a little faster.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Her figure suddenly shot up high, flying diagonally towards the stone arch bridge, causing everyone on the bridge to let out louder screams, and there was a person wrapped in her hand, as if it had no impact at all.
Su Lian suddenly retracted at this time, rolled up the woman who was holding him upside down and rushed towards Yang Mengzhen who was flying into the air. In an instant, he was in front of her, stretched out his jade palm, and gently patted the water droplets that flew in front of his eyes. Stopped woman's back.
The green-white woman with dripping water all over her body received this palm, and suddenly floated leisurely to the crowd on the stone arch bridge, like a red and yellow leaf swept by the autumn wind, slowly falling to the ground.
Yang Mengzhen, who was dressed in Taoist robes, used the power of this palm to change his body shape again and flew above the crowd on the bridge. Ignoring the excited screams of the people, he stepped on the waves and fell into the painting in the distance.
The screams of "Fairy" and "Fairy" echoed one after another in the crowd. The young woman who fell into the water landed lightly and stood, as if she had been picked up and dropped. When she fell, she opened her eyes and woke up. Come over.
Some enthusiastic people hurriedly took off their clothes and wrapped her up. Otherwise, her warm body would be enough to make the old and frail woman seriously ill and take half of her life.
It¡¯s just that her whole body was warm at this moment, without any chill from the water. It was the internal force input from Yang Mengzhen¡¯s palm that had the effect.
The old woman in the crowd was struggling to look in the direction in which her benefactor was leaving. She watched the painting in the distance gradually speed up and disappear from sight in the blink of an eye.My heart is still filled with confusion. Everything just happened so fast, like a dream - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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