Chapter 25 The Moon Fall

Rice wine and fragrant porridge are arranged at the side of the venue, so that people can pick them up at any time. The masters rarely gathered together and picked up the wine jar one after another and gathered together to talk about the past. The new disciples also dispersed and played their own games. For a while, they sat in groups and sat in front of the bonfire.

The sunset is over, and the moon is on the branches. The bonfire became more and more vigorous, and "Hulala" was half a foot high, as if it was going to burn the mountains and burn the sky, making the field like day. Everyone gradually became happy, and some of them were in groups, holding wine jars and gambling. Some circled and punched. There are also three or three taels, with flying eyebrows and pointing fingers and feet.

Now, Xiaoxuan no longer avoids it and takes the initiative to carry two jars of wine to find Rong Hui. The firelight was on the side, which made her face like morning glow and delicate. Rong Hui took over the wine jar and took a big sip first. The rice wine entered the stomach, and the heat surged up and burned directly into my heart. He took a long breath and laughed.

Xiaoxuan didn't say anything. She picked up the wine jar and drank three times in a row. Rong Hui drank again with a smile. The two people drank staggered and looked at each other speechlessly, stunned by others, thinking that they were drinking.

The wine has not bottomed out, and some people have shouted in the field: "Sister Chu, Sister Chu!" The voice is thick and full of breath, but with three points of drunkenness, it is Lu Xiaocheng. He held a sword in his left and was in high spirits. He stood before the fire and looked at the crowd. Seeing that there was no one making noise around, he raised his breath and shouted, "Sister Chu, I am not happy here. I would like to talk about the sword with my sister. Please teach me one or two!" As he said, he looked around and didn't seem to know where Xiaoxuan was. As soon as everyone heard this, the leader of good deeds immediately shouted "good" and shouted with it.

Rong Hui's heart was stunned and he shouted in a low voice: "Here it comes!"

Xiaoxuan frowned, took a deep breath, calmed down, and sighed softly: "What a 'Xiangzhuang Dance Sword'!" Put down the wine jar, grab the sword around you, jump up and sweep out. A shadow flashed, and the man had fallen beside the fire. Someone followed and coaxed: "What a light skill!" Good body method!" He is worthy of being a disciple of the head!" ......

Xiaoxuan frowned and smiled: "Who should be so bold? Sure enough, I am the senior apprentice of Elder Zhao. Could it be that all the brothers took the little sister as a lottery? Brother Lu lost gambling and came to play with the little sister with his superior skills!" This word is light and goes straight into the heart and lungs.

Everyone's heart was stunned: "What a profound skill!" He quickly took a deep breath, held his breath, and fought against each other. Several people behind Lu Xiaocheng knew that the matter was getting bigger and lowered their heads one after another. For a moment, there was no sound, only the firewood burst, and the "clap" was crisp.

Xiaoxuan didn't wait for a reply and said, "Since my brother looks up to my little sister, if my little sister refuses again, I don't know how to praise her. It's better to obey than to obey, so I have to ask my brother for advice. As soon as the voice fell, his left hand shook the scabbard.

"Sw-", the long sword comes out of its sheath. Three feet of cold light burst into the wind and hit Lu Xiaocheng's chest. The hilt is in the front and the blade is in the back, aiming to shock the enemy and make people retreat in difficulty. It is the starting style of Lianshan swordsmanship, giving people a handle.

If you pass the moves of the same generation, you will never be taught with the hilt of the sword. Unexpectedly, everyone was shocked and retreated one after another. The fire has been surrounded by the breath, and an open space has been circled. Rong Hui picked up the two wine jars and squeezed into the front row while everyone retreated. He saw that the hilt of the sword had hit Lu Xiaocheng's chest.

Since Lu Xiaocheng presided over the affairs, he has been constrained everywhere. Tracing back to the source, how can you not know who the master is? At that moment, he took a deep breath, stood still, reached out to grab it, and was about to get this evil breath. As soon as he held the hilt of the sword, he felt a huge force crashing into him. So he summoned his inner strength and fought hard to fight against each other. The real anger was everywhere, and it immediately prevailed.

Xiaoxuan said in a low voice: "Let it be!" He rushed out, then followed, clamped the sword with two fingers in his right hand, and bounced it. The sword finger hit each other with a soft sound. The blade buzzed, the sharpness swept back, and stabbed Lu Xiaocheng's side neck like a poisonous snake.

This move is both tricky and ingenious. Lu Xiaocheng was shocked to see the sword pointed at him. If you try hard to grab the sword again, it is no different from killing yourself. If you let go, you will be injured by the two people's joint reaction, which is really a dilemma.

"If I get hurt, you can't think about it!" Although he was not shocked, he raised his sword with his left hand to seal the key point. My right hand vomited vigorously. It is bound to break the long sword with the joint efforts of the two. For a moment, the blade trembled and buzzed, which made everyone tremble and dizzy. If the blade is broken, the blade of the sword is bound to stab Lu Xiaocheng, and the broken sword will penetrate Xiaoxuan, which is really hurt by both sides.

Xiaoxuan saw clearly and couldn't help sighing: "If he is injured, he can still be cured. If he is injured, there is only one way to die. It seems that you have to kill me..." At this moment, I just felt a strong force coming.

She walked all over her body and took the opportunity to fly back. Lu Xiaocheng didn't have time to close, and the long sword suddenly flew out. The sharpness flashed in front of Xiaoxuan. The sword is fast and slow. If this sword is stabbed, how can she live?

Everyone was shocked and stunned. They saw Xiaoxuan's right hand suddenly come out, with two fingers pointed like knives, one by one on the front of the sword, and then raised his hand to draw a semicircle and sent it forward. The sword front was pulled by the finger force, circled half a circle, and returned to the front sharply. It was a move in the "cloud finger", and the fairy pointed the way.

Attack and defense are easy, just like lightning. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but their mood went up and down, and they sweated profusely. Seeing the flying thorn of the long sword, he pointed straight at Lu Xiaocheng and couldn't help sighing: "How many people can hold such strength with one finger?" The situation turned sharply, like a soul-restricted hook, which was locked out of breath.

Xiaoxuan stopped and stood and slapped his left hand. The strong wind roared straight to the hilt of the sword. She jumped forward and slapped her right hand again. The palm of the front palm has not subsided, and the palm of the back palm has arrived again. The strength of the palms is superimposed, wrapped in a three-foot green front, and pressed straight to Lu Xiaocheng.

The fire was forced by the strong wind, and "Hula" rushed up. Everyone was frightened: "This is still teaching each other. It's obviously a life-and-death struggle." Unconsciously, I took two more steps back.

Xiaoxuan came first, and her right hand took the opportunity to hold the sword. Although Lu Xiaocheng did not know the depth of Xiaoxuan's skills, he saw that this sword was not small and did not dare to underestimate it. He took a deep breath and pushed out with his palms. The palm is rolling, and it is bound to compete with Xiaoxuan.

The collision of strength and the "rumbling" shocked the younger disciples, and the brothers of the same generation also looked big. Xiaoxuan's sword and flying thorns are like broken bamboo.

"The martial arts in the Ming and Qing Dynasties are mediocre. She is less than 20. How can she be so powerful?" Lu Xiaocheng turned pale in fear. Although he didn't believe it, his palms only held on for a moment and were already overwhelmed. With a cold hum, he condensed his heart to the root of the mountain, leaned back, and raised his arms one point, venting two strands of strength into the sky.

Lu Xiaocheng breathed a sigh of relief and saw that Xiaoxuan's sword had not been collected, and the sword front had arrived in front of him. He concentrated his left foot, kicked his right foot, and took the spine of Xiaoxuan's sword. Xiaoxuan raised her right hand gently and pointed to the edge of the sword. The left foot rushed out, and the tip of the foot was a little on Lu Xiaocheng's right foot, and then jumped up and up.

Lu Xiaocheng's palms are pushed out, and his inner strength is weak. At this time, he was trampled by Xiaoxuan and immediately fell to the ground unsteadily. He looked up to the sky, and saw Xiaoxuan hanging upside down in the air, pushing his left palm out, and one palm wrapped two strands of force and pressing down righteously.

The strong wind hit his face, which made Lu Xiaocheng's breath stagnant. A flash of light flashed in his mind: "If it hadn't been for the use of qi, the true qi of his whole body would circulate from time to time. She is not the only one who can hold these two spirits with one palm. Has her internal skills reached the 'connate realm'? Why has no one ever mentioned it? The more I think about it, the more afraid I am, and my heart can't calm down anymore.

After all, he is a veteran of the world, with his feet back. The body is like a strong bow and a hard crossbow, sliding out close to the ground. Although I avoided the front, I still felt the strong wind, as if I had been stabbed by a sharp needle and scratched the bone. Seeing that the firelight was getting dark, his throat was sweet, and he was unconscious.

Xiaoxuan fell in the wind, and the green bricks were forced by the real force, shattered inch by inch, and flew around. The flame was forced by the strong wind and rushed to one side. The fire splashed and sparks burst, forcing everyone to retreat. Everyone was shocked. Some of them rushed with their heads in their arms, and some waved their palms to block. "Oh" became a mess.

Xiaoxuan's clothes flew and landed with a sword. Looking back, I saw Lu Xiaocheng lying on the ground, with a slight movement in his chest and a breath. He couldn't help sighing and returning his sword to the sheath. It was still light.

Drunk sword fighting, even if there are deaths and injuries, it is also an unintentional loss. Elder Zhao watched coldly. In the early period, he was bound to win, but Lu Xiaocheng was the one who lost. This shock was naturally not small. The other elders also sank their faces and looked at him one after another. They saw that he trembled with anger and suddenly roared and rushed out. Six elders rose up and followed.

Everyone panicked and saw the figure shaking in the firelight. Elder Zhao had squatted in front of Lu Xiaocheng. He held his breath and hit his wrist. Seeing more breath, less recently, the pulse is restless, and gradually weakening, I can't help sighing.

He took action like the wind, and even Lu Xiaocheng was appointed to the acupuncture points. He gathered his energy again, and his right index finger pointed on his "seed hole", and a breath pulled straight to "**" and gave him a "bloodline". He gathered a point on his "**" and pulled this breath to the "gujiao point" in front of his forehead, and then through the "qi vein". Only when qi and blood flowed can he save his life.

However, if the master of the family can heal the injury, others can only help and can't do it for them. Otherwise, if other people's true qi stays in their bodies, they will inevitably qi with each other over time. If it is light, you have to take care of the year and force it out of the body. If it is serious, it will fall to the root of the disease, and you will not be able to make progress in your life. If it hadn't been for the death of life, it would have been this far.

The other elders saw and sighed that Lu Xiaocheng was seriously injured, and all admired Elder Zhao's profound skills. One of them greeted: "Brother Zhao, your nephew's injury is not a problem!"

Elder Zhao took a deep breath, looked down at Xiao Xuan and said, "My life has been saved, and this martial arts is useless." It's not salty or light, which makes people's hearts feel refreshed.

Xiaoxuan looked on coldly and saw Elder Zhao looking at himself. He couldn't help sneering: "Are you going to stand up for him?"

"Good, good!" Elder Zhao stood up and laughed: "What a smart hand. I'm sorry for my poor eyes. I didn't see it clearly just now. Please try again!" With that, he raised his left hand, bent his palm slightly and closed vigorously. Lu Xiaocheng's sword jumped out of thin air and was held by him.

Lu Xiaocheng was seriously injured first, and everyone in the field was visible. Since Elder Zhao took action with his apprentice's sword, according to the rules of the world, he was not a big bully.

"Brother Zhao is angry! Brother Zhao calmed his anger!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Elder Ma trotted up from behind and held Elder Zhao while helping Xiaoxuan round up: "Mr. Chu's nephew just failed for a while. Now the younger brother of the Ming and Qing Dynasties is still sick in bed. If you don't look at the monk's face, you have to look at the Buddha's face. Brother Zhao is now the head of the sect, and he is comforted in the door. How can he be angry!"

Xiaoxuan didn't think so, and thanked him: "Master Ma, please take care of it. Since Uncle Zhao wants to see his nephew to dance the sword, why doesn't it matter if his nephew dance for a while?"

Elder Ma was shocked and looked at Xiaoxuan for a moment, so he had to shake his head and retreat. The elders retreated to a corner and waited for the two to start. Rong Hui mentioned the wine jar and said proudly in his heart, "How can I retreat now? At worst, I will fight with these old men!" After taking a sip of wine, he sat down cross-legged.

This strange change was sudden, and the disciples couldn't help muttering. Young people are shallow, and they only say that Xiaoxuan shouts to the teachers' elders, which is really beyond their ability. The stewowners knew that although Xiaoxuan's move just used was ordinary, his skills were profound and he was by no means under Elder Zhao. The elders were even more upset, but they didn't believe that Xiaoxuan could be several feet apart, and Lu Xiaocheng was hurt by his strength alone.

Xiaoxuan pulled his sword out of its sheath, threw it out of its sheath, and happened to be picked up by Rong Hui. Elder Zhao held the scabbard in his left hand and followed the situation. Seeing that it was the boy who wrote the prescription for the Ming and Qing Dynasties, he snorted coldly and vomited vigorously in his hand.

The long sword was forced by the strength, and the golden iron roared, and flew straight out of its sheath with a choking sound. He jumped up, took the sword in the air, took advantage of a somersault, stabbed out the sword, and swept straight to Xiaoxuan. The skills are profound and the body is fast. The sword comes out like electricity, fast and accurate. The clothes are flying and threatening. It's like watching flowers in the wind and walking leisurely, which is the demeanor of a famous family. Everyone was fascinated by such demeanor and couldn't wait to open their mouths to cheer.

Elder Zhao didn't pay attention to Xiaoxuan and hobbed upright. Suddenly, he felt a momentum on her body, and the blood in her body was attracted by her momentum, and she couldn't roll over herself. His heart was tinged, as if he had entered another inch, which was hell. His face turned white, took a strong breath, turned sideways in the air, fell far away, and staggered under his feet.

Xiaoxuan waited for this moment, and he stabbed out with a sword. What Jianfeng pointed to was the throat of Elder Zhao. Elder Zhao has been wandering around the world for decades and has never felt so close to death and instinctively turned his head. The sword blade swept past his neck and cut off a wisp of his hair. He staggered two more steps and escaped.

Xiaoxuan chased after him, and the three-foot green peak was like a poisonous snake, biting Elder Zhao, "brushing and brushing...", and more than ten swords were stabbed out one after another. Elder Zhao has experienced hundreds of battles and is known to have great disparities in strength. Seeing her so hot, he was terraffled. He only relied on light walking to avoid, and sometimes came out his sword to fight.

Xiaoxuan's more than 30 swords pierced him, and Elder Zhao's left and right branches could only avoid it. Seeing that his body was much slower than before, the elders couldn't help but whispering.

Xiaoxuan stabbed more than 70 swords, and Elder Zhao could only dodge around the fire. He cried incessantly and dared not fight at all.

After Xiaoxuan's 100-hand sword, Elder Zhao's velvet jacket has turned into a cluster of cloth strips, and the sound of cracking silk rises and falls one after another, hissing and pleasing to the ear. When the disciples saw that a generation of famous people had become a "hairy chicken" in a blink of an eye, they were stunned and stunned. Elder Zhao was so ashamed that he was angry that he had triped to this pool of muddy water.

After Xiaoxuan's more than 130 swords, Elder Zhao was as anxious as a homeless dog, hurried like a fish leaking through the net, fleeing east and west without any rules.

After Xiaoxuan's more than 150 swords, Elder Zhao was already embarrassed. He saw an opportunity and rushed to the elders as if he were flying.

When Xiaoxuan saw that he fled, he danced a sword flower casually, stood still with his sword, and frowned and sneered: "I have been given by Uncle Zhao, but I don't know that this way of swordsmanship can still be seen by my master!" Although it is modest, the meaning of sarcasm is beyond words.

Elder Zhao stood in the crowd and gasped: "Brothers, see it clearly! This is the unique skill of the first leader 'Cangmu Zhenren', why don't you take her down!"

"Cangmu Zhenren" is the senior master of Xiaoxuan, who became famous 20 years ago. The disciples only know that the mountain gate is built by him now, and they dare not ask anything else. Elder Ma was shocked and quickly comforted: "If I take action against her, how can I explain it to the younger brother of the Ming and Qing Dynasties?"

As soon as the words fell, someone has responded: "If the head brother knows that this woman kills his brother, he will also destroy his relatives."

Elder Zhao heard someone agree and raised his call: "Okay! "Six and formations" and take down this woman!"

Rong Huining knew that Xiaoxuan's internal skill passed on to herself was the unique skill of "Cangmu Zhenren". Naturally, it was no longer a "jade female skill", and she couldn't help laughing. However, he saw Xiaoxuan's brilliance and smiled instead: "If you want to add a crime, there is no excuse. Just do it."

Elder Zhao has experienced many battles. Where can he eat this set? He raised his anger and scolded angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, go together and take her down!" With that, he jumped up.

Another six people pulled their swords out of their sheath, held each other's elbows in turn, and formed a circle. Elder Zhao fell down and stepped on their arms. Six and formations suddenly formed.

Elder Ma shook his head repeatedly and led the other five people to retreat. The disciples were stunned and stood still at a loss. The public knew that they were here to "witness" and thought they were "one-sided" and had to say a few scenes for themselves. Now it is evenly matched, and it is a master's move, and it is simply to watch with cold eyes.