Chapter 225 The Flying Knife of Autumn Wind 12

Mr. Mingyue waited until the butterfly dance wiped his rouge for him, and then looked back at the dark night. He had already lowered his head and became embarrassed. Mr. Mingyue smiled and said, "Sister Xiang, it's time. Don't you still take me around after dinner?"

The dark night left fragrance with beautiful eyes and said lightly, "You'd better go back and practice your Xuanmen mind method. Haven't you dyed enough rouge?"

Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, I can't ask for it."

Lan Diewu smiled and said, "Brother has only learned the Xuanmen Mind Method now. That is the mind method that I must learn when I teach beginners. After practicing, I can I spit out true qi, practice internal skills and improve my internal strength."

Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't it! In Lihua Valley, he asked Tianya to teach me several times, but he refused. Now he saw that his brother Chisong's ancestor had taught crazy knives, and the old man had no choice, so he was willing to teach me.

Caihuan'er also smiled and said, "Brother, don't be angry. I think he has his own difficulties. Maybe he doesn't want you to learn martial arts and Taoism. In the three religious disputes and the world is turbulence, no martial arts may be a good thing. At least people don't know martial arts and you are too lazy to kill. I think Tianya must mean that."

Mr. Mingyue sighed, "People in the world can't help it. Of course, the higher the martial arts, the better."

Dark night Liuxiang finally spoke at this time and stared at him and said, "Who said that? The master is always lonely. You have also seen Wan Yiwu. He is a hero of his generation, and his martial arts skills are the best. I don't see what's good about him.

Mr. Mingyue smiled and said, "At least people can do whatever they want, and those who follow me will prosper and those who oppose me will die, hey hey."

Cai Huaner smiled and said, "It's not true. He is invincible. Is he really happy? Isn't it better for us to be carefree and worry-free?"

Liuxiang also smiled and said, "Caihuan'er is right. Your brother envies Wan Yan's nameless, because the unknown owner Wan Yan has a large number of stars holding the moon, and there are many beautiful women surrounded by you men, okay?"

Mr. Mingyue smiled and said, "I have also laughed proudly at the world. I have not pursued a little fame and small profits for a long time. My pursuit now is to have a full meal, and then go to see the scroll of Xuanmen's heart method, and then I can deal with the old Tianya, the owner of pear blossom valley tomorrow."

Mr. Mingyue really did what he said. After dinner, Xiangmei was embarrassed to keep herself and dye herself with rouge. She went back to continue to practice the Xuanmen heart method and saw it with the mad knife in the middle of the night. This was to remember a picture, and even when she dreamed, it was the acupuncture points, meridians, and the direction of luck.

Early the next morning, Mr. Mingyue took the scroll to consult the old man Tianya. From then on, Mr. Mingyue finally had something to do. He practiced the authentic internal skills of Xuanmen of Taoism all day long. Compared with the crazy knife, he was very idle.

Leisure is temporary, because the mad knife is always thinking about when the sunset and dusk, waiting for the sunset. Only then can the mad knife step on the white horse, lead the horse south to the edge of the good stream, and see his beloved red sleeves.

At the foot of Lingquan Mountain, it is as red as drunk.

As agreed yesterday, the mad knife came to the foot of Lingquan Mountain early before sunset, tied the horse in the woods as usual, walked through the forest to the edge of the good stream, looking forward to see the familiar and graceful figure.

The mad knife was about to open the dense branches and leaves, and indeed saw a familiar figure. It was Murong Hongxiu who was facing him. But the crazy knife was shocked and took a step back and stared at the vast ancient road through the leaves.

On the edge of the good stream outside, in addition to the red sleeves, there are two figures.

The two figures, drawn with swords and standing face to face, were surprised by the reason why the crazy knife was that they knew each other. One was Puji, the supervisor of Lingshan Temple. That night, he had been familiar with his fat figure like Maitreya Buddha that night, and the other person surprised the crazy knife, which was Wuzhen Juxian. After the building, the autumn wind 12th battle with the crazy knife!

Qiu Feng Twelve is not dead, just a fraudulent death. Kuang Dao heard Hongxiu yesterday. He was not surprised to see him. What is surprising is that Qiu Feng Twelve has changed in more than a month, and he is no longer the conceited and arrogant disciple like all the dung bets in the world.

Today, the autumn wind twelve standing on the ancient road, whether from the temperament, murderous, from the side to look at the clear outline, slightly vicissitudes of the face, and the tough eyes are all not available in the past, which is worthy of surprise.

Obviously, there must be some misunderstanding between Qiufeng Twelve and Jiansi Puyuan, otherwise the two would not stand on the ancient road with swords and be murderous.

Kuang Dao could only look at it quietly. He could even feel that Hongxiu had known that he was coming, because he saw a glimpse of Hongxiu and indeed glanced at his hiding place.

Kuang Dao wants to see what's going on. The decisive battle between the two seems to have something to do with Hongxiu.

Sure enough, Hongxiu spoke first and said with a smile, "You two are so kind, how can you do it?"

Qiu Fengshi snorted coldly and said faintly, "I can't get used to the big monk's eyes, and I often glance at other beautiful women."

Puyuan, who supervised the temple, also competed with each other, and did not give up in his words. He said coldly, "Everyone has a love for beauty. Do you care about the poor monks? Poor monks can see whoever they like.

Qiu Feng 12 shouted, "She is my woman! Your monk should not have read it.

Puyuan sneered and said, "I don't care who she is. Even if she is your woman, I can't stop others from looking at you more. Hey hey, red-sleeved donor, the little monk looks at you a few times, does it violate the rules and regulations?"

Hongxiu smiled and said, "That's not enough, Twelve Lang, don't you listen to me? Why do you have the same experience as a great monk? Now I am a descendant of Buddhism. Puyuan Zen master can also be said to be my brother. Looking at the thin face of the little woman, can't you stop talking? Go back early."

Autumn Wind Twelve snorted coldly, "No! Just look at it. The most hateful thing is that Puyuan ordered several apprentices to be sedan chairs and carry you up the mountain. What is this? I want to come to Puyuan Zen master to bully me that there is no capable person in Confucianism, and intentionally or unintentionally flirt with the women I teach, what kind of style!"

Hongxiu smiled and said, "What is this? I'm willing to be angry. You don't have to be angry."

Puyuan also laughed and said, "That's right! It is rare for a red-sleeved monk to join my Buddhism, and naturally he has a better relationship with my Buddhist disciples. Autumn Wind Twelve, aren't you a little sheer in Wuzhen? How capable can you be? How dare you shout that the beautiful red sleeve is your woman? Hey hey, I don't think you deserve it.

Kang Dao heard this, and the red sleeve smiled secretly than persuaded him to fight, but rather fanned the flames.

Autumn Wind Twelve was really angry and said coldly, "Okay! Since the great monk is so contemptuous, let's see the true chapter under us.

Puyuan also smiled coldly: "Huh! The big monk will accompany you twice." But I can't help thinking about making more showy in front of Hongxiu to fight the beautiful woman's smile.

Hongxiu sighed, "It seems that I'm a light-spokens. You can fight. It's none of my business to die or who lives. I'll ignore you."

As soon as the voice of Hongxiu's words fell, Puyuan of Jiansi took the lead and took the lead in showing off. A simple knife dance sounded, and the turbulent wind was blowing, and the knife was full of light.

The Kuangdao looked at it from afar and just nodded slightly. The Buddhist magic knife method is good, but it's a pity that its strength is poor.

What Kuangdao wants to see most at this time is that since he entered Lanxi Mochou Valley, the autumn wind under the door, what is the benefit of martial arts? As Hongxiu said, has the flying knife also been practiced? The crazy knife thinks left and right. The more you think about it, the more impossible it is. The flying knife that wants to come to the soul can be called the best in the world. Autumn Wind Twelve has only taken more than a month. How can it become the first knife in the world? It's ridiculous.

At the beginning, the magic knife method of Jiansi Puyuan was tightly pressed and opened and closed. Qiu Feng 12 was just a blind dodge and did not fight back. Even Hongxiu couldn't help but pinch a sweat for him, because Hongxiu also knew Qiu Feng 12's two skills. Originally, swordsmanship was still stronger, but now he does not carry a sword or sword. Now even The consecutive defeat is even more worrying.

The more the temple Puyuan knife moves, the smoother it is. The more it is, the more it is to show off. It is really infused and shouts fiercely: "The Maha is infinite!"

Suddenly, an infinite magic seal of golden light flashed in the knife light and directly hit the autumn wind twelve. Although in the eyes of the mad knife, this move is not strong enough, it is still the real magic knife method of Buddhism. This move is also the essence of the infinite. One move is still very wonderful.

Seeing that Qiu Feng Twelve was hit, Hongxiu exclaimed. Seeing that Qiu Feng Twelve was going to suffer, she hurriedly said, "Take mercy under the knife!"

At this moment, I suddenly saw that the twelve figures of the autumn wind passed by like ghosts, and then they made a blow, and the glory flashed, as if the world had suddenly faded.

Hongxiu hasn't seen it clearly, but the crazy knife hidden in the forest looked carefully and secretly shouted, "What a fast flying knife!"

Three inches and seven cents long, four or two or eight cents, it is also a mortal iron in the world. Why is it so charming?

After the flash, there was no sound of the knife wind breaking through the air, and it passed silently, followed by a tinkling sound. The simple knife of Puyuan fell to the ground, and then the earth was silent.

Pu Yuan put his hands together and muttered, "Thank you Qiu Feng for your mercy! Amitabha, flying knife, see the flying knife again!" After saying that, he left without looking back.

The autumn wind stood with his hands on his side and smiled proudly, as if everything was so natural and natural.

Red sleeves stared at the simple knife broken in half. They couldn't even believe that Qiu Fengshi had taken action just now. They didn't see the flying knife or hear the sound of breaking through the air. They only saw a flash of light, and then they were in the sky and the ground. Suddenly, it was gloomy. Even the common fate of the temple, who was used to being arrogant, was willing to gamble and lose and quietly leave.

Red-sleeved phoenix eyes flowed, staring at the autumn wind twelve with extremely worshipful eyes, and smiled, "When did you become so powerful?"