I'm in Wudang god catcher

Chapter 12 The wine cup is flying fast, Guanhe is left in the cold
The gunfire rang out.

The solitary question gun trembled in Shen Lian's hands, like a flute, a harp, resentment like admiration, weeping like complaints, the first break of the shower, the coldness of Qingqiu, the most painful parting.

The gun light is like clouds and fog, ethereal and uncertain, more continuous than the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, more miserable than the autumn wind and autumn rain, no matter how the enemy dodges, the gun light always follows.

The most frightening thing is that the sound of the gunfire is consistent with Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, and it is like the Sanskrit sound calling for life, which can unknowingly lead people into a boundless illusion.

The old man was born noble, his family has a long history, he is proficient in a hundred schools of martial arts, he is especially good at marksmanship, but he has never seen such a pathetic, weird move like a foolish man complaining against a woman.

How could you, a tall, ruthless, ruthless man like you, use this kind of marksmanship?

Although he was shocked in his heart, he shot without delay.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang" was crispy, and the two long guns had been confronted dozens of times. The light sounds were crispy, such as the sloppy flower of the Yingying language, like the big beads and the small beads falling into the jade plate.

Suddenly, the silver bottle bursts into water, the cavalry protrudes and the swords and guns roar, and the lingering and sad marksmanship suddenly becomes like the Great Wall, igniting the beacon smoke.

Graceful Qianqi.

The wine glass is in a hurry.

The new sound in the piano is heard in the wind.

A drunken ink crow roosts on the wall at the end of the pen.

The tip of the gun slashed across the cold light, and the sound of the gunfire was like a copper lute and an iron drum, playing repeated dragons and tigers.

When a master fights against the enemy, he concentrates all his attention on the enemy, and devotes all his senses wholeheartedly. Often, he can judge the enemy's track only from the sound of the weapon piercing the air without looking at it.

The richer the combat experience, the stronger the control over the senses. If you encounter interference, you can close the corresponding senses and use the rest of the senses to judge the position.

The most common thing is to listen to the sound to identify the position. The top masters can even close their eyes and ears, and rely on their mysterious and mysterious spiritual sense to grasp the changes of spirit, energy and spirit.

The old man has practiced martial arts hard since he was a child, and he has never stopped in cold and heat. He is ambitious, has experienced many battles, and has incomparably rich experience.

Logically speaking, the sound of Shen Lian's gunfire would hardly interfere with him, at worst, his ears would be closed.

But he just couldn't do it.

Shen Lian's marksmanship neither interferes with vision nor hearing, but directly shocks the enemy's mind.

Just like the famous Zen "Discussion of the Wind and Flags", neither the wind nor the flags move, the heart of the benevolent is moving.

After only two moves in the battle, the old man involuntarily fell into Shen Lian's rhythm, and the obsession hidden deep in his heart filled his mind unconsciously.

He saw the galloping of thousands of troops, the bloody battle, the humiliating defeat, the comeback, and the destruction after glory.

In the last second, the flowers cover the willows, the phoenix building and the dragon pavilion, in front of my eyes are the three-autumn osmanthus and the ten-mile lotus.

"laugh!"

Gu Wen's spear was swung in the air, and the spear in the old man's hand was opened by a blow. The tiger's mouth was shattered and blood flowed across it. There were also wounds on his chest, with blood flowing down.

"Good marksmanship, good marksmanship, good marksmanship!"

Although the old man was hurt, he kept praising him without any fear and was still full of confidence.

The injuries on his body were only flesh wounds, and the slight pain was just enough to get him out of the illusion. He grabbed his right hand and the spear spun back, stabbing Shen Lian's lower abdomen.

"Shen Lian, I admit that I underestimated you just now, you are entitled to know my name now, my name

——Yan Longyuan! "

……

Ling Tuisi hurried to Tianning Temple.

Very early on, Ling Tuisi thought that he was absolutely extraordinary, and that he would definitely achieve great achievements.

Even though his father was killed and the gang was almost wiped out, Ling Tuisi was not depressed at all. He felt that this was a training given by God, which proved that he would definitely have great achievements.

When Heaven is about to entrust a man with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind and will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and mess up his actions. Therefore, tempting his heart and forbearance will benefit him beyond what he can do.

After studying hard in Han Chuang and passing the Jinshi exam, can we say that Ling Tuisi didn't work hard enough?

After waiting in Jinling for so many years and giving up all the opportunities for promotion, can one say that Ling Tuisi cannot hold back his thoughts?
Using his own daughter as a bargaining chip and throwing it directly into the coffin, can it be said that Ling Tuisi is not vicious enough?

A person who combines hard work, forbearance, and ruthlessness can still create a career even if his luck is not so good or his martial arts is not that strong.

Now is the time for Ling Tuisi to harvest.

Although he gave up his official position and his daughter, as long as he can get the treasure, everything can be earned back.

official position?

In order to develop the Longsha Gang and under the orders of the Qinglong Society, he has done many prohibited things over the years. As long as the court investigates thoroughly, he will not be able to escape a beheading.

daughter?

Ling Tuisi had already had enough of this disobedient "rebellious girl". If Ling Shuanghua hadn't been able to contain Ding Dian, Ling Tuisi would have dealt with her long ago!
Blue Dragon Club?
All the clues about the Azure Dragon Society have been exposed to Jin Yiwei and the Six Gates. The Azure Dragon Society should first think about how to face the next encirclement by the imperial court!
Everyone is a pawn!

Everyone is an outcast!

The Blood Sword Ancestor, the Qinglong Society, Lu Jianxing, and Shen Lian are all my pawns.

Ling Tuisi's face was filled with ice. He couldn't wait to go on a killing spree, seize the treasure, and let out all the grievances he had suffered for so many years.

"Treasure, my treasure..."

Ling Tuisi's heart became colder and colder, but his blood seemed to boil. His solemn face turned red, his hands trembled slightly, and he even had a slight urge to urinate.

He couldn't contain his excitement!
"Blessed by the Tathagata, I will be reborn in bliss. Now I accept the blessing of the Tathagata and send others to the next life..."

Before he finished speaking, a bloody scimitar flew from the left. Ling Tuisi was excited. All his thoughts were on Liancheng's treasure. How to prevent a sneak attack?

Fortunately, Ling Tuisi had two teams of bodyguards.

The first team is from Chi Zunxin, who was hired by him with a lot of money, but these people also focus on Liancheng's treasure, and don't pay much attention to Ling Tuisi.

The first team is from the Qinglong Society. Xiangxi Yanjia has already joined the Qinglong Society and was ordered to protect Ling Tuisi.

One is protection and the other is surveillance.

The leader of the Qinglong Society has great ambitions and needs all kinds of talents. Ling Tuisi has the ability to manage and is an urgently needed talent. Naturally, his safety must be guaranteed.

Let Ling Tuisi escape by feigning death this time, and also have the idea of ​​letting him go to the head of the Qinglong Club to manage the territory.

The bloody scimitar flew towards him, Yan Danuo, the head of the Yan family, flew up, his body was stiff, like a zombie, he shot out quickly, and his middle finger flicked on the knife with a "dang".

An old monk in yellow robes rushed out from the side, grabbed the flying scimitar, looked at Ling Tuisi coldly, and shouted sternly: "Ling Tuisi, give me your life!"

Ling Tuisi exclaimed in surprise: "Patriarch Xuedao, why are you here if you don't go snatch the treasure..."

The ancestor of the blood knife interrupted him with a knife. There was nothing to say between the two of them. Now he just wanted to send Ling Tuisi to hell and cut him into eight pieces with a knife.

Ling Tuisi had quite a few masters under his command, but "Short Killer" Xiang E, "Poisonous Scorpion" Cui Du, and "Hercules" Chu Qi all did their best work. Obviously, they planned to save their energy to fight for Liancheng treasure.

Among the Yan family's father and son, Yan Danuo is quite loyal to the Qinglong Society, but the two brothers Yan Youxin and Yan Youyi have no faith at all. They not only want to fight for the treasure, but also want to borrow the blood knife ancestor's knife to kill his father Yan Da promise.

Under such circumstances, even though Ling Tuisi's party had more people, they were beaten back again and again by the Blood Knife Patriarch.

Seeing the Blood Knife Patriarch getting closer, Ling Tuisi felt great hatred. He still had the last hidden hand, but that so-called dark hand obviously abandoned him.

Ling Tuisi regarded others as an abandoned son, so of course others can also treat him as an abandoned son, which is very fair.

The battle outside Tianning Temple is getting more and more intense, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger. The martial arts people in the Jingxiang area have become red-eyed, and the sword and flash sword movies can't stop.

And five miles away from Tianning Temple, one old and one young quietly watched these martial arts fighters fight.

The old man was holding a fish basket in his hand, his eyes were full of kindness and benevolence, as if he was looking at his grandson.

The girl was holding a flower basket in her hand, her big bright eyes were full of curiosity, and also slightly fierce.

The old man sneered and said, "Since ancient times, people have died for money, and birds have died for food. This can be regarded as having seen it."

The girl raised her green fingers, smoothed her waterfall-like hair, and said with a smile: "Let them go, I don't care how many of these rabble die."

"I don't care about these people. I just feel a little strange. It is said that Shen Yumen wants to take over Jingxiang. Why hasn't he shown up until now?"

"Because Shen Yumen just arrived in Jiangling!"

A handsome young man quietly appeared behind the two of them.

　Thanks to book friend Shura Xu Zhengyang for the reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)