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Chapter 158 Cutting off the water with a knife, the water cannot flow

Wang Shen looked at the mountains in the distance, paused for a moment, and then continued on his way.

Not long after walking, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the forest aside. There was a young Taoist in the forest.

Clean Taoist robes, a delicate face, and a sword slung across his back give people the first impression of cleanliness, like a puddle of clear water.

He looked at the young Taoist, and the young Taoist looked at him.

The young Taoist seemed to see a mountain, and one person was a mountain.

Hi, Wang Shen suddenly smiled and waved to the other party.

Well, the Taoist was startled for a moment, and then he smiled, his smile was very clean, and he seemed to be a little shy.

"Interesting Taoist priest." Wang Shen turned and walked away.

The Taoist priest looked at his back, and he had a vague feeling that there seemed to be something hidden in the other person's "mountain".

When Wang Shen returned to his residence, he found a man sitting outside his hut, staring at a stone in a daze.

"Why are you here again?"

Seeing this charming woman, Wang Shen frowned slightly. Women are difficult to deal with, and beautiful women are even more difficult to deal with.

"You once asked me if I could understand this painting. Do you understand it?" The woman took out the painting from her arms and unfolded it.

"Is this why you came to me?" Wang Shen looked at the painting.

"This painting is very charming. If you look at the pen and ink, you are full of energy. This painting must be painted by a famous painter!" Wang Shen opened his eyes and told lies.

The woman on the side looked at him quietly.

"It seems like you don't understand either."

Haha, Wang Shen smiled, only he knows whether he understands or not.

"It's not your fault. I guess you have limited talents." The woman said softly.

"The method of provoking generals doesn't work on me." Wang Shen thought to himself.

A man and a woman were standing, while the other was sitting, and no one spoke.

"I gave this painting to you. I can't understand it anyway. I hope you can understand it." As she spoke, the woman threw the piece of paper to Wang Shen, and the piece of paper fell lightly in front of Wang Shen. .

"You gave me the things you tried so hard to steal from Fahua Temple?"

"How do you know this came from Fahua Temple?"

"I'm not deaf. I heard what you and Monk Fu Kong said. Why does he keep chasing you? Isn't it just for this painting?"

As Wang Shen spoke, he leaned over to pick up the piece of paper and unfolded it.

"It's fake. I changed it the moment I put the painting away. This woman is really cunning!"

"The imitation is too poor." Wang Shen tore the paper in his hand into pieces without hesitation.

"You really understand."

"No need to understand, do you know how to imitate?"

The woman was stunned when she heard this.

"For counterfeiting, at least the material must be the same or similar, and it must be aged appropriately. The most difficult thing is to imitate the artistic conception contained in the original. The material of your paper is wrong, the pen and ink are scattered, and it is not concise at all.

Very poor imitation. "

Wang Shen's words stunned the woman. She was indeed imitating the painting just now, but it was not a poor imitation. She was based on the real painting and selected the best one after painting hundreds of them.

She came today to deceive Wang Shen.

Since she got this painting back from Wang Shen, she has been looking at it, trying to understand the true meaning contained in it, but she couldn't see anything, and she couldn't help but feel a little bored and anxious.

Suddenly she thought that Wang Shen had been looking at the painting for a much longer time than she had been looking at the painting. Could she have understood the true meaning of it? After some thought, she came to the scene just now.

"I know!" The woman's eyes suddenly lit up.

"The painting you gave me is also fake. It's not the original painting at all!" The woman suddenly took out a painting from her body and stared at Wang Shen with her charming eyes.

"I said why I can't see the true meaning inside. Of course, fake paintings have no true meaning."

Wang Shen was stunned instantly after hearing this.

"Isn't this a typical case of blaming the toilet when you can't poop, or blaming the crooked bed when you can't sleep?"

"Whatever you think." Wang Shen didn't bother to argue with her.

The woman took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.

"There will be no next time." Wang Shen said this calmly, and the woman's steps stopped.

Thousands of miles away in Jiangcheng, in the palace of Prince Chu, in a study.

There was a sealed box in front of King Chu, and an old man in his forties sat next to it.

"My father sent secret guards to Jingzhou, but I didn't get any information in advance. What could be in this box?"

"No matter what is inside, the prince only needs to send the box and the injured secret guard back to the capital." said the old gentleman on the side.

"Sir, that's right." King Chu nodded.

"I didn't expect Huai Wu from Wuwei Guan to come to Jingzhou. It's such a pity that we don't get to meet such a peerless genius!"

"The prince's love for talents is well known to the world. I heard from someone who came back that Huai Wu said something that the land of Jingzhou is indeed full of outstanding people. I'm wondering what this kind of person means when he says this?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"I wonder if he met someone in Jingzhou that made him sigh like this? A genius like him must have a very high vision, and those who can catch his eye must not be an ordinary person.

Changfeng Hall is looking for talents for the prince, why not let them find out? Although Na Huai always takes an unusual path, he always leaves some traces wherever he goes. "

"Sir, you are right, arrange for them to do this immediately." King Chu said.

Outside Wuyang County, among the mountains, Wang Shen looked at the mountains in front of him.

Hearing a thousand tunes and then hearing the sound, wielding a thousand swords and then recognizing the weapon.

Mountains are still different. Some mountains are majestic, some are steep, and some are beautiful.

Mountains also have different moods. What Wang Shen can realize now is the calmness and heaviness of mountains. And he has successfully integrated this "mountain" meaning into his palm technique.

The level of cultivation in the third-grade Shenxuan realm depends on the perception of the practitioner.

In addition to comprehending the meaning of the mountains, Wang Shen is still practicing swordsmanship every day, but the place where he practices swordsmanship is not on land, but in the green river.

He stood under the Qinghe River and kept swinging his sword against the water of the Qinghe River. At the beginning, he only practiced one move, which was to slash horizontally. He kept swinging his sword to slash horizontally.

The knife in Wang Shen's hand was like the thick line of ink in the painting, cutting through the sky and the earth horizontally.

Drawing the knife, cutting across, the blade cut through the flowing water without encountering any obstruction.

The strength and true energy were slashed together with his sword, and he continued to move forward. Wherever he passed, the flowing water was divided into two parts. The flowing water in front of him was divided into upper and lower parts within a certain range.

There is nothing unusual that can be seen from above.

On this day, he jumped up from the river and looked at the flowing river water, still thinking about that streak of ink in his mind. As he thought about it, Wang Shen's eyes shone brighter and brighter. "Who said that line of ink was drawn horizontally? Why wasn't it drawn vertically?"

Thinking of this, Wang Shen stood up suddenly, tightened the knife in his hand, and then slashed down from top to bottom. It was a little slow at first, but gradually became smoother.

From then on, he stayed in the flowing green river for half a day.

Wang Shen, who was practicing in Qinghe, found that it was not that easy to turn a horizontal slash into a vertical slash.

It's not as simple as knowing "one plus two equals three" and then knowing "three minus two equals one".

After a month, the flowing Qinghe River suddenly opened a gap in the middle, but soon the gap closed quickly and the river surface returned to normal.

This gap continues to expand as time goes by.

Under the Qinghe River, Wang Shen's eyes became brighter and brighter.

The days passed like this, winter turned to spring, the summer rain also returned to normal, and half a year was about to pass.

On this day, the sunset was about to set, the sunset dyed the sky red, and the autumn wind blew particularly refreshingly on my body.

Wang Shen sat on a large piece of bluestone by the river and looked at the mountain peaks in the distance.

Flapping la la, suddenly another bird flew up.

In the distance, by the Qinghe River, an old man was walking quickly along the bank of the Qinghe River. His face looked a little pale. As he walked, he observed the shore and muttered.

"Where, where?"

Suddenly he stopped, staggered, almost fell to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Huh, hiss, he took a deep breath, and then continued to follow Qinghe.

He walked very fast, startling many birds wherever he passed. Suddenly, a man appeared in front of him, carrying a knife.

"Master?"

When he heard the sound, he fainted. When he woke up again, he found himself in a small house, lying on a hard wooden bed. The house was not big, with only a bed, a chair, and a door. It's open.

Outside the house is a forest. There is a man sitting not far from the door, with his back to him. In front of the man is a bonfire burning, and a pot is hung on the bonfire. Fish is stewed in the pot, with a rich flavor. The aroma wafts out of the pot.

"Wake up, who did you meet again this time?" Wang Shen turned to look at Shen Jingsheng who was sitting up in the room.

"Master!" Shen Jingsheng stood up, slowly walked out of the house and came to the bonfire.

"After my two years of investigation, I have also found out something. I have found out the identity of the monk holding the golden gong."

"who?"

"Western Region, Vajra Temple, Golden Elephant."

"King Kong Temple, once you have a place, you can go find someone and follow the clues."

"I can't find it. The Vajra Temple was destroyed thirty years ago. It is said that there are not many descendants left."

"It was destroyed, who did it?" Wang Shen was surprised after hearing this.

"I was checking, but I met an expert on the way and got injured."

"Where is the master?"

"Follow me all the way. You should be at Ninglong Mansion now." Shen Jingsheng took a deep breath and said.

"What skills and weapons were used?"

"The weapon he used was an iron rod. It opened and closed wide and was extremely strong. I felt it was a bit like the Vajra Demon Subduing Technique of Jinding Temple."

"Are you also in the same group as those two people last time?"

Well, Shen Jingsheng nodded, also wearing a mask, deliberately hiding his identity.

After hearing this, Wang Shen stood up and said, "There is fish soup in the pot. When you are full, you can go back to the house and lie down. I will come as soon as I go."

"Hey, be careful, he's very difficult to deal with." Shen Jingsheng paused.

Wang Shen took out the dragon horn and put it on his body, then took out the Fulong Needle, got up and left the place where he lived, came to a nearby high mountain, and looked around.

According to what Shen Jingsheng said just now, it should be easy to see that person if he comes.

Plop la la, he saw birds flying constantly in the distant mountains and forests, as if something terrible was moving in the woods.

"there."

Wang Shen fell from the mountain in a flash. Halfway up the mountain, he suddenly turned towards the rock. His feet landed on the rock. His body bent and bounced, and flew far across the air and landed in the forest. .

In the forest in the distance, a man over eight feet tall, wearing a dark brown gown and a mask, walked through the forest holding a green-gold iron rod in his hand.

He walked and walked in the forest, looking around from time to time.

Suddenly, he stopped suddenly as he was walking forward. He had a fearful feeling that he seemed to be stared at by something terrible.

He clenched the iron rod in his right hand.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, and he heard the sound of the wind. Almost at the same time, a person arrived in front of him. He almost subconsciously stood up the iron rod in his hand and blocked it in front of him, making a defensive posture.

There was a loud bang, and he flew straight away, clicking, clicking, breaking more than a dozen trees before stopping.

Before he could stand up, the iron rod in his hand drew a circle in the air, setting off a gust of wind that swayed the branches and leaves and caused the grass to fall.

Sweeping a stick around, he stood up and saw a flash of sword slashing towards him.

Still cutting horizontally,

This time he held the stick in both hands and pushed forward to face the knife.

There was a loud bang, air waves rolled up, and a puff of smoke and dust was set off. Birds in the surrounding trees and animals in the mountains were shocked to death.

The knife in Wang Shen's hand was blocked, but a cut mark still appeared on the man's body. The clothes on his body were cut horizontally, revealing the silver armor wearing it. There were some complicated runes on the armor.

"What a domineering knife!"

The man holding the stick was horrified.

He also thought that the two companions could improve this person's cultivation level because they were exempted from the punishment of mission failure.

Now it seems that instead of raising this person's cultivation level, they have actually lowered it.

This man's sword is as fast as lightning, powerful and heavy, and even more terrifying, but the sharpness and everything-cutting momentum contained in this sword is even more terrifying.

Wang Shen slashed with his sword and slapped his palm at the same time, directly hitting the opponent's face. The big man with the mask used his hands to swing away Wang Shen's sword, and then forcefully received Wang Shen's palm with his left arm.

He regretted it the moment his arm made contact with the opponent's palm.

The force coming from the palm was astonishing, like a flying mountain. When it landed on the arm, the mountain collapsed, containing an extremely strong impact.

Although he also wore software on his arm, it could not withstand the power of this palm.

He suddenly retreated. Although he was tall, his movements were still extremely agile. He retreated and Wang Shen chased him, faster than this man.

Draw the knife, raise your arm, and slash horizontally!

(End of this chapter)