final catastrophe

Chapter 12. Chapter 12
In the moonlight.

The two of them rowed out of the island in the middle of the lake, because of the gust of wind a few days ago, the pontoon bridge had already been broken.

Although the two turtles and cranes have come to investigate and watch the fracture of the iron chain, they can only judge with their abilities that "this iron chain is like a rope being torn apart by someone casually", the fracture mark is not smooth, it must be Not by the sword.

In addition, Long Qingao said that it was only him and his younger brother that day. The younger brother has a good sense of balance, but he doesn't know martial arts.And when he walked halfway, he encountered the inexplicable evil wind, and then all the thin iron chains between the driftwood shattered.

After all, Guishou and Hexian are well-informed and know some secrets in the world.

I also know that it exists in the strange history, in the shadow of time, it is forbidden by those who know it, and it is regarded as a taboo by ghosts and gods by those who don't know it: catastrophe!
But after all, there were no casualties, they just made a small record of this incident, and then ordered the disciples in the club to be sent to the leader of the martial arts in Longzangzhou, Meng Zhenren, Meng Aiwan of Wudang Mountain.

After all, it was rumored that the once-in-a-hundred-year catastrophe in Longzangzhou was about to come.

The civilians are still repeating their daily life, but for these righteous people, their hearts are filled with a kind of depression before the "storm is coming".

Sitting on the bow of the boat, Xia Ji watched this petite senior sister rowing the oar, the ripples of the water spread, and with the shattered bright moon, they melted into golden waves of a lake.

Soon, the two passed through the bluestone alleyway and the cloud-shaped gardening garden, and came to the dojo.

The candle is brightly lit, like a red python surrounded.

There were about a hundred people sitting cross-legged in the arena, looking respectfully at a gray-haired woman in front of her. This woman held a knife with one hand, but she held it backwards, pointing the exaggerated tip of the knife forward.

"Look, my Dongtian Zhan is called Zhan, but it is actually poking. The essence lies in the tip of the knife. In order for you to see clearly, I purposely turned the knife over."

Some old women pointed to the tip of the knife and said: "This place is your chance to win. Maybe in the future some of you will become famous in the arena, and you will also encounter moments of life and death. Then remember, this tip is the difference between life and death." Demarcation point."

Afterwards, she called a few disciples to come forward and began to demonstrate.

Suddenly a disciple in the dojo asked: "Teacher Hexian, do you know how many revolutions our Dongtian Slashing saber technique is?"

The old woman said indifferently: "There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that skills are divided into ranks one to nine, and rank three is a grade. After rank nine, there are still legendary and mythical ranks. But what I want to tell you is that this classification is only based on universality. based on the distinction."

"In fact, everyone's understanding of exercises is different. Unless you stay at the level of fixed formulas forever, once you reach the time when you have no moves or no moves, such understanding and characteristics will greatly affect your final ability. reached the point."

"If it is related, even if it is a one-turn kung fu, there are people who have practiced the most holy realm. If the kung fu is not in line with oneself, the more powerful the kung fu, the greater the damage to oneself. Famous heroes have to weigh it before practicing."

"Thus, although my Dongtian Zhan's technique is only classified as the second turn, if you really practice hard, it must have a bright future."

What she said immediately cheered up the new disciples. For them, the rivers and lakes are too far away, and the skills of the second revolution are far beyond imagination. None of them count.

As if aware of Xia Ji's arrival, Hexian said with a smile: "You should familiarize yourself with the moves I just taught you, starting from the shape, after you are proficient, add your own understanding and comprehension, and actual combat, you will naturally be able to grasp its essence. "

After finishing speaking, she turned around and came in front of Xia Ji and Bai Hurou.

Xia Ji cupped his hands and said, "Teacher Hexian."

"Well, good boy, come with me." Hexian looked at the fat boy in front of him kindly, and the scenes from that year flashed in his mind.

"You are here to guide these new disciples." He Xian frowned suddenly, looking at the petite girl who was about to follow.

Bai Hurou nodded and said, "Okay, Teacher Hexian."

However, looking at the backs of the two going away, the originally clean pupils suddenly narrowed, with an inexplicable light shining in them.

When he came to a separate room, He Xian picked up a long curved machete on the weapon rack, and said straight to the point: "I will teach you the fixed form first. There are nineteen forms in the Dongtian Slash. I only teach seven forms to the disciples in the society. White Tiger Rou, I only teach her thirteen moves, but you, I will teach you all."

"You don't have to thank me, I owe you this."

Looking at the pale-haired woman in front of him who insisted on teaching him martial arts, Xia Ji could only show the normal reaction of this body and learn from behind.

Hexian taught very carefully, explaining every move and every detail clearly.

Sometime in the middle, she stopped suddenly, looked sideways at the door, and then coughed heavily.

She didn't continue to teach until the "inaudible" footsteps outside the door disappeared.

Xia Ji didn't want to learn it at first, but after thinking about it, after learning this hole-to-heaven cut, at least one more sword technique can be added to the "ability that this body can display openly and aboveboard".

So, he showed a smile, showing a serious look, and started to study.

Hmm. Is it possible that after tonight, I can use this cave to solve troubles openly and aboveboard?
One night is too short, let's spend more time, even a peerless genius cannot master a skill overnight without any foundation.
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In the west of the city, at Hongjing Manor, the red leaves have already turned into spring mud for the coming year.

In the deserted courtyard, the thin-jawed young man wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and his feminine face suddenly became more fierce.

"Third son, the master is vomiting blood again!" A maid hurried over with a panicked expression.

Zhang Xiang is the person with the strongest martial arts in the village, and he is also the pillar of Hongjingzhuang in this chaotic world.

The feminine young man immediately roared: "Why are you still standing there! Find a doctor, and call all the doctors in this city! They can't cure father, and they can't think of a way, so they can't sleep!"

His face was ferocious, the maid was taken aback for a moment, then she responded and left in a hurry.

The courtyard became quiet again, and the moonlight was like a demon, illuminating half of his face in a faint light.

Zhang Hangu was panting heavily, and went to the Guihe Dao Club during the day, originally wanting to seek justice for his father, but never expected to compete with that Long Qingao, but was defeated by a few tricks.

Standing there foolishly, like a joke.

When the short knife was resting on his neck, Long Qingao said sincerely: "Third Young Master, please calm down, there must be a misunderstanding."

Ha ha
Misunderstand?

Zhang Hangu suddenly overturned the stone table beside him, and said fiercely, "Guihe Daoshe, I am at odds with you!"

(End of this chapter)