My enemies became my companions

Chapter 210 You Are the Whetstone

The group had entered Yuyong City and arrived at the inn.

Chen Yi called the three women into the side rooms and instructed them on various matters for the upcoming battle.

Last night Zhou Yitong told him all about Qin Qingluo's background. Chen Yi memorized it all in his heart, deduced it carefully, thought about it several times, and finally came up with a plan.

The most critical one among them was Yin Tingxue, so Chen Yi talked to her first. The little fox never dared to disobey him, and now that he was in a good condition, she agreed to everything.

The second key thing is Donggong Ruoshu. This silly girl is easy to talk to and likes to speak frankly, so as long as Chen Yi makes a clear request, she will do it.

The last one to come was Yin Weiying, the woman who was always confused.

"Do you understand what I said?"

Chen Yi stared at the female priest.

Yin Weiying felt uneasy when he looked at her, and avoided his gaze:

"Of course I understand."

"It would be better if I really understood it."

"I really understand."

The nuns lowered their heads repeatedly, thinking to themselves, what kind of shady trick is he going to use? Not to mention that it is not acceptable to be shown in public, but can it really work?

Seeing her hesitation, Chen Yi said softly:
"The 30% chance of winning is not what I said, but what my master said. So we have to take a risky move. Even if it fails, you won't be in any danger. I will be the only one who will die."

When Yin Weiying heard these words, especially the last sentence, she hesitated for no reason, but she quickly cleared up the hesitation.

"This method of breaking obsession? Is it really useful?"

"You can only take a gamble, and Miss Donggong will cooperate with you."

Chen Yi paused and said.

Yin Weiying looked at him deeply. She understood how much preparation Chen Yi had done for this battle.

But she was doubtful and felt quite uneasy.

Chen Yi caressed her and said jokingly:
"It's time to test whether you can keep quiet."

"You..." Yin Weiying breathed rapidly, and she said in a trembling voice: "I am content..."

Chen Yi hooked his hand and pulled her into his arms.

Yin Weiying took a few breaths and looked sullen.

Chen Yi patted her shoulder and asked:
"Don't you want revenge?"

“…Of course, but this method is dangerous and I am afraid it may offend the immortals and Buddhas.” Being surrounded and killed for no reason, Yin Weiying naturally hated the King of Annan and his queen to the core.

"I will protect you even if I die."

When Yin Weiying heard the firm words, her chest twitched and she raised her head and glanced at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi embraced her, still revealing some secrets, and said seductively:
"Don't you want to... let your enemy have a taste of what you felt at that time?"

Yin Weiying's pupils suddenly shrank, and her delicate body couldn't stop trembling as she recalled something.

She was afraid out of habit at first.
then…

Just excitement.

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The dark purple spear was wrapped in a cloth strip. The tall woman carried the spear and accompanied the beautiful woman through the long street, attracting a lot of attention along the way. Everyone was used to seeing ladies from wealthy families, so such a tall and slender woman was particularly eye-catching. She was dressed gorgeously and had an extraordinary demeanor. It was unknown which family she came from.

Qin Qingluo raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, looked out at the Yaoshang Temple on the hillside of Yuyong City, and asked:

"Is Chen Yi...really there?"

"Ahem, ahem... I have already consulted Yu Mingzun, he can't be wrong."

Zhu E coughed twice.

Qin Qingluo glanced at her with a hint of worry.

In order to find Chen Yi as soon as possible so that Qin Qingluo could further hone his martial arts, the woman in red did not hesitate to consume her strength and used the spirit writing technique.

Although Qin Qingluo had easily defeated the two monks before, ease often means a lack of practice.

As for the art of spearmanship, what is most needed is practice.

Months of sticks, years of swords, a lifetime of guns. Only after long-term practice can one grasp the essence of guns - the sense of proportion.

When one first enters the fourth rank, that is when one’s momentum is at its peak. If one does not hone his abilities at this time, he will miss the opportunity and will have difficulty in getting more opportunities in the future.

If one wants to go further, then a whetstone is indispensable, and Chen Yi, who is also at the fourth level, is the best candidate.

Even though Qin Qingluo knew this, he still felt a little sad when he thought about the sacrifice of the woman in red.

For more than 20 years, Qin Qingluo has not treated many people as human beings, but for some people, she treats them as more than human beings.

Qin Qingluo lowered her head and looked at the cloth shoes on her feet. She was tall and had naturally big feet, which were far from the three-inch golden lotus. Many weavers in the mansion had never seen such shoes. They had embroidered hundreds of pairs, but only a few of them fit her feet. However, this pair of cloth shoes was different. They had traveled 6,000 miles from southern Xinjiang to the capital and had never been worn out.

It was embroidered by Zhu E herself, stitch by stitch, after careful comparison. It was a fitted and strong piece. The demon cult woman had spent countless days and nights on it, and had accidentally pricked her fingertips countless times.

As a woman inheriting the throne, she encountered countless criticisms in her clan. She also encountered countless disasters along the way. Her mother's stupid move led to her being in a desperate situation and she was almost deserted by everyone.

At this time, it was Zhu E who supported her and borrowed people and soldiers from the Divine Religion for her niece, and signed a blood pact with her. He even risked his own life to marry her as a princess in order to conceal her tracks.

Qin Qingluo never thought that it was natural for Zhu E to do these things. She had sacrificed too much for her.

Yaoshang Temple was getting closer.

Zhu E stopped, her face slightly pale, and said softly:
"My Lord, I will stay here. Otherwise, it will be bad if you get distracted."

Qin Qingluo did not say much, just one sentence:
"He's going to die. Wait for me."

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The tall woman slowly climbed the eighty-one steps of the temple.

She walked step by step very steadily, neither hurried nor slow, grasping the subtle balance.

There are many people walking in Yuyong City, coming and going just like Yuyong, but when they arrive at Yaoshang Temple, there is not a single person to be seen.

It was as if someone had cleared the field early on, preparing for the duel between the two fourth-rank warriors.

After passing the Buddhist gate, the tall woman saw the figure of a swordsman in a bamboo hat. He had just stepped out of the main hall, and there was smoke and fire all over his body, as if he had lit a stick of incense.

In the main hall, Bhaisajyaguru Bodhisattva is enshrined.

"If you count carefully, it's been three days since we last met."

Qin Qingluo said this with a smile.

Chen Yi killed Ye Ming and Qiu Gang. Before that, he rescued the Demon Queen and kidnapped the Saint. He repeatedly ruined her plans. To her, he was a thorn in her side.

Even so, when she met Chen Yi again, she was still calm.

Because she had a gun.

The gun is the king of all weapons.

Chen Yi raised his head, his expression normal, as if he had just noticed that she was here.

He said, "You have entered the fourth rank?"

"That's right, and one step slower than you." Qin Qingluo said.

Being one step slower means the momentum is still strong.

Chen Yi stood with his hands behind his back, holding up his sleeves, and stared at Qin Qingluo calmly.

Qin Qingluo picked up the spear and slowly removed the strips of cloth tied to it. When the last strip of brown cloth was taken off, the silvery cold light was exposed, revealing his murderous intent!
The tall woman seemed like she would suddenly jump up and stab forward with a gun at any time.

However, she did not move. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and looked at Chen Yi.

"You won't draw your sword?"

Qin Qingluo saw that Chen Yi was still standing there without moving.

Chen Yi loosened his sleeves, his hands were empty, and his sword and knife were still in their sheaths.

Qin Qingluo sneered upon seeing this:

"You want to fight with your bare hands?"

"I can't kill you with my bare hands?"

Chen Yi asked calmly.

Qin Qingluo burst into laughter. Regardless of the fact that she was protected by an inch of glazed light, making her immortal and invulnerable to disaster, her martial arts alone were already at the fourth level, and she had a spear of purple lightning in her hand. It was a huge joke to think of killing her with bare hands.

"If you want to die like this, then all this effort would be in vain." She still had a smile on her face, and she straightened her purple light, "It's a pity that I have just realized this, but no one is sharpening the knife."

Even though Qin Qingluo was ready for battle, Chen Yi remained relaxed and unmoved.

This made Qin Qingluo inexplicably feel like... he had power but nowhere to use it.

"What do you mean by enlightenment?"

Chen Yi's face suddenly showed an expression.

Qin Qingluo saw it and frowned.

he is laughing,
That's a sneer.

"You said that the meaning in that inch of lapis lazuli light and the robe of the Zen Master Wuxiang is the meaning you realized."

Chen Yi's voice came slowly,

"You are really good at flattering yourself, Your Majesty."

Qin Qingluo was unmoved and sneered in response: "If you understand, it's mine..."

"It's not yours."

Chen Yi suddenly interrupted and idly stroked the scabbard at his waist.
"The meaning is yours only when you realize it yourself. If you rely on external forces to help you realize it, it is not yours."

Qin Qingluo's sneer froze slightly, his brows furrowed, and his body hunched slightly.

Her usually calm state of mind was slightly rippled when these words came out.

Qin Qingluo said coldly: "So, what about you?"

She originally thought that Chen Yi would give a direct answer or suddenly attack.

However, he sneered: "When you ask me how, it proves that you are guilty."

Qin Qingluo's feet shook, and the stone bricks under his feet cracked.

Her eyes became sharp.

The incense in the main hall was faint, pouring out from behind Chen Yi, making his figure even more ethereal. The tip of the gun was pointed directly at Chen Yi's throat.

She sneered and said, "How much do you think you can do? Why don't you give it a try?"

Chen Yi answered the question irrelevantly:
"You can't beat me."

The tall woman's murderous intent was revealed, and her momentum suddenly increased. Her eight-foot-tall body cast a tall shadow, as if she was going to crush Chen Yi. She did not ask why.

Her response already asked why.

"You are just using external forces."

Chen Yi answered her,

"So you have a gun in your hand but no gun in your heart."

A man and a gun flew out when the word "heart" fell. A strong gust of wind came out from the tip of the gun, cutting through the ground like a knife cutting tofu, and rushed straight towards Chen Yi!

The female prince seemed to be fed up with this discussion before the battle.

Since you, Chen Yi, are pretending to be so arrogant and refuse to draw your sword, I will force you to draw your sword!

A purple lightning gun made a loud sound like thunder, cutting through the residual shadow in the air and piercing through.

Chen Yi tapped the scabbard lightly.

The sword came out of its sheath without any distractions, and the blade flashed brightly and dazzlingly, which was not inferior to the purple lightning that was once used by the spear master Zhu Diji.

Chen Yi grasped the hilt of the knife and lifted it up from bottom to top. The knife light was like moonlight.

The thunder and the moonlight collided, and the violent impact caused the two figures to shake each other. Qin Qingluo held the spear in his hand, the spear shaft bent like an arc, and then he bounced it, using the momentum to release a huge amount of force.

Then she twisted her body and swept across like an arc.

Chen Yi took a step back, and the gust of wind from the tip of the spear almost brushed his collar. Seeing this, Qin Qingluo raised his arm, stepped up like a golden rooster, and used his eight-foot body to clamp the spear shaft, and stabbed it from top to bottom.

This shot interrupted Chen Yi's original movement to move forward.

He had to step back a few steps as the spear pierced the ground. The enormous force shattered the stone bricks and left hideous cracks.

Seeing Chen Yi retreating, Qin Qingluo curled his lips and sneered:
“It turns out that it’s just a nice thing to say.”

From the fight just now, she could feel that Chen Yi was also at the fourth level, and because he had broken through earlier, his momentum was inferior to hers.

Both of them are fourth rank, but he is inferior in momentum. In addition, he holds a knife while she holds a gun, so the result seems predictable.

Those two moves were clear evidence that Chen Yi was always restrained two meters away by her spear.

A spear has a basis for advance and retreat, rather than showing the bravery of a common man, so it is better than a hundred weapons. In the world of martial arts, those knights who wield swords and sabers have long boasted that although the spear is powerful, in a bloody battle, swords are sharper.

However, if someone with a gun kills you from two feet away, isn't that also a bloody battle? !

A real gunman can kill people with his hands, and you, a man who can only use a sword, can't even step within two feet, so what's the use of the sword in your hand? !

So Qin Qingluo only regarded him as a whetstone from beginning to end.

Swords and spears are nothing more than the courage of a common man.

"Keep using your sword." Qin Qingluo smiled with some strength left.

A black shadow suddenly rushed out in front of him, and a powerful sword energy came along with the voice. Chen Yi's speed suddenly increased, causing Qin Qingluo's pupils to shrink.

It seemed as if a thin line was stretched between heaven and earth.

Destroy the wind and cut through the rain.

The thin line was approaching at an astonishing speed, so fast that it was almost impossible for people to react.

But it was just a close call...

Qin Qingluo retreated his spear slightly, then his body also retreated, his whole aura was like a circle.

The magical changes in spearmanship lie in the circle. If the spear is round, it will protect you from all directions and attack you from all directions. If you can strike in a round way, you can break the enemy's strengths and weaknesses; if you can retract in a round way, you will be invincible.

The gun is like a full moon.

The full moon collided with the thin line, like a spring thunder. The majestic energy spread out with the two of them as the center, and the incense in the temple was dispersed!

Both of them flew away almost backwards.

Qin Qingluo flew backwards like a crossbow arrow shot into the air, then he exerted force with his legs, landed on the ground, and stabilized his body in an instant.

She looked up and saw Chen Yi steadying his body one step slower than her.

"It was quite enjoyable." Qin Qingluo said with a low laugh.

Chen Yi's palm was covered with blood. He wiped it casually and said softly:
"Sure enough."

"What's that?"

"You have a gun in your hand, but no gun in your heart." Chen Yi's voice was flat, and he didn't seem to be at a disadvantage at all.

Qin Qingluo narrowed his eyes and said:

"How arrogant! Why don't you tell me why I don't have a gun in my heart?"

During the conversation, Qin Qingluo took a deep breath and stabilized his energy, and Chen Yi did the same.

Chen Yi smiled faintly:
"If you have a gun in your hand, you have a basis for action; if you don't have a gun in your heart, you have no basis for action.

A spearman can keep the enemy at a distance of two meters, just like a son of a wealthy family who does not sit idle in the hall. But once he is in a dangerous place, he will be at a loss as to how to advance or retreat.

Even if you have received the Lapis Lazuli Light and obtained the Dharma robes, although you have benefited from it, you are actually trying to get the skin of a tiger. You cannot control the overall situation. In this small world, you are still a pawn of the immortals and Buddhas.

Is this not being able to sit still? Is this not being able to advance or retreat?"

The tall woman's face was slightly stiff.

The person in front of her was not lying. On the contrary, she had been courting disaster since she arrived in the capital.

"You also understand that you don't have a gun in your heart, don't you?"

Chen Yi asked with a smile.

Qin Qingluo frowned, feeling depressed, and raised the corners of his mouth, sneering back:

"How do you know that I don't have a gun in my heart and hide my edge?"

Chen Yi said calmly:
"If you have a gun in your heart, why bother taking chestnuts out of the fire?"

Qin Qingluo's arm holding the gun was bulging with veins, and he managed to squeeze out a sarcastic voice from his throat:

"So what if I'm a chess piece, and so are you.

The sword is in the hands of a common man, who is at a loss as to what to do. "

There was anger in her eyes, and her murderous intent was even stronger.

The stagnant energy condenses.

Chen Yi did not respond to her words, but put Wu Za Nian back into the sheath.

Qin Qingluo looked at him in confusion as he disarmed his weapon.

The next moment, the sword on his back was unsheathed, and his aura suddenly changed, surrounded by fireworks, he looked extremely majestic.

Qin Qingluo was slightly stunned.

In such a short time, he has realized the meaning of another weapon? !

While she was stunned, Chen Yi had already moved.

With a sword raised, the figure shot out like lightning, and the sharp sound of the sword broke through the wind.

He seemed to want to use the short to defeat the long.

Qin Qingluo suddenly took a step back, then raised his spear and suddenly pulled it towards Chen Yi fiercely. With a sharp whistling sound, the tip of the spear drew a perfect crescent moon in the sunlight.

boom.

The gun collided with the sword, and the huge force caused the sword and Chen Yi to bend slightly.

Despite being hit hard, Chen Yi's body did not slow down at all, and he continued to rush towards the tall woman at an extremely fast speed.

Qin Qingluo's mouth was bleeding, but he laughed again. He put away the gun immediately, stopped and shook the gun, the veins on his arm were exposed, and suddenly the gun came down, and a strong wind cut a half-inch crack in the ground. It was the most powerful and domineering shot.

With this fierce stab, he either had to retreat or be pierced by the gun!
She was extremely powerful, and with the pent-up anger in her heart, she fired her shot with purple electric light, moving forward without holding back.

Are you trying to use the short to reduce the long?

The gun is the king of all weapons, and the only way to defeat a gun is to use a gun!

Then, she saw a scene.

Chen Yi's sword was also unsheathed.

He used the power of wind and rain with one hand and hit the gun barrel hard.

boom!
The purple lightning gun vibrated, thunder exploded, and there were bursts of hissing, and a crack was cut open.

And Chen Yi’s trauma must have been even greater.

Qin Qingluo's hands went numb. She saw that Chen Yi's knife-holding hand was injured by the gunshot, twisted and bent, and the bone was broken. She couldn't watch for long.

He was seriously injured and lost an arm, but his body did not show any sign of stagnation!

The dark black sword is used to kill people.

The sword roars like a dragon!

Qin Qingluo's eyes widened, his throat felt sweet, and blood kept gushing out, but was stuck by the sword.

The sword pierced the tall woman's throat.

The spear can keep the enemy away from two meters.

But he had already stepped within... two meters!
Qin Qingluo's eyes widened, his tall and voluptuous body trembled under the sword, gradually becoming weak, and his knees bent in severe pain.

It is true that the gun is the king of all weapons.

But when a common man gets angry, blood splatters five steps away.

Chen Yi used his remaining hand to press on the crack of Zidian.

"I said that,"

"You have a gun in your hand, but no gun in your heart."

"So, you are my...grindstone."

The tall woman who loves guns,
There was a cracking sound, it was the spear breaking...

Desperate and miserable.

(End of this chapter)