From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 119 Human Hair Murderous Intent

It's already mid-morning.

The rain had lessened a little, but the sky was still grey. There were sparse thunder in the distance, as if it was driving the rain again.

The sawdust outside the yard turned to dust, all wet by the rain. Inside the yard, the rain was shallow, and a few flowers and trees were swaying slightly.

There was no blood or water inside or outside the yard, and the few footprints had long been washed away by the rain.

This was an assassination that was planned on the spur of the moment. Xia Riyushui Leiming and Yue Yao happened to be separated, so Meng Yuan took advantage of the right time and place, and with some strength and some luck, he successfully killed them both.

Up to this point, there were no major problems with Meng Yuan's plan.

But since we are doing things, there will inevitably be omissions.

Meng Yuan's expression remained unchanged, but his mind raced as he thought about how to deal with the enemy.

Just now, in order to be safe, Meng Yuan evaporated all the jade liquid and turned it into floating light.

Now that his Dantian was empty, even if he swallowed the Hundred Herbs Pill, it would be difficult to see immediate effects.

But if he could last another quarter of an hour, or even half a quarter of an hour, then the jade liquid would be able to grow in his already vast and vigorous dantian, and he could use this opportunity to fight.

Now Meng Yuan has obtained four copies of the Heaven's Secret Map. As not many acupoints are opened, he is still unable to study the Divine Power Like Prison and the Light of All Things.

All we can rely on are the floating light cave and the spring thunder.

Meng Yuan sat cross-legged at the door. Seeing the rain falling like a curtain, he pressed the hilt of the knife, trying to delay for a while.

The monks of this lineage are all paranoid and crazy, and they love to discuss and debate. Meng Yuan is proficient in castration. As the saying goes, if you master one method, you will master all methods. In fact, playing Jifeng is just a competition of who has the faster castration knife and who can castrate the right place.

"Meng Lang doesn't dare to look up at me? But what's wrong with me?" The thin-waisted slave's voice sounded sweet and weak, yet pitiful.

The plain white mourning clothes were a little short, and there was a hint of sorrow and resentment between his brows.

If an ordinary person came, he would lose control immediately.

But Meng Yuan felt that this person was too coquettish and smelly. Although Sister Qingqing also had a coquettish temperament, she was gentle and lovely inside, and was the most obedient in bed.

Meng Yuan often borrowed Sister Qingqing's help to wash his face, which had a calming effect on his mind.

Ten or a hundred thin-waisted slaves cannot compare to Sister Qingqing. Meng Yuan doesn't even want to look at the thin-waisted slaves.

"If Mr. Meng had just dropped his sword and killed me, there wouldn't be so much trouble." The thin-waisted slave stepped forward a few steps, laughing happily, "Does Mr. Meng regret it?"

Her voice became softer.

"Why would I regret it?" Meng Yuan held the hilt of the knife with one hand and supported his bamboo hat with the other, saying, "Even if you come a thousand times, ten thousand times, I won't do it."

"How can you achieve great success if you pity these useless plants? Haven't you heard that the success of a general is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers?" The thin-waisted slave laughed.

"Killing is to protect life. Can you become a general by stepping on thousands of bones?" Meng Yuan laughed, "Female Bodhisattva, it is not advisable to confuse the effect with the cause."

"Killing is to protect life." The thin-waisted slave murmured, "Is this Meng Lang's way?"

"I have no ambitions, I just want to survive in this world. I haven't found my way yet, I'm just groping." Meng Yuan was very humble.

"It's better to do it earlier. When a warrior of the seventh rank opens the secret vault and gets the secret of heaven, he is actually preparing for the next step." The thin-waisted slave actually gave a reminder, "When you enter the fourth rank from the fifth rank, you need to go through the process of heaven and man transformation. At that time, you need to understand the way you seek."

"Thank you for your guidance, female Bodhisattva." Meng Yuan expressed his sincere gratitude, but at the same time he was alert in his heart, and must not be tempted by any such thoughts.

"Since you haven't found your way yet. Then you--" The thin-waisted slave took a few steps forward, her eyes full of love, making people feel pity for her. "Would you like to explore my way first?"

We were just talking about something, why did you suddenly start making dirty jokes?

For a moment, Meng Yuan was unable to respond, and it was obvious that he had lost the first round of the game.

Seeing this, the thin-waisted slave smiled and said, "Kong Que said that he once talked with you on a fishing boat and discussed the Dao in the middle of the river. He praised you for having the appearance of a Buddha and a compassionate heart. It's true."

"I dare not." Meng Yuan was very humble and asked curiously, "Brother Jie, how are you doing recently?"

"He has recovered from his injuries and is now in retreat." The thin-waisted slave bent down, revealing a large area of ​​white, and stretched out her fingers to touch Meng Yuan's clothes. "Let's go, Kong Que has invited you to be his confidant, and said that he will help you become the Dharma Protector of my Buddhist sect."

"If you become rich and powerful, please don't forget me. Brother Jie is a kind man." Meng Yuan sighed.

"The appearance I cultivate is the appearance of joy, which has various colors." The thin-waisted slave laughed more and more happily, "Saving people brings joy. Meng Lang, I also want to convert you into my Buddhist sect. You are really a natural seed of martial arts. The jade liquid spreads, and the light shines thousands of times. I really want to taste it."

She actually licked her tongue.

"My six senses are not pure, so I really cannot enter Buddhism." Meng Yuan declined slightly, changed the subject, and asked curiously: "Is the female Bodhisattva waiting for me here?"

"Knowing past lives is destiny knowledge, knowing the future is divine eye knowledge, and eliminating all afflictions is defilement knowledge." The thin-waisted slave smiled, "I only have divine eye knowledge, not divine eye knowledge. Peacock is boring, I just came here to have some fun, and happened to meet Yue Qingtian. I wanted to ask for some information, but I didn't expect you to come."

She hooked her finger and said, "Let's go and find Peacock."

"Female Bodhisattva, I don't really want to go." Meng Yuan said.

"Good Menglang, this is not up to you." The thin-waisted slave's voice was ethereal, and there was a subtle Buddha light in her eyes, as if the three thousand paradises were turning.

In a trance, Meng Yuan saw a woman in a robe in front of him.

The woman in the Taoist robe turned around, clearly looking like a mother of the country, but at this moment, she gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with anger, and slapped him, "You evil servant bullying your master!"

Meng Yuan had nowhere to hide and was slapped in the face, falling to the ground.

"Sanxiao..." Meng Yuan hadn't finished speaking when he saw the other person turn around and ride on him, "You are not allowed to be on top from now on!"

When Meng Yuan was at a loss, he felt a headache and opened his eyes.

"Desire is everywhere. Who did you see?" The slender-waisted slave giggled.

Meng Yuan ignored it, closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then he felt a sense of confinement in his dantian.

After producing just a little bit of jade liquid, it stopped growing. It was clearly suppressed.

"Let's go, Meng Lang." The thin-waisted slave smiled happily, took a bamboo umbrella, opened it, and walked into the rain. Meng Yuan picked up the knife, straightened his bamboo hat, stood up, and followed behind.

When ordinary warriors use the Floating Light Cave Heaven, they often need to rest for three or four days to recover to their full strength. This is because the Jade Liquid is withdrawn in an instant, and the body is under great pressure.

Meng Yuan tempered his body three times and recovered in about half a day.

However, although his Dantian was sealed at this moment, the feeling of weakness in his muscles and bones was slowly fading away.

The slender slave was holding an umbrella in front, Meng Yuan was holding a knife behind, and picked up a bamboo to use as a stick.

When I went out, the white guard who was guarding the place seemed to be unable to see anyone and was still complaining about the heavy rain.

"We have to hurry up. Their people are in the south, not far from here." Even as the thin-waisted slave urged, she did so with a bit of coquettishness.

"Female Bodhisattva, why don't you save me now and then let me go back?" Meng Yuan surrendered.

"That won't do." The thin-waisted slave laughed, "Kongque said you are a good seedling. If I take you back, he will be happy."

"So you don't want to save me, but Brother Jie." Meng Yuan smiled.

"I just want to see when he will break the rules." The thin-waisted slave actually had some hope when talking about untying the screen.

"..." Meng Yuan glanced at the thin-waisted slave and asked, "Where is Qing Guangzi?"

"How can I know where the master is meditating?" The thin-waisted slave waved his hand, "You all think that I am above Peacock, but in fact Peacock is the one that the master values ​​and the one who receives the precepts."

"Does your master want to destroy Songhe City and achieve enlightenment?" Meng Yuan asked everything.

"How can I know?" The thin-waisted slave looked at Meng Yuan curiously and said with a smile, "But if the peacock takes you in, the master will definitely pass on the Dharma to you, and then you will know."

Meng Yuan understood. Didn't he just want to plant the same thought in himself as Jie Kaiping?

Qingshui Town is located to the west of Songhe Prefecture. The two men left the town, passed two villages, and then entered the mountains.

After walking a few miles further, Meng Yuan asked, "How long will it take to reach Brother Jie's resting place?"

"It's still a long way off. I guess it will be night soon. Are you cold? Do you want me to warm you up?" The thin-waisted slave smiled.

This woman's words cannot be trusted. She said it would be in the evening, but she might arrive in a while.

Meng Yuan didn't believe it, so he stopped.

The thin-waisted slave twisted her waist, held the umbrella, and walked forward for a while. Seeing that Meng Yuan did not move, she turned back with a charming smile on her face.

She is very confident.

"Are you tired, Meng Lang?" The rain was light in the mountains, and the sound of drops mixed with the flying birds and the croaking of frogs made it seem even quieter.

The thin-waisted slave's voice is not loud, but it can be heard, and it is so charming that it makes people sick.

"I can't walk anymore." Meng Yuan threw away the bamboo stick and gripped the knife handle tightly.

"Oh?" The thin-waisted slave still smiled, obviously very confident.

"My friend is in school, I have to pick her up after school." Meng Yuan said sincerely.

"When the Floating Light Cave Heaven Technique is used, the jade liquid in the Dantian is rapidly drawn out, and the person feels as if he is carrying a mountain on his back."

The thin-waisted slave held an umbrella at an angle and walked slowly towards him, "Meng Lang, your essence is gone. I'm afraid you can't fight anymore."

"My jade liquid is empty, but the female Bodhisattva's golden sea is still wet, so we are not much different." Meng Yuan said.

Upon hearing this, the thin-waisted slave put away his smile, frowned slightly, and said: "Your Dantian is sealed, your jade liquid is very little, and you don't have any divine power. You can't even fight like a trapped beast."

"The foundation of a warrior is the three heavens of upper, middle and lower, not jade liquid."

Meng Yuan smiled and stepped forward. "During the fishing boat discussion that day, Brother Jie once taught me that if I encounter a sixth-rank monk, I need to give way to him. Or, I can learn more about the secrets of heaven."

"What Peacock said is very pertinent. He really values ​​you." said the thin-waisted slave.

"He also said that warriors have a habit of killing those of higher rank. To carve out a path where there is no path is the path for those who pursue the path of martial arts."

The two sides were more than thirty steps apart, but Meng Yuan still stepped forward step by step, his clothes under his bamboo hat and raincoat were soaked. "I once heard an elder say that the path of a warrior can be cultivated by anyone."

"Broken legs and arms, even if you are castrated, will not prevent you from taking this path! Even if your Dantian is damaged, it can be restored! Unless you die!"

"The path of a warrior has no doctrine. The most important thing is not to be afraid of being broken, because breaking is the way to stand up again! Don't be afraid of losing, because fighting back is the way to fight! Even if you fall to pieces, you can stand up again!"

"The warrior's path is one of resistance and perseverance. There is always a way out! Even if there is really a dead end, there is always a man who can cut a way out with anger!"

For a moment, the only remaining jade liquid in Meng Yuan's dantian seemed to boil, and it vigorously impacted all the acupoints.

If the Dantian is imprisoned, then the Dantian will be destroyed.

The jade liquid kept colliding in the opened acupoints of the upper, middle and lower three heavens, without moving according to any celestial secret diagram.

Such a mindless charge might lead to the discovery of new methods of divine secrets, but it might also lead to drastic mistakes, causing relatively minor injuries to oneself, or even severing one's path forward.

But Meng Yuan didn't care and just kept pushing. The stone gate banged, the mud balls trembled, and the top of the head seemed to be about to break open.

This was the method Meng Yuan had been thinking about for a long time on the road. This was the method of using a knife when there was no way out and he had no other choice but to risk everything he had.

Meng Yuan didn't know if he could succeed. But as a warrior, you can't be afraid of losing. Even if you fall to pieces, you have to chop off.

"Are you crazy?" The thin-waisted slave frowned. She already understood what Meng Yuan was going to do.

"As warriors, we find a way out of nowhere and a way out of despair! Even if the jade liquid has dried up, we still have life and flesh and blood!"

Meng Yuan only felt that his blood and energy were full, but his flesh and bones seemed to be collapsing, as if he could not last long.

But at this moment, he already had the capital to draw his sword.

(End of this chapter)