From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 202 Great Master

"Wild cranes and idle clouds, how can they not be the Dharma image?"

Seeing that Li Wujiu still didn't make a move, Jie Kaiping, who was always kind to others, couldn't stand it any longer, "Daoyou Li, Taoism is about tranquility and inaction. If you don't fight, no one can fight with you! Donor Xie defeated the monk of Lanruo Temple first, but failed to defeat the Taoist priest. This shows that Qingyang Palace is better than Lanruo Temple."

"Amitabha." Xuan Bei couldn't bear to watch any longer. Although he had just provoked Li Wujiu, he was still a very honest person. "Fellow Daoist Kong Que, you can provoke me if you want, but why do you have to use my Lanruo Temple as a raft?"

"I am wrong." He untied the screen and clasped his hands together to admit his mistake.

Xuan Bei also clasped his hands together in return.

The two monks were originally hostile to each other, but they were both very polite, which seemed out of place in the rainy night.

Even the honest person Hu Qian couldn't help but hum twice.

"Brother," Jiang Tang looked at Li Wujiu with great hope, hoping to get a glimpse of the Taoist senior's magical powers, but seeing that Li Wujiu still did not make a move, he quickly squeezed Meng Yuan's hand and said, "Should we retreat first?"

"It doesn't matter whether we retreat or not." Meng Yuan patiently explained to the little girl, "There are still people guarding outside. Besides, running away is useless."

Jiang Tang nodded seriously and said, "I remember it."

Seeing that Jiang Tang was obedient, Nie Yannian said, "Little girl, Li Wujiu is a master of Qingyang Palace. You should open your eyes and watch. Our Third Miss has no time to practice Taoism with you! Such a good opportunity is hard to come by!"

"Yes!" Jiang Tang always listened to Nie Yannian.

"He's scared." Jie Kaiping couldn't stand seeing others doing well, so when he saw Meng Yuan and others looking forward to it, he spoke again to provoke Wujiu.

"What do you mean?" He Jiulang asked.

"From my point of view," Jie Kaiping looked at Li Wujiu who was standing still on the roof, and said, "Master Li was injured by the sneak attack of Donor Xie in the past. He was indignant and vowed to wash away the shame, so he has been looking for Donor Xie and others. But just now, after seeing Donor Xie's magical power of repelling the enemy with one sword, Master Li finally understood that Donor Xie did not use his full strength when he attacked on Hulu Mountain that day, otherwise Master Li would have been beheaded!"

After saying this, He Jiulang did not refute, but just looked at Li Wujiu with a smile.

Li Wujiu held the whisk in his arms, not paying any attention to Jie Kaiping's boring words. He just said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Xie stabbed me with a sword that day. I wonder what kind of divine power did you use?"

“Those who are good at defense hide under the nine earths; those who are good at attack move above the nine heavens.”

Xie Yisheng spoke slowly, "Thunder is shaking in the nine heavens, and the sword is coming out from under the nine earths. This divine power of heaven is called Thunder Shaking the Nine Heavens."

Only at this moment did Meng Yuan realize what kind of magical power Xie Yishen used to launch a sneak attack on Li Wujiu.

But at that time, no thunder was heard, nor was the power of thunder shaking the sky felt personally.

Ever since Xie Yisheng showed up, Meng Yuan had seen this man use three kinds of divine powers, namely, flying stars in the sky, vast sky, and flying rainbows in the mist and rain.

Now I am afraid I can once again appreciate the wonder of the thunder shaking the sky.

"It's really worth the trip!" Even someone as worldly-wise as Nie Yannian couldn't help but sigh.

Hu Qian, Tie Niu and the other young men also looked towards the field with hope on their faces.

"I see." Li Wujiu nodded slightly and said, "I would like to learn from you again!"

As he spoke, Li Wujiu gently waved his whisk again, and a breeze blew in and out of the streets, blocking the autumn rain and night wind.

Seeing that Li Wujiu had already made a move, Jie Kaiping stopped provoking him and looked ahead carefully. He was obviously a bald monk, but he had no empty hearts and especially loved to watch the fun.

He Jiulang and Xiong Wuwei were obviously very confident in Xie Yisheng. When they saw Xie Yisheng only mentioned the name of Leidong Jiutian, they retreated another ten feet. "How does Donor He compare to Donor Xie?" Jie Kaiping saw He and Xiong retreating, and he followed them obediently.

"The gap between Boss Xie and me is bigger than that between me and a dog," said He Jiulang.

"..." Jie Kaiping was always talkative, but for a moment he couldn't say anything in reply.

Seeing this, Xuan Bei helped Monk Jueming up and retreated to Meng Yuan's side. Then, as if feeling uneasy, he retreated behind Meng Yuan and the others.

"Master Li is at the sixth level, and is proficient in all kinds of methods." Xuan Bei saw Meng Yuan frowning and looking at him, so he patiently explained, "The Taoist sect has too many magical powers and secrets, and the affected areas are too large."

Meng Yuan shook his head slightly and said, "I don't mean to make fun of you two. I just want to say that since we are together, we should stick together. You just need to take good care of Master Jueming. I will take care of everything."

"Amitabha, the donor is truly kind." Xuan Beiqing knew that Meng Feiyuan was willing to say a few good words for the sake of Bodhi's destruction of the world. As for the words "taking the responsibility", he could just listen to them, but he couldn't help but respond with a few words.

The people here didn't have time to talk any more, so they all stood on tiptoe to take a closer look at the scene.

Xie Yishen had his back to Li Wujiu, and the two of them had not yet shown their abilities.

The night was dark and moonless. The two of them were hidden in the darkness, but they were very conspicuous. Even with the torches in the hands of Hu Qian and others, they were like fireflies.

After a while, Li Wujiu's sleeves shook violently, and the pine branches in his hairpin were blown away, and his hair and beard fluttered.

"Sword come!" Li Wujiu was seen holding the whisk in one hand and making a gesture with the other hand, and the long sword on his back suddenly came out of its sheath.

For a moment, the sword light was so bright and conspicuous that it was circling back and forth above Li Wujiu's head.

"One gives birth to two, two gives birth to three!" Li Wujiu's face lacked the purity of a Taoist master, but instead had a somewhat gloomy look.

As soon as the words fell, the flying swords that were circling around suddenly split into two, then three, and then they became so dense that the sky above the street was filled with flying swords.

Li Wujiu's body rose up, his foot on a flying sword, his Taoist robe blown by the wind, and he disappeared among the countless flying swords.

"Watch carefully!" Meng Yuan squeezed Jiang Tang's palm hard, "Remember to write down what happened tonight when you go back and report it to your master!"

"..." Jiang Tang looked up and saw that despite the dark night of rain and autumn wind, the sky was much brighter. There were flying swords one after another, and he didn't know how many there were.

As countless flying swords circled, everyone felt a tremor in their hearts, as if the flying swords were entangled in pain.

"Fellow Daoist Xie is injured, so I will only use 70% of my strength today." Li Wujiu hid among the countless flying swords, and showed up from time to time. He was still standing on a flying sword, more than ten feet off the ground. It really fits what Xie Yisheng said just now: those who are good at defense hide under the nine earths; those who are good at attack move above the nine heavens.

After Li Wujiu expressed his attitude, he heard another disdainful voice coming from the dense sword lights, "The method of freezing the body is to kill the heart!"

Countless flying swords fell, and the night suddenly became brighter. Lightning streaked across the sky, "Qian Yuan Thunder!"

Li Wujiu really didn't care. The sword light and lightning light reflected each other and he didn't hold back at all.

"Among people of the same level, whether Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism or martial arts, I am invincible."

Xie Yisheng spoke in a cold and disdainful tone, "You are narrow-minded, you don't have an open mind, you don't have the intention to seek the truth calmly, and you don't even have the demeanor of a Taoist master when you get angry! You are not a Taoist priest at all, and you can't defeat me at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Yishen suddenly rose up and disappeared instantly. Countless thunders and sword lights could not find any trace of Xie Yishen.

(End of this chapter)