Chapter 864 Xiahou Swordsman
In the bedroom.
Qin Yao was lying on the rocking chair, with his feet together on a square stool covered with cotton towels. A pair of cold fingers gently pressed the soles of his feet. Regardless of the technique, the temperature was very warm. Comfortable.
Nie Xiaoqian was a young lady from an official family, an embroidery worker, and was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. After her accidental death, her soul was controlled by her grandmother. She also learned skills such as seducing men and figuring out human nature, but she never let others pinch her. When I touched my feet, I had no idea what to do for a while, so I had to rub them gently and slowly, so the pinching of my feet became more and more like teasing.
Qin Yao's heart felt like still water. He slowly closed his eyes and allowed the female ghost to do what he wanted. His mind gradually relaxed.
He just wants this feeling, and the depth of the opponent's skills is actually not that important. After all, no matter how advanced his skills were, it would still be the same if he didn't have any soreness or pain in his feet.
This pinch lasted for half an hour. Seeing that he kept his eyes closed, Xiaoqian hesitated to speak, and finally forced herself to calm down and work.
"That's it."
As if seeing her micro-expression, Qin Yao suddenly opened his eyes, took out a scroll from his hands, and handed it to the other party: "Thank you for your hard work today. , this is a reward for you."
Xiaoqian's heart moved, she stood up, took the scroll, and slowly unfolded it.
Sure enough, this was the picture that stopped me on the street today.
"Does the Taoist priest know the origin of this painting?" Xiaoqian was so moved that the unpleasant feeling of being enslaved disappeared. She held the scroll with both hands and asked with a complex expression.
Qin Yao looked at her slightly cold figure and said, "I would like to hear the details."
"This painting was made by my father. Shortly after it was completed, I died of illness. .My father buried my ashes under a big tree, and my soul lingered there. Before I could say goodbye to him properly on the tombstone, a group of extremely vicious mountain people emerged from the mountains, killed my parents, and took away their gold and silver. The painting was also looted for no apparent reason. Why did it fall into the hands of that art dealer?" Nie Xiaoqian said quietly.
Qin Yao was silent for a moment and asked: "What happened later, did you take revenge?"
Nie Xiaoqian shook her head, with a hint of helplessness in her smile: "That area is the territory of the red-haired ghost Huahua Taisui. All the villagers in the village are followers of Huahua Taisui. There is even an old man who teaches the Dharma through Tai Sui. He is very powerful. I am not him opponent."
"There are such twists and turns." Qin Yao was delighted to see Xun Xin, and said without hesitation: "Tomorrow night, you will take me with you. I will go to meet the pharaoh and Huahua Taisui in this village."
< br>Nie Xiaoqian was stunned and looked at the other party dreamily.
Ever since her parents left, no one has treated her so well...
"What's wrong with you? You don't have anything to hide, do you?" Seeing her stunned, Qin asked Yao asked proactively.
Nie Xiaoqian shook her head quickly. In her excitement, she jumped towards the opponent like a moth that saw the light. She was unafraid even though she knew how hot the flames were.
What she never expected was that Qin Yao dodged away from her, causing her whole body to hit the rocking chair with a bang, breaking the rocking chair into pieces. .
“Do you want to repay kindness with hatred?”
Qin Yao appeared in front of her with a three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, the tip of the knife pointed at her head.
Nie Xiaoqian: "..."
The ambiguous and charming atmosphere was completely shattered under the cold blade, and Nie Xiaoqian felt aggrieved and amused at the same time.
"I don't want to retaliate, I'm just too excited and grateful, and want to hug you."
"Let's find another way to release our emotions in the future." Qin Yao put away his long hair Knife, said lightly.
Nie Xiaoqian twitched the corner of her mouth, lowered her head and responded with a shrug, "Yes."
"Okay, you can go out." Qin Yao waved. "I'll clean up here first before I go out." Xiaoqian stood up straight from the ground and pointed to the fragments of the rocking chair on the ground.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding."
Shao Qing, a series of weapons clashing sounds suddenly spread from far to near, reaching the room.
Qin Yao came to the window, raised his hand to push open the window, looked up, and saw two figures wielding swords at each other, kicking their legs, and slowly descended from the sky to the courtyard.
“Bang.”
When they were close to the ground, the bearded man among the two suddenly used an iron mountain support and leaned heavily on his opponent's chest. He pushed his body, which was a head higher than his own, into the air and staggered to the ground.
"Brother Xiahou, I accept the concession."
Both feet landed firmly on the ground. The bearded man did not take advantage of the victory to pursue. Instead, he put away his sword and saluted.
"I accept your mother's permission, you are attacking me sneakily." Xiahou Swordsman stood up with his sword and cursed with an angry expression.
"You are depressed, angry, and your sword moves are chaotic and unorganized. You rely on your strong internal strength to hold on. Against ordinary second- and third-rate swordsmen, it is not difficult to defeat them with your profound skills. , But in front of me, if you can't find your composure, you will never be able to defeat me. Don't use sneak attacks as an excuse. How can a sneak attack come from a normal confrontation?" The bearded man said in a deep voice.
"You wait for me." Xiahou Swordsman shouted: "Next time I find you, I will be stronger than you."
"You always say this, but when has it been stronger than me? "The bearded man shook his head.
Xiahou Swordsman snorted coldly and was about to fly away, but unexpectedly a big golden hand suddenly appeared above his head. Shocked, he hurriedly raised his sword and stabbed it. As a result, both the man and the sword were suppressed.
"Buddhist magical power..."
The bearded gaze followed the energy conveyor belt of the Buddha's palm to a room, only to see a burly figure standing like a Yuan Ting Yue Zhi. In front of the window sill, he stretched his palm out of the window and pressed down gently, bending Xiahou Swordsman's sword and causing his legs to gradually sink into the ground.
"Stop!" Xiahou Swordsman cried out in pain after his waist was bent along with the sword.
Qin Yao raised his palm slightly, and the Buddha's hand suppressing the Xiahou swordsman instantly disappeared without a trace.
Xiahou Swordsman was severely framed, his steps staggered, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
Raising his hand and looking at the twisted sword, the Xiahou swordsman threw it to the ground with a look of horror. Looking towards the window sill.
In the 20 years since his debut, he has seen countless martial arts masters, but he has never seen anyone who can exert his true energy to such an extent. It is simply unbelievable.
"You two came to my dojo to fight. You ask me what I want?" Qin Yao asked.
Xiahou Swordsman: "..."
"Sorry to bother you." The bearded man was obviously an honest man, holding the long sword and cupping his fists in salute.
"May I ask to what level you have raised your cultivation level? Could it be that you are an immortal?" Without waiting for Qin Yao's reply, the Xiahou swordsman rushed to the window sill after awakening and asked with his head raised.
As a martial artist, who doesn't long for the immortal way?
If you can enter Taoism through martial arts, become an immortal and become an ancestor, then you can be comparable to myths!
(End of this chapter)