Chapter 130 I want to be the leader
Chu Pingsheng walked over, grabbed her chin and pushed it to the right. He looked at the red palm print on the left cheek and teased her.
“To be the leader of the Emei Sect.”
He... wants to be the leader of the Emei Sect?
Ding Minjun thinks this is an unfunny joke. Who in the entire martial arts community doesn’t know that the head of the Emei Sect must be succeeded by a woman who has not left the cabinet, and that men have no status. He wants to be the head of the Emei Sect? It's just wishful thinking.
"Devil, you... you are daydreaming!"
Chu Pingsheng felt very ridiculous. There was something wrong with Ding Minjun's brain circuit. He just called him a thief, and now he calls him a devil. A twenty-year-old Don't you think it's awkward for a five or six year old woman to call a sixteen year old boy a devil?
"Really? Let alone whether I can sit as the head of the Emei Sect, you can't anyway."
As he said this, he took Ding Minjun's wrist and pulled it He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sweaty forearms. The originally bright red gecko sand three inches above his wrists had turned into light red.
Ding Minjun stared intently at the increasingly lighter red dots, with hatred at the corner of his mouth, a miserable expression, and tears in his eyes.
She dreamed of inheriting the legacy of Master Miejie and becoming the head of the Emei Sect. For this ideal, she practiced hard and made all kinds of calculations. Now she saw that she had Ji Xiaofu's handle, so she just waited for the right time to deliver a fatal blow. Unexpectedly...she was actually slept with by an insignificant fifth-generation male disciple.
The hope was dashed. The more Ding Minjun thought about it, the more he collapsed and became more and more crazy.
"Devil, you...kill me...kill me...if you don't kill me...I won't let you go."
Of course Chu Pingsheng Ding Minjun will not care about her threat. Ding Minjun has been hit by Qijue Wuyingsha. As long as she uses the succubus cultivation method, given time, she will become a succubus like Huang Rong and Yinggu.
That is to say, he just doesn't want to do it for the time being. What Ding Minjun said above may seem strong, but in fact they are all angry words. Just seeing that she didn't call for help when Fan Chong came, it showed that she didn't want the scandal to be leaked.
As the eldest sister of a fourth-generation lay disciple, she was slept with by a fifth-generation male disciple who was ten years younger than her. Once word of this got out, there would be no place for her in the entire world, let alone the Emei Sect.
Unless she wishes to die, or finds a place where no one knows the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng to end her remaining life.
With her character, will she be willing to do so? Of course not.
“For a woman who wants to kill me, I have a principle as a human being. I can kill her with a backhand sword, but if she sleeps with her, I will not take another life. Well, let’s call it...beauty. Take your life."
These words were naturally meant to tease Ding Minjun. As a demon cultivator, the woman he had slept with still wanted to escape from his grasp?
"Devil... don't even think about... insulting me again." Ding Minjun hunched over, his eyes widened with anger as he continued to curse.
Chu Pingsheng shook his head, picked up the long sword that fell on the ground with his feet and threw it to her side.
"I won't kill you since I said I won't kill you. If you really want to die, just wipe your own neck." After leaving these words, he simply turned and left.
Tap, step, step...
Listen to the footsteps getting farther and farther.
Ding Minjun stared at the long sword flashing with cold light in front of him, slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt.
The thin eyebrows were twisted and twisted, the nose was wrinkled and wrinkled, the eyes were narrowed and narrowed, and the expression was sometimes gloomy, sometimes fierce, sometimes confused, and sometimes sad.
Finally, her hand trembled slightly and let go of the sword.
"No, I can't die, I can't just let that kid get away with it...I want to live...live to see the day he dies."
She shook her head violently, her eyes becoming serious. , seems to make a painful decision, and seems to find a suitable reason for oneself to survive in this world.
Two hours later, Chu Pingsheng went to the martial arts arena and listened to Master Jingzhen's explanation before returning to Pichai Courtyard. When he walked into the main room, he saw that Ding Minjun was nowhere to be found.
As he expected, this woman is not the kind of chaste and fierce woman who hangs herself on a rope when she disagrees. She is greedy for life and afraid of death, selfish, jealous of talents and talents, which is what she should be.
In response to this, he just groaned and smiled and stopped thinking about it. He took his long sword and went to the yard to practice the third form of the Golden Summit Buddha's Light among the Nine Golden Summit Moves taught by Master Jingzhen.
Tuck your waist, turn your hands, spin your body, make a false step like a snake, straighten the sword more quickly, lift the sword and sweep it across, then twist and slash.
A sword.
Two swords.
Three swords.
From the golden top of the Buddha worshiping the mountain, to the golden top of the second posture and ten directions of nectar, to the golden top of the third posture of the golden Buddha's light, Chu Pingsheng stood in the wind, waving his hands and feet, sword under the moonlight The shadows intersect, one sword is as fast as the other, and the other is as crazy as the other.
As he practiced, he jumped up suddenly and aimed at the big iron hook on the clothesline used to hang bacon.
Ding……
The crisp and melodious sound spread out around like ripples caused by a stone falling into the water.
Whoosh. Chu Pingsheng withdrew his move and stepped back, holding the long sword upside down and standing upright behind him.
"It's a pity..."
It's a pity that he doesn't have much true energy in his body, which is less than one-fiftieth of the peak of the world in Legend of the Condor Heroes. If he has enough skill , the entire Mount Emei could hear the bell-like sound just now... or the sound of Zen.
The Nine-Yang Divine Skill is as famous as the Nine-Yin Manual, but the focus is different. The latter covers a wider range of topics. In addition to Huang Shang's own practice experience, it also records the enemy's martial arts, such as the Nine-Yin White Bone Claw, the White Python Whip, and the Heart-Destroying Palm. flow.
Nine Yang Divine Skills emphasizes internal strength. In other words, in terms of internal strength training, Nine Yang Divine Skills is stronger than the Yi Jin Tong Bone Chapter in the Nine Yin Manual.
The quality of internal strength is related to the invocation of the Seven Shadowless Shadows. In the world of Legend of the Condor Heroes, he practiced the Yijin Bone Forging Medal, and even with all his strength, he could only use the Seven Shadowless Shadows to subdue the dragon once. Eighteen palms.
What does this mean? The Yijin Forging Bone Medal, which is stronger than the Quanzhen Heart Technique, is not advanced enough, so this time when he enters the world of Yi Tian Slaying the Dragon, he is determined to obtain the Nine Yang Divine Technique.
As for Emei Nine Yang Gong, for the Five Generations disciples, only the core female disciples can practice it, and male disciples who have been initiated for less than ten years cannot practice it.
Of course, from his perspective, he would not look down on Emei Nine Yang Gong. Zhang Wuji practiced Wudang Nine Yang Gong when he was young, and later learned the full version of Nine Yang Magic. He gave a Wudang Nine Yang Gong scripture that was less than ten percent of the original version. According to one evaluation, even if Guo Xiang's memory is better than that of Zhang Junbao when he was young, the Emei Nine Yang Gong scriptures account for two-tenths of the original version.
Can Wudang Nine Yang Kung, Emei Nine Yang Kung, and Shaolin Nine Yang Kung together be half as good as the original version? He doubted it.
The problem now is that the Nine Yang Magic is in the belly of the white ape, and the white ape lives in Kunlun Mountain. Kunlun Mountain is so big, where can we find the white ape?
Even if you want to find it, you have to practice Qing Gong well before you can fly over eaves, walk over walls, and walk on flat ground. Excellent Qing Gong must be used in conjunction with profound internal strength, so things have come full circle and come back to the starting point, even if you look down on Emeijiu You have to find a way to get Yang Gong.
Another option is to go to Zhongnan Mountain, enter the Tomb of the Living Dead, and find the woman in yellow to unlock the Nine Yin Manual.
As for the Quanzhen Sect, it’s time to invest in it.
Wang Chongyang and the Quanzhen Seventh Son Quan Xia knew well, and they were afraid that they would be angered to death by these unscrupulous descendants.
Of course, there is another way that is not a solution...
"Junior Brother Chu, Junior Brother Chu."
At this time, there were chaotic footsteps outside, Fan Chong led Two male disciples, not much older than him, walked over.
"What's wrong? Senior Brother Fan."
Chu Pingsheng quickly suppressed his messy thoughts and braced himself to deal with the intruder.
“I just heard the strange sound of bells and bells in Wuyou Building, which seemed to disturb people’s minds. I felt it was coming from here. I was a little worried, so I called Junior Brother Dong and Junior Brother Wang to come over and investigate. You How are you, are you okay? "
Chu Pingsheng had a good impression of Fan Chong. Although this senior brother did not dare to scold Hu Fengying like Ji Xiaofu, he took good care of him in daily life and would follow him. The younger brother, who has just started, explains the essence of Emei Boxing and Emei Swordsmanship.
“I’m fine.”
Fan Chong frowned slightly when he saw how lightly he spoke: "The sound of the bell just now, do you know where it came from?"
Chu Pingsheng's heart moved.
"Senior brother, is this what you are talking about?"
After saying this, he gently drew the long sword, stepped into the Xun position, his wrist trembled, and stabbed three times with the sword, which was the golden top The second form among the nine postures is the nectar of ten directions.
Ding.
bite.
Ding...
With every attack, the tip of the sword accurately hit the fine iron hook under the clothesline, making a Zen sound like a chime or a bell.
After Chu Pingsheng finished his demonstration, he turned around and saw Fan Chong and two senior brothers, Dong and Wang, standing there blankly, with stiff expressions and dull eyes.
“Ahem, three senior brothers?”
After being reminded by him, Fan Chong and the others woke up with shock on their faces.
"The sound of the bell just now... turned out to be caused by my junior brother's sword practice..."
Fan Chong walked under the hemp rope, took off the iron hook, and turned it over and over. Look, there is nothing unusual except for a few scratches left by being stabbed with a long sword.
“Junior brother, look, I don’t know what material this iron hook is made of, but it can actually make a bell sound.”
(End of this chapter)