Chapter 282: Monk, I endured it, but I just couldn’t hold it back
While rushing from Dali to Jiangnan, he took time to practice the flame knife traded by Jiumozhi.
Chu Pingsheng feels that the positioning of this set of martial arts is somewhat similar to the Iron Palm Kung Fu in Legend of the Condor Heroes. It may not be as famous as the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but its power, even if it is worse, is not much different. The key point is Whether the user's skill is high or not, he or she cannot practice it enough.
Of course, his Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms come with their own sound, animation and power-charging effects, which are not as powerful as the Iron Palm.
The flame knife has the word "flame" in its name, but it cannot really produce flames. In the novel, Jiumozhi only used it to light Tibetan incense, and then turned it into green smoke to fight with the monks of Tianlong Temple.
He thought that [Achieving the Heavenly Demon of Bliss] would be a big trick, giving the flame knife a flame sword energy, or the effect of flames covering the palm, but it didn't happen, it just gave the effect of blowing smoke.
He was speechless at first. Isn’t this the martial arts version of a smoke bomb?
Smoke Escape: The art of running away if you can’t beat it?
To be honest, it's a bit low, and the resounding name of Flame Knife is in vain.
Until he learned about its secondary application, he didn’t think so anymore. The special effect of the Iron Palm Kung Fu is to harden and hot the palm, a person will be poisoned by fire if he is slapped, and the special effect of the Flame Knife is to spread gray smoke. ,, when the two palm techniques of Iron Palm Kung Fu and Flame Knife are fused together, and one palm is struck, the smoke will contain fire poison. As long as the opponent accidentally inhales it, it will have a lasting impact. Simply speaking, it is equivalent to some games. In the burning state, blood will continue to be deducted.
The key is that this "Iron Palm Flame Knife" is a range attack, and its explosive power may not be as strong as that of the Six-Pulse Divine Sword that can be splashed, but in terms of its insidiousness and long-term field control ability, it can be regarded as a magical skill.
The mighty heavenly dragon subdues the devil's palm.
The Sky Swallowing Toad Kung Fu.
Iron Palm Flame Knife.
Chu Pingsheng stood up and looked at the smoke waves of Taihu Lake through the gaps between the branches and leaves, secretly thinking about what other martial arts worth achieving in the world of Tian Long Ba Bu.
Li Qiushui's White Rainbow Palm power counts as one.
Wu Xingyun (you all like this name, then use this name)’s immortality and eternity skill, or the Bahuang Liuhe solemn power? Count one.
Do you want to get the sacred wood king tripod?
Then there is the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple.
“Amitabha, so good, so good.”
After a few breaths, he jumped off the roof of the wooden house, looked at the sparrows on the ground that had strayed into the fog and were poisoned by him, and sighed heavily.
"Stop crying like a cat and pretending to be compassionate."
Accompanied by a sinister female voice, Baby Gan, who was wearing a lavender dress and had a somewhat baby face, walked up to his Next to him, he handed over a freshly grilled Taihu white fish.
“Humph, you are a Buddhist scum.”
“You are a Buddhist scum after eating grilled fish? Have you never heard of the saying that after wine and meat pass through the intestines, will the Buddha keep it in his heart?” Chu Pingsheng continued After passing the golden color and fragrant grilled fish, I tore off a piece of flexible fish meat and put it into my mouth. There was no hesitation in the whole process. It was obviously not the first time I broke the law.
"Buddha? You, a monster monk, still have a Buddha in your heart?"
"Of course, haven't you heard of Wutian Buddha?"
Gan Baobao thought about it seriously, and she also went to the temple I have worshiped Buddha and made vows here, but I have never heard of the existence of such a Buddha.
"What kind of Buddha is this? What does it control?"
"It governs lawlessness and unbridled behavior."
"You're kidding me!"
Gan Baobao suddenly understood and became angry. His almond-shaped eyes widened and he hit Chu Pingsheng on the back with a palm. Hold it under your arm and you can't pull it out no matter how hard you try.
“Let me go, you perverted monk, let me go.”
Of course Chu Pingsheng will not let go easily: “Amitabha, female donor, you called me a perverted monk all the way, this sudden It’s really not suitable to be a perverted monk.”
As he said, the two of them walked all the way from Dali to Jiangnan, and Gan Baobao scolded them all the way. As for why he was an evil monk and not a perverted monk, The answer is simple, because whenever the word "obscene" comes up, she can't help but think of the scene where she was caught and raped in bed by the empty monk Tongzhong Wanchou. No matter how much she hated him, she would not deliberately embarrass herself and replace "obscene monk" with "Monk", I feel much better.
"Let me go!"
She punched, kicked, pushed and pushed, but the monk in front of him remained motionless, like a petrified King of Ming standing facing the lake.
"What kind of seasoning are the red particles on this fish? It tastes delicious."
Gan Baobao was shocked, his eyes became erratic, and he stopped pushing and shoving. When he was gone, he pretended to be calm and said: "This is a grass fruit that is a specialty of Dali. It is dried and ground into powder. It can very well remove the fishy smell in meat."
"That's right, it's a good thing. I can’t have it all to myself, how about you take a piece too?” Chu Pingsheng tore off the best piece of meat from the fish bone beam and put it in her hands, loosened the restraints, turned around slowly, and stared at her with a harmless smile. .
There was a bit of burnt fish skin stuck to the corner of his mouth, which was so oily that he looked a little funny. However, Mrs. Zhong was not in the mood to make fun of her at all. She hesitated for a moment and said: "This fish is not big, so give me a piece. You can’t eat enough.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“This…” Gan Baobao looked at the red powder on the fish that had been carved with a flower knife, and could only bite the bullet. He put the fish meat that Monk Kong was kindly sharing into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it.
Chu Pingsheng smiled and asked: "Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious."
"It's delicious, just eat more."
"No, no, no, I don't like fish."
"Oh. "
The monk smiled at her, turned around, continued to look at the lake, tearing the fish apart, and put pieces of fragrant fish meat into his mouth. The fish bones were picked clean, and even a trace of minced meat residue was visible. Less than.
Gan Baobao always felt that there was something playful in the corner of his eye when he turned around, as if he had seen through her little trick, but he seemed not to.
He was eating the fish and she was frying it, as if it was not the fish that had just been roasted, but her.
Qin Hongmian is nicknamed Shura Dao and is good at using poison. Her nickname is Qiao Yaocha. They belong to the same sect. It makes no sense that Qin Hongmian is good at using poison. She knows nothing about it.
The red powder is of course not a grass fruit, but a poison made from the crushed tail needles of red sand scorpions. Because it tastes similar to star anise, it is very confusing and is often used to poison food.
For more than half a month, Monk Kong has treated her like a mother - washing and cooking, leading horses and feeding grass, dealing with traders and footmen, fighting against snakes, insects, mosquitoes and flies, these are all hers Work.
You must know that when she was in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations, she was the treasure in Zhong Wanchou's hands. How often had she been treated like this? If she hadn't known that there was a disparity in strength between the two sides and they couldn't beat him, she would have exploded long ago.
Looking at Wuxi after Taihu Lake, the monk used to eat dry food. This morning, a bird appeared in his mouth and wanted to eat grilled fish. He also ordered her to go to Taihu Lake to get it, while she went to As soon as I sat on the wooden roof, I started practicing.
How could she miss such a good opportunity, so she added some ingredients to the grilled fish, thinking that it would not matter if the monk was a good martial artist, but he was poisoned by the red sand scorpion tail needle, and he would die if he did not take the antidote for an hour. He will die from intestinal perforation and belly rot.
Although she was forced to take a bite of grilled fish sprinkled with poison, she had the antidote, so she just had to take it when she had time.
“This weather... it’s going to rain.”
Chu Pingsheng's emotion interrupted her meditation.
"Hurry up and pack your things and leave. I'm late. I'll have to settle the account wherever I go to find my bag."
Seeing him walking towards Taihu Lake, Gan Baobao breathed a sigh of relief and secretly swallowed After taking the antidote, he went to the wooden house to get the baggage and weapons. He held the long sword in his left hand and the baggage on his right shoulder. He followed them with anxiety and vague expectation.
Uneasiness is the fear that the monk will discover that the grilled fish is poisonous, and anticipation is the hope that he will die from the poison of the red sand scorpion.
……
Crash.
Sure enough, as Chu Pingsheng said, the awning boat sailed for a while, but before it reached the center of the lake, countless raindrops fell and splashed countless water splashes. The broad-boned and strong boatman was already prepared and picked up and put the boat down. I put on my coir raincoat at my feet, straightened my bamboo hat on my head, and swayed and sang on the mist-shrouded water.
Chu Pingsheng smiled and listened in the cabin, knowing that this was just like the car horn in later generations, to remind the ship in the fog that there was someone here, be careful when rowing, don't hit it, capsizing is a small matter , if a guest who cannot handle water falls into the lake and drowns, the problem will be huge.
"Well..."
At this moment, a long-drawn-out hum came from the cabin. Chu Pingsheng looked back and saw Gan Baobao leaning against the side of the boat, his arms Her cheeks were red and her eyes were blurred. She couldn't help but pull the skirt of her long skirt to reveal her white neck. With her other hand, she tightly grasped the bayberry that the boatman invited her to eat.
"Mrs. Zhong, are you okay?"
"There seems to be something wrong with this bayberry..." Her eyes were full of tears, her breath was like blue, and her face looked like she was drunk.
Chu Pingsheng picked up a red bayberry from the plate behind him and took a bite: "What do you mean? I have already eaten three or four of them, why are there no problems at all?"
“But…but I’m so…so hot…”
“Did I catch the cold from the wind on the lake?”
Chu Pingsheng held the sleeve of the monk's robe in his right hand with his left hand, stretched out his hand and tried it on her forehead.
Gan Baobao seemed to have been electrocuted. His face became redder and his eyes became blurred. The hand on his chest pulled at the hem of his clothes twice more. He tossed and turned as if he was uncomfortable no matter how he lay down.
"You...help me up...go outside...to get some air, maybe it will be fine."
"This is not good, men and women cannot be intimate, and I am a monk ."
"You... are a fake monk."
"I am a true monk." Chu Pingsheng bowed forward and twisted his bald head: "Madam, please look, one, two, three, four, five, six, no more, no less, six ring scars, representing the six purity, the four elements are empty .”
(End of this chapter)