Lan Ruochan

Chapter 77 Bamboo Circus Becomes Lingbo Bu
Qingyun's hands were tied behind his back symbolically, but he didn't dare to break free.

Once he breaks free from the rope at this time, the little trick of him and Mr. Chonger helping each other to worship the mountain will be revealed!
He listened to Chong Er's explanation of martial arts all the way, and gradually understood the importance of daily training to the realm of martial arts.

The masters of Xizong have worked hard all their lives to draw their swords, so that they have the power to frighten ghosts and gods with the sword hidden in the sheath.

The disciples of Dongzong practice changing moves every day, so that they can change freely without stagnation when facing the enemy.

What I lack the most is the repeated practice of moves.

After all, Qingyun was only 14 years old, and he began to recall the things he did most often when he was a child, nothing more than...

Play bamboo horses with Chen Wenzan, and recite the Book of Changes with Chen Shu.

These are all instincts that have been imprinted in his cerebellum, and he can deal with them spontaneously without thinking.

It's just that game theory is not martial arts, so how can you deal with the enemy?
Although Qingyun hesitated in his heart, but at this moment the sword was coming urgently, but he didn't have a sword in his hand, so he could only risk it.

He moved his injured right leg out half a step, bent his knee slightly, and took a half-horse step like he used to ride a bamboo horse when he was a child.

The sword came from the Xun position, I stepped on Wuwang, stepped on Zhongfu, my feet were like a room, half leaped and half jumped, my left foot was solid, and my right foot was weak, and I easily avoided the sword.

(Author’s case: Fangxi refers to children’s hopscotch games. If there are similar titles, it is really a coincidence.)
"Huh?" Yuan Chuntuo thought he didn't know Qingyun's god-like footwork. Seeing him dodging his own sword in such a leisurely way, he became very competitive, and his subordinates kept swaying. It's three swords piercing out in a row.

Yuan's swordsmanship came from Tanzong, and Qing Yun had already obtained the answer from Yuan Hong.

He has been studying the sword manual annotated by Gai Kun for some time, and he is naturally familiar with Tanzong's moves.

As soon as Yuan Chuntuo moved his mind, he saw it clearly, predicted the direction, and jumped away in three steps and two steps.

The three sword strikes took only an instant, but the small steps under his feet were not slow. The sword either brushed his body or swept his hair, or never touched Qingyun at all.

"Cunda! Stop!"

Seeing that her daughter was no match for Qingyun, Meng Junting immediately stopped.

Although the latter was not angry, he didn't want to disobey his mother, so he withdrew his sword and retreated angrily, but his eyes still pierced Qingyun like a sharp sword.

Meng Junting's eyebrows were fixed, her expression neither happy nor sad, she calmly said to Qingyun,
"This young man is really good at it.

His right leg was injured, and he was still able to handle the little girl's offensive with ease.

It seems that Yuan Bei was defeated unjustly under your hands. "

Qingyun had always felt guilty about Yuan Bei's death, so he wanted to tell the whole story of that day.

It's just that out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white cloud slowly drifting down, and suddenly thought of something, and the warning sign suddenly appeared.

The person who came was Takahashi Ni, who claimed to be immortal.
According to Mai Shiranui, Takahashi is probably older than Zong Er and has the longest seniority.

Sure enough, when Meng Junting saw Takahashi's arrival, she also bowed and saluted very respectfully.
"Small things, even the seniors were alarmed?"

Takahashi hurriedly reached out to stop her, and knelt down on one knee first, which shocked Meng Junting so much that she couldn't help crying.

But Takahashi still bowed down without hesitation,

"Banzhu Meng, Pindao has already found out about your son.

The murderer is a poor fellow from the same village, the Japanese assassin Shiranui Mai.

Bewitched by the ever-changing traitor, she first stabbed the nobleman and then killed Yuan Bei who was following her.

Nazhihuo and Pindao are also considered acquaintances, and the day before yesterday I was watching and wandering in front of me, but I never thought about..."

In fact, Gao Qiaoni had already got the news of Gao Feique, but he never reported it to Hu Shiyu in detail.

Today, when she heard that it was Qingyun who broke into the mountain, she knew that the matter could no longer be concealed, so she first reported to Hu Shiyu and hurried down the mountain to make a rescue.

Meng Junting's complexion changed drastically when she heard the words, what surprised her the most was not the real murderer's identity,

"You say, who is against it?"

"Various changes!"

"The leader of the three ninjas, the ever-changing Baba of the royal patriarch Sun's family?"

"Exactly."

"Why, why?"

"The subordinates don't know, and Governor Hu is also quite strange.

He wanted to see that boy named Qingyun.

Not only did he want to see him, but both Master Transcendence Tribulation and Master Fengyue wanted to see that kid. "

Chong Er pinched a few strands of knotted beard, squinting at Qing Yun,

Whoops, didn't expect this little guy to be so popular?

It seems that I don't need to take it with him, and he can climb the mountain by his own chance.

The crowd surrounded Qingyun like stars holding the moon and walked up the road.
People at the age of Gao Qiaoni, Chong Er, and Meng Junting naturally didn't talk to him much because of their seniority, but the little sister Yuan Chuntuo was different.

Although she hated Qingyun for hurting brother Nai, she knew the general situation after all.
First, the real culprit has been revealed, and second, he is now an important informant.

The unruly Wang Mei's attitude towards him has naturally changed, and instead she has paid attention to his weird body skills.

Yuan Chuntuo repeatedly questioned the origin of the body technique, but Qingyun couldn't evade it, so he could only rack his brains to come up with a name while it was hot.

Called bamboo horse step?Too vulgar.

Dancing room?There also seems to be something wrong.

He suddenly remembered that he was going to see the Empress Dowager Feng, and thinking of Baode Temple by the Luoshui River that day, Cao Zijian blurted out a famous sentence:

Lingbo microsteps!

right!This name is good!

"The body is swift and flying, erratic like a god, lingering with small steps, and the socks are dusty?"

Yuan Chuntuo casually recited the source of Qingyun's impromptu allusion, and then looked at the young man in front of him, how could he feel like he was like a god, and his socks were dusty?Immediately there was disgust on his face.

Embarrassed by embarrassment, Qingyun hurriedly argued, the focus is on the last two sentences.

"If you move impermanently, if you are in danger, you will be safe. If you are in a difficult period, if you are going, you will be returning. This is the essence of the whole set of steps."

Yuan Chuntuo pouted his mouth,
"Tch, why don't you mutter a few words later?

Turn around the scorpion, smooth and jade-like.The words are not uttered, and the air is like orchids.Huarong is graceful and graceful, making me forget my meal.

That temperament suits you very well!
so gay! "

Seeing that Qingyun was speechless by herself, she felt relieved, and the barrier between the two of them was gradually melting away.

The reason for the name of Wangluo Peak is naturally because when you reach the top, you can look towards Luoshui to the west, and the city of Luoyang is also hidden or visible in the sky.

Of course, this is based on the visibility of the pollution-free air in the fifth century AD.
If it were Wangluo today, the field of vision would be vast, and the sky and earth would be long, which would make one feel sad.

The dirt path up the mountain is not considered a road, it is probably stepped on by people who come and go to transport supplies,

Under some rock walls with a large drop, there are also climbing ropes and baskets for pulling goods.

Qingyun leaned against the mountain wall, looking at the faint city walls on the horizon, suddenly remembered what the Little Dragon King had said that day when he mocked Hu Shiyu,

How can a person like Master Du Qingjie, no matter how far he hides in the ends of the earth, truly cultivate in peace?
The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind never stops.

The nunnery on the top of the mountain is not very grand, much smaller than Xiao Jingling's old paper temple, but it is exquisite everywhere.

The courtyard wall is made of bluestone, and every gap is filled with the same color of mud and smoothed evenly. If you don't look closely, you will almost think it is a whole.

The eaves are all made of ordinary wood, but the spacing and diameter of each round wooden sleeper are almost strictly uniform.

The gate of the temple is made of red lacquer, and the door knocker is also an ordinary copper ring, but there is no trace of patina.
Going inward along the threshold, a walkway is neatly paved with cork horizontal grids to the depths, which is considered the most extravagant decoration here.

In the meditation room, three people sat on the ground,

Except for a few futons and three or five scriptures, there is nothing else.

Two old women and a fat middle-aged man were all in casual clothes at this time, with kind faces, nothing out of the ordinary.

But if any one of them's name was mentioned, it would shake the earth in North China.

These three true Buddhas are naturally Empress Dowager Feng, General Mulan and Hu Baoyi.

Empress Dowager Feng, who was in the middle, raised her head slightly and glanced around, Meng Junting and the others obediently retreated.

Chong Er stepped back in small steps while looking at Mulan,

Seeing her nodding her head slightly, she stood near the door and waited for instructions.

Qingyun stood alone in the room, the most eye-catching,
Although the faces of the people around are very kind, their identities are far different from their own.

He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to speak or move casually, he could only stand still with his head bowed like a child who made a mistake.

(End of this chapter)