Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 174 Do you know?I miss you (I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

It was already nightfall, and the dense woods could not block the watery moonlight.

Four figures were fighting in a mass, criss-crossing each other, coming and going, swords and swords roaring, and the sound of clashing weapons could be heard from time to time, making a clanging sound that made people's scalp numb.

"Dangdang!"

Lu Nianchou fought to the point of boiling, and his understanding of swordsmanship and swordsmanship became more and more thorough. He was even able to think of some secrets that he had never thought of before through the sword.

"When swordsmanship and swordsmanship reach the superior state, they must conform to the principles of heaven and earth. Therefore, the predecessors and sages realized the Tao by observing the heaven and earth, and thus developed various magical skills."

"Yang Guo's mastery of martial arts is better than that of Jin Lun Dharma King, and he also relied on his self-made Sad Soul Palm."

"Whether it's the principles of heaven and earth, or the seven emotions and six desires, you can take your martial arts to a higher level."

A thought suddenly occurred to him and he murmured: "Could this be the so-called way of heaven and the way of humanity? Is the realm of heaven and man related to these two paths?"

With this thought, Lu Nianchou had a new understanding and insight into many mysteries of his own martial arts, just like the clouds were clearing and the sun was revealed.

The light of the sword suddenly looked like the sun across the sky, the light of the sword suddenly looked like the claws of a demon, the yin and yang changed, and the power increased greatly.

The white-clothed lama and the beautiful young woman were caught off guard and were killed by Lu Nianchou with one blow after another. They could only parry but were unable to fight back.

Seeing this, the previously injured Mongolian general swung his meteor hammer and joined the battle circle again.

Lu Nianchou let out a long roar, filled with overwhelming pride, and swept the three of them into the shadow of swords and swords. The rabbits were rising and the snipes were falling, opening and closing vertically and horizontally, and the swordsmanship and the swordsmanship were seamlessly integrated.

Whatever you want, you can do it with ease and incisively and vividly.

It is indeed a rare opportunity to have such a master try the knife.

When the battle reached its peak, Lu Nianchou had a deeper understanding of the secret of Yin-Yang sword killing.

"The secrets of the Nine Yang Manual and the Nine Yin Manual can be integrated into swords. This is the way of heaven."

"But Nine Yin and Nine Yang are the paths of predecessors, and it is difficult for me to completely fit in. No wonder those senior masters, no matter what kind of magical skills they obtain, will eventually embark on the path of self-created martial arts."

"The road to heaven is illusory, and those principles and principles need to be understood and polished slowly. It is not something that can be accomplished in a day."

"But the path of humanity, the seven emotions and six desires, I can simply try."

He glanced at the bright moon in the sky and suddenly thought of Li Mochou, and he felt an indescribable tenderness in his heart.

Even the long knife in his hand seemed to be a little gentler, but the gentle light of the knife was a little faster and sharper than before.

The Mongolian general was already injured, and he was caught off guard. When the long sword fell, with a "clang" sound, three of the fingers on his right hand were cut off.

The man screamed in pain, and the meteor hammer suddenly fell to the ground. Lu Nianchou's sword light flew past, and he flew up with a kick, hitting the opponent's lower abdomen, and kicked the man away.

He slashed back with his sword to deflect the vajra that came from behind, and his movement was slightly stagnant.

The charming and charming young woman seized the opportunity, and a long sword in her hand suddenly filled the sky with sword light, and came towards him.

The lama in white also shouted angrily, and the vajra slammed down again.

These three people are all experts at the level of Tantric elders. They usually live in seclusion and are guests of the high-level officials of the Mongol Empire. They will only show up when they are massacring a city and destroying a country and encountering difficult masters.

At this time, he burst out with all his strength, and his power was three points stronger. The vajra roared, and the sword edge was cold, forcing Lu Nianchou into danger almost instantly.

However, at this time, Lu Nianchou was thinking about Li Mochou's figure and turned a blind eye to the onslaught. The moonlight reflected on the sword, and there was an unspeakable longing and sadness in his heart.

During this trip to the south of the Yangtze River, Master Mochou was left behind, and he became inseparable from Cheng Ying. This kind of entanglement continued over time and became confusing.

"Master Mochou, are you okay now?"

Seeing that the weapons were about to hit his body, the swords in his hands intertwined, and then danced like a whirlwind, sparks of lightning shooting out from the enemy's weapons.

The foundation of his magical skills and skills at this time was deeper than that of most innate experts. With a single thought, his swordsmanship and swordsmanship changed.

bang!bang!bang!

Sword after sword, getting faster and colder, even filled with an invisible sadness that makes people want to cry.

Lu Nianchou's eyes darkened, but his sword skills became more and more fierce, and the sword light became even colder. His strength became stronger as he fought, but his mind became more and more troubled. With a loud shout, he followed the sword and broke into the enemy's sword net. .

A series of sword clashing sounds sounded like a heavy rain hitting plantains. The beautiful young woman lightly raised her bare hands and danced the long sword with sword flowers, exploding like starlight, revealing its sharp edge.

Lu Nianchou moved quickly, his body flew past the shadow of the sword like a white horse passing through the gap, and he crashed directly into the woman's arms.

The beautiful young woman did not expect that his body skills were so exquisite.In shock, he activated the secret flying magic method, and retreated as fast as a flying fairy.

It's a pity, there's still no time!

The white-clothed lama shouted that he was not good, raised his strength, and waved the vajra to Lu Nianchou's back.

Lu Nianchou's body flashed, his sword turned into an arc, and he moved behind the enemy, letting him block in front of him.

Seeing this, the lama in white had to stop and retreat.

But at this moment, the beautiful woman stood frozen on the spot, a streak of blood appeared on her white and tender neck, and then she fell to the ground with a pop.

The white-clothed lama was stunned and saw that there was no joy on Lu Nianchou's face. He just sighed, turned around, pointed his sword diagonally, and said: "Great monk, it's your turn next!"

"I will use your life to prove it. If you can block the move I just learned, I will spare your life." The lama in white suddenly sweated on his forehead and felt extremely heavy pressure. He held the vajra in his hand. Veins exposed.

Lu Nianchou ignored him. The swords in his hands were intertwined, and an unprecedented tenderness appeared on his face, as if all his thoughts and affection were focused on the pair of swords.

"A bright moon is born at sea, and the world is here."

"A lover resents Yao Ye, but she falls in love with her in the evening."

His voice spread in the night wind, accompanied by the rustling of leaves and the cool moonlight, lingering for a long time.

"This sword of mine is called the Mingyue Sword;"

"My sword is called the Love Sword;"

From the shining blade, he seemed to see Li Mochou's cold face, and on the cold sword edge, he glimpsed the shadow of Cheng Ying standing in front of the window, looking into the distance.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but let out a faint sigh, "May my sword be as long as the moon, cutting off the road to the end of the world; the light of my sword is like tears, sending my love from afar."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword buzzed and tore through the sky in an instant.

At this moment, even Mrs. Miaoyu and the red-robed Lama, who were fighting on the side, changed their expressions. They retreated and looked at the field.

"careful!"

The lama in red was a clear observer and could tell at a glance that his companion was already frightened by Lu Nianchou before he made a move. If the sword fell, there would be death or no life.

But it's too late!

The moment the sword was raised, Lu Nianchou's figure seemed to shrink to an inch, crossing the horizon in one step.

The sword was as long as the moon, tearing apart thousands of miles of the horizon, piercing through the night in an instant, extremely fast and extremely gentle;

The sword light is like tears, lingering, delicate and long, inseparable, like a lover's tears, falling like a rain curtain, expressing endless regret of separation and endless thoughts.

The swords crisscrossed each other, and even the moonlight in the sky seemed dim at this moment; even the boundless night felt sad for the sword light.

The white-clothed lama felt a bright moon rising in front of his eyes, as if he saw the back of a woman crying against the moon. In a daze, the sword light had already reached her body.

Only then did he react, let out a hysterical shout, and danced the Vajra in his hand crazily.

However, the bright moon knife that tore through the sky disappeared in an instant without a trace;
The delicate and lingering Acacia sword is like fireworks exploding. After the brilliance, only the silence of the night is left, and it is gone as soon as it is released.

"Chong!"

A pair of swords returned to their scabbards. Lu Nianchou turned his back to the enemy and walked slowly towards the distance. However, his figure looked a little lonely, and he did not have the joy and joy of killing the enemy.

He looked at the bright moon in the sky. It was the fifteenth day of August. The moonlight was as bright as water, making people feel tender in their hearts.

He couldn't help but think of Li Mochou and that gentle woman.

Since ancient times, men have been so lucky. I just hope that I can live up to them in the future.

"Master, I miss you!"

"What are you doing now?"

A gust of night wind blew by, causing the leaves among the trees to tremble, making people feel a little desolate for no reason.

After seeing the sword strike, the red lama flew back and left without saying a word.

Mrs. Miaoyu's red lips moved slightly, and the swords and swords seemed to still appear in her pupils, which was unforgettable.

"What a gentle sword, what a lingering sword!"

There is no doubt that Lu Nianchou's swordsmanship and swordsmanship has reached the level of a master master. Although it is not a complete swordsmanship, this move alone is enough to challenge the five masters.

If one day a whole set of sword techniques can be upgraded to this level, it will be at the level of the Five Ultimate Skills in the World.

Under heaven and man, enough to be respected!
"It won't be long before he will be another martial arts legend!"

Li Mochou, who was riding an old cow dozens of miles away, felt sad for some reason. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and the shadow of the young man appeared in his mind.

Maybe it was because the night was too quiet, or maybe it was because there was no one around, a strong longing surged in her heart, which turned over and over again and again, and she couldn't let it go.

"Nianchou, do you know? I miss you!"

Thousands of miles away in Lujiazhuang, Jiaxing, there was also a woman in Tsing Yi opening her window and looking at the bright moon in the sky.

There was an indescribable loneliness on her pretty face, as fair as jade, as she missed the young man with whom she was engaged.

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has its cloudy and sunny days."

"This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times, I hope people will live long and live together in a thousand miles!"

He was obviously trying to comfort himself, but at this moment, he couldn't help but shed a tear.

"Lu Lang, are you okay now?"

　I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and may lovers finally get married!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)