Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 282: Monk, I can bear it, but I can’t hold it back

From Dali to Jiangnan, while rushing on the road, he took time to practice the flame knife traded by Jiumozhi.

Chu Pingsheng felt that the positioning of this set of martial arts was a bit similar to the Iron Palm Kung Fu in The Legend of the Condor Heroes. It might not be as famous as the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but its power, even if it is worse, is not much different. The key depends on the skill of the user. High, you can’t practice 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 actually 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?

Yandun: The art of running away if you can't beat him?

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 was to harden and hot the palm, and a person would be poisoned by fire if hit by the palm. The special effect of the Flame Knife was to spread gray smoke. It was like an Iron Palm. The two palm techniques of Gong and Flame Knife are fused together. When fired with one palm, the smoke contains fire poison. As long as the opponent accidentally inhales it, it will have a lasting effect. Simply put, it is equivalent to the burning state in some games. It lasts Deduction of blood.

"Hmph, Buddhist scum."

"What kind of Buddha is this? What does it matter?"

Accompanied by a sinister female voice, Gan Baobao, who was wearing a lavender dress and had a somewhat baby face, walked up to him and handed over a freshly roasted Taihu white fish.

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.

Li Qiushui's White Rainbow Palm power counts as one.

The mighty heavenly dragon subdues the devil's palm.

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 worthy of being achieved in the world of Tian Long Ba Bu.

"Those who control lawlessness and run rampant."

The Heaven Swallowing Toad Kung Fu.

Wu Xingyun (you all like this name, then use this name)’s immortality and eternity technique, or the Bahuang Liuhe self-respecting technique? Count one.

Gan Baobao thought about it seriously. She had also gone to the temple to worship Buddha and made wishes, but she had never heard of the existence of such a Buddha.

Do you want to get the sacred wood king tripod?
Then there is the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple.

"You fool me!"

"Of course, haven't you heard of Wutian Buddha?"

"Buddha? You monster monk still has Buddha in your heart?"

Gan Baobao understood immediately, became angry with embarrassment, his almond-shaped eyes widened, and hit Chu Pingsheng on the back with a palm, but he turned his body away and tucked the smooth and tender arm under his armpit, and could not pull it out no matter how hard he tried.

"If you eat grilled fish, you are a scum of Buddhism? Have you never heard of the saying that wine and meat have passed through the intestines? Do you keep it in the heart of the Buddha?" Chu Pingsheng took the golden-colored, fragrant grilled fish, tore off a piece of pliable fish meat with his hands, and put it in the heart of the Buddha. When I put it in my mouth, I didn’t see a trace of hesitation in the whole process. It was obviously not the first time I had broken the habit.

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

Iron Palm Flame Knife.

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.

"Stop crying like a cat and pretending to be compassionate."

"Let me go, you perverted monk, let me go."

Of course, Chu Pingsheng would not let go easily: "Amitabha, female benefactor, you have called me a demon monk all the way, and I am suddenly replaced by a lewd monk. I am really not used to it."

Indeed, as he said, the two of them walked all the way from Dali to Jiangnan, and Gan Baobao scolded her all the way. As for why he was a demon monk and not a lecherous monk, the answer is simple, because whenever the word "lewd" is mentioned, he can't help but think of her being raped. In the scene where Monk Kong was caught in bed with Zhong Wanqiu, no matter how much she hated him, she would not deliberately embarrass herself. She would feel much better if she replaced "obscene monk" with "demon monk".

"Let me go!"

She punched, kicked, pushed and pushed, but the monk in front of him remained motionless, like a petrified King 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 people. He pretended to be calm and said: "This is a grass fruit special to Dali. It is dried and ground into powder, which can remove the flesh very well." The fishy smell in food.”

"That's right. You can't keep good things to yourself. How about you also have a piece?" Chu Pingsheng tore off the most essential piece of meat from the fish bone beam and put it in her hands. He loosened the restraints, turned around slowly, and took the humans and animals with him. He 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 get enough to eat.”

"It doesn't matter."

"This..." Gan Baobao looked at the red powder on the fish that had been carved with a flower knife for a while, and could only bite the bullet and put the fish that Monk Kong had "kindly" shared into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it.

Chu Pingsheng smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"good to eat."

"If it tastes good, just eat more."

"No, no, I don't like fish."

"Oh."

The monk smiled at her, turned around, and continued to look at the lake, tearing the fish apart, and put pieces of fragrant fish meat into his mouth. The bones of the fish were clean, and not even a trace of minced meat residue could be seen.

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's nickname is Shura Dao and he is good at using poison. Her nickname is Qiao Yaocha. They are from the same sect. It makes no sense that Qin Hongmian is good at using poison and she knows nothing about it.

The red powder is of course not a strawberry, but a poison made from the crushed tail needles of red sand scorpions. Because it has a similar taste to star anise, it is very confusing and is often used to poison food.

For more than half a month, Monk Kong had treated her like a mother--washing and cooking, leading horses and feeding grass, dealing with traders and footmen, and fighting against snakes, insects, mosquitoes and flies, these were all her jobs.

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 passing Taihu Lake, the monk used to eat dry food, but this morning he asked her to eat grilled fish, and ordered her to go to Taihu Lake to get it, while she sat on the wooden roof and practiced Get up and work.

How could she miss such a good opportunity, so she added some ingredients to the grilled fish, thinking that no matter how good the monk was in martial arts, if she was poisoned by the red sand scorpion tail needle, if she didn't take the antidote for an hour, she would suffer from intestinal perforation and death. Death.

Although she was also 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 go. You're late. I won't be able to find a bag to settle the account."

Gan Baobao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him walking towards Taihu Lake. He secretly swallowed an antidote and went to the wooden house to get his baggage and weapons. He held a long sword in his left hand and a baggage on his right shoulder. He followed him with uneasiness and vague expectation. Go up.

The uneasiness is the fear that the monk will discover that the grilled fish is poisonous, and the 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. Before it reached the center of the lake, countless raindrops fell and countless water splashes were seen. The broad-boned and strong boatman was already prepared and picked up the raincoat shawl placed at his feet. Go up, straighten the bamboo hat on your head, and sing loudly 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 heavy fog that there was someone here, be careful when rowing, don't hit it, capsizing is a small matter, but it really has to be impervious to water. The guest officer fell into the lake and drowned, and the problem became bigger.

"Um……"

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 ship, his cheeks flushed, his eyes blurry, and he couldn't help but tug at the skirt of his long skirt. , revealing her white neck, and holding tightly the bayberry that the boatman invited to eat with her other hand.

"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, put it to his mouth and took a bite: "What do you mean? I've already eaten three or four of them, why are there no problems at all?"

"But...but I'm so...so hot..."

"Did you catch the cold due to 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... and get some air, maybe it will be fine."

"Isn't this good? Men and women are not close to each other, 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)