Planar martial arts myth

()Looking at the nostalgia and sadness on the face of the beauty under the moon, Ling Muyun gently hugged Huang Rong's fragrant shoulders, then walked to the grave, knelt down on the ground, respectfully bowed a few times, and said "Auntie, if you know me, don't worry, I will treat Rong'er well in the future and won't make her feel wronged in the slightest."

"Brother Yun..." Huang Rong's voice was slightly choked up, and tears glistened in her eyes.

Getting up from the ground, Ling Muyun reached out to caress Huang Rong's pretty cheeks, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly, "Rong'er, shall I go first?"

"En." Huang Rongzhen nodded lightly.

Ling Muyun immediately left Huang Rong, spared the tomb, and flew away following the sound of the flute.The path in the island is twists and turns, and after a short walk, the road ahead has been cut off. If you want to go forward, you can only take a detour, but the road is twists and turns, and you don't know where you will go.But listening to the sound of the flute, it is clearly not far ahead.

Ling Muyun once walked this kind of strange road that circles back and forth in Guiyun Manor. At present, he doesn't care whether the road is passable or not, just follows the sound of the flute, and when there is no way to go, he walks up the tree. The sound of the flute became clearer.

At this moment, the sound of the flute changed, high and low, forward and backward, it sounded like it was not far away, but it still couldn't catch up to it.He listened to the sound and ran to the east, the sound of the flute was suddenly in the west, and when he followed the sound to the north, the sound of the flute suddenly came out in the south, it seemed that there were more than ten people lying around, playing the flute one after another to tease him.

Ling Muyun's heart suddenly became clear, knowing that Huang Yaoshi probably discovered him and didn't want him to get involved, so he kept changing positions.However, since Ling Muyun has made up his mind to blend in, naturally he will not give up because of this.Leaping up to the top of the tree, activating the demon seeds in his mind, the power of spiritual thoughts emanated out like a tide, and immediately engulfed the surrounding space of one zhang square like a silk net into the shroud of the spiritual force field.

With the help of the spiritual force field.Ling Muyun carefully felt the direction of the air flow, and then judged the direction based on this.After all, Huang Yaoshi can constantly change his own position, making the direction of Xiao Sheng fluctuate, but he can't change the direction of air flow. As long as he has the wind direction as a reference, it is easy to find the direction to go.

Although Ling Muyun can also rely on stargazing to determine the direction, but the stars in the sky are too far away, and according to the position of the stars, they can only distinguish the general direction.It is guaranteed that there will be no confusion between east, west, north and south, but when it comes to the detailed orientation, it is somewhat unreliable.

This is also the reason why Ling Muyun jumped on the treetops. In the woods, affected by the flowers and trees, the direction of air flow changes.It cannot be used as a reference. Only by jumping on the treetops and feeling the unimpeded air flow at high places can we accurately identify the direction.

At the moment Ling Muyun no longer fell into the forest, but only flew over the trees, defying the wind.In this way, I will not lose my way again.

At this moment, the tone of Xiao's voice changed abruptly.It seems to be smiling, it seems to be whispering, and it is so soft that people can't help but feel their hearts flutter after hearing it.Then the sound of the flute gradually became more and more rapid.It seems to make people dance.Ling Muyun heard it again for a while, only to feel his face flushed, his pulse throbbing, and he just wanted to dance and dance.A little desire deep in his heart was aroused, and he couldn't help but think of him and Princess Jianning when he was in the Luding World.All kinds of scenes when Su Quan and others were lingering to death.

not good!

Ling Muyun was startled immediately, and tried his best to calm down.Because he knew very well that once he moved with the sound of the flute, unless Huang Yaoshi took the initiative to stop blowing, he would never be able to stop, and would continue dancing until he died madly amidst the sound of the flute.

Of course, given his current relationship with Huang Yaoshi, it is impossible for Huang Yaoshi to really take his life, but once he is recruited, embarrassment is always inevitable.He didn't want to show any embarrassment in front of Huang Yaoshi, his prospective father-in-law.

Fortunately, Ling Muyun has a demon seed in his training, and his mental strength is far superior to that of ordinary people. He finally stopped his impulse in time and was not confused by Xiaoyin.However, the sound of flute flute lingers in his ears, but he needs to resist it hard, and has no time to worry about other things.

At this moment, Ling Muyun's heart suddenly moved, and suddenly he stimulated the magic seed in his brain, manipulating the wisps of spiritual power scattered outside his body to filter and screen the air around him. After all, sound transmission needs air as a As for the medium, it only needs to filter out the air carrying the flute sound, and naturally it will not be able to affect him anymore.

Sure enough, as soon as this method was used, Ling Muyun's ears immediately became much quieter.Most of the flute sounds were immediately blocked out, and only a very small part of them could reach Ling Muyun's ears through the heavy filtering of mental power, but they had already become negligible and had no effect on him. .

Ling Muyun couldn't help but secretly complacent, this trick is still easy to use, if you blow it loudly, I will not hear it in peace.

However, while being proud, Ling Muyun couldn't help secretly marveling at Huang Yaoshi's attainments in sound attack. With such a superb sound attack method in his hands, he would not be afraid to besieged at all. Once the sound of the flute came out, people whose martial arts cultivation level was lower than his Basically, you have to get down, it is a big killer for group attacks!

Feeling a little bit emotional, Ling Muyun continued to move forward, without the interference of Xiao Yin, Ling Muyun's speed suddenly increased a lot, that is, within one or two breaths, he saw a small open space next to the mountain in front of him, and behind the open space, there was A dark shadow seemed to be the entrance of a cave.Ling Muyun was overjoyed, knowing that he probably arrived at the place.

Flying down on the open space, he fixed his eyes on the suspected hole, and indeed saw a pair of crystal eyes shining in the darkness, and at the same time there were bursts of rapid panting sounds.If Ling Muyun guessed correctly, the gasping person should be the old urchin Zhou Botong.

At this time, the sound of the hole flute was erratic and lingering, like a woman sighing, moaning, and calling softly and softly.

Because Ling Muyun had already added a layer of protection, he had little sensitivity to the sound of the flute. Although the melody in the flute was more seductive than before, it didn't have much effect on his ears.But the person on the opposite side was getting more and more out of breath. Hearing his breathing, one could imagine his pain. Obviously, he was trying his best to resist the temptation of Xiao's sound.Ling Muyun walked over slowly, the place was densely populated with flowers and trees, and although there was a bright moon in the sky, the moonlight was blocked by dense branches and leaves, unable to penetrate, until he walked to a place several feet away from him, he could vaguely see his face .

It turned out that this man was sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the cave, with the dark cave behind him.The head is full of long hair, hanging straight to the ground, with long eyebrows and beard, and the nose and mouth are covered.Although Ling Muyun couldn't see his appearance clearly, judging from his savage appearance, this must be the old urchin Zhou Botong who had been imprisoned by Huang Yaoshi for more than ten years.

I saw Zhou Botong stroked his chest with his left hand and put his right hand behind his back. This is the posture Quanzhen taught to practice internal energy. Ling Muyun had seen Guo Jing practice it before, and knew that this was the key to Taoist internal energy to restrain the mind. If he practiced to the highest level, Let you thunder and lightning, water and landslides, completely unaware.But the old urchin Zhou Botong obviously hasn't cultivated to that level, otherwise he wouldn't have to work so hard to resist Huang Yaoshi's Xiaoyin.

At this time, the sound of the flute became more and more urgent, Zhou Botong's body could not help but move along with the sound of the flute, as if he wanted to get up, and then sat down again, sometimes his body stretched out a foot, and finally he sat down again with great concentration .

However, after sitting down, they can only be quiet for a while, and then they are excited by the sound of the flute, and the interval between joy and sitting down is getting shorter and shorter, and it seems that they are about to be unable to hold on.

At this moment, Zhou Botong suddenly yelled: "Huang Laoxie, don't play it, it's really annoying!" As soon as he spoke and made gestures, he was about to jump up, as if he wanted to stand up and fight people desperately.

Seeing this scene, Ling Muyun couldn't help screaming inwardly, he knew that as long as Zhou Botong got up, he would be considered as being tricked by Huang Yaoshi, and it would be very difficult to sit down again.At that time, Zhou Botong had bet with Huang Yaoshi for more than ten years, and Zhou Botong had completely lost.

If Ling Muyun came this time only for the Nine Yin Scriptures, Zhou Botong would lose if he lost. He would take the Nine Yin Scriptures as well, and Huang Yaoshi would also take the Nine Yin Scriptures. no the same?

The problem is that Ling Muyun didn't just come here for a scripture of Nine Yins, the old urchin Zhou Botong's two-handed fighting technique of distraction, Kongming Fist, was Ling Muyun's goal.Especially Zhou Botong's technique of distracting two hands to fight each other, it is a mysterious method that can double one's strength, how could he miss it? <Spiritual thoughts also formed two filters around Zhou Botong, although not as densely arranged as he arranged for himself, at least it also reduced the sound of the flute by [-]%.

Originally, the old urchin Zhou Botong's internal strength was only slightly inferior to Huang Yaoshi's, otherwise it would have been impossible for him to spend so many years with Huang Yaoshi.After Ling Muyun helped him reduce the flute sound by [-]%, Zhou Botong's pressure was greatly relieved, and he sat down and closed his eyes to practice his kung fu again.The original restless emotions were swept away immediately, and he settled down peacefully.

At this moment, a cold snort was heard not far away, and the voice was Huang Yaoshi, and then the sound of the flute stopped suddenly, Ling Muyun hurriedly looked back, just in time to see a barely distinguishable figure disappearing into the flowers between the woods.

Ling Muyun breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Huang Yaoshi saw nothing, so he gave up and left.Looking back at the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, he saw that his panting gradually slowed down and his breathing became more even, obviously he had completely got rid of the influence of the flute sound and was recovering from self-regulation.

At that moment Ling Muyun sat down cross-legged opposite him, closed his eyes and looked inside, and began to use the exercises, soon he stopped thinking and entered the state of forgetting both things and me.