Chapter 52 – Su Miaojin’s Mood
Chapter 52 Su Miaojin’s Mood
The rainy mountain forest exuded the fishy odor of long piled up rotting branches and leaves, and a few wet wild birds were just about to land on the branches and fluttered into the distance.
Song Dongxi’s burst tiger’s mouth was still bleeding, and the right hand that held the gun began to tremble, followed by a slight tremor throughout his body.
The coldness in his eyes turned to doubt, at first he was still very confident, even though he knew that Xin Zhuo’s sword and fist skills had already entered the realm of realization, but the realm gap was there, and the difference between the realm of entry and the realm of realization was not too great.
Just now, for a split second, Xin Zhuo’s blade technique and mellow and incomparable heart technique slightly made up for the realm gap, but it was still a thread short of his own.
Originally, he had the ability to defeat him!
However, it was bad on this blade technique, it was too bizarre, completely unlike what should be on earth, it did not follow the normal route of operation, it was all but impossible to see.
He practiced with his master, has seen the Wudang sword, has seen the mysterious Shaolin stunts, and has even seen the great flowing water of the Saffron Sect’s outer disciples, but has never heard of this kind of hell of a knife.
Self-created?
This thought startled him.
To create a martial arts mastery, at least the realm of a grandmaster can barely do it, after all, those subtle, unfamiliar meridians to open up, the light is paralyzed for life, the heavy is immediately killed, is not a superbly gifted old monster, who dares to try?
Taking a deep breath, without warning, he stepped through the dead leaves under his feet, and between flashes, his body flipped sideways, stabbing straight at Xin Zhuo.
Only this time, no longer long spear high straight stab, but changed to the lower plate horizontal sweep.
The shadow of the gun seemed like a sharp weapon for harvesting, and the wind of the gun rolled up a “long dragon” of dead leaves, instantly arriving at Xin Zhuo’s feet, with a majestic and surging momentum.
“Leaping spear across like a horse!”
However, Xin Zhuo only held the broken sword and slashed straight down.
“Dang!”
A piercing and violent collision splashed the dead leaves and mud and rocks in a five-meter radius.
Xin Zhuo eventually staggered back due to his unsteady lower body.
Song Dongshi’s heart was moved, and he was about to flip horizontally and stab again, taking Xin Zhuo’s life.
Who would have guessed that Xin Zhuo would leap up, blitzed to his side, and slapped out a palm.
This palm is incredibly strange, flickering, not really see, no matter the shape, meaning, are really puzzling.
Can not even see what it is entry, Mahayana? Micro? Realization?
There is no distinction between the strengths and weaknesses of the entrances of the palm techniques that can’t be seen.
Then Xin Zhuo true qi out of the body, palm shadow breaks through the rain curtain, cutting through a subtle arc, just like ……
A madman’s or a drunkard’s walking?
This is no longer about realms!
The palm shadow was infinitely enlarged in Song Dongxi’s contracted pupils, and he was completely at a loss as to how to dodge, nor did he have the opportunity to swing his gun, the
The night before, Xin Zhuo’s words on the mountain, “Mr. Song can chop off my dog’s head”, inexplicably echoed in his mind, how ridiculous, this dog thief shady himself?
He almost blurted out: “Xin Zhuo, you dare to kill me? My division and home ……”
Too late!
The palm shadow imprinted heavily on his chest.
“Gaba!”
After the crisp fracture, the lance came out of his hand, and his entire body was like a piece of rag, rubbing against the wet, dead branches and leaves on the ground as he flew into the distance.
The dead leaves of the mountains and forests along the way were as if plowed by a plough, leaving behind a horizontal furrow.
“Bang!”
Heavy impact on a large tree, “pff” a mouthful of blood spat out, face as pale as paper, brain a roar.
Xin Zhuo stood in place, staring blankly at his palm.
This palm, really good fucking violence?
Hesitantly, he walked towards Song Dongxi, only to see that his face was demented, as if he had a severe concussion.
Xin Zhuo tried to flip his eyelids to see if he is dead, dead this sacrifice spirit can be lost.
Song Dongxi suddenly rolled his eyes and opened his lips with difficulty: “I lost, not because of the realm or merit!”
“That’s right!”
Xin Zhuo nodded his head, Song Dongxi’s spear technique was indeed strong, his mind realm was also very formidable, if Murong Huo encountered it, he might lose extremely badly, and he himself might be injured once he was careless.
But just like all the people who had encountered him before, he could not understand his own martial arts.
In fact, how could Xin Zhuo understand what kind of routine his conscience-less kung fu was?
“Can you tell ……”
The blood at the corner of Song Dongxi’s mouth had already taken on a dark brown color, obviously the internal injuries were very serious, but the pride and persistence of being a pure martial artist held him up and he asked, “What palm technique did you just use? I can’t understand it!”
“……”
Coming!
Xin Zhuo was tempted to make up a name, but out of respect for the other party, he said frankly, “It’s called Dog Strike Bar Nervous Overlord’s Palm!” “You …… bully too much!” Song Something was furious, his eyes rolled over, and he fainted.
This damn sense of disapproval, really didn t lie to you!
Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time, sighed, grabbed the gun, and dragged Song Dongxi back.
……
“You guys are too weak, your kidneys are not good, right?”
Murong Huo laughed out loud, although his sword skill and realm were weak, and his kidneys were also weak, but bullying four eighth grade martial artists was still no problem, at this time, he had already wounded two people and was facing the other two.
“Murong Hugh, you’re selling your name and reputation, you’re worse than a pig and a dog.”
The black-clothed round-faced woman and the other person counterattacked back.
And when Xin Zhuo came from a distance and threw down the fainting Song Dongxi, the fighting stopped instantly.
“Surrender and accept the captive, or is it the same as your gongzi?”
“Gongzi ……”
“We accept captivity.”
The four Song family martial artists were alarmed with the defeat of their own male son, and then surrendered in a very honorable manner.
……
Fufeng Province was located in the southeasternmost part of the empire, neighboring Bazhou in the west, and facing the Thousand Mile Bear Wind Mountain in the east, and on the other side of the mountain was the Zhu Yang part of the Dongyi Kingdom, a tribal-style empire where sorcerous martial arts were rampant and the people were tough.
Although it is a frontier state capital, but the transportation is well developed, through the north and south fortress, not only the southern merchants, northern Jia, and even the East Barbarians selling fur, bone tools, jade travel merchants will also stay here, coupled with the resident military households.
Therefore, the city is very large and very prosperous, with a population of more than 600,000, seven squares in the east, west, south, north and south, and 21 streets, which are as bustling as the two sides of the Canglan River, flower houses and gluttonous restaurants and snack stalls, and gatherings of literati in the border areas;
There is also Chunfu Street is full of all kinds of clothing stores, wine when the luxury store, such as gambling house; more north of the poor area, the King Street of the beggars and the city of the city gangs and thieves and rats.
But this afternoon, all the attention of all the people, are placed in the west city gate, can be described as umbrellas point, a sea of people, because that respected governor’s family gold Miss was plundered by the mountain bandits for a few days, and finally be rescued back!
“The delicate Miss Su, taken captive to the bandits’ stronghold, I don’t know how much torture she suffered.”
“I heard that the Xin Zhuo thief king is nine feet tall, tiger back and waist, bloody mouth, a head of hair as if the Eastern Barbarians dog slaves, Miss Su how to stand?”
“Stop it, my heart is dripping blood, I can’t wait to kill that dog thief!”
“Can you beat him? I’ve heard that all the card masters and constables lost, I don’t know where the Xin dog thief came from to kill the star!”
“Ha, take it as a joke from me!”
A few of the government students in the crowd couldn’t help but whisper.
On the other side, someone said, “I heard that the four families of Murong, Yuan, Song, and Chen have already gone to their experts to apprehend the Xin Zhuo dog thief, and the odds at Ruyi Fang are still flipping upwards.”
Another person said: “The Golden Hook Gambling House is also sitting on the bank, and the odds are even bigger than Ruyi Fang!”
“Which of the four has the biggest odds?” A good gambler’s eyes were red.
“Currently it’s the Song family, Ruyi Fang has one to nine odds, Golden Hook Gambling House has one to thirteen!”
“Fuck it! I’ll sell my house and bet a hundred taels on the Song family, and gamble that a poor man can become a rich man!”
……
Outside the sound of people, the sound of the rain into the ears, in the carriage Su Miao Jin Shu Tuan and sat, slender white hands pinched together, long eyelashes fluttered a few times, the mood is very complicated.
Immediately after being put down on the mountain by Xin Zhuo, someone escorted her back, but she also heard about the four great families chasing after Xin Zhuo.
It was hard for her to say what she was feeling in her heart at this time, by all accounts, the death of the little thief who captured her would be dead, but ……
Every moment with that little thief encounter, these days has been in the mind reverberate, that a few nights to share the pillow, that a embrace into the arms, that parting time each other’s helpless words, is more in-depth soul.
She …… suddenly did not want Xin Zhuo to die!
Can not say why.
“Are you unhappy, miss? Things are over.” Dong Ling, the personal maid who went out of the city to greet her, asked quietly.
Su Miaojin shook her head slightly.
Winter Spirit lightly smiled and comforted: “Don’t worry miss, the four great families have already gone after that big king of thieves and will definitely avenge miss.”
Su Miao Jin’s face tightened.
Winter Spirit senses her own young lady’s displeasure, and thinks that she is unwilling to mention this matter again, and spits out her tongue: “By the way, young lady, the County King’s side has sent a letter!”
Su Miao Jin looks at her in surprise: “Who?”
“His Highness the County King of the Southern Border, Miss ……’s biological father, the letter is in Miss’s room, no one dares to move!”
PS: Thank you “stone on the real man” again reward, thank you “obsessed with chemistry” reward, thank you!
(End of chapter)