[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Ding Nvxia, the wife of the Zuo envoy

As soon as Ding Minjun rushed to the place where the signal was sent, he heard someone talking nonsense to the disciples of the Emei School, how could she tolerate it?Immediately, he threw out the golden bell cable, poured his internal energy into it, and beat that person mercilessly.

With Yang Er's help, she practiced the Jade Heart Sutra and has achieved initial results, and she has become more proficient in the technique of fighting left and right. Now that her inner strength is so deep, how can a mere little altar master taught by Tianying teach it to resist?That person was seriously injured even if he was beaten.

She retracted the golden bell rope, tapped her toes, and flew away with lightness kung fu. The white gauze dress on her body was lifted up, and it floated down as she landed. The long hem of the dress was entwined with the weeds in the forest, like a bay of white waves .

Judging that it was not good, King Yin Ye took half a step back calmly, raised his iron claws across his chest, looked her up and down with a calm face, and secretly evaluated the strength of both sides' martial arts.

Unlike the members of the Skyhawk Sect who had stepped up their guard, after seeing the person coming, the Emei Sect disciples, who had planned to fight to the death, were overwhelmed with surprise, as if they had found their backbone, they shouted in unison: "Master Sister!" "Senior Sister Ding!"

Ji Xiaofu took a step forward and said happily, "Senior Sister Ding, it's really you!"

Although Ding Minjun still didn't like this junior sister, he was not interested in exposing the discord within the sect in front of the enemy, so he slightly nodded at her, and quickly glanced around for a week, but he didn't see the figure of Master Miejue Shitai, and he was a little puzzled , and asked, "Where is Master?"

Ji Xiaofu was guarding against the people of the Skyhawk Sect who were staring at him, and said: "Master just stayed alone to ask the leader of the Skyhawk Sect for martial arts, and ordered us to leave first, but he didn't want to bump into another group of Skyhawk Sect members... ..."

As the so-called Encounter Road is narrow, since the Dragon Slaying Saber disappeared along with Xie Xun at the Wangpanshan Conference, there have been many conflicts between the Emei Sect and the Tianying Sect, and the grievances have been deep. Today, we meet in this narrow road in the forest, so naturally we will not get along well scattered.

While they were chatting in low voices, King Yin Ye had already grown impatient, his iron claws creaked, and without hesitation, he immediately rushed forward with a loud shout.

Ding Minjun's eyes sharpened, he stretched out his sleeves and waved Ji Xiaofu back, while letting her protect the other junior sisters, he drew his sword to meet him.

The iron claws on King Yin Ye's hands were sharp and invulnerable. Every time Ding Minjun's long sword collided with them, there would be piercing golden cries.

Fighting with dozens of moves like this, the two sides seemed to be at a stalemate for a while, and no one could do anything to the other, but he didn't want to be just when King Yin Ye turned his hook into a claw and wanted to dig out her heart, Ding Minjun suddenly changed his footwork and opened his arms backwards. He leaned back halfway, with his toes slightly touching the ground, and quickly slid back. After retreating a certain distance, he straightened his body abruptly, his feet and toes lightly stepped on the ground, and the whole body flew up, holding the sword and stabbing him directly between the eyebrows.

King Yin Ye couldn't dodge it, so he hurriedly raised his iron claws to resist, but unexpectedly, before Ding Minjun stabbed him, he withdrew his sword and kicked him on the shoulder with his right foot, sending him flying backwards. .

This series of movements looks light and elegant, but it is full of deep internal strength everywhere. The kick just now has already severely frustrated the opponent.

Bloodshot from the corner of King Yin Ye's mouth, he took several steps back after landing, only to be blocked by an old man with white eyebrows who suddenly appeared, and he looked up while pressing on his painful chest, and immediately called out in a low voice with a little shame. :"father……"

Ding Minjun leaped high with strength, twisted his soft waist suddenly, his whole body flipped backwards like a butterfly spreading its wings, spread his arms to stabilize his figure, and landed lightly on the ground.

Miejue Shitai came up from behind her, and when she passed by, she gave her a meaningful look, then stood back facing the Tianying Sect people, lightly flicked the fly whisk on the crook of her arm, raised her chin slightly, and looked He stared at them awe-inspiringly.

The White-Browed Eagle King waved his injured son back, took two steps forward, and said in a deep voice: "Master, it seems that we can't tell the winner today, why don't we just let it go and have a showdown another day. what do you think?"

Miejue Shitai narrowed her eyes slightly and thought for a moment, knowing that although she acted nonchalantly, she had actually suffered some internal injuries when she met her palm just now, and it was really not appropriate to make further moves, so she quickly made up her mind and said with a sigh of relief: "I think so too."

"Then let's bid farewell here today, and say goodbye!" Yin Tianzheng waved his hand, and led the Tianying Cultists to turn and leave.

When they were no longer visible, Miejue Shitai stopped holding on, shook her body slightly, and swallowed the bloody smell welling up in her throat.

Ding Minjun and Ji Xiaofu were the closest, and their expressions changed suddenly. They stepped forward to hold her arm respectively, and shouted worriedly: "Master?!"

Miejue Shitai caught Ji Xiaofu's arm, but waved his sleeves to avoid Ding Minjun's overstretched hand, without even looking at her, he turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Fu Weishi went to take a rest in the ruined temple where he rested last night. moment."

Ding Minjun's outstretched hand froze slightly, his face turned blue and white, and he slowly tightened his five fingers.

Seeing this, Bei Jinyi hesitated to speak, finally opened his mouth and called her softly: "Elder Sister..."

With his back to her, Ding Minjun closed his eyes and opened them again, forcefully concealing his gaffe, said with a cold face, "It's okay." Then he followed Miejue Shitai to the ruined temple.

Seeing this situation, the other junior sisters didn't dare to speak, one by one shut their mouths obediently and followed closely behind.

After arriving at the ruined temple, Miejue Shitai found a relatively complete futon and sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and pinched the Emei School's heart method to heal his injuries. Jingxuan, Jingxu and other monk disciples, Ji Xiao Fu, Bei Jinyi and other lay disciples surrounded her to protect her. It took about a quarter of an hour before she finished adjusting her breath. After finishing her work, she opened her eyes, swept all the disciples present one by one with a stern expression, and paused in front of Ding Minjun. Suddenly, he said to the others: "You go out first."

All the disciples didn't dare to say much, and after saying "yes", they filed out. Only Ji Xiaofu and Bei Jinyi gave Ding Minjun a worried look before leaving, fearing that she would be punished by the master.

Only Ding Minjun and Miejue Shitai were left in the ruined temple. As the crumbling door creaked and closed, Ding Minjun fell to his knees in front of Miejue Shitai with a plop, bowed his head and said, "Master, please forgive me!"

Miejue Shitai raised her eyelids to look at her, and said calmly, "Speak."

Ding Minjun lowered his eyes, and brought out the half-truth and half-false rhetoric that had already been drafted, to justify his absence from Emei for a long time: "The disciple went down the mountain to experience more than a year ago. On the way back, he was attacked by gangsters. He wanted to question Yitian. When the sword fell, the disciple naturally refused to follow. He tried his best to resist but was unable to catch it. He was knocked off the cliff with a palm, and he thought he would die at the bottom of the cliff. He lost his life, but was still seriously injured. The disciple dragged his seriously injured body and walked in a daze for a long time until he saw a dilapidated thatched hut. He wanted to go in to rest, but found a stone bed inside She has a white bone, holding a piece of silk cloth in her hand, on which it is written that if someone can collect the bones for her, she will give her a martial arts secret book. The disciple guessed that this might be a senior who lived in seclusion here, so he braced his body to be careful The bones were collected and buried on the hillside behind the hut. Because the senior left a will not to take this martial arts secret book out of the outside world, so the disciple stayed at the bottom of the cliff to practice for more than a year."

Miejueshi knew that she had practiced other martial arts a few years ago, so she didn't pay much attention to it, but she was obsessed with martial arts all her life. After hearing the words "martial arts secret book", she was quite fascinated, and couldn't help asking: " What kind of martial arts?"

Ding Minjun bit his lip, for some reason he didn't want her to know about the Ancient Tomb Sect and the "Jade Heart Sutra", so he made excuses: "It's not that the disciple didn't want to tell the master, it's that the senior has a will and must not Informing others of this matter, the disciple swore an oath, and burned the secret book in front of the tomb of the senior, please forgive me, master."

Master Miejue let out a long sigh and said, "Yes, since you have made an oath, you should indeed keep it."

Although there was regret in her tone, she didn't force it, and she was like a master.

Ding Minjun lowered his head in a gesture.

Miejue Shitai looked down at her, and suddenly said: "Have you really been practicing at the bottom of that cliff for more than a year?"

Ding Minjun gritted his teeth and nodded, "Yes."

Miejue Shitai asked again: "How is the progress?"

Ding Minjun was quite proud of his martial arts, but he still kept his mouth reserved and said: "Slightly successful."

"So good."

As soon as the words fell, Miejue Shitai got up quickly, flicked the whisk, and said to her: "Then as a teacher, I will come to take the first and second exams, do you dare to accept the offer?"

In the past, Ding Minjun might have retreated, but now she thinks that the present is different from the past, so naturally she dared to draw her sword out of its sheath immediately, and said respectfully: "Please enlighten me, master!"

After talking, the two went back and forth to disassemble dozens of moves. Although it was because of Miejue Shitai's subordinates who were merciful, Ding Minjun never thought that one day he would be able to walk dozens of moves under the hands of his master without losing. Only at this moment did she truly realize that she was already a top-notch master in this arena.

Miejue Shitai was even more frightened, she thought that her aptitude was mediocre, even though she knew she had learned other kung fu early on, she thought she was mediocre, so even though she was the elder among lay disciples, she She was never listed as a candidate for the next head, but devoted herself to cultivating Ji Xiaofu who is more talented and understanding. Who knew that she could improve so much. Now it seems that she was wrong after all. Whether it's internal strength or martial arts, this disciple is no longer an idler.

This fight was just to test out the depth of Ding Minjun's martial arts, so at about the same time, Miejue Shitai stopped and said, "That's right, I've improved a lot."

Ding Minjun's eyes lit up, he panted slightly and said, "Yes, thank you, Master, for your guidance!"

Afterwards Miejue Shitai said some scene words such as expelling the Tartars and not falling into the prestige of Emei, Ding Minjun nodded yes, and both of them tacitly maintained the superficial master-student friendship.