The whole world is taking my CP wrong

The palms of the two faced each other with their own lifelong skills. They came against the wind and brought up the surrounding sand and gravel. With the two of them as the center, they formed a small circle of vortices around them.

At the moment when everyone held their breath and concentrated, Gu Zhaohong and Zhu Xin's palms met? Together!

For a moment, everything was quiet, and even the birds on the treetops closed their sharp beaks firmly, and the originally noisy calls came to an abrupt end as if they had been strangled by the neck.

——But the center of the vortex did not change.

The remaining middle part of the city wall didn't collapse, the trees on the side didn't break, and even the huge air flow that should have been produced when two powerful internal forces collided head-on.

It's like... like nothing? Nothing happened.

It seems that this is not a life-and-death battle? It's just a casual high-five between two people.

Jin Ziwan gritted his teeth tightly, his hanging hands clenched into fists, and the bright red blood dripped from his palm to the ground drop by drop, it was caused by his nails deeply embedded in the palm, but he was completely Unconsciously.

Everyone dared not speak, or even breathe loudly, for fear of having the slightest impact on the situation.

But at the very next moment of this extreme calm, an inch-by-inch crack appeared on the city wall, and then it collapsed!The ensuing turbulent internal force was like a violent storm, which caught everyone by surprise. They couldn't stand at all, and were powerlessly swept away by the lingering rhyme of this internal force for more than ten feet, or even dozens of feet!

Even though Ling Qiufeng was so strong in martial arts, he couldn't resist this kind of internal force. He tried to stand firm, but couldn't do it, so he channeled [-]% of his energy from his dantian, and then he staggered back seven times. It took eight steps to stand firmly, and thanks to his blessings, the gold he had been holding on to hadn't been swept away by more than ten feet away.

Jin Ziwan was not afraid of being blinded by the wind and sand, and he just raised his head to look for Gu Zhaohong's figure. In the yellow sand and dusty sky, he vaguely saw two figures standing and kneeling, his heart beating like a drum, and he even wanted to go up unconsciously. Going forward, Ling Qiufeng immediately used a little more strength in his hands? Stopped him, and shouted in a low voice: "If you rush in rashly, the aftertaste of internal force will hurt your tendons!"

Jin Ziwan didn't listen to him, and insisted on rushing up to look, so what about his tendons? That's Gu Zhaohong!

if--

If the one kneeling is really Gu Zhaohong...

Jin Ziwan didn't dare to think about it, and in his impatience, he really shook off Ling Qiufeng's hand. He was about to step into the raging inner force circle when he heard a familiar voice——

"Three, you lost."

When the dust and smoke cleared, the two figures gradually became clear. The standing man was dressed in white, with a well-defined side profile, a straight nose and deep eyes, the appearance that Jin Ziwan engraved in his heart.

——Zhaohong, his Gu Zhaohong.

Only then did Jin Ziwan breathe a sigh of relief, his whole body relaxed as if his strength had been taken away.

Gu Zhaohong's expression was cold, and he was no longer as gentle as before. He looked down at Zhu Xin, there was no ridicule in his eyes, but pity: "I thought you could at least do five tricks under my hands."

But you can't even do the three tricks?

But for Zhu Xin, no amount of ridicule can compare to the pity in Gu Zhaohong's eyes.

How much effort and obsession he has put in is not worth mentioning in front of him.

It took him his whole life to reach the height of?, and he couldn't do three tricks in front of Gu Zhaohong.

In addition, he finally knew what the familiarity came from just now?!

Zhu Xin opened his mouth to speak, but vomited a mouthful of blood. Gu Zhaohong said flatly, "No hurry, what do you have? I'll let you speak."

Zhu Xin lay on the ground fatigued, not because he was exhausted, but because every inch of his tendons and bones were broken by Gu Zhaohong.

He chuckled, and vomited blood while laughing: "Gu Zhaohong...they really do it? What are you? A good guy? A young hero who is breezy and bright, isn't he also practicing this non-heart sutra behind his back?!"

"—Winner and loser, I have nothing to say, but in the end, there is no difference between you and me!"

Listening to his hoarse growl, Gu Zhaohong's expression did not change a bit.

Zhu Xin looked at him resentfully, his mouth was full of blood, and every word he said was heart-wrenching, but he still wanted to say: "Gu Shaoxia, you'd better take a good look at those rigors you use for practicing kung fu. Otherwise, my today is your tomorrow!"

Gu Zhaohong raised his eyebrows: "What? Dead body?"

"Hahaha!" Zhu Xin couldn't help laughing out loud, "You and I are the only two people in this world who practice the Non-Heart Sutra, why do you have to pretend in front of me? The person who has learned the Non-Heart Sutra, three days After that, you need to drink human blood, and the person who is drunk will become a monster... Cough cough," he spat out another mouthful of blood, "Can you survive? Now, how many people's blood have you drank? Hmm ?Ha ha ha ha--!"

Gu Zhaohong stared at his embarrassed appearance, and suddenly smiled.

Zhu Xin stopped laughing, hesitating: "What are you laughing at?!"

The pity in Gu Zhaohong's eyes grew more and more, he shook his head: "You still don't understand."

Zhu Xin gritted her teeth: "What did you say??!"

Gu Zhaohong squatted down, looked at him at the same level, and said word by word: "You are the only one who needs human blood."

Zhu Xin's eyes widened and she lost her composure and shouted, "Impossible!"

Gu Zhaohong said softly: "Do you know why? You can't even do three tricks under my hands?"

Zhu Xin's breathing was rapid and sounded like a broken bellows. He fixed his eyes on Gu Zhaohong, wanting to hear an answer.

Gu Zhaohong would naturally satisfy him, he said: "When I was 20 years old, I practiced to the eighth level of the Non-Heart Sutra, and at the age of 23, I broke through the eighth to the ninth level."

Zhu Xin muttered to himself in a dazed way: "So you are already? The ninth floor... No wonder... No wonder..."

There is a huge gap between non-Heart Sutra levels, even if Gu Zhaohong is only one level higher than him, it is a huge difference——

"I didn't finish."

Gu Zhaohong stretched out his hand to hold Zhu Xin's neck, feeling his blood beating thinly under his hand, he showed the same gentle smile as usual, but in Zhu Xin's eyes, he looked like a hell Shura, because he heard ?Gu Zhaohong said——

"Three days ago, I broke nine and made ten."

Broken nine... into ten? !

into ten? !

Zhu Xin was almost insane, even though his neck was still in Gu Zhaohong's hands, he couldn't help but yelled, "Impossible!!!!"

He used it for 20 years, a full 20 years!Exhausted life can not break through non-Heart Sutra? Eighth layer!

It took Gu Zhaohong only three years to break through the eighth floor, and another two years to reach the top floor of the Non-Heart Sutra!

Zhu Xin wanted to look up to the sky and laugh forever, not laughing at others, but at himself.

Laughing at himself for fooling around, laughing at himself... wishful thinking!

The silt of the world will always be the silt of the world, even if he tries his best all his life, he will never become the proud son of heaven.

To be a villain in vain...to be a villain in vain!

Gu Zhaohong didn't break his neck, but leaned closer to his ear, and whispered, "Do you know what is the reason why I broke the ninth and became the tenth?"

"——It's the first time I know it. It turns out that I have practiced this unknown mind method for so many years. It is the non-heart sutra."

"At that moment, I suddenly realized, why? You and? Your grandfather Zhuhe killed so many people, and poured human blood on the inner strength, but they could never climb to the top, and I didn't have to do anything, and I was able to break through so many people. .”

After he finished speaking, he let go of his hand, and Zhu Xin fell back to the ground. Gu Zhaohong brushed off the dust on his white clothes, and was about to turn around and leave, but found that his clothes were being pulled.

Looking down, he saw that all the muscles and veins in his body were severed, like a bamboo heart in a puddle of mud. With the last bit of strength, he grabbed the hem of his clothes with his hands, and said every word with blood on his face: "Why? ?,tell me."

Gu Zhaohong looked down at him, raised his hand and gently pulled the hem of his clothes out of his hand.

"If your heart is not right, how can you be right in martial arts?"

"Martial arts has never been wrong, and it is the practitioners who make mistakes."

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Note: In order to prevent some readers from blocking my speech because I am too noisy, I will mark it in the text.

In the last sentence, I used a quote from talk show actor Wang Jianguo: "There is nothing wrong with martial arts, but the one who practices martial arts is wrong."

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Bamboo Heart Collar Box Lunch! ! !

I can finally write about the big wedding!

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