Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Lu Dongqing finally understood what it meant to be a living Bodhisattva.

At the moment when the beggar threw the bowl, instead of getting angry, the proprietress caressed her chest and let out a long sigh of relief, as if as long as he made a move, the crisis would be over.

When the beggar stood up, he looked even thinner, his back was covered by a rag, his hair was disheveled, and the back of his neck was covered with a layer of mud, like a scarecrow in a wheat field.

But his movements were much faster than the scarecrow, and he came to the evil ghost like a gust of wind, moved his lips stained with braised pork sauce, and asked, "Why are you again, still dreaming of Spring and Autumn Dreams?"

He stood in an impartial position, just blocking between the evil spirit and the woman.The evil spirit ignored his questioning completely and tried to walk around him.

He was not idle either, chasing after the opponent's footsteps like a tail, if the evil spirit went left, he would go left.When the evil spirit goes to the right, he goes to the right.He was like a piece of black rubber, stuck in front of his face, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he shook it off.

The evil spirit found that he couldn't get around him, so it roared viciously, staring at him, as if it wanted to burn him through with its sight.

He wasn't burned, instead he leaned in front of the evil spirit with great interest, and lifted the other's eyelids with two fingers: "Look carefully, don't you remember me?"

The evil spirit shook his hand away impatiently.

"Oh," he shook his head, "it seems that the beating I received last time wasn't hard enough."

While he was talking, someone pulled at his feet suddenly. He turned his head and found that the woman had crawled up behind him just now, grabbing his trouser legs with fingers like numb sticks: "Don't...don't..."

He turned around, pinched his hands on his waist, and reprimanded sharply: "This man hit you, but you still help him, are you stupid?"

The moment he revealed his back, the evil spirit opposite had already made a move.

Although the evil spirit's expression was chaotic, his movements were very skillful. He moved the stick forward a little bit, pinched the middle with five fingers, and wiped it around the wrist in circles. It spun like a top, and swept across the close range. There was a gust of wind, and one end of the stick cut straight at the beggar's neck.

The stick swept faster, and the beggar moved even faster. When the wind hit his ears, he had already jumped up.

His figure was exceptionally nimble, keeping his back turned, with one hand on the evil spirit's shoulder, he rolled over, his body turned into a nearly perfect circle in the air, and floated to the ground behind the evil spirit.

The evil ghost's stick swept through the air, and he turned his head angrily, but when he twisted his waist halfway, he suddenly stopped, and his whole body froze in place.

The evil ghost's sturdy body seemed to have been cast with a holding spell, maintaining a funny posture that made people laugh and cry, motionless, only the fingers trembled slightly.

The eyes of the diners were all staring straight. Seeing this situation, they were full of doubts, and there was a questioning voice in the crowd: "This...what's going on?"

Could it be that the evil spirit suddenly pulled out his soul and left his body?

While everyone was speechless, Lu Dongqing could see clearly that this person didn't stop by himself, but was bound in place.

His arms, shoulders, and waist were all wrapped with silver threads, the silver threads were as thin as hair, glowing with tiny but scorching light.

This kind of silver wire must have been tempered in various ways in the fire and soaked in ice water in various ways to become so flexible, so cold, so delicate and deadly.

At the end of the silver wire, there is a bell attached.

The bell was between the beggar's fingers.

Just now the beggar turned over and jumped, not just to avoid the stick, but also to create enough room for himself to release these silver threads from the bell and wrap them around the body of the evil spirit.

Although the silver wire is tough, it has no fulcrum and is not stable enough. Therefore, the hands and feet of the evil spirit are only fixed for a short moment, and then start to struggle.

The silver thread also moved, and the silver thread that entangled the beggar's hands and feet began to twist and retreat, with sparkling light on its surface, like a spirit snake covered with wet and slippery scales, it burrowed back into its own cave—the bell, Only one tail was left, hooking the left leg of the evil spirit.

At the same time when the evil ghost regained his freedom, the beggar pulled his hand, and the silver thread touched the opponent's thigh, as easily and willfully as pulling a marionette.

The beggar's body had been turned more than halfway, but his left leg was pointed in the completely opposite direction, and he finally lost his balance. He fell back and hit the back of his head heavily on the ground. With a bang, the tavern shook three times, and even The dust fell down.

The kung fu in this bell is really ingenious and ingenious.

The beggar clapped his hands, and the bell had disappeared without a trace. He squatted down and poked the man's nostrils with his dirty fingers: "This is the end? Don't you fall unconscious? It's too careless." It's..."

Before the words were finished, the evil ghost suddenly opened its eyes, exerted strength on its waist, and the carp jumped up like a stiff.

The stick was still in his hand, he held both ends with both hands, pulled it to the sides vigorously, and pulled out a short blade from the rough stick body.

There was a burst of coolness overflowing from the blade, and the beggar also took a deep breath.

It turned out that he didn't really faint, he just closed his eyes, in order to wait until this moment, for the beggar to relax his vigilance and approach him unsuspectingly.

He raised his arms with all his strength, held the gleaming silver blade, and went straight to the beggar's face, and he was about to succeed.

But his blade changed direction midway.

The beggar was still squatting on the ground safely, tilted his head and smiled at him, and raised his hand, revealing the bell in his palm.

A thin silver thread protruded from the bell and was wrapping around his wrist.

His wrist was tightly bound by the silver thread, and after a burst of numbness, the strength between his five fingers was relieved, let alone swinging the knife, it was difficult to even grasp the handle of the knife.

His fingers spread weakly, the blade fell from between his fingers, brushed his cheek, and cut a long wound on the spot.

His shoulders trembled, and finally he completely lost strength, his eyelids rolled up, and he passed out unconsciously on his back.

Blood continued to flow from the wound on his face. The blood was not as bright red as usual, but purple-black, as if it had been soaked in the dark swamp of the night. It was thick and sticky.

There was an extremely cold breath on his body, before he had time to mix it well, it overflowed with the thick blood,

Lu Dongqing was keenly aware of the changes in him, and couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

Martial arts practitioners have practiced inner strength and mental methods all year round. From the external breathing to the internal meridians, they are gradually different from ordinary people. The whole body is often surrounded by breath, like an invisible barrier.

This person's aura was gathered in one place just now, but it suddenly dissipated, like a pustule was punctured, and pus dripped everywhere.

The pus also dripped to Lu Dongqing's feet, and the cold breath was like ice slag mixed in the water, which made him feel unreasonably familiar.

This kind of chill always accompanied him when he started to practice martial arts, and often surrounded his mentor.

This kind of coldness penetrates deep into the meridians, even if he takes medicine every day, he still can't get rid of it.

He never expected that he would suddenly have a clue to the puzzle that he had been thinking about, dreaming about, and worrying about.

The beggar was still squatting beside the man, raised his hand, turned to the people who were talking, and said aggrievedly: "I didn't move the hand, it was he who raised the knife and cut his own face, what can I do?" ?”

Lu Dongqing didn't even hear what everyone was talking about, he only felt a buzzing in his ears, and before he recovered his senses, people rushed forward.