Chapter 683: The lady is back! (Two changes) (1/2)
Chapter 683 The Return of the Princess! (Two changes)
The twilight is four times together, and the sky is burning with clouds and mountains and rivers.
In the ruined temple, a monk, a teenager, and a small snake are sitting opposite each other in horns.
The little snake ran several times, but was caught back by the boy. The boy shook the little snake so dizzy and turned. The little snake never ran again, and stayed there obediently.
”Oh.” The monk sighed, ”It's not that I don't want to teach you, but that you can't learn those tricks at all. You can only learn how to use it, and you can't use its power.”
Gu Jiao said: ”If you don't teach, you know I can't learn it?”
”Do you have internal strength?”
”No.”
”Are you able to work lightly?”
”No.”
The monk smiled and said, “Isn’t that enough? Only those with deep inner strength can exert its power.”
Gu Jiao grabbed the little snake.
The monk's face changed, and he stretched out his hand: ”Hold on! I haven't finished speaking yet!”
Gu Jiao's movements paused, and the little snake hung upside down in the air, coordinatingly spit out the harmless snake letter.
The monk settled down, glanced at the red spear next to the straw mat, and said: ”Your weapon is a gun. I will teach you a set of marksmanship.”
唔, the monk knows how to use marksmanship.
Gu Jiao’s current marksmanship was taught by Lord Hou, and there were few tricks in total, and there was only one trick as a killer.
That was chosen by Lord Hou based on her situation at the time. In fact, with the recovery of her strength, the shooting technique was really not enough.
The monk stood up, walked over and picked up the red spear leaning against the wall, and walked to the open space outside the temple: ”Look up.”
He tapped his spear on the ground, his eyes flashed, and his breath flowed in an instant, if there was an invisible wind blade sweeping through the world.
Gu Jiao obviously felt that the monk's aura had changed. Actually, thinking about it carefully, this monk has been changing a lot.
From him, she couldn't feel the aura of martial arts, so the first time he fell into the trap, she didn't think it was strange.
But the terrifying power he exploded when he killed Sirius made him look like a different person.
I really made Gu Jiao describe it, but Gu Jiao couldn't describe it.
Perhaps...like a Buddha, a Buddha who has fallen into the magical way.
At the moment, the Buddha's energy and demonic energy are gone, he dances with his spear, standing in the universe, and he is very upright, even his peachy eyes have become particularly serious.
”What marksmanship is this?” Gu Jiao murmured.
After finishing his last move, the monk threw the spear to Gu Jiao: ”Okay, it's up to you.”
This long spear is very heavy, so he just threw it over, isn’t he afraid that she won’t be able to catch it?
The spear was intentionally or unintentionally, and it brought a trace of the monk's own strength. Gu Jiao really almost couldn't catch it. She stabilized the bottom plate and thrust the spear heavily into the ground, so that it was not thrown to the ground.
The monk raised his eyebrows slightly: ”Yo, catch it.”
”So you did it on purpose?”
”Try how you are recovering. If you are not physically strong, then I can't teach you the next few formulas.”
What he said was ”try how you are recovering”, not ”try how your original strength is”. The difference between a few words has a huge difference.
He knows what she was like before she was injured.
Then can she think that he was already there when she was playing against the six Prince Jin Yiwei five days ago.
He kept observing secretly, and didn't take any action until she was gone.
”Why haven't you done it yet? Didn't you remember? Then I'll call it again and show it to you.”
”No need to.”
The marksmanship taught to Gu Jiao by Master Hou laid a solid foundation for Gu Jiao, and she could basically understand some complicated moves.
The only thing is that her injuries have not healed, she is indeed lacking in physical strength, but she doesn’t have to kill people, just practicing guns is enough.
The monk stood at the door, staring at Gu Jiao non-stop: ”The first style.”
The first type is the simplest. It is not much different from the most important move taught to Gu Jiao by Master Hou, but the tip of the gun is raised by two inches, and the force required to stab it out is more than 20% greater.
Gu Jiao retracted the red spear, adjusted her breathing, and muttered to herself: ”It looks simple, but I didn't expect it to consume so much energy.”
The monk unwrapped the wine pouch, raised his head and drank a big sip, looking at Gu Jiao for a moment, and said, ”Second pose.”
Did the second form increase, Gu Jiao jumped up, and the spear pierced from top to bottom.
Her angle is exactly the same as the angle the monk stabbed at the time.
I can imitate it just once, which is really surprising.
After these two moves, Gu Jiao consumed half of her physical strength, and her wound started to hurt.
Monk did not intend to stop Gu Jiao.
”The third type.” He said sternly.
It seems that since the monk started playing the red spear, and now watching her practice the gun, the monk’s aura is not much the same as she has ever seen.
The third style is Chinese style. There is a trick to confuse people. It has extremely high requirements for speed and flexibility of the body.
That is to say, Gu Jiao has never stopped exercising since crossing over, otherwise she would have to fold her waist.
After this style, Gu Jiao gasped slightly.
The monk looked at Gu Jiao quite unexpectedly: ”I still have strength.”
Gu Jiao played all of the moves in one breath, saying that they were all, there are actually only five moves, but for each subsequent move, the difficulty is multiplied.
The monk murmured: ”This girl, I originally planned to let you finish it in three sessions...”
Gu Jiao's legs were weak and she was about to fall down at any time, but she held it up with a red spear.
She raised her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead, panting, and said, ”Anything else?”
The monk was stunned: ”More.”
He paused, as if hesitating, as if he had made a big decision, ”Three Forms.”
Gu Jiao was tired and became a dog, with gold stars in her eyes. She didn't notice the entanglement in his expression. She handed him the red gun: ”I'll take a few breaths, and you will start again.”
Otherwise she can't see clearly.
The monk was standing in the open space under the twilight with a red spear. The night breeze blew up his monk's clothes and his robe stirred, and he stared at the sky.
”I can.” Gu Jiao said.
The monk did not move.
Gu Jiao tilted her head: ”Monk?”
The monk held the red tassel gun tightly: ”Since you want to learn, I will teach it to you, but you remember, you can't use this set of marksmanship for evil, and you can't use it to hurt the innocent, otherwise I will kill you with my own hands. ”
Gu Jiao sat on the threshold and looked at him with her chin: ”You are so solemn all of a sudden, I am a little uncomfortable.”
The difficulty of the last three poses is not comparable to that of the first six poses. Gu Jiao sees it, but it's a little bit powerless to show them all.
”Let’s practice today first.” The monk said.
”Oh.” Gu Jiao received the red spear.
The two of them practiced for a whole night and did not care about eating. The monk went to the creek behind the ruined temple and caught two fish and grilled them.
He went to pick some wild fruits nearby.
When he came back with a bunch of wild fruits, the two grilled fish had only bones left. Gu Jiao’s cheeks were bulging, her mouth moved quickly, and she was working hard to eliminate the evidence.
The monk blasted his hairs on the spot: ”Why are you finished eating again! You can't leave me some!”
Gu Jiao bulged her cheeks, like a fat squirrel eating, and said vaguely: ”It's too much consumption, I'm starving, I can't hold it back.”
Monk: ”...”
The monk went to catch two more fishes. This time he didn't leave a single step, resolutely guarding against someone stealing them.
Little Snake was let go by Gu Jiao, after all, there was nothing wrong with it.
Monk concentrates on grilling fish.
Gu Jiao sat on the hay, took a cotton cloth from the small back basket and wiped the red spear carefully, like wiping a treasure.
The monk watched her wiping the red gun, his thin lips pressed tightly.
Gu Jiao noticed his gaze, and when she looked at him, he had already looked away and continued to grill the fish.
In other words, the monk never asked why he appeared in Zhaoguo, why he was dressed as a man, and why he encountered the Jinyiwei of the Prince's Mansion?
Is he not curious about her at all, or he has long been—
The monk snorted coldly: “Don’t look at it, it’s useless to look at it, I won’t give it to you!”
Gu Jiao’s thoughts were interrupted, she paused, and decided to ask him: ”What is your name?”
The monk has no name. Naturally, she asked about the dharma name. For example, Jingkong is a dharma name, but Jingkong likes this name, and it is still called Jingkong if it is vulgar.
After asking, Gu Jiao secretly thought about what kind of dharma name the monk would call, only to hear him say a word softly.
Gu Jiao was taken aback: ”Steam? What to steam? Is it steamed rabbit or steamed spare ribs?”
The monk roared: ”Can you have something other than food in your mind?!”
Gu Jiao: No, I'm starving out these few days.
The monk sighed, picked up a dead branch, and wrote a word on the ground in Yan Guowen: ”Zheng.”
The word does not seem to be a legal name anymore, it is his lay name.
The monk ended the conversation: ”It's late, you go to sleep.”
Gu Jiao: ”I want to eat fish.”
Monk: ”...”
After eating another plump and juicy grilled fish, Gu Jiao touched her chubby belly and fell asleep contentedly.
...
In the night, Gu Jiao had a dream.
After coming to Shengdu, she had obviously more dreams than before, but what is interesting is that she basically forgets when she wakes up, and in the dream, all the memories seem to be strung together.
For example, when she came to the dream, she remembered the yard full of bell flowers and the graveyard without tombstones.
Tonight is neither a yard nor a cemetery, but an endless battlefield, golden horses, iron horses, blood-stained yellow sand, endless fights, soldiers are constantly falling down, and the blood mist fills the sky with blood.
Above the thousands of dead bones, a man in silver armor rides on a black wind rider that also wears silver armor, pulling the reins in one hand and holding the red spear in the other.
His silver armor was already covered with blood, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes.
He looked at the thousands of troops and horses in front of him, and said every word: ”Even if the son of the Xuanyuan family fights to the last person, he will never give in!”
The next second, the picture in the dream changed.
still this man.
He was wearing silver armor, standing in the camp, looking at the official opposite, and said coldly, ”Reverse? My Xuanyuan family is reversed, so what? Heavenly Dao sorry for my Xuanyuan family, my Xuanyuan family rebelled against this heavenly Dao!”
”YinYin...YinYin...”
is the man’s voice.
The screen has changed again.
His voice is particularly gentle and pampering in this picture.
It’s just that his appearance is a bit horrible.
He was hit with an arrow in his shoulder and two arrows in his thigh. He was lying on the ground, blood flowing into a river.
He tried to support himself with his hands so that he could sit up.