Chapter 160 - Nine Waves Great Golden Buddha Palm (1/2)
Chapter 160 Nine Waves Great Golden Buddha Palm.
AST 0160 – Nine Waves Great Golden Buddha Palm
She extended her jade-white hands to wipe off the blood that trickled down the corner of his mouth. Qing Shui attempted to dodge, but Wenren Wu-Shuang had wrapped her other arm around his neck.
In this moment, Wenren Wu-Shuang was gentle. She was carefully cleaning up bloodstains from Qing Shui’s face, unperturbed by the mess it made.
“Come, let’s find out whether the man is dead.” After regaining some energy, Qing Shui pulled Wenren Wu-Shuang up and walked towards the man he sent flying with his kick.
The burly man on the ground was long dead?his chest was bored through by Qing Shui’s kick and left a large bloody chasm in place of his heart.
The Tiger Tailwhip Kick lived up to its name of being a fatal technique. Qing Shui was surprised at himself for being able to perform the skill naturally!
“Mm!”
Qing Shui spotted something silvery and gleaming that peeked out from the ragged clothing. He bent forward to take it.
“Silver Pages!”
Qing Shui counted nine pieces of the Silver Pages; each sheet was 7 inches long and 5 inches wide. Eight characters in golden seal script were printed on the rightmost side of the first sheet.
“Nine Waves Great Golden Buddha Palm!”
Qing Shui couldn’t help but recall the Double Damage displayed by the burly man during the fight just now. Could he have been cultivating this Nine Waves Great Golden Buddha Palm?”
“Qing Shui, what is this? It’s actually recorded on the Silver Pages,” Wu-Shuang looked at the silvery sheets in astonishment. Only precious items would warrant a record on the Silver Pages.
The Silver Pages were not made of ordinary silver, but the essence of silver. Nine mere sheets of Silver Pages were as valuable as the nine Gold Needles Qing Shui possessed.
“Must be a set of technique,” Qing Shui said, and passed it to Wu-shuang without hesitation.
It was a small gesture, but it left Wu-shuang feeling warm and fuzzy. She accepted it and stood next to Qing Shui. Though absent-mindedly flipping through the pages, her concentration was not on the glistening sheets.
Qing Shui dug out a bundle from the man. Upon opening it, he discovered stacks of money, notes, a book, and a paper made of hide.
“A book!” Qing Shui was elated because he loved books. Even Wu-Shuang came over to have a look.
Qing Shui turned the first page, and both went dumbstruck.
“Spring Palace Portrait!”
The characters were life-like and full of vitality. The men were bald and full of masculinity as they were drawn with powerful strokes, The women were incomparably graceful as even the most important part was drawn meticulously.
The first drawing depicted a woman kneeling on a bed with her full buttocks perked high, and a man kneeling behind her, halfway inside her. The woman in the painting was as beautiful as a peach blossom with eyes that were half-closed and mouth slightly parted. She looked pleased and invigorated as though she was enjoying it.
Qing Shui actually had a reaction from looking at the erotic painting, which looked more realistic than photos taken in his past life. The second picture was more awkward. The man was lying on the bed erected while a gorgeous beauty kneeled there perking her full, round buttocks. The mysterious region was clearly presented before Qing Shui as the woman in portrait held the erected genital in her hands, sucking part of it with her erotic, small mouth…