Chapter 95: First
The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!
Confucian scholars can use the spiritual energy in poetry and songs for their own use.
If you want to win, you can use the poems and songs of the ancients to beat Fang Lingqing. But borrowing from others is not as good as doing it yourself, only what is in your own hands is real!
She participated in the Fa discussion not to win, but to train herself, to compete with these top students and top students, and to become stronger.
Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Qiao Wan raised his sword straight up.
The disciples of the three religions on Lisheng Peak represent the middle-to-upper level of the young generation in the cultivation world, and they are the most suitable benchmarks to test their own strength.
She wanted to see if she had grown and improved over this period of time after the tendons were repaired, or how much she had grown, and how much she still had a gap compared with them.
Maybe it's because when he was in Kunshan, he cultivated a strong heart. To be honest, Qiao Wan didn't care about being excluded by the small circle of top students.
In her eyes, Fang Lingqing was the glittering little boss with a red name on his head.
The disciples of the Three Sects on Lisheng Peak would never have dreamed that Qiao Wan had completely regarded them as a tool for spawning monsters and leveling up, and as a stake for measuring output.
The young man's voice was clear and clear, and every time he recited a sentence, the imagery in the poem instantly turned into a killer move.
Qiao Wanhengjian was also reciting poetry while playing.
But the verse he read out sounded very familiar.
If she heard right...
Jie Hongdan's mouth twitched.
Is this the poem Fang Lingqing just read?
Every time Fang Lingqing recited a sentence, Qiao Wan copied it in a deep voice.
The flying flowers in the sky also set off a waterfall, which was photographed towards Fang Lingqing.
Don't copy the poems of the ancients, copy the poems of today's people! And it's copying the enemy's poem!
The facial expressions of everyone watching the battle on Lisheng Peak drifted collectively.
And this kind of shit? !
Everyone is a cultivator, and there are usually hundreds to dozens of fights. Of course, I have encountered people who will directly copy the other party's poems, but no one will copy other people's poems at this Fa discussion.
Mainly Confucianism, most of them are conceited to learn, who would want to read other people's poems!
And now...what the boy did...
It's too bad, I don't want a face.
The poem was copied, Fang Lingqing was stunned, and the rhythm was suddenly disrupted!
Jianguang passed through the rain of flowers and went straight to the youth.
Fang Lingqing gritted his teeth secretly, shameless!
Seeing Fang Lingqing's reaction, Qiao Wan gave him a sympathetic look.
Don't know how to be flexible, stupid.
Jianguang's moves are uncertain, but he is not polite at all.
quick!
So fast!
Although the youth's cultivation base is not enough to build the foundation, the physical and martial arts are clean and neat, and they are not sloppy.
As soon as Fang Lingqing's rhythm was disrupted, he quickly seized the initiative.
The figure and the sword light are intertwined, which is pleasing to the eye and admiration.
After all, he was personally instructed by the demon emperor of the demon world, and Qiao Wan's advantage lies in this martial skill. This martial skill is considered quite good among the peers.
Gathering the spirit stones on the ground, Qi Feidao glanced at the disciples of the three sects with different expressions, and couldn't help but hugged his chest and smiled.
Well, this fight, ghosts pay attention to those who have some and not, as long as the moves are easy to use.
When it is really on the battlefield, can you still ask the enemy to use only this trick, and that trick is not allowed.
This is also his standard of conduct.
As a result, the bohemian and pragmatic ones have always been looked down upon by the rest of the five who are dressed neatly and look like dogs.
Seeing that Fang Lingqing's expression was not very good, Qi Feidao rubbed his chin and continued to pay attention to the changes on the array with great interest.
The six major disciples outside the Jade Ball were as shocked as the other three sect disciples.
"This..." Song Duixue slammed it, "Even so, you can't win."
Doing so is nothing more than delaying time.
Everyone's eyes fell on the boy, all wanting to see what Qiao Wan wanted to do.
"In a decisive battle with others, there is no difference in moves."
A clear and soft voice sounded.
Song Duixue stared blankly at the female cultivator in front of her.
Baishan Lake's appearance is like ice and snow, the clothes are automatic without wind, his eyes fall on the jade ball, and his tone is light.
Senior Sister... Senior Sister Bai Shanhu, actually admitted it, admitted Lu Cixian's trick.
If only looking at strength, Song Duixue counted with his fingers.
Senior elder sister Bai Shanhu's cultivation is still higher than senior elder brother Meng Canglang.
It's not easy to get Big Sister to admit it.
But thinking about it, it doesn't seem to be surprising. Senior Sister attaches great importance to practicality, and she does everything vigorously and resolutely. It is not surprising that Lu Cixian's youthful style of doing things and Senior Sister's cool look can be recognized by Senior Sister Bai.
but……
When Senior Sister was watching the battle, what was Xie Xingzhi doing looking at Senior Sister?
Perceiving Xie Xingzhi's gaze, he silently fell on Baishan Lake.
Song Duixue glanced at Xie Xingzhi vigilantly.
Fang Lingqing is conceited that he is also a disciple of the word "li" in the "benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and faith" of Chongde Ancient Garden.
Although No Qiao Wan briefly disrupted the rhythm, he quickly adjusted it back and competed for the initiative!
While busy regaining the advantage, he did not forget to speak up: "Why, Lu Xianyou is not good at poetry?"
"Actually, you don't need to write your own poetry, you can just recite it."
Snapped! Snapped!
Each of these sentences simply stomped Qiao Wan's face to the ground.
Qiao Wan turned a deaf ear, only Fang Lingqing was reflected in his dark eyes!
When Confucianism and cultivators fought, they would stand at their feet and recite poems and poems. In just a few words, they could break through a hundred soldiers. They looked very elegant and calm, but the young man's movements were too fast, which quickly disrupted Fang Lingqing. The pace quickened the rhythm of the entire battle.
Once the initiative is lost, it will be difficult to get it back!
The teenagers in the battle group didn't seem to have any intention of winning either. Hengjian and Fang Lingqing kept fighting, but they didn't make any heavy or deadly moves.
It looks like... why is it weirdly cultivating?
No, this is cultivation! !
Lu Cixian is using Fang Lingqing as a sparring partner!
The top students, who had a subtle sense of superiority, were stunned. After realizing this, they only felt like they had been slapped in the face.
pain.
Look down on people, right?
Others don't care at all, not only do they not talk, they also beat you around like wooden stakes.
Under Qiao Wan's swift and fierce offensive, Fang Lingqing was also a little annoyed, and raised his hand to block—
boom!
Arms collide.
Qiao Wan took a step back with no expression on her face.
A burst of pain struck, and half of his arm was numbly hit by Qiao Wan's elbow.
"Physical training?" Fang Lingqing frowned, endured the pain, and took another half step under her feet.
"If you don't read poetry, there is no harm in debating."
Fang Lingqing raised her eyes and stared at Qiao Wan: "I saw the immortal friend wearing a lotus **** pattern, dare to ask the immortal friend what is a Buddha?"
What is Buddha?
Copy his poems, right? !
Then he doesn't read poetry now, let's debate! !
At this moment, the Great Hall of Light.
At the same time as Fang Lingqing fought, Qiao Wan could sense what was happening on Lisheng Peak as the main body, which was as convenient as cutting a large trumpet.
The Buddha in front of him was obviously very aware of the disputes on Lisheng Peak.
Don't forget that on her trumpet **** lotus pattern, there is still a trace of the other party's consciousness.
The Buddha's eyes are very calm, and there is a trace of majesty in the calm, and it is similar to the teacher who checks the students' homework with a blank face.
In the dream, whether the day and night's sayings are heard or not depends on now.
A drop of cold sweat slid down Qiao Wan's forehead.
what is buddha...
This question must be answered properly.
Focusing on the trumpet again, Qiao Wan glanced at Fang Lingqing: "You are the Buddha."
As soon as the words fell, a golden, compassionate and gentle Buddha statue slowly rose from behind Qiao Wan and pressed towards Fang Lingqing!
"The heart is the Buddha?" Fang Lingqing sneered without fear, "Does the immortal friends know this cliché?"
As soon as the Buddha statue stopped moving, Fang Lingqing made waves again, and the momentum suppressed Qiao Wan halfway again!
While your illness was killing you, Fang Lingqing spoke very fast, hitting the snake with the stick: "I ask you, the heart is the Buddha, so which one is the Buddha?! You cultivators, which one is the Buddha in your mouth?!"
The tongue-in-cheek sword, this really unfolds!
The hands and the legs quickly collided and then separated, hitting you and me indiscriminately.
And in the mouth, there is no compromise, you come and I go.
The sword, light, sword and shadow are dazzling, and I can't help holding my breath.
Qiao Wan calmly raised her eyes: "Then I will also ask the immortal friends a question, which one is not a Buddha?"
Which is not a Buddha?
Fang Lingqing attacked for a while, and suddenly his mind went blank.
Which is not a Buddha?
Meng Canglang, who had been watching the battle in silence, opened his eyes slightly and was stunned for a moment.
The flying flowers, in an instant, turned into numerous Buddha shadows,
Tianlei turned into a lot of Buddha shadows in an instant.
Buddha shadows all over the sky, falling one after another.
On the square array plate, Buddha Guang made a masterpiece.
A sword accompanied the Buddha's light, and stabbed Fang Lingqing's shoulder quickly and ruthlessly.
As long as there is a Buddha in the heart, there is a Buddha everywhere.
Whether it is thunder or flying flowers.
No matter what comes out of Fang Lingqing's mouth, there are Buddhas everywhere!
Victory or defeat, almost no suspense.
Buddha is everywhere, against the murderous intent in this poem...
On Lisheng Peak, inside and outside the jade ball, everyone was shocked!
Xie Xingzhi moved his hand in his sleeve, and in the terrified eyes of Xiao Daotong, he said in a deep voice again, "Okay."
The meaning of the three religions is nothing, but if you can truly integrate it and use it for your own use, it can be regarded as the real Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism!
A blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and Qiao Wan wiped the blood from the sword.
clang--
The curved finger flicks the sword, and the sound of the sword is crisp.
Qiao Wan looked blankly at Fang Lingqing who was in disbelief and lost her soul.
Stupid? Haven't you fought with anyone in school, or changed concepts?
Fang Lingqing's eyes widened, embarrassed and angry, and wanted to attack again!
At this moment, a figure flew into the array first.
Joe looked up.
I only saw a touch of whiteness that bullied the frost and Sai Xue.
Another figure crept up.
The female cultivator with a shawl on her shoulders, like a fairy, slowly descended, and as soon as she raised her hand, she lightly defused the youth's offensive.
Fang Lingqing braked suddenly.
The little face turned pale and nervous: "Biao...Senior sister..."
Before she could say anything, she stopped abruptly when Bai Shanhu looked sideways.
Bai Shanhu stopped Fang Lingqing's movements.
Qi Feidao stopped Qiao Wan's move.
boom--
The fluctuations of spiritual power, centered on the youth, violently oscillated around.
Qi Feidao stood between the two of them, blocking Qiao Wan's attack just right, and said with a smile: "Let's learn from each other, don't hurt the peace."
Qiao Wan's eyes fell on the sloppy young man.
In order to stop her and Fang Lingqing, Qi Feidao obviously also took precautions. The whole body was protected from dripping water, and his eyes fell on people, as if he could see through every subtle change and error, and analyze it accurately.
Is this the cultivator of several divisions?
Throughout the ages, as long as it has something to do with numbers, it really is a big killer.
Qi Feidao is very strong.
Different from the feeling that Jiaying brought her, under the coercion of Jiaying, everything she did was like a mighty cockroach shaking a tree.
But the Confucianism in front of him is different.
Although Ling Qing is stronger than her, it is several times stronger than her, but the feeling that this kind of strength brings to Qiao Wan can be surpassed. As long as she works hard enough, one day she will be able to reach the level of Qi Feidao!
But now she can't beat it.
It wasn't a life-and-death duel, and Qiao Wan didn't talk too much, and simply accepted the Buddha's light neatly.
As soon as the Buddha's light dissipated, pieces of flying flowers that could cut throats fell down.
Bai Shanhu rolled up his sleeves, but he didn't expect that there would still be falling flowers without long eyes, and he wanted to fall on the beauty's face.
Before Bai Shanhu could take action, the two shadows rushed out first.
One is the sword light.
The black iron sword behind Xie Xingzhi was unsheathed, and a sword light quickly slashed towards Luohua.
The other way is Buddha Light.
Qiao Wan didn't have time to fully retract the Buddha's light, because it was in the array, closer to Baishan Lake, and one step faster.
The golden little Buddha statue, sitting in a cross-legged position, pinched a Dharma seal in his hand, and just held the falling flower firmly in the palm of his hand, before the sword light, and landed in front of the female cultivator.
The swift sword light took a step slower, and was squeezed out by the Buddha statue in front of the beauty.
In ancient times, there were people who borrowed flowers to offer Buddhas, and now there are people who borrowed flowers to offer flowers.
Golden Buddha presents flowers.
How romantic.
Bai Shanhu was stunned for a moment, even if she was as cold and cold as her, she couldn't help but look up in Qiao Wan's direction.
The young man is handsome and handsome, and he washes the ice and washes the snow.
Women are even more bullying than snow.
The two have the same calm and indifferent expressions, looking at each other at a distance of several meters, and looking at each other.
There was silence all around!
The six major disciples closest to Xie Xingzhi were the first to notice that something was wrong!
Jianguang was pushed out by a butt.
The man frowned, the surroundings were frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow drifted for thousands of miles!
Song Duixue shivered all over.
He prides himself on being romantic, his nose can accurately smell the breath of gossip, and his eyes can also accurately capture that bit of **** Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Love.
Lone Sword Xie Xingzhi, who once had six relationships, seems, seems, to have such a faint affection for his senior sister.
That boy...
If they are not mistaken, this young man is courting Senior Sister Bai, right? Are you courting the girl Xie Xingzhi likes?
This is the woman who ate the guts of a bear and a leopard and dared to grab the lonely sword Xie Xingzhi!
Song Duixue was stunned for a moment, only to feel that a thunderbolt fell on his head, and he almost jumped forward in a gaffe.
wipe! Rival!