Chapter 651 Talking but Not Practicing, that Is a Fake Move
Since early this morning, Yin San has been squatting on the top of a tree to beat mice. The pile of rubble in his red coat is now only a small half of it.
He didn't use any supernatural powers, nor did he use any sword skills, he just threw stones there.
Even if the hit hits, the rats won't be hurt, but he will laugh happily. If he misses the hit, there will be absolutely no look of resignation to defeat on his face, he will be very angry, and even swear.
Patriarch Xuanyin and Yinfeng were even a little worried, whether he was a little confused because of Chaoge City's setback.
Fortunately, he accepted the words of the ancestor Xuanyin at this time. It seems that the word "old" not only touched Yinfeng, but also touched him.
Yin San stood up, shook his clothes, sprinkled all the remaining gravel under the locust tree, and then flew into the night sky.
Papapapapa, the sound of dozens of stones falling to the ground resounded.
He has made hundreds of round trips in the night sky.
The red clothes are flying like dancing wings, drawing hundreds of incomprehensible lines against the black background, and finally superimposed and combined to form an extremely complicated pattern.
With the ability of Xuanyin Patriarch and Yinfeng's knowledge, he can't see the meaning of this pattern.
"I also don't understand why I keep losing, losing again and again."
Yin San landed in the small farmyard, took the glass of green wine that the ancestor brought over, took a sip slowly, with a satisfied expression on his delicate and clean face, he continued after a while: "It can't be because I'm greedy for drinking, right?"
This joke was not funny, but Xuanyin Patriarch and Yinfeng laughed dryly a few times.
"Whether it's the game of the West Sea, or the two games before and after Chaoge City, it was agreed by Emperor Xiao and I. There is no problem in terms of outline or details."
Yin San smiled and said: "However, we only picked up some small gains in the battle of Yuntai, and the rest were losers. Why? Because we met Tong Yan in the game of Xihai, and Lian Sanyue woke up in Chaoge City, and then he woke up by himself."
Xuanyin Patriarch said: "Luck, I insist that it is luck."
Yin San took another sip of his wine and said, "If his luck can last for such a long time in this life, it's luck. What else are we fighting for?"
Yinfeng let out an unconvinced whistle, and said: "The situation is not bad now. There are so many juniors in Qingshan who support Zhenren. If there is a real fight between the two sides, we will also have the advantage."
Yin San drank the remaining wine in the cup, looked towards the south in the night, and said calmly: "But if he has already calculated everything in this life in advance, are you sure we still have the advantage?"
Ancestor Xuanyin shook his head and said, "Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing left one after another... Even if this matter is irreversible, what about three months? If he can count everything, can he just watch it happen and do nothing? Wouldn't such ruthlessness be more terrifying than evil people like us?"
Yin San said: "Isn't the four words of extinction of emotion and nature most suitable for him? He was a very selfish ascetic back then, only seeking the Dao and not thinking about the rest...Of course these are just speculations."
Patriarch Xuanyin said: "What does the real person want to say?"
Yin San smiled and said: "I want to know how he lived in this life, and why he has better luck than the previous life."
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If you want to know how a person's life is, the best way is not to read his biography, nor to listen to the narration of those who have seen him, but to go to the place where he was born and where he grew up.
After many years, Yin San returned to Qingshan again...not far from Yunji Town.
This time he is alone.
He had a serious meal of hot pot in that famous restaurant, and found that it was no longer the same taste as before, and then he remembered that he was not the same as before, and his taste had changed a lot.
Back then, in this box, the demon from the underworld he possessed was restrained by Zhao Layue with a sword, and then killed by a flying sword.
Thinking about this past event, he threw the chopsticks on the table a little depressed, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at his left hand.
At that time, the sword cable was Firth Sword.
The sword rope in the old plum garden in Chaoge City is still Firth Sword.
A person cannot step into the same river, but can be tied twice by the same sword rope. Will the same thing happen again?
After leaving the restaurant, he went to the Jingyuan outside the town, but of course he didn't pay.
The fog outside the garden was very thick, and the practitioners were still waiting outside. He broke through the fog and landed on the flower trees by the stream, of course, without disturbing the formation.
Smelling the lingering smell of hot pot, he wrinkled the tip of his nose a little cutely, and muttered to himself: "You, a person who doesn't like to eat, how did you teach so many apprentices who love to eat hot pot?"
The next moment he sneered and said, "After all, you still have to learn from me."
Leaving Jingyuan, he went to Gu's house, stole the carriage, leaned comfortably on the cushion, watched the light from the skylight, and kept drinking the fine wine that would be changed every once in a while in the wall.
The wheels crushed the bluestone slabs, and all the way forward, they went deep into the mountains and came to a very remote mountain village.
Logically speaking, such a remote mountain village has no reason to build such a straight and wide road, but this mountain village is very special.
Standing on the cliff outside the village, Yin San squinted his eyes and looked at the fields below. He saw that the rice fields were golden and it was time to harvest.
There are many large houses in the mountain village, and from time to time you can see Zhuangwu's servants haunting, obviously not ordinary people, they must be either rich or expensive, not like what might be seen in the deep mountains.
Walking to the village, I found a short and thin old farmer in the field. With his amiable and harmless face, he learned a lot about the situation very simply.
About one hundred and fifty years ago, an immortal master came to this small mountain village and took away two extremely gifted children.
The people in the village didn't know much about what happened later, they only knew that one of the children became a very powerful figure in a certain family's cultivation sect.
The child's surname is Liu.
The parents of the child surnamed Liu were taken care of by the immortal teacher, lived for more than a hundred years and gave birth to many children.
For the sake of that immortal master, no matter whether it is the imperial court or other big families, they naturally respect these Liu's children very much, let alone dare to offend them.
In this way, now the Liu family has become the leading family in the state capital, and this mountain village has become the private property of the Liu family. The original families have either moved away or become servants of the Liu family.
"Is this Liu family really so powerful?" Yin San asked.
The short and thin old man picked up a cloth towel, wiped off the sweat from his dark face, pointed to the rice field in front of him and said, "All the property belongs to the Liu family, do you think it's great?"
Yin San said: "This big family has done a lot of dirty things..."
Before he finished speaking, the short and thin old man's eyes were full of horror, and he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I don't know anything!"
Yin San smiled and said: "Just chatting casually, why should the old man be so careful."
The short and thin old man didn't dare to answer his words, and waved his hand to signal him to leave quickly.
Yin San was about to leave when he suddenly thought of the rumor in the cultivation world and said, "Old man, is it difficult to learn farming?"
The short and thin old man didn't understand what he meant, and said, "What's so difficult about farming?"
Yin San became interested and said, "Then can I trouble you to teach me how to farm?"
The short and thin old man was even more confused, looked at the red clothes on his body, and said, "Aren't you an opera singer?"
Yin San couldn't help laughing, and said: "It can also be said that singing is a fake style, I want to learn the real style."
The eyes of the short and thin old man suddenly became a little cloudy, and he regained consciousness the next moment, completely forgetting why he was taught this, and asked, "What do you want to learn?"
Yin San said: "Anything is fine."
The short and thin old man asked, "What do you know?"
Yin San said seriously: "I don't know anything."
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Under the sunshine, Xijianxi is like a golden whip being held by the peaks of the green mountains. At this time, it is extremely calm, and it seems that it may break through the sky at any time.
Countless light spots suddenly appeared on the surface of the stream. It was not that the koi in the stream knew that a powerful senior king was coming to express their joy many years in advance, but the projection of countless sword lights in the sky.
Countless sword lights rose from the peaks, came to the sky above Xijianxi, and then fell quickly. The scene was extremely shocking, and the young men and women in Xijian Pavilion turned pale with fright, and dared not speak at all.
Jing Jiu, Zhao Layue and others appeared in the lower reaches of the stream.
"Congratulations to the Master Master to return to the mountain!"
There are people everywhere on the banks of Xijian River and between the cliffs on both banks.
The sound echoed among the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains and did not disappear for a long time. The iron eagle on the Yunxing Peak burst into the air in shock, and the monkeys on the Shiyue Peak began to yell.
Jing Jiu looked at Shiyue Peak in the distance, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the noisy calls of those monkeys stopped abruptly.
Master Guangyuan smiled wryly, thinking that everything was true, the little uncle really didn't like his own monkey, and saluted Jing Jiu: "Lu Guangyuan has seen the uncle."
Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Brother?"
Daoist Guangyuan was startled before he understood what she meant, smiled wryly again, and then solemnly saluted, "Meet the Daoist Master."