Chapter 105: Here, stop, heart sword

In the former Dingguo Gongfu, the plaque of the imperial gift was also taken off with shame and shame following the fall of the dynasty, and replaced with a new chapter. It is still famous in the capital-Quanfu.
　 　 The past Xuanhe momentum has come to an end.
　　 Even so, the Quan family is still very powerful. The top executives of the world's largest chambers of commerce have their clan relatives. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are wealthy.
　　The deep house compound has both the squareness of the northern courtyard and the elegance of the Jiangnan garden. The courtyard with eighteen entrances is filled with hundreds of servants.
Lu Zhengkang and Mo Yun were arranged in Junxian Residence, which is next to Jingcheng East Street. After a few hundred steps, they can go out from the side entrance. East Street sells cultural and entertainment equipment and has a strong cultural atmosphere. Shopkeepers often dressed up as scholars welcome the street leaders. Howl, sighing.
Junxian's residence is backed by a lush bamboo forest. In winter, it is still tall and green, with dead leaves like flying feathers. It is not sentimental to the people watching. The forest stream is gurgling, passing through the arch bridge, flowing into the culvert, and gathering in the next courtyard. In the pond, there is a strange rockery on the pond, which is full of vigor.
　　 There is a pavilion in front of Junxian, the housekeeper is playing chess with Mo Yun, and Lu Zhengkang sits on the stone bench chatting with Quan Suhuan.
　　 "Little Master, let me tell you, I feel cordial when I hear your voice in the car, and I invite you to come as a guest."
　　 Lu Zhengkang smiled, "The benefactor chanted the deer's deer bodhisattva's title, and he must have entered the pure land."
　　 Quan Suhuan smiled piously and happily, "That's nature, the Bodhisattva has vast magical powers, and the Pure Land of Moko's Immeasurable Fude is even more beautiful. I wonder if Master, did you join the Pure Land?"
　　 This long series of prefixes must have been boasted by the monks during the preaching. Lu Zhengkang was non-committal about this and said in a perfunctory tone: "Of course."
"No wonder, it turned out to be your own buddhist...little master, you can live here with peace of mind. Come and leave whenever you want. No one will stop you. If you have any request, tell the people and they will arrange it. Okay." Quan Suhuan's tone was flat, showing infinite confidence everywhere.
　　 "The nobles have a golden mouth, and the poor monks don't follow it. However, if you gain something, you will lose. Today, if you are supported by the donor, the little monk has to do something for the donor in return."
Quan Suhuan chuckled, "Little Master has been out of sight. There are countless worships in my Quan Palace. It is not a problem to raise you to the point of decay. But you have this kind of heart. How will you calculate tomorrow’s weather for the rest?"
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "These trivial things make the village farmer even able to tell the difference. Are the methods of the poor monks used in vain? Three months later, you will encounter a tricky matter, and then you will be the poor. The monk resolved it, and the two of us ended up doing this."
　　'S remarks were a bit of a feat. Quan Suhuan frowned after hearing this, and his face was unhappy, but after all, he didn't say much, and stood up to say goodbye because of his illness.
The butler beside 　　 hurriedly settled down. Seeing that the outcome was difficult to distinguish, he shook his head regrettably and got up to leave. Before saying goodbye, he specifically said: "Outside the city, there are many high-ranking and leisurely living in the Qike Villa, which is subordinate to the Powerful Mansion. The two are happy to visit. In addition, there are also a few distinguished guests living in the mansion. We solve it."
　　 At the end, he shrank his shoulders to catch up with Quan Suhuan, stepping away.
　　 Mo Yun still wears the face towel, he didn't untie it because he was afraid of embarrassment.
　　 "Little Monk, how long do you plan to stay here?"
　　 "It’s good to eat and drink. It’s okay to stay for three months."
"But don’t tell me, my wealth should be lost. Why don’t you borrow a sum of money from that lady Quan. I bought the weapon and went to find the bad luck of the bandits, and I must chase back my broken sword. !"
　　 "Don't be embarrassed by your martial arts!"
When Mo Yun heard this, he stood up, "How can my martial arts be considered low? Even if dozens of masters kill me, I can't get close to me. If it weren't for the group of bandits who attacked and murdered me, I would definitely be able to retreat! Will live here!"
　　 "Hey," Lu Zhengkang retorted, "Don't use ‘lover’-to describe this good place to live!" He stood up, stood by the pavilion and held his hands, although his body was small, his spirit was full.
"You three-legged cat Kungfu are still boasting here. Without that broken sword, you are nothing," Lu Zhengkang chuckled. "Let me calculate, the ancient swordsman's legacy, the first-grade black jade broken sword of the gods, the first-rank Fragments of the "Heart Sword Sutra" exercise technique, is this your support?"
　　 Mo Yun frowned, not eager to refute.
"Is not convinced? Yes, you learned swords at the age of 16, and you reached the realm of human sword integration at the age of 17. At the age of 18, you understood the "Heart Sword Sutra" without any internal strength foundation, overnight, Feeling self-contained. These are also deeds that make you proud."
　　 Lu Zhengkang smiled, "Indeed, you can be regarded as a genius, given you a few hundred years, maybe you can really dominate the rivers and lakes."
　　 The young swordsman was not convinced when he heard it, "Since he is a genius, why does it take hundreds of years to dominate the rivers and lakes?"
　　 "Not to mention that your fragment of "Heart Sword Sutra" can be regarded as a fourth-order internal strength at most. It is as difficult as climbing to make up for it. The biggest problem is that residual sword."
"how you said that?"
　　 "The sword is not yours, but that of the ancient swordsman, with his will inside. If you can't get rid of his influence, you will never have an invincible mind, and you will never be the best in the world!"
　　First in the world!
　　 These four words seemed to have some terrifying magic power. Hearing them, Mo Yun's breathing became stagnant.
　　 The world is first and supreme.
　　 After a strong longing, there is endless depression, and the swordsman yells: "I don't need the best in the world, I just need to be famous, I don't need invincibility."
"Stupid! Stupid!" Lu Zhengkang was heartbroken. "When you meet in hand, do you still have to think that you don't need to swing a sword and the opponent will play chess with you in a friendly way? Hesitated, how can you hold it? The sword in the hand!"
"Yes, yes, even if I can't be the number one in the world, I still have to rule the roost." The swordsman's gaze became serious, and he took off the shameless face scarf, revealing his handsome and handsome face, "My Mo Yun, Ding You must use the sword in your hand to slay thousands of powerful enemies!"
　　 The brilliant sword chants echoed in his chest, like a nine-day wandering dragon eager to try.
　　 The strong heart, once flourished.
　　 Lu Zhengkang looked at the vigorous man in front of him, curled his lips.
　　 What a lie.
　　……
　　 "How do you practice swords at home?"
　　 "Swipe the sword three thousand times in the morning, five thousand times in the afternoon, and sit still to understand the sword in the evening. It took four years before traveling."
　　 "There is no reason to say nothing, take the sword, and attack me!" Lu Zhengkang threw a flickering fourth-grade slashing sword to Mo Yun.
　　 This sword is three feet and eight minutes long. It comes from the Swordsman Village. It cuts gold and jade like cutting mulch. It is hung in Junxianju's rare treasure pavilion and can be used at will.
　　 Mo Yun raised his hand to catch the Zhanjiao Sword, thinking, just to try how good this little monk is in martial arts.
　　 Sword, progress, stab.
　　 The moonlight flows lightly on the sword spine, like a layer of frost.
　　 The blade cuts through the dull winter air~EbookFREE.me~It is like a fish in the Baixi River tracing its source in the quiet water.
　　 The tip of the sword, hazy in the wind, was dark and luminous, completely swallowed by the night, as if the long sword was three inches short out of thin air, and when it pierced the heart, the blood would coat it with the warmest brilliance.
　　 Mo Yun's body and mind are gone with this sword, the sword strength has reached the point where there is no flaw, if the opponent cannot break the sword strength, he will not be able to grasp his body shape, it can be said to be invincible.
　　 A stunning sword, a restrained sword.
　　 only need to touch the body a little, the sharp and dense Hunyuan Jianqi will counter the heart, breaking up the viscera.
　　The fragments of the first order of God, that is also the power of the first order of God.
　　 Approaching the whole body of the little novice monk, the tip of the sword is displayed, and the Jianjing point is three inches away.
　　 Mo Yun looked at Lu Zhengkang who was indifferent, and couldn't help feeling pity.
　　 Sad boy, I don’t know that it’s at stake.
　　 The tip of the sword continues forward, and the swordsman has the confidence to pierce the monk's clothes without hurting Lu Zhengkang's half hair.
Ding--
　　 A sound as crisp as a copper bell in front of the corridor, hovering among the bamboo forests under the moon.
The invincible long sword was clamped by a clean, immature tiger's mouth, and its owner, the proud swordsman, stood one foot in the air, and the whole body's spirit and spirit were supported on that small sword point. , Now a smiling novice is imprisoned, unable to move.
　　 "It's far from enough, bad boy."
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