Chapter 160 My Circle Doesn’t Seem as Strong as Yours
160 My circle doesn't seem as strong as yours
After using a set of sword techniques to treat Wang and his group well, Xiang Jiannan thought hard and thought that he was good enough again.
Every morning he would open the gate of the temple at dawn and do nothing else but practice swordplay with all his might.
I just felt that the Guan Gong sword was becoming more and more obedient in my hand. Once I got serious, it felt light and weightless. I could chop whatever I pointed at, up, down, left, and right.
What kind of swordsmanship does a Taoist priest practice?
When he came out of the temple, he looked helpless, thinking that his disciple seemed to have entered some kind of crazy state. Gao Yu'an had been trying hard not to say anything for several days.
To put it nicely, my disciple's swordsmanship is free-flowing, but if you don't give me respect, it's just blind gestures.
It's a complete waste of energy. Every move seems to have no method at all.
If you have the energy, you might as well sweep the floor first.
"Master, how was my fight just now?"
After taking a short rest due to exhaustion, Xiang Jiannan stopped dragging the Guan Gong sword with beads of sweat on his face. He took a few steps forward and asked Gao Yuan again.
He was very satisfied with his performance today. When he was wielding the sword, he always felt that there was some force driving him.
From the look in the master's eyes, one can tell that the old Taoist priest is very excited and hesitant to speak. This should be due to his rapid growth. He is proud of himself.
"Dancing Demons? What a good name."
Banchang Wuyan couldn't bear to dampen his disciple's enthusiasm. Thinking that practice cannot lack energy and spirit, he could only endure it when Gao Yuan spoke.
He didn't want to comment until Xiang Jiannan said it. A riot of demons? The people in this town are better than you when they are drunk. The name is quite appropriate.
"Take a break and sweep the floor later."
After praising, he did not forget the main business. Looking at the pilgrims coming from afar, Gao Yuan said seriously.
Few people come to the temple so early in the morning, and I am not ready yet. Look, the disadvantage of not cleaning up before opening the door has emerged.
"Master, come here. I want to go in and take a bath."
Naturally, he was not happy to be dragging Guan Gong's sword with him. His whole body was sticky and Xiang Jiannan wanted to run away while he was talking.
He didn't understand why he had to sweep the floor after opening the door every day, as there wasn't much dust.
The hygiene of Ping An Temple is trustworthy. I think it should be no problem to clean it every other day. The most important thing is that I have been obsessed with martial arts recently and I really don’t have the mood to deal with other things.
His ambitions had undergone a drastic change on the day Wang and his party left the Taoist temple.
"That little Taoist priest, stop and don't run!"
Just when Xiang Jiannan was trying to get away before his master opened his mouth, he had just stepped over the threshold with one foot dragging the Guan Gong sword when the young Taoist heard a shout from behind him. He turned around and saw the old Taoist with an expression that said, "It is God's will that cannot be defied." He then half turned around and looked at the newcomer.
The pilgrim had very fast feet and in just a few breaths he had arrived in front of the temple.
Running towards me?
"Are you calling me?"
Seeing that he did not know the person who came, Xiang Jiannan looked around and then spoke to confirm.
I was the only one who could be called a little Taoist priest in the entire Ping'an Temple. When I stopped, I saw that my master wanted to escape, and he moved extremely quickly.
He placed the broom directly on his shoulder and reminded himself to work hard before entering the temple.
"It's you. You look good. You are indeed a good candidate."
As he lifted his leg to go up the stairs, the strange man who had been looking at Xiang Jiannan carefully, who was slightly plump and had a sallow complexion, began to praise him.
Although he looked sick, his words were very sincere, which made Xiang Jiannan, who was standing at the gate of the temple, feel embarrassed for a moment, but in his heart he thought, "Brother, don't stop."
No matter where it is, it can grow as long as you want.
This uncle who looks much more handsome than my master, what does he want from me?
"Young Taoist Xiang Jiannan, please enter the temple and we'll talk."
Xiang Jiannan became cautious because of the words of the strange man and restrained his previous unruly behavior. He tried his best to maintain his own image.
It was a rare occasion for her to be complimented on something, and even though he was only impressed by her appearance, she could tell that this strange man was being genuine and showing his true feelings.
One's inner self is like one's outer appearance. The more you get to know someone, the more you will understand what it means to be consistent inside and out.
I wanted to give the strange man a standard greeting, but my brain couldn't keep up with my throat, and I suddenly ran out of words halfway through my words.
"There's no need to enter the temple. Let me ask you, where did you learn the curse method?"
He came to stand in front of Xiang Jiannan, staring at the broom beside the young Taoist priest. As if he was suddenly angry, the strange man took it and threw it to the ground: "A good horse should be equipped with a good saddle. The old Taoist priest is really unreasonable. How could he let such a good seedling hold this!"
Are you saying that my face is long? How come it suddenly changed to a life attack! Confused by the strange man's curse, Xiang Jiannan suddenly remembered what the man in white said that day, and he was also surprised.
How could a small circle be related to the curse? I have only recovered to normal for a few days, and now more people are coming. Are they sent by the man in white?
The master said that the method of cursing belongs to an unacceptable school of thought. If you keep going south, you might encounter it.
What is the south? The so-called curse they mentioned was created by themselves.
Just a thought and it will appear.
How did this strange man know this? "Xiaodao, I don't quite understand what you mean."
As he spoke, he put the Guan Gong sword aside. Seeing the strange man looking at him excitedly, Xiang Jiannan really couldn't continue the conversation.
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Now he just wanted to hand this strange man over to his master, and let the old Taoist priest give him the answer, which would be more convincing.
After all, he was one of the earliest victims, and so far, the only one.
There is no such thing as curse in their Taoist sect. These two words do not fit in with the main theme promoted by their own Taoist temple.
"Look at me."
Seeing Xiang Jiannan's puzzled expression, he immediately raised his hands and began to draw circles in the air. The movements made by the strange man seemed very familiar to the little Taoist priest.
I saw him stretching his fingers and drawing circles for a long time, but there was no movement. However, he was still not discouraged, and persisted with a serious face.
When they met for the first time, he seemed to want to show off his skills in front of the young Taoist priest, but he seemed to make mistakes in a hurry.
"Just wait a little longer, it will be ready soon."
She spun her hands in the air for more than ten times without stopping. The more she spun, the less confident she looked, and the stranger's tone became gradually awkward when he spoke.
It must be the Taoist temple in front of me that affected my performance. Such a situation where I failed dozens of times has rarely happened in recent years.
This further proves that my methods are extraordinary. After going around in circles, the young Taoist should be able to see it.
"Why don't we go into the temple and talk about it first."
Really unable to bear to dampen the enthusiasm of the stranger man, Xiang Jiannan spoke softly suggesting that he try very hard to hold his breath and concentrate.
The floor does not need to be swept, people always need to rest. Now he feels that the sweat on his body has dried, and taking a shower and changing clothes are his most urgent needs at the moment. Xianjinguan asked the old master to accompany him, as it is very tiring to stand like this all the time.
Zhi~~~ Just when Xiang Jiannan wondered whether he could sit down first, a tearing sound rang in his ears, and he saw that there was finally movement in front of the strange man.
As if the air in front of him was cut open, a circle with a black edge suddenly appeared in front of him.
The circle seemed motionless, and through it, the face of the strange man could be seen.
"Little Taoist priest, how is it? Compared with the circle you drew, who is stronger between us?"
The task was accomplished and he was smiling happily. He pointed his finger at the center of the circle, and the strange man made Xiang Jiannan feel an unspeakable power.
He felt that all the colors around him disappeared in an instant, and when they came back, Xiang Jiannan knew clearly that he had just walked in the dark.
This circle is different from the one I drew, both in terms of function and appearance.
At this moment, he could conclude that the strange man had found the wrong person, because when he drew the circle, it was brighter than his.
He imitated the strange man and gestured with his fingers in the air. He completed his thought quickly without failure, and a circle appeared in front of Xiang Jiannan's eyes.
The two circles facing each other did not cause any movement, but I saw the circle I drew suddenly disappear from my sight.
Unlike before, it felt like they were completely running away, which made the strange man laugh so hard that even the master in the temple came out.
"Disciple, what are you doing? I feel weird inside, my legs are a bit fidgety..."
Maybe it’s because I have to go to work. I feel like there’s something swirling in my head after I get up. I’ll take a rest first. If I can get up again, I’ll write another chapter. This National Day feels very fulfilling, but on this last day, I feel like I’m going to collapse…
(End of this chapter)