Chapter Three: The Eighth Floor of Martial Arts—Slaying Heaven and Man(2/2)
Lu Xing said: "Don't arrange a marriage for Song Qingran. Give me three years and within three years I will definitely go to the mountain to ask for her hand in marriage."
"What I owe her today will be repaid a hundredfold in the coming year."
The Heavenly Master raised his eyebrows slightly, pinched his left hand to do mental calculations, and after a long time he said: "Three years is too long, two years at most."
"Okay." Lu Xing agreed without hesitation.
Lu Xing reached for the wine glass on the table and drank it in one gulp.
A cold current flows from the liver and lungs to the sea of qi, and the golden elixir in the center of the sea of qi quickly melts in the cold air.
The heart-gnawing pain made Lu Xing's gums tremble, and he slammed his arms on the table. He was holding on to the table, his sweat mixed with blood, and large drops of blood spilled out all over his body.
"Ah -" Lu Xing cried out in pain, but he still did not fall down. His fingers dug out sawdust on the table, leaving holes.
Chu Chu frowned. This method was tantamount to breaking bones and reshaping them, forcing out the Taoist aura that had been integrated into the bone marrow.
Such a cruel method will probably leave a lot of sequelae, and even... you can no longer practice martial arts.
Practicing martial arts! Chu Chu suddenly raised his head and looked at Master Tian, and said angrily: "Master Tian has such a noble status, why do you use such methods? Your method of destroying cultivation is probably a hundred times more insidious than using someone as a medicine cauldron.
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The Heavenly Master narrowed his eyes and ignored the shouting Chu Chu, nor did he collect the scattered luck on Lu Xing.
He threw the fly whisk to one side and clasped his hands together. A glazed realm appeared in front of Master Tian. The mirror illuminated Lu Xing. What was reflected inside was not Lu Xing's mirror image, but a battlefield where ice and snow spread thousands of miles.
Blood and swords were everywhere, and there were countless figures in the sky above the battlefield.
Chu Chu was stunned. There was a legend about destiny in the world. Historically, only the Dragon and Tiger Celestial Masters could learn the Taoist secret technique - to change one's destiny against the will of heaven.
The scattered luck converged towards the glass mirror, and after absorbing a certain amount of luck, the scene in the mirror changed again.
On the city wall, a man dressed in purple and wearing a glazed crown looked up to the sky. Upon closer inspection, his face was very similar to Lu Xing. The man held a wooden sword in his hand, with the word "Master" engraved on the hilt.
Character.
And above the nine heavens, more than a hundred immortals stood in the sky, wearing imperial crowns on their heads in front of Tsing Yi, looking at the king of the world across the sky.
The next moment, cracks appeared on the glazed mirror, and the picture suddenly turned into darkness. The old master trembled all over, and blood surged up to his throat. He quickly stopped his breath and concentrated his energy, and suppressed the blood pressure in his mouth.
"Boom!" There was thunder in the daytime, and black clouds gathered around Longhu Mountain. The thunder gathered in the black clouds, trying to break through the defensive formation of Longhu Mountain.
Chapter completed!