Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 74 74. Drawing a bow with ink, breaking your mind

It didn’t take long for the giant eagle to fall slowly, and one person and one fox stepped off the eagle’s wings.

Soon, two long white “girls” full of exotic feelings came out, invited them to their seats, served a pot of mountain fruit, and then looked at Xia Ji curiously. It is still very new for humans to come to the Yaozu.

Not long after, a golden bird’s shadow fluttering in the long sky flew over and landed on a high platform. The figure of a winged wing began to change, turning into a tall man in a golden robe with a hook and nose. His eyes were sharp and he swept across The two people sitting next to Shi Zhuo in the audience said loudly: “King Huixin Fox, although this king has promised to spend this killing and robbery with the Nine Emperor Women Alliance of the Dashang imperial family, it is still in preparation. I don’t want to get involved in right and wrong too early, please go back.”

Huixin said: “His Royal Highness came with me personally. Is this how the Eagle King received it?”

The Eagle King looked dazed and asked: “What about the Fox King?”

Huixin said: “Send two clansmen and send me and the Seven Palaces to the entrance of Mount Xumi, and then send people to patrol the nearby mountains. If you find a fleeing in the rivers and lakes, you can catch if you can, and kill if you can’t.”

The color in the Eagle King’s eyes became cold, and the flying eagle had a arrogant personality. How could it be tolerated by others. If it was a fairy in the clan, he would have already taken punishment. But the fox king in front of him has a great reputation in the North, let alone He also agreed to the alliance at the beginning.

It’s just that the killing is still unclear, he really doesn’t want to get involved so early, but it’s not appropriate to refuse directly.

His sharp eyes swept the two of them, and suddenly landed on Xia Ji’s body, and then laughed and said: “It is not impossible to ask my Eagle Clan to enter the arena now, but I don’t know if the Seventh Highness can Show some power with this king to see?

Your Royal Highness is good at swords, swords, or clubs. Take a dance in this open space. If it is powerful, then the king will send you the Eagle Demon to the entrance of Mount Xumi. “

As soon as these words fell, Huixin’s expression immediately became colder.

This statement seemed peaceful, but it was full of insults.

Swords and sticks?

Dance for a dance?

Is this a juggling?

The glamorous nun had a cold face and raised her voice: “It seems that the Eagle King has been closed for a long time, and she doesn’t even know anything outside, Your Highness Seven”

Xia Ji raised his hand and motioned to her to stop talking.

He glanced sideways at the golden-robed Eagle King on the high platform. The Eagle King looked at him without fear, his eyes pierced like a sharp sword light, but it was destined to just plunge into the calm sea. Even a splash of water cannot be splashed.

The corner of Eagle King’s lips curled up, and he laughed: “It’s still the Seventh Master, what weapon is His Highness good at?”

Xia Ji said lightly: “Are there any pens, inks, papers and inkstones?”

“Paper, ink and pen?”

The Eagle King was stunned, what he wanted to do with his pen and ink. Could it be that the prince in front of him was good at drawing or calligraphy, and wanted to conquer himself with calligraphy, and let himself be willing to help him after seeing it?

He sneered from the bottom of his heart and made up his mind. No matter what the prince drew, he said, “Although it is good, but not so good.”

After making up his mind, Jin Pao Ying Wang raised his hand and said loudly, “Take pen and ink.”

Although this eagle race is a monster race, there are also eagles who transform into a demon to buy some supplies in the less guarded human towns, and then only need to fly to bring them back, which is very convenient. As for “what is the money, why can’t you just grab it,” The idea of ​​“spending money” is mostly passed on by the fox tribe. Many fox spirits of the fox tribe will also write things like “The Days I Lived in Human Cities”, “What I and the Scholars Have to Say Books such as “Things” and “That Night”, these books are all written in monster characters, and they are widely circulated in the North, and they are very popular among the major monsters, so many monsters will call foxes as teachers.

Soon, the eagle clan girl who was full of exotic but not amorous came up with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed it on the stone table in front of Xia Ji.

Xia Ji picked up the pen and dipped the ink,

I don’t even look at it.

The brush strokes pressed heavily on the rice paper, and then suddenly, it became an extremely powerful stroke.

With a powerful force, he pierced towards the sky.

The eagle demons were all waiting curiously, ready to see what the human prince was going to paint, but Xia Ji only left a stroke and put it aside, then looked at the eagle girl who had not yet gone far and said: ” Send it.”

The eagle girl took the rice paper and held it over. She glanced at the painting. There was nothing special. What was the prince of humanity thinking?

King Jinpao Ying smiled secretly in his heart, it had already figured out the reason for its rejection.

then

The painting that could not be called a painting was placed in front of him.

He lowered his eyebrows and glanced.

But just with this glance, he felt that his gaze was stuck in.

That stroke is like a sharp arrow condensed by death, and this rice paper is like a sea of ​​clouds,

The arrow broke through the storm, and wanted to come out through the paper,

This arrow is shocking.

Jin Pao Ying Wang recalled the most terrifying memory in his heart.

Hundreds of years ago,

He is not yet the Eagle King. He went out to practice with his companions. It was very smooth before, but when he returned to the clan, he encountered a marksman in the human world.

The sharpshooter was terrible. He bent his bow to shoot arrows. Every arrow would hit. No matter how high these eagles flew, those arrows could actually break through the clouds and shoot them accurately.

One by one, his companions died tragically and fell from the sky.

And he was shocked and fleeing desperately.

But at this moment, it heard the sound of drawing a bow, and at the same time, a thick murderous aura came upon its face, as if death had come in an instant.

When he was young, the Eagle King was so frightened that he fell straight down in the air. Fortunately, it had already flown over a mountain and landed in the mountains on the other side.

But it found that it had missed the arrow. It turned out that there was no arrow in the marksman pot. That pull was just an open string, but the open string made him a frightened bird.

After it survived that time,

But this matter became a knot in his heart,

Later, in the process of cultivation, it is even more difficult to find in my heart.

However, in the process of becoming a king, this magic barrier has almost disappeared.

He can guarantee that even if the sharpshooter draws a bow in front of it, he will never be afraid.

But this one directly tore its defense,

It turned into an arrow in the sharpshooter of the past, breaking through the sky and bringing death to it.

The Golden-robed Eagle King felt shocked, cold sweat, trembling all over, and then with a groan, he fell directly from the position of the Eagle clan chief, and rolled over several steps, lying on the ground, prostrate. There was still fear in the eyes.

Xia Ji grabbed a mountain fruit in front of him and took a bite. It was sour and sweet. He rubbed his eyebrows. This casual stroke was not easy.

In the gaze with the Eagle King, he used Maitreya Zen to illuminate the delusion in the Eagle King’s heart and understood the fear rooted in his memory.

Later, when I started writing, I used Randeng Zen’s breaking delusion as the tip of the pen.

Just mentioning it can break his mind,

If it hadn’t kept a hand, the Eagle King was afraid that his internal organs were already tumbling, and he was about to spray a blood mist.

The audience was silent.

Even Huixin didn’t understand, she turned her head and looked at Xia Ji with a divine look.

Just make a stroke, scare the Eagle King, I can’t understand these fairy operations

However, the creeping Eagle King’s heart is clear. He already understands what level of figure the Seventh Highness of the Great Merchant is. He takes a few deep breaths before he can speak, and trembles: “Also, please help me. I am willing to assist Your Highness with all my strength.”

At this time, he only felt that his heart was broken, and the sealed fear was awakened like a heart demon, surging against the dam of the heart. If the dam was destroyed, the consequences would be disastrous.

To untie the bell, you must tie the bell. This highness can make him fascinated, so he can definitely help him.

Xia Jidao: “Be happy and listen to me reciting a scripture.”

“Yes”

Xia Ji recalled the one he had read the most, and began to recite: “The Bodhisattva of Comprehension and Freedom, who walked deep in Prajna Paramita for many years, sees that the five aggregates are empty and saves all suffering.

With Xia Ji’s recitation, King Golden Pao Ying became more and more immersed in it, and his fear was slowly disappearing. He only felt that a huge spiritual power came from the sky, and he also entered this power with the wave and became a tributary. .

Once the chanting was over, the Eagle King converted to Xia Ji.

He heaved a sigh of relief and raised his head, all the jealous colors in his eyes disappeared, showing awe.

When I looked at the Fox King again, Huixin folded his hands together, smiled and shouted: “Friends of Taoism.”

(End of this chapter)