thefictionvixens Chapter 20 Two Techniques
Chapter 20 Two Techniques
The mountain bandit's strike was merciless, exceeding An Lan's limits; there was no way to dodge it, and no way to block it.
She was not familiar with martial arts techniques and just relied on her powerful skills to attack recklessly.
To use a more modern analogy, it's like a little girl holding a pistol, while the bandit leader on the other side is a fully armed terrorist wearing a bulletproof vest.
An Lan was inferior to his opponent in terms of combat experience, strength, and mentality.
An Lan's only advantage is that she has a "godfather" who holds the "nuclear button".
click!
The blade stopped in front of An Lan.
There was something blocking the way.
It was neither refined iron nor a rare treasure, but flesh and blood.
Suddenly, an index finger was held upright in front of An Lan. The gleaming cleaver sank into the fingertip, pressing the flesh slightly, but could not go any further.
When?!
The leader's eyes widened like saucers. He knew he wasn't exactly a top expert, but how could he have built such a large empire by relying on his self-created "Lone Wolf Sword Technique" to roam the outlaw world without even noticing someone getting close?!
The man who stopped his cleaver with his fingers was dressed in flowing robes, had a well-proportioned physique, and fair, delicate hands that made him look more like a scholar than a martial artist.
That's precisely why it's so terrifying.
This is either a return to simplicity or a profound inner strength like that of a celestial being; neither of these is something a bandit like him can afford to mess with.
"oops."
The leader loosened his grip, and the broadsword in his hand clattered to the ground. Before Sheng Wansong could even make a move, he rolled backward three times.
Just as he managed to stabilize himself, he transformed into the legendary ultimate technique: the posture of a tiger descending the mountain.
To put it simply, it means kneeling down and prostrating oneself on the ground.
"Hero, spare my life! Hero, spare my life!"
When Wang Jian, the military officer of the Lü family, slashed at Sheng Wansong, he felt a slight pain. This bandit was not as strong as Wang Jian, and the broken iron piece in his hand was far inferior to Wang Jian's treasured sword. This slash was not even enough to trim Sheng Wansong's nails.
Sheng Wansong didn't even bother to look at him, directly picked up An Lan, and stepped out with the "Indulgent Ascension Step".
The leader waited for a long time without any response, and his neck felt cold. He quietly raised his head, only to find no one in front of him.
"Phew! Looks like he was scared away by me."
He jumped up, dusted himself off, picked up the large machete from the ground, and swaggered back to the mountain stronghold.
Seeing one of his men covering his mouth and snickering, he yelled, "What are you laughing at?! If you laugh again, you won't be on the next robbery!"
Sheng Wansong, carrying An Lan, used the full power of the Ascending Immortal Step. Although it seemed like a leisurely stroll, the speed was like lightning. The mountains and trees on both sides turned into fleeting shadows and rushed backward.
It is similar in concept to the legendary ability to shrink the earth to an inch and the supernatural power of foot.
The movement was as swift as thunder, yet it did not stir up the slightest bit of wind or noise; An Lan's jet-black hair remained flowing smoothly.
This seemingly divine skill captivated An Lan.
She believed she loved everything about her master.
But compared to her approachable master, it was the god who displayed supernatural powers and stood high above her that truly captivated her heart and soul.
She tried her best to get close.
Ok?
It smells like a woman!
An Lan's mind flashed with images of Sheng Wansong's second and third sisters.
What exactly was I doing when I wasn't around at noon?
"arrive."
An Lan had barely caught a glimpse of the wooden sign for Peach Blossom Village when the Li family's wooden house appeared before her eyes.
"Get some rest, summarize your experience, and once your second and third sisters have recovered, we'll go again to find out more."
The full moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light illuminating the ground. The two returned in less than a tenth of the time it had taken to get there, and if they were to sleep, they would have had enough time to get a good night's rest.
An Lan, quite unusually, did not volunteer to warm the bed. Instead, she waited in the bedroom for a while before quietly picking up a wooden bucket to wash her pants.
Before washing, Anlan inexplicably brought it to her nose and sniffed it.
"Same taste."
To be precise, they are not the same; her pants smell a bit stronger, but they have a similar feel.
After returning to his room, Sheng Wansong did not go to sleep immediately, but instead sat down at his desk and began to conceive ideas.
He spent so much time painstakingly examining the bones at noon, inside and out; it wasn't a joke.
Having learned from An Lan's experience, it wouldn't be too difficult to create two more cultivation techniques.
It's called "creating," but in reality, it's just a beggar's version of martial arts that removes and degrades a portion of the essence of the Sacred Heart Manual and integrates it into local martial arts.
With a commanding viewpoint, there were no obstacles.
Compared to An'an, the two of them have more ordinary physiques, so there is a significant difference in the strength and upper limit of their cultivation techniques.
But just as a simple-minded boy can become a peerless master, as long as they persevere and have other opportunities, the two of them may not be inferior to An Lan in the future.
The entire simulation process took only three days, and during those three days, the two sisters didn't go out much, staying indoors to recuperate.
When the two finally came out of the room, Sheng Wansong handed them two handwritten manuals.
"Big brother, what's this?"
Guan Lin took the booklet, which had three large, dark blue characters on it: "Yi Mu Qing Long Jue". While Guan Lin was still wondering, Zhang Jiao had already opened her own booklet.
"It seems to be a profound internal energy cultivation method, quite similar to my 'Mountain-Suppressing Strength,' but it is exquisitely ingenious and extremely mysterious."
The internal cultivation technique in Zhang Jiao's hand is called "White Tiger Roaring Mountain Skill".
These two martial arts techniques were developed by Sheng Wansong based on the "Changchun Gong" and "Zhenshan Jin" currently practiced by his second and third sisters, combined with the physical secrets of each of them.
As for why these two names were chosen, it's because the Azure Dragon has a beard, and the White Tiger is a white tiger.
He smiled and said casually, "Since my elder brother said he would create a cultivation method for each of you, would he lie?"
"this!"
Guan Lin's hand holding the book trembled slightly. "I thought you were just..."
He only lusted after her body, so he deliberately made up some excuse about touching her bones to do that.
"I never imagined I was such a shameless person in my second sister's eyes?"
Guan Lin walked over and took Sheng Wansong's hand with her delicate, soft hands. "Big brother, it's me."
"What are you two being so fussy about?!"
Zhang Jiao couldn't stand it any longer and urged, "You've obtained such a profound technique, why aren't you trying to cultivate it? What are you doing acting out these romantic entanglements?!"
After saying that, she grabbed her second sister's arm and dragged her away.
Unlike An Lan, the two of them had already laid a solid foundation and did not need to start from scratch.
The new technique is in line with the old one, and can be seamlessly transformed into new internal energy, greatly increasing strength.
An Lan, who was hanging clothes to dry, stared wide-eyed at the farce, her large pupils slanting upwards like a cat's pupils.
A cultivation technique that belongs only to him, and a love that belongs exclusively to her.
What I thought was a special privilege reserved for me alone has now been shared by two others.
Endure! Endure some more!
They were to stay in Peach Blossom Village to protect their mistress, as their mistress would soon be leaving.
Before long, we won't have to see those two again!
That night.
An Lan's current cultivation level was not high enough to replace sleep with meditation, so he ended his cultivation and planned to go warm the bed.
But someone beat them to it!
She saw Guan Lin knock on the master's door, her voice sweet and slightly shy: "Big brother, your second sister has come to apologize for what happened this morning."
Kakakakaka.
An Lan's slender fingers gripped the mottled wall, her nails leaving scratches.