Chapter 71

The moon is full on Pinghu Lake, the drizzle is slightly misty, there is no moonlight, only the moonlight is all over this world.

On the water surface, countless tiny ripples swaying the moonlight, and the cold wind carrying the rain beat on the face, bringing a cold and fresh feeling. On Chen Ang's independent boat, he looked at the light of the lake leisurely, with a quiet face and no waves.

Behind him was Murong Bo, who came out in a panic. His face was gloomy and looked at him solemnly.

"If I'm not mistaken, you just used it, but my Murong family's participation finger?"

Chen ang flicked the rain and turned his head and said, "martial arts has reached the level of you and me. Ordinary moves have long been ignored. I just wrote 53 changes, and indeed 12 of them came from the ginseng and cooperation finger."

Murong Bo sighed, "fu'er's hard practice of fingering for 20 years is not as good as what you got in March. If I didn't know, I'd think you've been immersed in this fingering for more than 50 years."

Chen ang looked at him with a smile and said, "with his fingering, even if I practice it for another 100 years, it won't be my opponent!"

There was no sarcastic tone in his voice. It was just a plain statement. Murongbo's ears could be heard, but it was very bad. His face changed for a while, uncertain. It took him a long time to sigh: "also, your martial arts are improving day by day, and your age is no older than Fuer. Even if he wants to reach your current level, it will take 20 years."

"Twenty years is not enough!"

Chen ang flicked the raindrops falling in front of him. A little silver was originally the most soft thing in the world, but he played it in his hand like a silver bead. With the power of this bullet, it was shot out in vain. In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, and countless crisscross ripples appeared on the tens of feet of water between murongbo and Chen ang.

The silver thread passed through the spray and rain on the lake and hit Murong Bo's eyebrows with a colorless but deadly force. With this blow, the rain in the sky drifted to Murong Bo. Chen Ang's only finger was hidden in the ten thousand silver wire, which brought deep pressure to Murong Bo.

He shook his sleeves like an iron wall. With a strong internal force, he hit the water in front of him. The water splashed several meters high, like an overwhelming wave, blocking him.

Thousands of silver threads were left on the other side of the spray. Only a little silver awn broke the spray, shot in, hit the sleeves waved by Murong Bo, splashed violently, and even the boat under Murong Bo pushed away several feet.

"Flower fingering!" murongbo was shocked. Chen ang placed a wisp of flower fingering force on the piece of rain. You know, water is the most soft thing in the world. It is invisible and invisible. Those who can use water to make concealed weapons are unheard of. Shooting dozens of steps without exhaustion is more like a divine word.

Before he put down his sleeve, a piece of round cloth with the size of a chess piece floated down his chest, revealing the flesh color in front of him. This time Murong Bo couldn't even keep his face, showing a look of horror. It's incredible that the flower fingering force can rest on the rain. Chen ang even retained the flower fingering force, which is silent, colorless and powerful in the air.

Make the finger force pass through Murong Bo's cassock subduing the devil skill and leave a mark on his chest.

This martial arts can be said to be extremely terrible.

"Twenty years is not enough."

Murong Bo tried his best to concentrate his eyes on his fingers. He saw an opportunity. He pointed at the silver wire in front of him. A little cold solidified the rain. At one point, the ice edge shot out.

Chen ang over there smiled and bounced three times in front of him. A weak drop of water shot as fast as an arrow. Its strength was just fierce. If it hit people, it would be no worse than steel. It could smash bones. His rain was as thick as mercury, and did not condense into ice like murongbo.

On this alone, Murong Bo lost first. Although Bing is strong, Chen ang supports his strength with invisible things, which is more than freezing ice at his fingertips.

"Your lordship's doraea finger is domineering and tight!" Murong Bo waved three times before breaking up three drops of water. Chen ang gently copied and twisted the ice edge on his fingertips. "The old man's participating finger power is unparalleled in the world."

Chen ang smiled and heard the wind. The ice edge had disappeared. Even Murong Bo could not see its shadow. Countless raindrops splashed in the sky and underground. Murong Bo could hear the rustle.

Everything was silent. Only a little warning in his heart made him extremely vigilant. There was no basis. Murong Bo pointed out in the void, made a sound in the air, and dozens of raindrops exploded, as if the two forces suddenly collided together.

The mist filled the air. Murong Bo's ears were sweating with sweat and said in a trembling voice: "no phase rob your fingers. You should take the water vapor as the basis and bear the finger force. Admire! Admire!"

Murong Bo was still on the ship when the first one came out. When the second one fell, he had already fallen into the lake. Murong Bo put his sleeve under the water, splashed a stream of water, pointed his toes to the water, and kicked a water ball. It was a unique skill of Shaolin, such as walking with his legs and Dharma palm.

However, the two palms and legs that spared Murong Bo's best efforts were slightly shocked by Chen ang and burst into the air. Chen Ang's five fingers revolved, and little by little silver wires were stagnant, heavy, fast, unparalleled, or silent. The martial arts he saw in Murong Bo's life were carried by a little rain, which forced him to be embarrassed.

They can only use their martial arts one by one. They use the lake as a chessboard and the rain of the lake as chess pieces. They play a startling chess in the lake under the moon. Murong Bo has long forgotten the competition and used his whole body to deal with this unprecedented strong enemy, but Chen ang is only forcing his potential.

The martial arts that Murong Bo has learned for many years are quite subtle. His 20-year-old Shaolin unique skills and hundreds of martial arts, together with his own Murong unique skills, have become the object of Chen Ang's study.

If Chen ang was forced to master it at first with his profound martial arts cultivation, now, with the polishing and teaching of murongbo, these unique skills have an unspeakable taste. They are a little refined to the bone marrow, which is revealed from Chen Ang's brushwork. All kinds of martial arts wisdom in the book collection are carefully chewed and excavated more subtle beauty.

Murong Bo was forced to the extreme and strove to the surface of the water. He forgot what rules and jumped at Chen ang. A little on his right hand was the "flower picking finger" used by Chen ang just now. This finger was extremely insidious. In Murong Bo's envoy, it was more murderous than any Shaolin eminent monk.

It completely abandons all compassion and staying behind, and only emphasizes the power. The powerful Buddhist martial arts have greatly increased in murongbo's hands, but they have a sense of progress and no retreat. The power of killing and cutting is extremely extreme. Even the Shaolin eminent monk who created this martial arts should avoid its edge.

Unfortunately, he is facing Chen ang.

Only Chen ang can smile. His face is always calm and free, as if he had deep understanding. According to the legend of Zen, Sakyamuni said at the Lingshan meeting that he held the golden Baltic flowers in his hands and showed them to the public. They were silent, and only the Buddha of Kaya smiled. This is a finger.

Buddha picked flowers and Gaye smiled.

However, seeing Chen Ang's fingers soft and incomparable, every time his left hand pops up, it seems to be about to pop off the appearance beads on the flowers in his right hand, but he is afraid of shaking off the petals. Murong Bo doesn't see his fingers, but he feels a pain in his chest, and his body also shoots out and falls on the lake.

"Flowers bloom to see people, people see me."

This finger is already between being and not being. It is like an epiphany. It can't be obtained. There is no sound or color. It has reached the realm of invisibility, no appearance, colorless, no quality, and everything is empty. Even the abbot of Shaolin can only marvel here.

Chen angqu pointed out that sitting on the water, there was only a lotus leaf, which set him off under his body. With a gentle touch, the silver wires in the sky fell one after another, condensing as real Qi strength. With the drizzle as the string and the heaven and earth as the piano, he played softly.

A little silver wire was pointed and pulled by Chen angqu, and a little silent sound was obscured in the world. The lake was like a huge speaker, shaking slightly. The sound of "Zheng!" spread all over the lake. Even Wang Yuyan, who was far away in mantuo villa, raised her head in doubt and whispered, "who is playing the piano?"

Chen Ang's pupils are blue. All his thoughts and perceptions stay at this moment. Time has stopped. The falling drizzle, the gentle lake and the beautiful moonlight have become a static picture at this moment. The moment becomes eternal and the moment becomes forever. Only the faint piano sound seems to come from outside.

The rain gathered into one piece, revealing the bright moonlight. I don't know whether it is true or unreal? An invisible hand gently flicks hundreds of millions of silver wires and twists flowers with one finger. It is silent, colorless and invisible, but it can move thousands.

The piano sound is sound and silent. The melody exceeds the limit of people's listening, but it can be heard under the vibration of the lake. Invisible sound waves permeate the whole lake, and everything vibrates together, including murongbo's internal organs, blood vessels, meridians and even internal forces. With the jump of Chen ang's fingertips, it vibrates and can't be controlled.

In a trance, Murong Bo was unconscious. He could only dance disorderly under the sound of the piano. Countless small and complex Qi forces penetrated into his body, controlling, pulling and even changing his internal power. Murong Bo was like a puppet, easily controlled from body to mind.

"Life and death talisman" is just a child in front of such terrible martial arts. It controls people's life and death. It is not terrible, but it controls his heart. The force puzzles his heart and enchants his soul. It comes from sound and is better than all spiritual mysteries, changing Murong Bo's mind.

As he danced wildly, his invisible strength became more and more closely controlled, and the sound of the piano gradually reached a climax. Finally, in the sound of a broken string, everything was quiet and calmed down. The rain fell again, and the moonlight gradually blurred, submerged in the rain, everything seemed to have happened.

Chen ang brushed his hand and sighed:

"Where can I find a bosom friend at the end of the world?"