Chapter 274: Chi Yanzi Determined to Become a Martyr
As soon as Bai Wuchang disappeared, Lingxiang sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly pinched her fingers and made a gesture to display the technique of "Calm and Peace". Just when Bai Wuchang's fist was approaching, she just opened her spiritual shield.
However, Bai Wuchang is a person whom the Demon Lord values most. Although he seldom takes action on weekdays, he is a hidden talent. How can he be compared with Lingxiang's mere foundation-building cultivation?
In the blink of an eye, Lingxiang's magic was broken. Before she could react, a sudden force hit her and knocked her off the mountain.
Lingxiang had already taken Bai Wuchang's move just now, which should have given Chi Yanzi enough time to dodge, but he took it anyway.
Lingxiang understood why Chi Yanzi didn't dodge. If he had dodged at the critical moment, even if Bai Wuchang had a high level of cultivation, he would not have been able to stop the punch, and she would have been in trouble behind him.
Bai Wuchang must have expected that Chi Yanzi would not dodge, so he took the punch without hesitation.
Chi Yanzi did this to protect her!
When she bounced back, Chi Yanzi pushed Lingxiang even more, with the intention of pushing her away from danger.
Lingxiang flew into the air, then rolled down and landed on the rocks. However, she ignored the pain in her body and struggled to stand up and look in the direction where Chi Yanzi flew. However, she only saw rocks cracking. She immediately became nervous.
Could it be that Senior Brother Chi Yanzi...
Lingxiang was anxious, but she was in pain all over. It was extremely difficult for her to hold herself up, let alone rush to where Chi Yanzi was.
Having no other options, Lingxiang hesitated for a moment before she made up her mind. She wiped the wound on her forehead, made some finger gestures, and began to recite the magic words.
When Chi Yanzi saw that the Lingxiang magic was broken, he knew that Bai Wuchang must have another trick up his sleeve. He knew that he could not dodge, so he quickly protected his chest to avoid getting hurt.
I remember my master once taught that people must learn to be good at defeat. If you know that you will inevitably get hurt, or have to endure harm, you must find a way to avoid a fatal blow.
Only if you keep the green mountains can you have long firewood. Only if you live can you have meaning.
But Bai Wuchang's punch hit her chest solidly. Even though Chi Yanzi used her palm to protect her heart, the pain was still unbearable. In order to prevent Lingxiang from getting hurt, Chi Yanzi had no choice but to slap her with his palm the moment she flew out.
This way I won’t have any worries.
After pushing Lingxiang away, Chi Yanzi rolled down to the middle of the mountain. After crashing into a rock, he finally spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, before Chi Yanzi could catch his breath, Bai Wuchang stepped on his chest with a cold expression: "You are good at talking, I thought you could play with me for a while, but I didn't expect you to be a 'silver-coated spear head', good-looking but useless."
Chi Yanzi spat out another mouthful of blood, smiled miserably, looked at Bai Wuchang with a determined face and said with difficulty: "I am old now, so naturally I am a little powerless, but I cannot agree with the envoy's description of 'useless'."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Yanzi changed the finger gestures on his hands, and Bai Wuchang immediately became like a magnet, and the surrounding gravel was constantly attracted to his body.
Bai Wuchang quickly withdrew, but those stones seemed to have eyes and they chased him no matter where he hid.
Finally, the rubble wrapped him up like a stone ball. Only a pair of feet could be seen standing on the ground. From a distance, he looked like a huge stone ball rolling down the mountain.
But even though he was wrapped and squeezed like this, Bai Wuchang still stood firmly on his feet, but the stone ball kept expanding and contracting, as if he could get away in the next moment.
Chi Yanzi tried his best to maintain the finger gestures and tried to suppress Bai Wuchang, but he was seriously injured and was simply unable to do anything.
Seeing that the stone ball could no longer be suppressed and began to expand rapidly, Chi Yanzi made up his mind, touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, and changed his finger gestures rapidly.
After making a series of hand gestures to sign "Kun", Chi Yanzi smiled and shouted softly: "Explode!" The stone ball that wrapped Bai Wuchang suddenly exploded. In an instant, there was another round of rock collapse, and the valley echoed continuously. The broken stones flew, the trees split, and the dust flew.
This spell had already used up all of Chi Yanzi's remaining strength. However, after a moment, when the dust settled, Bai Wuchang was still standing there, without even moving a step. However, the skin on half of his face was torn, revealing a green face, yellow eyes, and flying white eyebrows.
A stream of black blood flowed from Bai Wuchang's forehead, dripping onto his white clothes, and instantly stained them. He stretched out his finger to wipe the blood on his face, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, then a grim smile appeared on his face, looking extremely weird.
"No one has been able to hurt me in the past ten years."
Bai Wuchang pinched the blood between his fingers for a while, as if he was thinking about something, but suddenly he smiled evilly, turned his palm into a claw, and walked towards Chi Yanzi step by step.
Chi Yanzi was no longer able to dodge, and could not even move. Looking at Bai Wuchang who was approaching step by step, he did not show any fear at all. He just leaned against the stone and looked at him calmly with his eyes narrowed, as if he was welcoming death.
Master, Master, does this count as a martyrdom?
……
The setting sun was lying across the sky, the stream was gurgling, the woodland birds were chirping, and everything was peaceful. But at this moment, the sound of a board suddenly rang out, startling the birds catching insects in the tree.
"People who practice cultivation should not talk about life and death all the time. It is too unlucky!" A woman was dressed in linen clothes, but it could not hide her elegance at all.
“Will the cultivator not die then?” An extremely ugly kid scratched the red mark on his arm. Although he was beaten, his lower body was still firmly in a horse stance, just like his stubborn temper.
"Death is inevitable. A cultivator is still a human being, no matter how much he practices. But since he has practiced, he should not die easily." The woman held the ruler in one hand and pinched her chin with the other, pacing around the stubborn child, as if she was considering what to do next.
"I'm going to die anyway, what's the difference!" The ugly doll looked unhappy, frowning and pouting, which made him look even uglier.
"Snapped!"
Another foot hit came down, and it hit the spot exactly where the previous hit had happened. This time it hurt more than the previous one, and the ugly baby grimaced in pain, but his horse stance remained unmoved.
"Of course it's different. Since ancient times, many people have died, some for money, some for food. There are very few who are calm about it, and even more so who are righteous. There are only a few who leave a good reputation. But no matter what, they all live to survive, whether it's unbearable, dull, or wonderful. But these are just the ways for ordinary people to survive." The woman shook her head, as if she was very satisfied with what she said.
"What about the practitioners?"
"All living things suffer. Those who practice cultivation want to escape from the sea of suffering and prove the truth with their bodies. If they really have to, they should not die easily. Death can only be a martyrdom for the truth!"
“What is martyrdom?”
"To die a worthy death is to be a martyr!"
The pain in his arm eased a lot, and the ugly doll relaxed his brows. He looked at the serious-looking woman in a daze for a while, and after a long time he nodded as if he understood.
Seeing the ugly doll like this, the woman smiled brightly, with a radiance so bright that even the sunset pales in comparison.
"From now on, you are my disciple. Since you are my disciple, you must have a Taoist name. From now on, you will be called Chi Yanzi."
"Sincere and frank, Yan Yan is like my heart!"
(End of this chapter)
