Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 38: So, the best martial art in the world is to run fast
Countless water droplets splashed into the air and mixed with the drizzle.
In the water droplets, a thin fishing line was shaking, with the true energy surging on it, and below the fishing line was the lake water that had been cut open.
It was as if the flow of the lake had been cut in half. The water stopped flowing, and even the boats on the lake stopped flowing.
Looking at the amazing sight before their eyes which was enough to amaze ordinary people, the boatman and woodcutter on the boat still seemed calm.
"This old man Jiang Weng." The woodcutter was even rubbing the soles of his feet with his hands and said as he looked at the splashes of water in the sky.
"It's just as messy as always."
"Indeed." The boatman thrust the bamboo pole in his hand into the lake and steadily parked the boat on the water.
"It's a big noise, but it doesn't seem to have any effect."
The boatman simply commented on this move. In his opinion, at least for Li Si, this move would be of no use.
And that was indeed the case. In the instant the fishing line was tangled up, Li Si had already leaped into the air.
The fishing line followed and swept through like an iron whip sweeping through bamboo, sweeping away everything in its path . Amidst the flying dust, it cut down a section of the trees behind the mountain path, but did not hurt Li Si at all.
But seeing Li Si dodged his first move in mid-air, the fisherman did not panic. He smiled slightly and swung the fishing rod in his hand.
The fishing line that was still rolled up in the air shook for a moment, and then changed direction again, winding towards Li Si in the air with a sharp sound of wind.
Theoretically, a person should not be able to change direction in mid-air .
But Li Si stepped on the water droplets splashing around him, causing them to tremble a few times. He then used the force to fly to the side.
"Swish!" The fishing line passed in front of him, cutting a drop of water in half, making the already scattered water droplets even more messy.
Behind the splashes, Li Si, who had been chuckling, opened his eyes slightly.
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"Is he okay?" On the mountain, Bai Yaoer looked at the old monk beside him and asked hesitantly.
She couldn't see the scene on the lake clearly, but she could see that the lake was divided into two halves and a section of the forest had collapsed.
Most of her knowledge about the martial arts world came from stories about knights and wanderers, but she had never seen the dangerous side of it.
People in the underworld will always live a life of blood and sword.
"Don't worry, he said it will only take an hour, so we just need to wait for him for an hour."
The monk who passed away clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and slowly recited a passage of scripture.
"Namo Amitabha, Amitabha..."
The sound of the scriptures spread into the dense rain and faded away.
The sound of monks chanting on the mountain is empty, while the sound of turmoil in the world below the mountain continues.
The drizzle and water droplets mixed together, falling on the face with a slightly cool feeling.
Li Si was ready to fight back. No matter how good his temper was, he had no intention of continuing to be beaten.
As for how to pay it back, of course I will pay it back with my hands.
The fisherman by the lake was still sitting calmly, pulling the fishing rod in his hand, dancing the fishing line in the air until it was impenetrable.
But, just when he pulled the fishing rod again.
Li Si's figure disappeared in the fishing line.
The next moment, the water from the sky fell, the lake water flowed backwards, and the gully in the center of the lake was filled up by the water again.
On the lake surface where water was splashing like beads, Li Si's figure appeared there.
The fishing line was still shaking, the fisherman was still smiling, and a drop of transparent water fell between the two of them.
The water drop fell half an inch.
At this time, the fishing rod had not yet been swung, and the faint smile on the fisherman's face had not yet faded, but Li Si had already crossed the distance of dozens of meters between the two of them.
He stretched out a finger and broke the drop of transparent water.
The white fingers carried a small stream of water, passing through the water and sky, and stopped in front of the fisherman.
The two of them paused at the same time.
“Wow!”
A moment later.
All the water in the air fell down, the lake surface was rippled, and the fishing line was hooked on a branch on one side.
The fisherman sat there, looking at the finger that stopped in front of him. His throat moved and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead and slid down the tip of his nose.
I don’t know if it was rain or water, but the clothes on his back were already soaked.
He had always heard that Li Si's Qinggong was very fast, but it was not until just now that he experienced firsthand how fast that was.
He was also a famous master, so he knew and could see that there was probably nothing in the world that could be faster than Li Si's Qinggong.
This even included Dugu Bufu's sword, Yan Jinling's knife, Tang Zhong's hidden weapon... because it was a speed that could never be faster.
But is this really possible? Is there really such a fast skill in this world, or did he just see it wrong?
The fisherman couldn't think so much. He could only be thankful that Li Si didn't use weapons, otherwise, he would have been dead by now.
"It seems that you failed to catch the fish." Li Si's face smiled again and he withdrew his hand.
"You can leave now, or try again with your companions. However, I may not show mercy next time."
As he spoke, Li Si glanced at the small boat on the lake.
On the boat, the boatman and the woodcutter seemed to be ready to take action.
"Are you sure?" the woodcutter asked the boatman.
He sat and looked at Li Si on the shore, his hands tightly gripping the axe at his waist.
"No." The boatman gave a stern answer and took out a broadsword from under the awning.
He saw two points from the previous contest.
One thing is that Li Si's Qinggong is really fast.
Another point is that Li Si can really walk on water.
What level has his Qinggong reached?
The boatman thought about it and held the knife in his hand horizontally.
But who can tell for sure? All those words like fast, strange and unique in the world are just descriptions.
Only by seeing him in person can you understand why he is called the best in the world.
Can his knife really keep up with his movements?
The boatman had no answer, or rather he already had the answer but just couldn't say it.
"Senior Li!" On the lake, the boatman shouted and drew his knife.
The sword energy is mighty and the sound is like a loud bell.
"Sishui Gang Heng Liancheng, I'm sorry for offending you today!"
He knew that he had to take action, for his future and for his sword.
"Don't yell."
Li Si muttered helplessly and turned back.
Why does everyone like to call him senior? Is he really that old?
Being called "senior" by older people is detrimental to one's virtue.
Don’t ask whether there is such a thing as hidden virtue in this world. The answer is yes, as Li Si has personally been to the underworld.
The wind blew on the lake, and the white clothes by the lake fluttered.
Between the water and the sky, the sword reflected the light of the lake, illuminating the appearance of the people on both sides.
