Chapter 79 - Chapter 79: 74. Drawing a Bow with Ink, Hurting Your Heart

Chapter 79: 74. Drawing a Bow with Ink, Hurting Your Heart

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Not long after, the giant eagle slowly descended. A man and a fox walked down from the eagle’s wings.

Soon, two ‘girls’ dressed in white walked out and invited the two of them to sit down. They served a basin of mountain fruits and looked at Xia Ji curiously. It was quite a novelty for humans to come to the demon race.

Not long after, a golden bird flew over from the distant sky and landed on the high platform. A figure with folded wings began to change, turning into a tall man with a hooked nose and a golden robe. His gaze was sharp as he swept his gaze across the two people sitting beside the stone platform and shouted,” Fox

King Huixin, although I have agreed to ally with the Ninth Princess of the Great Shang royal family to survive this calamity, I am still in the midst of preparations. I don’t want to get involved in this too early. Please return. ”

“The Seventh Prince and I came here personally. Is this how the Eagle King receives us?” Huixin asked.

“What does the Fox King want?” The Eagle King asked with an arrogant expression.

Huixin said, ” Send two clansmen to send me and the Seventh Prince to the entrance of Mount Meru. Then, send people to patrol the nearby mountains. If you find any Jianghu people fleeing, capture them if you can. If you can’t, kill them.

The Eagle King’s eyes turned cold. The Eagle was a proud person and would not allow others to give him pointers. If it was a demon from his tribe who said that, he would have punished her long ago. However, the Fox King in front of him was quite famous in the Northern Lands. Moreover, he had also agreed to the alliance.

It was just that the killing tribulation was not clear yet. He really did not want to get involved so early, but it was not appropriate to directly reject it…

His sharp eyes swept across the two of them and suddenly landed on Xia Ji. He laughed and said, “”lt’s not impossible for my Eagle Clan to enter now, but I wonder if this Seventh Prince can show me some of his strength?

Your Highness, are you good at sabers, swords, or cudgels? Take one and dance in this open space. If you are good, then I will send an eagle demon to send you to the entrance of Mount Meru.”

As soon as he said this, Huixin’s expression immediately turned cold.

These words seemed peaceful, but they were full of insult.

Swords, knives, and sticks?

Did he think that His Highness was a circus performer?

The beautiful nun’s face was cold as she said loudly,”Looks like the Eagle King has been in seclusion for a long time and doesn’t even know what’s going on outside. Seventh Highness …”

Xia Ji raised his hand, signaling her to stop talking.

He turned his head to look at the golden-robed Eagle King on the high platform. The Eagle King looked back at him fearlessly. His gaze was like a sharp sword that pierced through the air. However, it was destined to only pierce into the calm sea, and not even a splash could be made.

The Eagle King’s lips curled up as he laughed out loud.” Your Highness is the wiser one. What weapon is your specialty? ‘

“Do you have a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone?” Xia Ji asked lightly.

“Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone?”

The Eagle King was stunned. Why did he need a brush and ink? Could it be that this prince in front of him was good at painting or calligraphy? Did he want to conquer him through the brush and ink so that he would be willing to help him after seeing it?

He laughed coldly in his heart and made up his mind. No matter what the prince drew, he would say, “Although it’s good, it’s not that good.”

After making up his mind, the golden-robed eagle king waved his hand and shouted, “”Get the brush and ink.”

Although the Eagle Clan was a demon clan, there were also eagle demons who transformed into human beings and went to human towns that were not heavily guarded to buy some supplies. Then, they could bring them back by flying. It was very convenient. As for the concept of ” what is money? Why can’t we just rob it? Why should we spend it? “, most of it was passed down from the fox clan. Many fox spirits of the fox clan would even write books such as ” Those Days I Lived in the Human City “, ” A Few Things That Scholar and I Have to Talk About “, ” That Night “, and so on.These books were written in the demon language and were widely circulated in the Northern Lands. They were very popular with the demons, so many demons would call the fox spirits teachers.

Very soon, the Eagle Clan’s young lady, who was filled with an exotic yet unromantic air, came up with a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. She placed them on the stone table in front of Xia Ji.

Xia Ji picked up his brush and dipped it in ink.

Without even looking, he drew a stroke.

The brush pressed heavily on the paper, and then suddenly lifted, forming an extremely powerful stroke.

It pierced straight into the sky with great power.

The eagle demons waited curiously, ready to see what the human prince was going to draw. However, Xia Ji only drew one stroke before putting it aside.

Then, he looked at the eagle girl who had not gone far and said, “”Send it over.”

The Eagle Clan girl took the paper and handed it over. She glanced at the strokes. There was nothing special. What was this human prince thinking?

The golden-robed eagle king laughed in its heart. It had already thought of a reason to reject him.

And then..

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

He looked down and said,

However, with just one glance, he felt his gaze sink in.

That stroke was like a sharp arrow condensed from death, and this Xuan paper was like a vast sea of clouds.

The arrow broke through the layers of wind and clouds, wanting to pierce through the paper.

This arrow was shocking.

The golden-robed eagle king recalled the most terrifying memory in his heart.

Hundreds of years ago,

He wasn’t the Eagle King yet, so he went out with his companions to train. It was very smooth before, but when he returned to his tribe, he encountered a sharpshooter from the human world.

The sharpshooter was very terrifying. He bent his bow and shot arrows, and every arrow hit the target. No matter how high the eagles flew, those arrows could actually break through the clouds and accurately hit their bodies. His companions died tragically one by one as they fell from the sky.

He was also scared out of his wits and fled with all his might.

At this moment, it heard the sound of a bow being drawn. At the same time, a dense killing intent assaulted its face, as if death had descended in an instant.

The young Eagle King was so frightened that it fell from the sky. Fortunately, it had already flown over a mountain ridge and landed in the mountains on the other side.

However, it realized that it had not been hit by an arrow. It turned out that the sharpshooter’s quiver had no arrows left. When he pulled, he had only pulled an empty string. Just the empty string had already made him a frightened bird.

After it had luckily survived that time,

However, this matter had become a dead knot in his heart.

After that, during the cultivation process, it became a demon barrier in his heart.

However, in the process of becoming a King, this demonic barrier had almost disappeared.

He dared to guarantee that even if the sharpshooter pulled the bow in front of him, he would no longer be afraid.

However, this stroke directly tore through its defenses.

It turned into the arrow of the previous godly archer, breaking through the clouds and bringing death to it.

The golden-robed eagle king felt his soul jolt. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his body trembled. Then, with a loud thud, he fell from the position of the eagle tribe leader. He rolled over a few steps and fell to the ground, unable to get up. His eyes were still filled with fear.

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

As he looked at Eagle King, he used Maitreya Zen to reflect Eagle King’s delusions and understood the fear rooted in the depths of his memories. Then, when he put down his pen, he used the broken style of Dipankara Zen.

With just a lift, he could break his mind.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he had held back, the Eagle King would have already spat out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was silent.

Even Huixin couldn’t understand what was going on. He turned his head and looked at Xia Ji carefully as if he was looking at an immortal.

With just one stroke, he scared the Eagle King to death. He could not understand such an immortal’s operation…

However, the Eagle King, who was prostrating on the ground, had a clear understanding of what level this Seventh Prince of Great Shang was. He took a few deep breaths before he could speak. “Still … Please help me, Your Highness, I…l’m willing to assist you with all my might … Your Highness.”

At this moment, he only felt that his mind was about to shatter. The fear that had been sealed up was like an awakening of his inner demon. It was surging against the dam of his heart. If this dam was broken, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The one who tied the knot must untie the knot. His Highness could shock his soul with a single stroke, so he would definitely be able to help him.

Relax your mind, ” Xia Ji said. ” Listen to me recite a scripture. ”

“Yes …”

Xia Ji recalled the one he had read the most and said, “”Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after practicing the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, he saw that the five skandhas were empty and overcome all hardships…’

As Xia Ji read, the golden-robed eagle king became more and more immersed in his reading, and his fear slowly disappeared. He felt a vast spiritual power coming from the sky, and he was also sucked into this power, becoming a tributary.

Once he finished reciting, Eagle King converted to Xia Ji.

He let out a sigh of relief and raised his head. The arrogance in his eyes had completely disappeared, revealing reverence.

When he looked at the Fox King again, Huixin put his palms together and smiled as he shouted, “”Fellow Daoist..”