Chapter 95 God's Will Is Like a Knife that Cannot Be Violated, Xue Jing Is Like a God (4K)

Xue Jing was enjoying swimming in the pool when the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Junior brother!"

Zhu Shanying pushed open the door and walked in. Looking at the figure moving in the water, his eyes lit up.

"So you are here. I was wondering why I couldn't find you in the training room."

Xue Jing heard the voice and dived into the water.

He touched the bottom with both feet, bent his knees to accumulate strength, and kicked hard.

"Boom!"

The water surface exploded like a bomb was thrown, and countless water splashed. A figure jumped out of the water and jumped directly from the center of the pool to the shore.

He was only wearing a pair of swimming trunks. Under the sunlight in the well-lit room, his perfect body proportions were undoubtedly revealed.

The shape of each muscle was the most extreme of human beauty. Countless water droplets flowed slowly along the skin, shining brightly, with an indescribable color.

When Zhu Shanying saw this scene of a ‘beauty emerging from the bath’, he was stunned and could not look away.

Xue Jing shook his head, stretched out his hand to push back his hair that was neither too long nor too short to cover his eyes, combed it into a slicked back style, and then looked up at Zhu Shanying with a smile in his eyes.

“Senior Sister Zhu.”

He greeted her softly.

Zhu Shanying’s eyes were a little dazed, and she came back to her senses after hearing the greeting. She quickly looked away, and her cheeks flushed.

“Well… well, Junior Brother, it’s noon, let’s go eat.”

She said in a somewhat dry tone.

Xue Jing nodded, and his whole body was full of strength.

“Crackle——”

The water droplets all over his body were scattered in an instant, and his body was like being wiped with a towel, leaving only a little water vapor.

"The control of strength is not fine enough... If you can shake without leaving any moisture, and your body will be dry instantly, then you will reach the state of 'not a feather can be added, and flies can not land'."

Xue Jing thought to himself while changing his clothes.

The lunch arranged by Zhu Shanying at noon was not some rare delicacies from the mountains and seas, but it was similar to the Canglong Dojo, but with better medicinal food.

Ordinary food can hardly meet the nutritional needs of warriors.

After eating, Zhu Shanying took Xue Jing out of the main house and came to the stable on the left side of the manor.

"Miss."

An old man wearing a cowboy hat and looking about fifty years old stood at the entrance of the stable and spoke to Zhu Shanying respectfully.

"Uncle Bao~" Zhu Shanying also greeted him with a smile.

She glanced at the stable, thought for a while, and said: "Uncle Bao, please put saddles and reins on "Sixty-six" and "Food Wind" and lead them out."

The old man named Uncle Bao nodded and walked into the stable.

After a long while, he came over with two tall horses.

One was brown-red, with four hooves stepping on the snow.

One was pure black, with only a tuft of white hair on the forehead.

"Thank you, Uncle Bao~"

Zhushan Ying thanked the old man sweetly, then took the reins of the two horses from the old man and led them to Xue Jing.

"Sh ... "Oh? 'Shifeng' seems to like you very much, little junior brother."

Zhushan Ying smiled beside him, and then touched the mane of the brown-red horse.

"It is a retired racehorse like this 'Sixty-six'."

Zhushan Ying said, raised her foot and stepped on the stirrup of 'Sixty-six', and climbed on the horse very casually.

Then, she moved her buttocks on the saddle, leaned back a little, stretched out her hand to Xue Jing, raised her eyebrows and said:

"Come on, little junior brother, get on, I will teach you how to ride a horse."

Xue Jing glanced at her outstretched hand, shook his head, and refused her invitation to ride together.

"No, although I have never ridden before..."

Xue Jing patted 'Shifeng' on the head, then grabbed the reins on it, stepped on the stirrup, and climbed on the horse.

"But it's not difficult to copy it."

He sat on the horse's back, holding the reins, and smiled.

Zhu Shanying pouted, dissatisfaction appeared on her pretty face: "Hey, riding a horse requires a lot of skills. You can learn quickly if I teach you step by step."

Xue Jing ignored her, but tentatively threw the reins and gently clamped the horse's belly with his legs.

After receiving the signal, Shi Feng snorted and began to move forward.

"Isn't this easy?" Xue Jing said a little happily.

Zhu Shanying rolled her eyes beside her, pulled the reins, kicked the horse's belly, and followed Xue Jing.

"Ordinary people don't learn to ride horses like this. It's dangerous to give signals without learning anything."

She pouted.

Xue Jing nodded: "I understand."

The reason why he dared to ride directly on the horse was because with his strength, he was confident that even if there was any problem, he could easily solve it.

Although Zhu Shanying was a little disappointed that he could not teach his junior brother to ride a horse, he still taught him:

"Hold the rope with your hands all the time and don't let go..."

"Swing it gently when turning, don't use too much force..."

As they talked, the two rode out of the back door of the manor and came to the back mountain of the North City District.

There is a very vast grassland here, which is very suitable for horse racing.

Under Zhu Shanying's teaching, with Xue Jing's learning ability at this time, plus the confidence brought by his strong strength to dare to try various bold operations, he quickly became familiar with riding a horse, driving the food wind, and galloping on the grass.

Zhu Shanying also followed on 'Sixty-six'.

Xue Jing was immersed in the fun of riding a horse, turned his head and looked at Senior Sister Zhu, and inexplicably felt that the scene was a little familiar.

You are the wind and I am the sand...

Xue Jing shook his head to dispel the BGM that suddenly sounded in his mind.

Half an hour later, as Xue Jing became more and more proficient, a prompt suddenly popped up on the skill panel.

[Conditions have been met, activate skill: Riding]

[Riding Lv1 (0/300)]

Xue Jing pulled the reins back, and Shi Feng immediately raised his front legs and stopped with a hiss.

"It's activated..."

He touched Shi Feng's mane under his crotch and nodded.

As he expected, the act of 'riding' was obviously a skill.

Xue Jing carefully felt the bonus brought to him by the newly activated skill.

"Hmm... sense of balance?"

Xue Jing said a little uncertainly.

He sat on the horse's back, and compared with before, he felt more comfortable as if he was sitting on flat ground.

"And... sense of direction."

He looked to the left, without any doubt in his mind, and instantly concluded that this was the 'northwest direction'.

"It's interesting, but this shouldn't be all... It's just a change that can be clearly felt for the time being."

Xue Jing pinched his chin with one hand and was about to throw the reins to let Shifeng change direction.

But before he could move, Shifeng turned his head automatically and turned in the direction he was thinking.

Xue Jing was stunned.

"Xilulu--"

Shifeng made a light sound.

Xue Jing inexplicably sensed a little of its emotions.

It seemed a little tired and a little thirsty...

"Huh? What is this? Man and horse as one? Telepathy?"

Xue Jing blinked.

"Junior brother--"

In the distance, Zhushan Ying rode Liushiliu towards him, and when he got close, he pulled the reins to stop the horse.

"Why did you stop?"

She asked.

Xue Jing thought for a while and smiled: "Senior sister, I think Shifeng and Liushiliu should be tired, let's go back."

"Ah? You're not riding anymore?" Zhushan Ying was a little disappointed.

Few people can ride horses with her. Now she is having a great time and doesn't want to go back.

"Let's ride tomorrow. I think it's interesting. If you are willing, I will often accompany you."

Seeing her expression, Xue Jing comforted her.

"Really? That's what you said." Zhu Shanying said happily.

...

Around five o'clock in the afternoon, Xue Jing took Zhu Shanying's car and returned to his home.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Maomao sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

"Teacher Wan, why didn't you cook today?"

Xue Jing walked into the house, closed the door, and smiled while changing his shoes.

Maomao glanced at him with his emerald-like vertical pupils, and pouted:

"Do you still need me to cook? I see you are very happy eating soft rice."

"How can it be? Soft rice is not as delicious as the food you cook."

Xue Jing hung Futu on the wall, walked to the sofa and sat down, rubbing Maomao's head.

"Besides, what is a gigolo? It's just visiting a fellow senior sister's home... You're jealous of her?"

Xue Jing laughed.

Maomao rolled her eyes: "Who is jealous of you? Don't talk nonsense."

The cat's tail with a tail ring swayed gently. The cat stretched out its paw and licked it, then raised its head and hummed:

"Although we... lived like that, you are still just my owner, not someone else... I don't mind who you want to be with."

"It's just that little girl..." Thoughts emerged in the cat's eyes.

"Her identity is very mysterious. Even old man Li doesn't know much about her family's situation. He only knows that she is from the first urban circle."

Xue Jing was a little surprised: "The first urban circle?"

After the Eternal Night War, the administrative regions of Zhuxia were greatly changed, and nine urban circles were divided.

The urban circles are far apart, and the middle area is a "buffer zone" formed by the intersection. The transportation is very inconvenient, and even airplanes can hardly pass through.

Therefore, there is very little communication between urban circles, and they basically maintain a considerable degree of autonomy, and are only governed by the "Cang Ting" located in the center.

Most civilians will never leave their own urban circle in their lifetime.

The First Urban Circle and the Fifth Urban Circle where Xue Jing is located are located in the north and the south, respectively, and are very far apart.

To come here from the First Urban Circle, you have to cross countless borders, which is an extremely dangerous thing...

"I specifically asked Old Man Li, and the girl's family comes here from the First Urban Circle to live for a period of time every year. Do you know what this means?"

Maomao said meaningfully.

"Either her family has absolute security and can travel through many border areas without hindrance, or her family controls a 'special route' that can safely come here from the first urban circle..."

"Whichever possibility it is, it means that her family has extraordinary power."

"There are many rules in such a family. If you want to be their son-in-law, you must be prepared."

At the end, Ning Fengwan's tone couldn't help but be a little sour.

Xue Jing heard it, just shook his head and smiled:

"What are you talking about? Senior Sister Zhu and I are just ordinary senior sister and brother."

Maomao hummed: "But that little girl shouldn't think so."

"You are no longer a child, and you will invite a man to your home alone. The purpose is not very simple."

Maomao's cat face showed a complex expression in a very anthropomorphic way.

"Actually... If you can really have something with her and get the protection of her family, I won't have to worry about you."

The girl was always worried about staying with Xue Jing.

Xue Jing laughed: "Let's talk about it later. We'll work it out when we get there."

...

Three days later.

The back hill of Beicheng District.

Xue Jing was waving Futu on the grass, cutting weeds, the flash of swords and shadows continued, and green debris flew all over the sky.

His pupils were stained with red. In his eyes, the pieces cut in front of him were not weeds, but the heads of enemies.

The corpses piled up into mountains, and the blood accumulated into the sea.

The Shura knife in his heart, flowing with endless scarlet, was emitting more and more violent murderous intent and murderous aura.

"Heaven created all things to nourish people, and people have nothing to repay heaven."

With the absolute control of thinking brought by [Visualization], Xue Jing firmly controlled the clarity of his mind and never lost himself in the violent killing intent.

"The life and death of a person is determined by heaven... Shura's killing is just a command from heaven..."

"If heaven wants him to kill, he has to kill..."

The blade in Xue Jing's hand swung more and more powerfully, the knife became more and more exquisite, and the weeds cut became more and more delicate.

"The way of Shura is extreme and powerful, but the intention is not lofty."

"There should be a sword intention that stands above Shura."

The blade swung by Xue Jing stopped on a delicate grass.

The extremely sharp blade gently touched the grass, bent it, and brushed across its body, but did not hurt it at all.

"If heaven wants you to die, you have to die."

The blood in Xue Jing's eyes slowly faded, and instead, a silver-white glow slowly emerged.

Indifferent, divine, domineering... those were eyes like a god.

"Heaven's will is like a knife... it cannot be violated."

Xue Jing tightly grasped the handle of the knife in his hand, and a silver-white glare flashed.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak--"

The grass in front of him, up to ten meters away, all the weeds were cut off by the roots, as if they were ravaged by a lawn mower, leaving only a bare patch of dirt.

[You suddenly realized the nameless sword intent while practicing swordsmanship, and the experience value of military attack +998]

[You suddenly realized the nameless sword intent while practicing swordsmanship, and the experience value of visualization +1182]

[Military attack is improved to Lv4 (657/1200)]

[Visualization is improved to Lv6 (113/3000)]

Xue Jing's silver-white eyes stared directly at the blade in his hand.

"The sword that acts on behalf of the will of heaven?"

"No, I am the sky."

"The sword I swung is-the sword of heaven's will."

There was no emotion in the silver-white eyes, as if he was the god of heaven who controlled the life and death of all things.

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