"Okay, by the way, won't the Imperial Master introduce this young master to me?"
Murong Fu's eyes turned and fell on the young man in white.
"Haha, this young master is Duan Yu, the crown prince of Zhennan in Dali. It is because of him that the poor monk is here."
Jiumozhi's tone was calm and calm.
"I see, then let's invite them together."
At that moment, several people headed towards Shenhe Village.
After the guests and hosts took their seats, Murong Fucai said again: "What is the important matter for the Imperial Master to come here this time?"
"The poor monk came here because of an agreement he made back then."
Jiumozhi did not hide anything, and directly told him the agreement he made with Murong Bo back then, which was to find the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual, and then enter Murong's Huanshi Shui Pavilion to take a look.
"Oh? The Imperial Master's intention is to incinerate Mr. Duan in front of my father's soul?"
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows. Although he was prepared, he was still surprised by Jiumozhi's thoughts.
There is no doubt that Jiumozhi did this because Huan Shi Shui Pavilion of the Murong family wanted to incinerate Duan Yu, the eldest son of Dali, in order to read the secrets of martial arts. Not to mention the cruelty and ruthlessness involved.
It's that kind of dedication to martial arts that makes people tremble.
"Haha, the National Master is very courageous, and he is very determined in his pursuit of martial arts. However, Buddhism emphasizes compassion, and the National Master is a great Buddhist. It is better not to incinerate living creatures."
Murong Fu said calmly.
Jiumozhi's expression changed slightly when he heard this, "Mr. Murong, this matter is an agreement between the monk and your father. I'm afraid it would be bad to give up like this."
"The Imperial Master has misunderstood. What the Imperial Master did was just to have a look at Huan Shi Shui Pavilion, who entered my Murong family. Even without Mr. Duan and the Six Meridians Divine Sword, based on the friendship between our two families, the Imperial Master entered Huan Shi Shui Pavilion."
There is nothing wrong with the pavilion, so why hurt more lives."
Murong Fu knew that Jiumozhi had misunderstood, so he responded directly, which immediately shocked the Tubo master's expression.
"Master Murong, are you serious about what you said?"
Jiumozhi was so surprised that he couldn't express it in words, and his tone was a bit unbelievable at this time.
“Of course it’s true!”
With Murong Fu's answer, Jiumozhi was completely relieved, and now the two of them talked about mysteries and got along so well, as if they had met each other at a late date.
Duan Yu couldn't say anything at all, but he finally understood that with Mr. Murong's words, his life was finally saved.
Half an hour later, looking at Jiumozhi's increasingly anxious expression, Murong Fu secretly laughed in his heart. It seemed that this man couldn't bear it any longer.
"National Master, since you have come to Shexia this time, you will stay for a few more days. How about I take the Imperial Master to Huanshi Shui Pavilion and his party?"
Murong Fu's words were like sounds of nature to Jiumozhi, and he nodded immediately.
"Okay, if that's the case, the poor monk will bother you."
"By the way, Mr. Duan, if you have nothing to do, you can stay in Shenhe Village for a few days. If you want to leave, you can always find Abi to take you away."
Duan Yu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said quickly: "Thank you so much, Mr. Murong. I am in a hurry for this trip, so the elders in the family will be worried, so it is better to go back early."
"That's fine, that young man, just please do as you please."
As Murong Fu spoke, he glanced at Jiumozhi and saw that he had no objection, so he said nothing more.
Duan Yu left in a hurry, and Murong Fu took Jiumozhi without any delay and went directly to Huanshi Water Pavilion.
Jiumozhi is indeed a martial arts fanatic. He stayed in Huanshi Shui Pavilion for a whole day without even using food.
After receiving this news from his servants, Murong Fu shook his head slightly and stopped paying attention.
He also knew that Jiumozhitian was a genius and had a photographic memory. Entering the Huanshi Water Pavilion at this time, he did not know how many martial arts secrets he had to memorize, but he did not care about these. The martial arts in the water pavilion
Although there are many fine works, at Murong Fu's level, those martial arts are of little use to him. Even with a little effort, he can create many exquisite kung fu, which are completely different from the secret books recorded in the water pavilion.
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With this confidence, Murong Fu didn't care at all how much martial arts Jiumozhi would record.
Early the next morning, Jiumozhi finally appeared in front of Murong Fu again. Seeing his rosy complexion and energetic appearance, Murong Fu had to sigh, this man's obsession with martial arts had reached an extreme level.
"It seems that the Imperial Master has gained a lot."
"Young Master Murong is so grateful. The Murong family has inherited it for hundreds of years, and the martial arts in the Shi Shui Pavilion are all-encompassing. They are truly worthy of their reputation. This time, I would like to express my gratitude to Master Murong for his generosity."
Jiumozhi bowed slightly and his tone seemed very sincere.
"I don't need to be polite, but I just want to return the favor. Although the martial arts in Shi Shui Pavilion are exquisite, at the level of the Imperial Preceptor, those martial arts may not be that helpful. I have always heard that the Imperial Preceptor has amazing magical skills. Since we are destined to meet together.
, why bother to have a discussion? I wonder what you think, National Master?"
"Oh? Since Mr. Murong is so elegant, the poor monk will naturally follow suit. Mr. Murong, please!"
"National Master please!"
The two walked in tandem through several courtyards and walked to an open space. This was where Murong Fu practiced martial arts on weekdays. It was a vast area and the ground was paved with bluestone, making it look simple and solid.
Standing opposite each other, the two people's breaths surged, and a layer of invisible air currents stirred and crackled in the void.
"Mr. Murong, be careful. The poor monk has a secret skill of the flaming sword. It condenses the invisible sword energy and can destroy all enemies!"
Jiumozhi felt that no matter how he exploded his momentum and activated his skills, once he got close to Murong Fu, he would be quietly neutralized by an invisible force, with no effect at all. As soon as his heart moved, he knew the identity of the young-looking head of the Murong family in front of him.
The martial arts has indeed reached an unfathomable level. I didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. I said something loudly, rubbed my palms, raised my arms lightly, and with a sneer, an invisible force came towards Murong Fu to kill him.
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Although this power was invisible to the naked eye, Murong Fu was mentally alert and immediately felt an extremely sharp aura cutting through the void and killing him.
The Nyingma sect’s secret skill is the flaming knife.
"The master's sword skills are so sharp, I'm showing off my shame."
Murong Fu sighed softly, stretched out his fingers, and with a muffled sound, an invisible finger force shot out.
Boom, a dull collision sounded in the void, and masses of invisible air flow spread out in all directions.
"Good fingering skills, what kind of kung fu is this?"
Jiumozhi was shocked. Murong Fu's careless finger just now broke his indestructible flame sword, which made him horrified.
Ever since he mastered the flame sword skill, he thought that the power of this skill would be enough to conquer the world. A few days ago, in the Muni Hall of Tianlong Temple in Dali, he even fought against the Six Meridians of the six eminent monks of Tianlong Temple with one person's power.
Jiumozhi became more and more confident when he fought with the Divine Sword and won the battle. Unexpectedly, he had only had a brief encounter with Murong Fu today, but the situation at that moment was enough for him to understand how amazing Murong Fu's finger power was.
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He even vaguely felt that the power of this fingering method was not inferior to the Dali Six Meridians Divine Sword.
"This is the combined finger power of my Murong family. Imperial Master, please don't be careless."
After Murong Fu finished speaking, he raised his arm slightly, moved his index finger, and several more invisible finger forces shot out.
Jiumozhi felt that his skin was cold all over, and the void in front of him seemed to be hiding a terrifying danger. He did not dare to be careless, so he gave a light drink, waved his palms, the air hissed, and the invisible sword energy was slashed out continuously.
The two stood opposite each other, about ten feet apart. With one index finger and one palm waved out, the void in the middle exploded, as if boiling.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged more than a dozen moves. It seemed peaceful and indifferent, with no unnecessary moves, but in fact it was extremely dangerous. The kung fu used by the two in this competition was the best in the martial arts world.
In martial arts, one uses invisible sword energy to hurt people, and the other uses invisible finger power to deal with it. It is truly the most top-notch confrontation in the world.
Gradually, the two people's expressions became solemn, and they looked at each other with burning eyes, not daring to be distracted in the slightest. Whether it was the flame knife or the joint finger, the power contained in it was extraordinary. If you are not careful, even if you are like Murong Fu and Jiu
Innate masters like Mo Zhi will be severely damaged.
After dozens of moves, the situation between the two began to change. Jiumozhi looked solemn, sweat stains appeared on his forehead, and his breathing became heavier. It was obvious that the previous round of confrontation had consumed a lot of energy and energy, but it was Murong Fu who
, his face was still calm, without any abnormality.
The kung fu they used was certainly extremely powerful, but the consumption of their own kung fu was not comparable. Every move they made consumed a huge amount of mental energy. Even if they were innate masters, their true energy was endless.
But it is difficult to bear such huge consumption.
Jiumozhi's heart became heavier and heavier, and he felt that the meridians in his arms were stagnant, and the power of the flame knife began to decrease. There was a dull pain in his Dantian, which was a sign of insufficient true energy.
Suddenly, Jiumozhi let out a long sigh, lowered his arms and gathered them in his sleeves, not making any move.
At the same time, under the influence of Qi, Murong Fu also restrained his aura.
"That's all. Mr. Murong has amazing fingering power and mellow skills. This poor monk is no match for him."
Jiumozhi sighed, and his originally strong spirit began to wane. Although the two of them had not really fought just now, it was just a sparring match, but he knew very well that Murong Fu's kung fu was definitely better than his. If it was really a matter of life and death,
When it comes to fighting, you will never be your opponent.
This result is undoubtedly very cruel to Jiumozhi. Over the years, Jiumozhi has been revered as Tubo's national master and Maharaja Mingwang. He is already the most peak master in the Western Regions. Even if he comes to the Central Plains,
He has never met an opponent, and even the holy place of martial arts, Tianlong Temple in Dali, was defeated by him alone. Unexpectedly, he failed at the hands of Murong Fu today.
"The National Master has received the award, and I am only slightly better. However, over the years, the National Master's practice has become more and more complex. The breath in his body seems to be sluggish and the true energy is stagnant. I am afraid there are still some hidden dangers. If
If it is not resolved early, the consequences will be unpredictable.”
Murong Fu said a few words modestly, and then his tone became serious.
When Jiumozhi heard this, he immediately felt a surge of anger in his heart. But then he saw Murong Fu's clear and deep eyes, and felt that these words were not sarcastic, but had a deep meaning, so he calmed down a little.