The first thousand one hundred and sixty-one chapters
Murong Chao felt as if he were mourning his heir, and Murong Chui even had a gloomy face, regretful in his heart. He should have taken the opportunity to kill this old guy.
"But..." Suddenly the Dou Dionysus Monk changed his subject, "After careful calculation, I do still owe you some karma, Monk. Let's do this. Monk will give you some more advice. If you can't persuade this little friend to leave, then...
We can no longer blame the monk!"
"Humph!" Murong Chui snorted and said nothing. How could he possibly persuade Murong Fu to leave if he just relied on his words.
Murong Chao's eyes flashed with hope.
The wine-fighting monk turned to look at Murong Fu. Before he could speak, Murong Fu said first, "Senior, there is no need to waste your words. Today, I will not stop until I kill all these people. If you want to fight, we will fight."
Although he had gone through several fierce battles, Murong Fuhua's real energy was unparalleled and his recovery speed was extremely fast. After half a day's delay, he was almost back to his prime. Even though this monk was powerful, he had no chance of winning.
The bald monk pondered for a long time, "Let's do this, monk, I will fight with you. If the monk wins, you will retreat immediately, and you will not be able to cause trouble to the Murong family again in the future. If you win, the monk will retreat immediately and no longer care."
Your grudges."
Murong Fu sneered. This agreement seemed fair, but in fact he suffered a loss, because no matter what, he had to fight the monk first. Even if he won, he would still suffer some damage. By then, both Murong Chui and Murong Chao would be injured.
Recovering true energy gives you the power to fight again, adding to the chaos.
Of course, now that the monk had made it clear that he wanted to wade into this muddy water, Murong Fu would not back down and immediately said, "Okay, it's a deal!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly raised the Heavenly Sword, countless energies gathered together, and in an instant, a giant sword with a length of more than ten feet was formed.
Before he could cut it off, the wine-fighting monk hurriedly waved his hand, "Wait a minute!"
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, the shadow of the giant sword disappeared, and he looked at him in confusion.
The wine-fighting monk smiled and said, "When did the monk say that he would fight you?"
"What?" Murong Fu was stunned, thinking that he heard wrongly. Even the people around him looked at him with incomprehensible expressions. Is there any need to say this?
The wine-fighting monk shook his head, frowned and pondered for a while, and then said, "The monk also read a few books of poetry when he was young. He is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as the Confucian classics. How about we have a literary fight? There is no need to use a knife or a gun.
It won’t hurt the harmony.”
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him strangely. This was the first time they heard that people in the martial arts wanted to fight in martial arts.
Murong Chao's vision went dark and he almost fell to the ground. It was only now that he realized that this monk was so unreliable. However, Murong Chui sighed helplessly. The reason why he was able to imprison this great monk in the first place was not because of his martial arts skills.
After passing him, he took advantage of another opportunity and had a scripture debate with this monk.
It turns out that decades ago, the Doujiu God Monk accidentally bumped into Murong Chui practicing Dou Zhuan Xing Shi. He felt that this skill was so mysterious that he got sick and wanted to learn from it. But how could Murong Chui give away his family's secret knowledge for nothing?
Therefore, the two men proposed a gambling method to solve the problem. The topic of the gambling battle was the debate on Buddhist scriptures. If Murong Chui lost, he would hand over the fragments of the Dou Chuan Xing Shi Yi scroll with both hands. If the monk lost, he would voluntarily be imprisoned in Murong's house for ten years.
When the divine monk first entered Buddhism, his understanding of Buddhist scriptures was still very basic. However, Murong Chui was a great scholar with a family background. He had the classics of Buddhism and Confucianism at his fingertips. In the end, the divine monk was undoubtedly defeated and was used by Murong Chui.
The cold iron and fine gold locked his hands and feet, but Murong Chui did not abuse him. Instead, he gave him some treasured ancient books. Finally, he found that the monk had a very high understanding, so he also showed him the fragments of the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi scroll. The sacred monk was very happy with it.
Then, the ten-year agreement was no longer taken seriously, and it lasted for decades in a blink of an eye.
Murong Fu didn't know what the legendary wine-fighting monk was planning, and he was at a loss for a while.
"Why, I see that my little friend is also a scholar, are you still worried that you won't be able to defeat the monk?" Seeing Murong Fu's hesitation, the Doujiu Divine Monk laughed lightly and made fun of him.
"Master, why don't the disciples take action to find out his background first?" Li Mochou said.
Murong Fu's mind was spinning. No matter whether it was a civil or military fight, as time went on, Murong Chui and Murong Chao would be able to recover their true energy. At that time, another problem would arise. However, if they did not agree to the monk's proposal, there would definitely be another fight between dragons and tigers.
On the contrary, he has lost his true energy. Anyway, he carries the memory of two thousand years of history in future generations. How can he still not be able to defeat a monk?
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and said decisively, "Since senior is so elegant, I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman. How do you want to fight with me?"
The wine-fighting monk narrowed his eyes, "Since it was the monk who proposed the literary fight, let me leave this question to you."
"That's very good!" Murong Fu accepted the words unceremoniously. An idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly came up with a plan, "Let's play against each other. I'll give you a pair. If you can match, you win. If you can't, you win.
How about I win?"
As soon as these words came out, before the Doujiu Divine Monk could speak, Murong Chao said first, "No, this is not fair. If you deliberately raise the question to make things difficult, wouldn't you definitely win?"
Murong Fu didn't expect that this old man would be so quick-witted and realize the trap in his words so quickly. However, he had no intention of changing his mind. He just looked at the bald monk provocatively and said, "If seniors don't agree, we'll have to see the truth behind the scenes."
Already."
The Doujiu Divine Monk smiled and nodded in agreement, "It's as you say."
Murong Fu smiled sinisterly, "Senior, please listen to the first couplet, 'The bright moon shines on the screen window, and everyone is bright and bright.'"
As soon as these words came out, the people present couldn't help but start chewing carefully, completely forgetting about the stumps, broken legs, blood and minced meat all over the floor.
"The bright moon shines on the screen window..." Murong Chao and Murong Chui looked at each other, both showing a little surprise. The more they read the first couplet, the more interesting they became. They were both very knowledgeable people, but they could never think of a suitable second couplet.
Deal with it.
The Dionysus monk on the other side frowned and thought hard, obviously he didn't have a good match.
Murong Fu smiled proudly and said, "How about it, senior, can you handle it?"
"Let me think about it, let me think about it some more." The Dionysian Monk waved his hands hurriedly, looking like he was thinking hard.
Murong Fu's expression suddenly turned cold, "Senior, if you want to keep thinking about it, will this junior just keep waiting?"
"A quarter of an hour, just a quarter of an hour, don't disturb me." The wine-fighting monk waved his hand impatiently, and then turned to think hard about the fleeting inspiration just now.
Murong Fu smiled secretly. He didn't know where this first couplet came from. He just remembered that it could be ranked among all the eternal absolutes, because there were very few people in the world who could match Zhuge Liang. Liu Bowen was one of them, but he had to take advantage of it.
It is almost impossible to write a neat second line of his name that matches the artistic conception.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and Murong Fu sneered and said, "It seems that senior has lost."
Before he finished speaking, he made a seal with both hands without hesitation. The Heavenly Sword buzzed and trembled. There were two swords in a trance, then four, eight... In the blink of an eye, nearly three hundred sword shadows gathered above his head.
The strong wind blew and the sword energy soared into the sky.
Murong Chao and Murong Chui's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly looked at the Doujiu God Monk for help, but the monk ran to a corner of the hall at some point, and was thinking about something with a sad face, as if they didn't realize it.
"Master, please save my Murong family!" Murong Chao shouted hurriedly.
But Murong Chui ran away without hesitation. His body was as fast as thunder and lightning, and he had jumped over ten feet in an instant.
"Go!" Murong Fu suddenly shouted low, and countless sword shadows shot out, splitting into two halves in the middle, one half rushed towards Murong Chao, and the other half chased after Murong Chui.
In comparison, Murong Chao was slightly injured. He waved his hands continuously and instantly laid down a wall of true energy in front of him that was as flat as a mirror, and the true energy in his body rolled out.
Countless sword lights passed through the zhenqi wall and ran to the other side without any trouble, but what shocked him was that the sword lights turned upside down again!
In the flash of light and flint, he reacted very quickly. While retreating at a high speed, he reached the extreme limit of his star movement. "Puff, puff, puff", the light from the sword penetrated his body, but he was still unscathed.
"Humph, let's see how many times you can block it!" Murong Fu sneered, his sword formula changed, and the sword light from the Heavenly Sword shuttled back and forth on Murong Chao's body. Every time it penetrated, Murong Chao's face turned paler.
On the other side, the sword light of the Heavenly Sword traveled through the space, and in less than a breath, it had already caught up with Murong Chui. However, because it was twenty or thirty feet away from Murong Fu at this time, the sword light was not functioning well, and Murong Chui was defeated several times.
Easily dodge.
Murong Fu naturally noticed this situation, and did not see how he moved. He suddenly rose up from the ground, and while in the air, he flicked with both hands. Countless sword energy flew out, and in conjunction with the sword light of the Heavenly Sword, Murong Chui was drowned in an instant.
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"Ah!" A shrill scream rang out, along with a burst of resentful curses, "Little thief Murong, you will not die well!"
Murong Fu curled his lips, you can't see it anyway.
"Little friend, do you really want to kill them all? You might as well betray me to save face..."
Before the wine-fighting monk finished speaking, Murong Fu's heart trembled, and he stretched out his hand to pursue Murong Chui. The sword light immediately changed its direction and swept towards Murong Chao.
"Alas..." A sigh came, and then a golden light flew from the diagonal stab, and happened to hit Murong Fu's sword light.
The golden light was as light as smoke, but extremely flexible. No matter how hard the sword light sprinted, it could not be broken!
"Senior, are you going to break your promise and get fat?" Murong Fu was instantly angry. With his fingers flying, the sword light in the air whirled around, bypassing the golden light, and went straight towards the wine-fighting monk, who had already been unable to shuttle through Murong Chao's body before.
Most of the stopped sword light was now consumed, and the rest became illusory.
The wine-fighting monk didn't seem to expect that Murong Fu would be so ruthless and decisive, and actually shot at him. He immediately shot continuously with one hand, and with great energy, a huge golden palm phantom condensed out of thin air, and he grabbed it with the sword light.
There was a chaotic sound of chi chi chi, the sword light was a little weak after all, it only lasted for a breath, and then it was all destroyed, revealing the original form of the heavenly sword, and the sword light on Murong Chao on the other side was also destroyed at the same time.
However, Murong Chao turned pale and fell to the ground as if he had collapsed.