Jiumozhi didn't want to stay with the guy in front of him for a moment, who looked noble but was actually very sinister. He was about to stand up and leave when Murong Fu said, "Master, why are you leaving in such a hurry? There is one more thing that needs to be discussed with the master."
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Jiumozhi froze on the spot and forced a smile: "Master Murong, if you have anything to do, please give me your instructions."
Nowadays, Jiumozhi is not even half as aggressive as he was when he led Duan Yu to Shenhe Village? He just looks like he has no temper and is at the mercy of others.
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Master, don't be nervous, good thing, good thing!"
"If I read it correctly that day, the master should have practiced the Taoist secret skill "Little Wuxiang Gong", right?"
Jiumozhi's expression froze for a moment, and then he forced a smile: "What is the "Small Wuxiang Kung"? The poor monk has never heard of this secret skill. I wonder where Mr. Murong learned about it?"
Seeing that Jiumozhi was still tough-talking, Murong Fu did not engage in a boring argument. He smiled calmly, stretched out his hand, and an invisible force lifted up a small wine cup. Then Murong Fu threw it casually, and there was a "crack" sound, like a thunderbolt.
To my surprise, the wine glass was deeply embedded in a nearby earthen wall, but the fragile porcelain cup was unscathed without even a crack. The wall and the cup fit tightly together, and there was no space between them, as if they were both.
They are born as one.
Such precise power control can be said to be the ultimate control of Yin and Yang power. Jiumozhi's eyes suddenly condensed and he asked himself that with his outstanding martial arts talent, to achieve this step, he would have to have another twenty
Years of hard work are not enough.
"I didn't expect that in just a few months, Murong Fu's martial arts would improve greatly."
Jiumozhi felt uneasy in his heart, not knowing what the other party meant by suddenly showing his hand.
Murong Fu did not answer, but changed his gestures. He clasped his right index finger and thumb, opened the other three fingers, and tapped the hole he had drilled in the cup three more times. There was a soft "click" sound, and the wine cup lightly
It was gently peeled off the wall, fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces.
Jiumozhi was shocked: "Pick your fingers?"
Murong Fu sneered and said: "Master, why do you need to show off? You should know very well that this is not finger-twisting. It is a small formless skill."
Before Jiumozhi could continue to quibble, Murong Fu said slowly and authentically: "That day at Tianlong Temple, the master performed three Shaolin fingering stunts in succession. At that time, I felt strange that the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, even for the most talented monks in Shaolin,
It takes at least forty years of hard work from entering the monastery to mastering one discipline. Even if the master is extremely talented, how can he master so many Shaolin stunts to this level while studying the flame knife of his own martial arts?"
Murong Fu surrounded Jiumozhi, walked slowly and slowly, and said unhurriedly: "This question has been bothering me until my uncle gave me the answer!"
"Master is so blessed that he was able to learn the "Small Wuxiang Kung" and other self-protective and life-saving skills from our uncle. It's amazing, Master."
Jiumozhi remained silent.
"However, the master's "Little Wuxiang Gong" has not been fully practiced. On the surface, it seems that the "Little Wuxiang Gong" can allow the master to quickly master the secrets of Shaolin stunts. In fact, when facing the enemy of life and death, the master still
We can only rely on our flaming sword to face the enemy, am I right?"
Jiumozhi recited the Buddha's name: "Mr. Murong, if you have anything to say, please just say it! There is no need to be arrogant."
"If the "Small Wuxiang Kung Fu" is really so worthless, how come my uncle can escape his life repeatedly over the years even though his skill is far inferior to that of my uncle? Of course, this is not something that the master can know.
Already."
Jiumozhi's eyes flashed with light.
"The master traveled from Tubo to Dali, traveled throughout China, and visited famous mountains and temples, not only to promote Buddhism, but also to suppress fellow Buddhists. Am I right?"
Jiumozhi said: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Murong Fu returned to his seat and sat down: "It's very simple. There is such a temple in the Central Plains, and I don't have much to deal with. I want to use the master's hand to destroy his majesty. From now on, there will be no more Taishan Beidou in the Central Plains martial arts world."
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Jiumozhi hesitated: "Shaolin?"
"Exactly!"
Just as Jiumozhi was about to speak, Murong Fu said: "With the little little Wuxiang Kung Fu Master has mastered, it is still not enough to smash the sign of Shaolin Temple. But if I can give Master the complete "Little Wuxiang Kung Fu", Master
What to do?"
After hearing this, Jiumozhi's eyes instantly became hot: He has spent a long time studying Xiaowuxiang Gong. It can be said that it is the fragments of Xiaowuxiang Gong that have made him the master he is today. However, what made him
What he regretted was that although he had been trying so hard to complete the Small Wuxiang Gong over the years, he had been unable to do anything.
"If Mr. Murong is generous and willing to give the complete Xiao Wuxiang Gong to the young monk, in the future, if the young master wants anything, as long as Tubo can do it, the young monk will definitely do his best for the young master!"
Murong Fu laughed: "Master is so refreshing! What I want is this promise from Master!"
After saying that, Murong Fu took out a set of books from his sleeves and put them on the table. There were nine books in total, and the covers were all wrapped in apricot silk. On them was the "Little Wuxiang" Gong written in ancient script.
A few big characters.
"Master, please!"
Jiumozhi was so happy that he grabbed one of the books and couldn't wait to open it. He quickly flipped through it, and then went to another one. He read all nine books in just a cup of tea, and then
Unable to suppress the ecstasy in his heart any longer, he laughed loudly and said: "It is indeed the complete Little Phaseless Kung Fu, it is indeed, hahahaha!"
Jiumozhi couldn't wait and carefully stuffed the book into his sleeve, then saluted and said: "Thank you, young monk, Master Murong for the generous gift. I will definitely be richly rewarded one day!"
Murong Fu smiled slightly, struck at the right time and said: "Master, as a master of the Tubo Kingdom, what he said is naturally true to his word. But one thing that needs to be reminded, master, is that my uncle has practiced this secret skill for so many years.
His martial arts cultivation is still far inferior to that of my uncle."
After Jiumozhi heard this, he was shocked in his heart: for a moment, he really thought that once he took a further step with the complete Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu, then all the empty promises would be unnecessary.
How can a dignified Tubo Imperial Master be controlled by others?
Yes, then Li Qiushui has been studying this martial arts for decades, isn't he still inferior to the little girl who calls herself grandma?
"With this martial arts, the master will definitely be even more powerful when he goes to Shaolin to lecture on scriptures and Dharma in the future. But let's not care about future matters for the time being. There is something that needs the master to return to Tubo and help me handle it."