Su Xinghe and Murong Fu sat down across the stone platform. On the stone platform were two cups of steaming tea. It was the cicada summer, but the temperature in the valley made people feel slightly cold. The sun was blazing outside, but inside the valley it was cold.
It's a different scene, which makes people secretly amazed.
Su Xinghe struggled to say the word "please". He had not spoken for thirty years and was almost aphasic. When he suddenly made a sound, the sound was like two rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other.
Murong Fu had no doubt that he had it. He picked up the cup of tea in front of him and took a sip. His expression changed slightly. He put down the tea cup and praised: "Good tea. Mr. Congbian is indeed a scholar. This carefully cultivated rock tea has a bitter taste in the mouth."
It is extremely difficult to swallow, but after staying in the mouth for a while, a sweet fragrance spreads, making people feel refreshed and have endless aftertaste. Murong Fu has tasted countless teas in his life, but this is the first time he has tasted this extraordinary tea. I don’t know why.
Does the tea have a name?”
Su Xinghe smiled mysteriously: "This is not tea, and it has no name."
Seeing that the other party had no intention of continuing on this topic, Murong Fu did not make any unnecessary polite remarks. He went straight to the point and took out the autographed letter from Doctor Xue and handed it to Su Xinghe.
Su Xinghe took the letter tremblingly, and the eight characters "Your Honor, Master Su Xinghe" on the envelope were clearly visible, and Su Xinghe's eyes suddenly turned red again.
Realizing that he had lost his composure in front of the other party, Su Xinghe wiped his tears: "Mr. Murong, I have lost my composure."
Murong Fu waved his hand without changing his expression, indicating that the other party should not worry about it, but he was deeply moved by the deep master-disciple relationship between Su Xinghe and Hangu Bayou.
Then the conversation changed and he said in a cold tone: "Xue Muhua, this disgraced and traitorous disciple, took refuge in Ding Chunqiu and betrayed the master. He also colluded with the Murong family and used such despicable and shameless means to deceive me. He thought that I would be deceived.
Is this despicable trick possible? Ridiculous!"
Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the matter was completed today.
During the meal, Su Xinghe read and re-read the six-page letter. Tears fell on the letter paper, making it wet all over. Mr. Congbian, who is well-known in the world, is here.
Then he was sitting opposite Murong Fu, crying like an eight-year-old child.
Su Xinghe said: "According to Mr. Murong, you severely injured the little thief with the Six Meridians Divine Sword. When my master was here, I often talked about this sword technique with the old man. I admire this Dali Duan family very much.
I wonder if Mr. Murong can show me his unique skills for me?"
"Old sir, look at it!"
So Murong Fu told the truth and the lie about how he met Doctor Xue. So the story became that he rescued Xue Muhua from the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect and showed his strong martial arts skills. Then Xue Muhua used Murong Fu to deal with Ding.
In exchange, Chunqiu treated the seriously injured Fangzi. Later, Ding Chunqiu went to Xue Mansion, but Murong Fu chopped off half of his hand with the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
He took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked Murong Fu: "Master Murong, please tell me how you met my useless disciple, and how you were entrusted by my disciple to send you this letter.
Do you believe it?"
"Since the old gentleman wants to see it, the junior will naturally demonstrate it for him."
Su Xinghe finally recovered from his past emotions and apologized: "I'm really sorry, Master. I've been waiting for this day for too long."
Murong Fu cursed angrily.
Murong Fu was very surprised. Just when he was about to ask the other party how he knew, he suddenly remembered something and looked at the other party with an unbelievable expression: "You"
Then, another sword energy shot out from the little finger of his left hand. The sword energy penetrated the trunk of a pine tree like drilling through tofu.
But he discovered with great sadness that the effect of the tea on internal energy was too obvious, and the more he was beaten, the less strength he could use.
The moment he spoke, Murong Fu shot out an invisible sword energy that was about ten feet long from his index finger. Then with a slight sweep of his index finger, the sword energy easily passed through the trunk of a pine tree. After a moment, the two people on the tree
The upper part of the thick pine tree slowly fell down, and with a "boom", the huge crown stirred up countless dust.
Listening to what the other party meant, he actually thought that he, Ding Chunqiu, and Xue Muhua were colluding with him to cheat him out of the Xiaoyao sect's martial arts. He had to admire the other party's brain circuit, but after thinking about it carefully, from the sinister side of human nature,
Let's speculate that this is indeed possible.
Now that I think about it, I was deceived by the other party's so-called "revelation of true feelings" and let down my guard. Thinking about it, Su Xinghe could stab the disciples he had taken in with his own hands, deafen them, cut off their tongues, and do such cruel things.
What kind of person would be the person who acted?
However, even if you, a bad old man, poisoned the labor and management and wanted to keep me, you are still not worthy!
Because of the cup of tea just now, the internal energy that Murong Fu can call upon now is less than 23/10 of what he had before. This internal energy is not enough to support him to use the Six Meridians Divine Sword, a powerful weapon. Fortunately, he can still use the Dou Zhuan Xing Shift and other kung fu.
At this moment, Murong Fu used his hand instead of a knife, using the Compassion Knife created by Monk Cixin from Wutai Mountain to deal with Su Xinghe.
"This is the 'Shang Yang' sword among the six meridians!"
He was shocked and frightened. He looked at Su Xinghe aside and wanted to tell him about his situation, but found that the other person was looking at him with an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
He was shocked: Did he accidentally hit Ding Chunqiu when he was fighting before, and now he had an attack?
Murong Fu was about to continue to demonstrate the remaining "Liao Shao Chong Sword Technique" when he suddenly felt that his eyes were getting dark and he couldn't raise his breath. He tried several times in a row, but he just couldn't use the "Liao Shao Chong Sword Technique". In shock,
He hurriedly exercised his internal energy a few more times, only to find that the strong internal energy that usually surged like a river was now like a river under the ice, stagnant and condensed.
Murong Fu did not disturb the other party, he could feel the other party's anger and misery. It took thirty years, tens of thousands of days and nights of suffering, and he was born into a "Mr. Congbian" who was smart, handsome, and strong in martial arts.
It’s hard for ordinary people to imagine the rage and anger that comes from being reduced to the mummified state in front of you. You have been pretending to be deaf and mute for thirty years.
Unexpectedly, Su Xinghe knelt down directly: "Mr. Murong, Su Xinghe would like to thank the young master for his great kindness. I have offended many people just now, and I am here to apologize to the young master."
Su Xinghe smiled strangely: "Yes, I did it. The cup of tea you drank earlier was poisoned by me. The poison is almost gone now, and you shouldn't be able to use any of your inner strength now!"
Murong Fu was furious, endured the pain on his body, and fought back with all his strength.
So, he asked the other party to get up and follow him to an open space. Next to the open space was a pine forest, and the smallest pine tree in it was as thick as the mouth of a bowl.
Murong Fu felt as if his meridians were being gnawed by thousands of ants, and his heart was in pain. He gritted his teeth and defended, "That's nonsense!"
"This is the 'Shaoze' sword among the six meridians!"
Murong Fu was shocked and angry: "Why did you plot against me!"
Su Xinghe opened the envelope with his hands like dead trees, and familiar handwriting came into view: "Your Majesty, the unworthy disciple Xue Muhua respectfully asks about the safety of your precious body and gold."
Whenever there was a critical moment, he would push his energy and energy, and block the opponent's fatal blow with a sudden turn of events. The two fought fiercely in the pine forest until the roots of the pine trees as thick as the mouth of a bowl were broken, and the valley was in a mess. The two of them fought fiercely in the pine forest.
After fighting each other for hundreds of moves in a row, Su Xinghe was looking for killers, with no intention of holding back.
"Mr. Murong, do you feel that your inner breath is not smooth? You can't use all your internal strength?"
"Hahaha, why are you plotting against you? Don't you have any idea?" Su Xinghe said with a smile.
It seems that everything in this world cannot be generalized. The Xiaoyao sect has traitors like Ding Chunqiu who committed heinous crimes, and there are also loyal people like Su Xinghe and his followers, which further strengthened Murong Fu's inner thoughts.
Then, Murong Fu opened the bag and revealed the box containing half of Ding Chunqiu's palm.
Murong Fu opened the box and placed it in front of Su Xinghe.
He knew that the other party had doubts and deliberately tested himself. As long as he demonstrated the sword moves he had in front of the other party, he would naturally dispel the other party's doubts.
Su Xinghe examined it for a long time. The flesh and blood meridians in the half-cut palm did indeed contain highly poisonous substances. It was obviously from an evil sect master who had been immersed in the art of poisoning for many years.
Su Xinghe snorted coldly: "In the final analysis, what Old Thief Ding is thinking about is nothing more than the magical power of my Xiaoyao Sect. Haha, when he tried to murder the master, he couldn't get it. Today, it is even more impossible to get it! Give up this idea as soon as possible! Girl
No matter how powerful Su Murong is, with your current age of only twenty-six or seven, how much skill can you have? And can you hurt the evil thief Ding Chunqiu? Your Murong family is also a well-known and upright sect in the martial arts world, but you are so confident
You are willing to fall. I won’t kill you today, just stay here in the Valley of the Deaf and let me cut out your tongue, pierce your deaf ears, and become one of my disciples!”
After saying that, he waved his palm and hit Murong Fu.
Then he kowtowed four times on the ground.
He was actually plotted against by a much weaker opponent than himself. Even if he died here today, Murong Fu would not be convinced!
Inadvertently, without raising a breath of Qi, and slowing down his movements by half a beat, Murong Fu was hit on an acupuncture point by the opponent, and was unable to move for an instant.
"Su Xinghe, you are an old guy who doesn't know the difference between right and wrong, and you shamelessly call yourself 'Mr. Smart Bian'! Damn you! You stupid fool!"
"Hahahaha" Su Xinghe laughed loudly.
Su Xinghe nodded: "It is indeed Ding Chunqiu's severed limb. Apart from him, no one in this world can practice Poison Kung Fu so deeply."
Murong Fu was panicked at first, but as time went by, he became more and more calm. He just relied on his willpower to fight with the opponent for a long time.
Murong Fu could never cope with this sudden change.
Su Xinghe unlocked Murong Fu's acupuncture points, and Murong Fu immediately used light kung fu to create a distance of three feet from the opponent. But this was his unexpected discovery. His internal energy was completely unhindered, and it seemed that the previous signs of poisoning did not exist at all.
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Su Xinghe smiled apologetically and said: "Mr. Murong, the tea just now is not poison. It is indeed a rock tea carefully cultivated by the old man. It is called 'Wangyou'. Everything just now was done out of caution and to test Mr. Murong. It was not a deliberate attempt to test Mr. Murong.
Harm the young master's life. If the young master feels dissatisfied, when the evil thief Ding Chunqiu is put to death, I will let you dispose of this old bone to pay for the crime of offending the young master today. However, now, let's discuss how to deal with this Ding Chunqiu.
Evil thief!"
Murong Fu: There are many tricks in the city, I want to go back to Suzhou!