When Su Xinghe heard Meng Xiuyuan's words, a light suddenly flashed in his old eyes.
You must know that no one other than himself knows that his master Wu Yazi is still alive.
The reason why Su Xinghe pretended to be deaf and mute for thirty years was firstly because he was forced by his junior brother, and secondly to keep a low profile and hide his master's condition from others.
If word got out that Wu Yazi was still alive, Ding Chunqiu would definitely come looking for him, regardless of anything else.
After all, Wu Yazi was attacked by the villain Ding Chunqiu and ended up like this. If Ding Chunqiu had known that Wu Yazi was not dead, he would have rushed to the door immediately to kill him.
For a moment, Su Xinghe couldn't tell whether Meng Xiuyuan was deceiving him or just being ignorant, but after all, things were weird, and Su Xinghe didn't dare to be careless.
Su Xinghe frowned deeply, and the palm hidden in his sleeve had already gathered his true energy. He subconsciously wanted to capture Meng Xiuyuan and ask him why he said such words.
But when he was about to take action, he happened to raise his head and look at Meng Xiuyuan. He was shocked by the calm and confident look in Meng Xiuyuan's eyes, and he hesitated for a moment.
After a long while, Su Xinghe finally did not take action immediately. Instead, he shook his head and said tentatively to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Meng Shaoxia, this chess game is reserved for my master.
His old man was killed by a traitor twenty years ago, so he really can't argue with you about martial arts.
Although I was clumsy and could not learn 10% or 20% of his skills, I still had practiced martial arts for decades.
Meng Shaoxia, if you are really interested, how about I discuss it with you?"
Meng Xiuyuan saw that Su Xinghe didn't tell the truth, and he didn't think much about playing riddles with him. He pointed at a strange wooden house with no door not far away and said:
"Listen to your breathing, there should be a master of internal martial arts in that room, his skills are far superior to yours, Mr. Su.
I don’t know which senior from your sect, could you please come out and have a chat with us?”
When Su Xinghe heard what Meng Xiuyuan said, he felt a thunderous explosion in his mind. He was so frightened and angry that he no longer held back his hand. He jumped up and stretched out his hand to grab Meng Xiuyuan. At the same time, he shouted urgently:
"Who are you and what do you want to do?!
But did that thief Ding Chunqiu send you here? Are you his disciple?"
Before he finished speaking, his hand had already grasped Meng Xiuyuan's chest, his movements were elegant and simple, with quite a charm.
When Meng Xiuyuan saw this move for a moment, his eyes lit up and he secretly thought that there was indeed something in the Xiaoyao Sect's kung fu.
Between Su Xinghe's claws, it seems to be a palm technique, and it seems to be a grasping technique. If you look closely, it also contains the charm of certain sword techniques, spear techniques, and knife techniques. It can be said that the changes are complex and subtle.
Unfortunately, I don't know whether it's because Su Xinghe didn't get the true inheritance, or because his talent is limited and he hasn't mastered the magical skills. In short, in Meng Xiuyuan's eyes, his move is wonderful, but it lacks some key core content, and it seems like a castle in the air.
The castle will shatter at a touch.
Meng Xiuyuan turned slightly to one side, gently touched his arm with his right hand, and used the force to throw Su Qinghe away.
Su Xinghe didn't understand Meng Xiuyuan's moves at all. He just felt a lightness on his body and jumped into the air. He fell three feet away before barely staggering to the ground.
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In a matter of moments, this famous master in the martial arts world of the Central Plains was defeated.
At this time, Su Xinghe was sweating slightly on the back of his forehead, looking at Meng Xiuyuan with disbelief in his eyes. Although he expected that this young man was extraordinary, he did not expect that he could be so powerful.
After taking a deep breath and hesitating for a moment, he finally dispersed the inner energy in his palm and said in a low voice:
"Meng Shaoxia, thank you for keeping your hand..."
I don’t know what kind of brilliant move you are doing, and who is the master who passed it on, but why have I never seen it before in the martial arts world, and it seems to be so different from all the martial arts principles in the past?”
The reason why Su Xinghe has softened his attitude is that he understands that he is indeed no match for Meng Xiuyuan, and Meng Xiuyuan has no ill intentions for the time being.
If Meng Xiuyuan had intentionally hurt him during the fight just now, then he would be seriously injured now even if he didn't die.
Furthermore, through the move just now, Su Xinghe had confirmed that Meng Xiuyuan was not Ding Chunqiu's disciple, so he was relieved a lot.
After all, Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts was not from the Xiaoyao sect, and with Ding Chunqiu's ability, he would never be able to teach such an amazing disciple as Meng Xiuyuan.
After comprehensive consideration, Su Xinghe immediately changed his attitude and no longer became an enemy of Meng Xiuyuan. Just because he was still young, he felt that he might not understand the world, so he continued to inquire about Meng Xiuyuan's details in a subtle way.
Meng Xiuyuan was delighted when he heard this, and he did not hide anything and said calmly:
"It's normal if you haven't seen this Tai Chi before. My master is an expert in this world. No one in this world has heard of his name."
Su Xinghe was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Meng Xiuyuan would answer like this, and subconsciously felt that he was perfunctory. But when he was about to ask again, he heard Meng Xiuyuan speak first:
"Mr. Su, I have no intention of embarrassing you. I am really here with the good intention of exchanging martial arts.
It's just that the whole story is too complicated and can't be explained clearly in two or three sentences.
You will understand it later."
After saying that, Meng Xiuyuan stopped entangled with Su Xinghe, started using Qinggong and flew straight towards the wooden house without a door.
"No, Meng Shaoxia!"
Seeing this, Su Xinghe hurriedly ran after him, but in the blink of an eye, he was pulled further and further away by Meng Xiuyuan. In desperation, he shot Meng Xiuyuan's vest directly with a piercing palm force. He used it with gentle force, not to hurt anyone, but to stop him.
Meng Xiuyuan's actions.
But Meng Xiuyuan seemed to have eyes in his back, and easily dodged his palm force with a leap. Instead, the door panel of the wooden house was cracked open by his palm.
Seeing this, Su Xinghe was worried about Master Wu Yazi's safety, and his eyes were already red with anxiety. He wanted to step forward and fight Meng Xiuyuan, thinking that even if they died together, he would never let Meng Xiuyuan step into the house.
Fortunately, just at this moment, an old and deep voice suddenly came from the room:
"Xinghe, okay, let this Young Master Meng come in."
Although Su Xinghe was very surprised when he heard this, he did not dare to refute, so he lowered his head and remained silent, frowning and making a please gesture towards Meng Xiuyuan.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Meng Xiuyuan did not hesitate and walked in.
There was nothing in the room, except for an old man in the corner who was tied by a rope. The other end of the rope was connected to the beam, and his body was suspended in the air.
At first glance, it looks like it is sitting in mid-air, which is very intimidating.
Taking a closer look at the old man, I saw that he had a three-foot black beard, not a single gray patch, his face was like a crown of jade, and he didn't even have a single wrinkle. He looked quite old, but he was still full of energy and elegant in demeanor.
Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but secretly thought that the Kung Fu of the Xiaoyao Sect was indeed magical.
Judging from Wu Yazi's age and injuries, he can still maintain such an appearance. It is thought that his skill in the so-called "Eternal Spring Immortality" can be regarded as different from the "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu".
When Meng Xiuyuan looked at Wu Yazi, Wu Yazi was also looking at him.
Since Meng Xiuyuan walked into the room, Wu Yazi's eyes were fixed on Meng Xiuyuan. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became. In the end, he couldn't help but nodded and said with emotion:
"This Young Master Meng, when I heard your voice just now, I thought you were not very old, but I also thought you were at least a young man of twenty-three or fourteen years old.
After all, although Xinghe's kung fu is not truly taught, it is not something that ordinary people can handle.
But I didn’t expect that you are so young and so handsome...
Gee, what a gifted person."
As he said that, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Su Xinghe who was following Meng Xiuyuan, and whispered a lesson:
"Xinghe, when such a young hero comes to visit, why do you insist on stopping him?"
When Su Xinghe heard Wu Yazi's reprimand, he was very panicked and quickly explained:
"The origin of this Young Master Meng is unknown, and he seems to know many of our secrets. He is very suspicious.
Moreover, he was unable to solve the Zhenlong chess game and did not meet the conditions.
Naturally, I would not dare to let such a person in to see Master."
Wu Yazi shook his head slightly and said helplessly:
"You, no wonder you can't defeat your junior brother, your personality is too rigid..."
After sighing, Wu Yazi did not want to talk to the eldest disciple. He turned around again and continued to look at Meng Xiuyuan up and down, as if he wanted to see through him.
Meng Xiuyuan did not participate in the conversation between the two of them. He only slightly cupped his hands and said to himself:
"My Excellency, Meng Xiuyuan, took the liberty of coming here to share my martial arts experience with my seniors.
Sorry for any intrusion."
Unexpectedly, after hearing Meng Xiuyuan's words, Wu Yazi didn't take it to heart at all. He just nodded perfunctorily, then acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and continued to observe Meng Xiuyuan.
In fact, it was not Wu Yazi's fault. After all, from his perspective, it was a miracle that Meng Xiuyuan could defeat Su Xinghe in kung fu at such a young age. How could he be worthy of "exchanging martial arts experiences" with him?
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But when Wu Yazi saw Meng Xiuyuan's talent and beauty in front of him, he felt very happy and did not refute. Instead, after pondering for a long time, he sighed with joy on his face:
"I've been waiting for so many years, and today I finally got there.
I never thought that there really are such beautiful people in this world, both internally and externally, and it is fitting that my Xiaoyao sect should be carried forward.
In this way, it will not be difficult to punish the evil disciples and clean up the family..."
With that said, Wu Yazi waved to Meng Xiuyuan and said gently and authentically:
"Good boy, please kneel down and kowtow.
There are nine kowtows in total, this is the rule of this sect."
Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but be startled when he heard this. He first looked at Wu Yazi, whose face was filled with hope, and felt that he had finally found the perfect successor. Then he looked at Su Xinghe, who looked sad and sad that his master might die soon. Finally, he endured it.
He couldn't help but smile, and said to Wu Yazi:
"Senior, you misunderstood.
I really came here to exchange martial arts with you, not to become your apprentice.
What I want is for everyone to get what they need and for mutual benefit, rather than unilaterally asking for rewards from you.