Seeing that Meng Xiuyuan seemed to know the monk in front of her, Wang Yuyan frowned slightly and asked Meng Xiuyuan carefully:
"Mr. Meng, I see that this master seems to be an old acquaintance of yours...do you have some friendship?
If this is really the case, then please forgive me, Sir.
Brother Feng loves fighting the most in his life. Maybe it was because he felt a little itchy after meeting such a master that he did something wrong..."
Wang Yuyan was afraid that the great monk in front of her was really Meng Xiuyuan's friend, and that Feng BoEi had moved against him, which would cause unnecessary trouble for Murong Fu. So when she opened her mouth, she thought of explaining and apologizing to Meng Xiuyuan first.
Meng Xiuyuan smiled when he heard this, shook his head, and said to Wang Yuyan:
"Miss Wang has misunderstood. The person in front of you is Jiumozhi, the Ming King of the Tubo Kingdom and the Ming Dynasty of Dalun Temple in Daxue Mountain.
Although I had a brief acquaintance with Maharaja Maharaja in Dali, we had no close friendship.
To be honest, it was me who ruined King Ming's good deeds at that time.
Maybe he still hates me in his heart now."
"Oh, I see, that would be great."
Wang Yuyan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Meng Xiuyuan's explanation.
Jiumozhi, who was standing opposite, listened to the conversation between the two. Although he was a little unhappy in his heart, his face was calm. He called out the Buddha's name, and then said politely to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Amitabha, Mr. Meng looks down on this little monk.
Since the last battle between Dali Tianlong Temple and the young master, the young monk felt a little regretful because he could not ask for the "Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual" for Mr. Murong.
But after carefully studying the master's unique skills, he also benefited a lot in martial arts.
From this point of view, the young master has been kind to the young monk, so how can the young monk hold grudge against the young monk?"
When Meng Xiuyuan heard what Jiumozhi said was hypocritical, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart and ignored him. On the contrary, Duan Yu couldn't help but said after hearing Jiumozhi's words:
"Ah! It turns out that you are the arrogant monk that my uncle mentioned, and you are here to take away the martial arts from my Duan family's Tianlong Temple.
Fortunately, Brother Meng came to help and prevented you from succeeding..."
Jiumozhi's face darkened when he heard this. He didn't expect that this reputation would leave him no face at all.
While everyone was talking, Abi on the side had already helped Feng Boxie up on the ground. Meng Xiuyuan raised his eyes and saw his face clearly.
He was thin and small, about thirty-two or thirty years old, with sunken cheeks, two rat-tailed beards, and droopy eyebrows. His appearance was very ugly. But when he opened his mouth, his words were very cheerful and cheerful:
"Abi, you don't need to help me, I'm fine.
I don’t blame the master, it’s because I saw that he has great kung fu skills and thought I had found a good opponent today, so I wanted to learn a few moves from him.
Unexpectedly, the difference between our strengths and weaknesses was too great. After a few moves, I was lying on the ground inexplicably.
I also want to thank the master for keeping his hand, so I didn’t get hurt at all..."
When Jiumozhi heard what Feng BoE said, his face relaxed a little, and he spoke in agreement:
"Donor Feng is too polite, but the young monk took the liberty of visiting me, which is a bit wrong.
The young monk was Mr. Murong's close friend, so he came to pay homage to his old friend's grave to fulfill his old promise. He also hoped to meet Mr. Murong Qingfan.
I originally wanted to meet Mr. Murong directly at Shenhe Village, but the young monk had just arrived and was not familiar with the waterways on the lake, so he went to the wrong place..."
Abi was slightly startled when she heard this, and then said in deep thought:
"This is really unfortunate. Mr. Murong just went out a few days ago and has not returned yet.
If Master wants to see Young Master, I’m afraid he will have to come back some time later.”
Jiumozhi heard that there was a hint of rejection in Abi's words, so he quickly continued:
"It makes people feel melancholy to have no chance to meet Mr. Murong, but the young monk came all the way from Tubo to China, and he is willing to pay homage in front of Mr. Murong's tomb to fulfill his wish.
I also ask the young lady to be of convenience and show me the way."
After listening to Meng Xiuyuan and Duan Yu's words just now, Abi knew that Jiumozhi had impure intentions and was not a good person, so naturally she did not dare to lead him to Shenhe Village, and she felt a little embarrassed for a while.
Fortunately, although Jiumozhi was powerful, Abi felt confident that Meng Xiuyuan was by her side, so she was not afraid of him. Yingying bowed and said calmly:
"Master, you said that you want to pay homage to Master Murong's tomb. I am just a little maid and I can't decide on such a big thing.
Why don't you stay in my humble residence for a while, and wait for me to report to you tomorrow, so that the adults in the family can receive you, this distinguished guest."
When Jiumozhi heard this, he could see what Abi was thinking at a glance. He knew that her so-called "report tomorrow" was just a delaying tactic. If he really wanted to wait until tomorrow, he still didn't know where everyone had gone.
Thinking about it again, Jiumozhi couldn't help but feel angry, and his face sank slightly.
He is the protector of the Tubo Kingdom. How respected is his status? Not to mention being respected by the king in the Tubo Kingdom, even when he comes to the courts of the Song Dynasty, Dali, Liao Kingdom, and Xixia, the monarchs of all countries must also treat him as an honored guest.
present.
Unexpectedly, when I came to the Murong family, I was rejected in front of a little maid.
Although Jiumozhi had a palace, he really couldn't bear it any longer and frowned and said:
"Little madam, I have come all the way from afar, is this how the Murong family treats guests?!"
As he spoke, Jiumozhi had already used his inner strength, and the sound sounded in Abi's ears, like the sound of heaven and Sanskrit singing, and also like the devilish sound of hell. She instantly turned pale, sweat broke out on her forehead, and she was stunned.
He froze in place.
Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu were surprised when they saw this. They didn't know what happened to Abi. They shook her arm vigorously, but it had no effect. Abi still stood there like a puppet.
Meng Xiu shook his head at the sight and said to Jiumozhi:
"How can Prince Ming use such a superb skill to embarrass a little girl?"
Jiumozhi snorted lightly and did not answer. He looked at Meng Xiuyuan with guarded eyes but also a bit of proud provocation.
What he uses is the "Secret Method of Sanskrit Sound" of Tantra, which can influence people's spirit with sound, which is one of his most powerful skills.
Jiumozhi secretly thought that no matter how high Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts were, he might not be able to solve his secret technique. He couldn't help but look at Meng Xiuyuan's joke with cold eyes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing him like this, Meng Xiu only smiled slightly, turned directly to Abi, used the "Soul Transfer Technique" and whispered to her:
"Miss Abi, Prince Ming is right, you have indeed neglected your guests.
Why have we been here for so long without even a cup of tea?"
"Um?!"
As soon as Meng Xiuyuan's voice filled with vitality came out, Abi felt a clear spring gush out of her head, and her originally chaotic spirit was cleared. She immediately exclaimed and came back to her senses.
She understood that Meng Xiuyuan had spoken out to save her, and while feeling grateful, she quickly replied softly:
"Yes, Mr. Meng is right, I will make arrangements right away..."
With that said, Abi quickly retreated into the inner hall.
Jiumozhi was shocked when he saw this, and his face looked a little ugly. He didn't expect that Meng Xiuyuan also had this secret method of affecting people's soul.
But Meng Xiuyuan just sat quietly, ignoring him, as if nothing happened just now.
After a while, several male servants walked out of the back hall and removed the shattered tables and chairs in the hall. Abi personally served tea and cakes and asked everyone present to take their seats.
In Abi's words and deeds, she seemed to be a little afraid of Jiumozhi. Seeing the situation, Meng Xiu simply patted her shoulder, asked her to sit next to him, took a sip of tea, raised his head and said bluntly to Jiumozhi:
"Prince Ming, if you are looking for Shenhe Village, you should be looking for the martial arts in Murong's "Huanshi Shui Pavilion".
In this case, you might as well wait a little longer until Mr. Murong comes back and tell him personally that it will be better."
Jiumozhi frowned when Meng Xiuyuan revealed his thoughts as soon as he opened his mouth. He pondered for a while and then said:
"Mr. Meng's guess is very accurate. I am indeed here for this.
But Mr. Meng, please know that this is not a clever robbery by a young monk.
At that time, Mr. Murong had already made an agreement with the young monk, saying that he would let the young monk read books in the "Huan Shi Shui Pavilion" for a few days.
Even if Master Murong is not here now, I think it will not affect this agreement."
Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this, and asked:
"When King Ming was in Tianlong Temple in Dali, he said that you should obtain the "Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual" to pay tribute to Murong Bo. I guess it was only after completing this condition that he allowed you to enter the "Huanshi Water Pavilion" to read the book.
Why, has Prince Ming obtained the sword manual?"
Jiumozhi shook his head slightly and said calmly:
"No, but I realized something better.
Mr. Murong has a spirit in heaven, and he will definitely like the martial arts I taught him even more."
Abi and Wang Yuyan couldn't help but shake their heads after hearing Jiumozhi's words, secretly thinking that this great monk was really shameless.
Only Meng Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this. He was a little surprised and looked at the Great Wheel Ming King in front of him a few more times.
Because he understood that although Jiumozhi was sometimes unscrupulous in doing things, he was sincere about martial arts and would not lie in this regard.
Since he said that he has realized a kung fu that is better than the "Six Meridians Divine Sword", even considering that he may not have a comprehensive understanding of the "Six Meridians Divine Sword", it is definitely a rare magical skill.
Thinking about this, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but become interested and asked Jiumozhi:
"King Ming, what do you mean by this better martial arts? Can you let me see it?"
Jiumozhi did not hesitate when he heard this, and immediately saluted Meng Xiuyuan, nodded and said:
“I have realized this skill myself, but I haven’t had time to show it to others.
Mr. Meng’s martial arts are extraordinary and extraordinary. It is a great honor to have you as the first witness.
The young monk is showing off his ugliness..."
As he spoke, Jiumozhi held his chest with both hands, pinched it gently, and immediately several sharp and sharp qi energy shot out, shooting straight out of the hall.
After hearing a few "rustling" sounds, dust and smoke were everywhere on the dirt floor outside the hall, and in an instant there were several long and deep knife marks.
Meng Xiuyuan was a little lost in thought about the situation. After thinking about it carefully, he found it very interesting.
The Kung Fu used by Jiumozhi is somewhat similar to his previous "Flaming Sword", but the subtleties are quite different.
In comparison, both speed and power are much stronger.
In fact, Jiumozhi was also secretly glancing at the expression on Meng Xiuyuan's face. Seeing that he was attracted by his martial arts, he couldn't help but feel a bit proud in his heart, and explained:
"When I was taught the "Flaming Knife" by my master, I heard that as long as you practice this skill to a superb level, you can naturally understand a stronger skill.
It's a pity that in the two hundred years of Nyingma sect, no one has really done it.
I originally thought that I would have no hope for life, but I didn’t expect that after I had a painful battle with Mr. Meng last time, I really learned from your skills and went one step further, realizing the unspeakable realm.
So when I said thank you for your guidance, Sir, I was actually telling the truth..."
As he spoke, Jiumozhi suddenly clasped his palms together and raised them to his head. His face flashed red, and he gave a soft drink. Then his hands suddenly slashed down, and a powerful and domineering Qi Jin came out in response, really like an invisible giant knife falling.
Amid the exclamations of Abi and Wang Yuyan, they saw that a willow tree outside the hall was actually split into two halves, with sawdust flying everywhere.
After such a blow, Jiumozhi couldn't help but take a deep breath and adjusted his breath for a long time. It was obviously a heavy burden. However, the expression on his face was quite proud, and he said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"How's it going, Mr. Meng? Is my move "Buddha's Savior of Three Kasyapas" still attractive to you?"
Meng Xiuyuan nodded sincerely and replied with a smile:
"King Ming's skill is indeed quite impressive. In terms of power alone, it may be even better than the "Six Meridians Divine Sword".
I just don’t know why you still want to go to the ‘Huan Shi Shui Pavilion’ to read books since you have understood such a magical skill?”
At this moment, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but secretly thought, no wonder Jiumozhi was a little wary when he saw him today, but he was not too afraid. It turned out that he had realized such a miraculous skill and felt confident in his heart.
Jiumozhi laughed and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Why did Mr. Meng ask questions even though he knew it?
The road to martial arts is endless, so how can it ever have an end?
If you want to make progress, you must naturally learn from the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and eventually integrate them.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Just like Mr. Meng, you appear here now, presumably to improve your martial arts.
Otherwise, does the young master come to Taihu Lake just to enjoy the scenery of the lake and mountains with these two beautiful girls?"
Meng Xiuyuan was equally happy when he heard this. He secretly thought that the great king of martial arts in front of him was sincere in martial arts and was indeed quite cute sometimes. However, he finally shook his head and said to Jiumozhi:
"Prince Ming is joking, I am indeed here for martial arts.
It’s just that you said that your kung fu surpassed the "Six Meridians Divine Sword", but you said it was unproven.
It just so happened that after you left Tianlong Temple, I made a deal with the senior monk in the temple and exchanged this skill for you.
Although I'm not very skilled in it, I can still use it.
I wonder if King Ming is interested in joining my hands?"
As soon as Meng Xiuyuan said this, everyone present was stunned. Because no one expected that Meng Xiuyuan would actually stand up for the Murong family at this time and take the initiative to deal with this powerful enemy.
After all, Meng Xiuyuan may have some contact with the Wang family of Mantuo Villa, but he has no friendship at all with the Murong family of Shenhe Villa.
He had already shown good intentions in helping Abi out of trouble before. Now he had to fight Jiumozhi again. Even Abi herself felt that she couldn't bear this kind of kindness.
Terrified, she quickly and secretly pulled Meng Xiuyuan's sleeve from the side and whispered in his ear:
"Mr. Meng, that great monk is very powerful, don't do anything with him!
I am a little girl, no matter what he does, he will never really embarrass me..."
Hearing this, Meng Xiuyuan shook his head slightly and did not answer. He only gently pushed Abi away with his true energy. His eyes were still looking at Jiumozhi, as if waiting for his answer.
Jiumozhi frowned slightly when he saw this, and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Mr. Meng, I admire your martial arts skills and my patience with you.
Why do you have to go against me?"
Meng Xiuyuan laughed and said calmly to Jiumozhi:
"King Ming has misunderstood, I don't want to go against you.
It's just that once I saw your skills, I really thought it was good. I wanted to take a closer look at it when I discuss it with you.
Furthermore, although this girl Abi and I have not known each other for a long time, we hit it off instantly and can be considered friends..."
When Abi heard what Meng Xiuyuan said, her body trembled slightly and she looked at him in disbelief.
She had never thought that someone like Meng Xiuyuan would actually be willing to treat a little maid like her as a friend.
But unexpectedly, Meng Xiuyuan hadn't finished speaking yet. He only heard him continue to laugh:
"What's more, sparring with you, Prince Ming, is just something that happens casually and doesn't take much effort.
How can you tell what the opposition is..."
As soon as he finished speaking, it was Jiumozhi's turn to stare intently at Meng Xiuyuan's face, trembling with anger.