After all, Jiumozhi is considered an accomplished monk, and he can still control his emotions.
At this time, he had suppressed all the shame and anger in his heart.
Looking at He Xie's eyes again, they were full of fear.
What he was afraid of was not He Xie's martial arts, because he had never seen He Xie take action.
He was afraid because he smelled the same kind of scent from He Xie.
This is a master!
This young man stole his limelight twice. Is this an accident?
this is not!
Now this young man...
Jiumozhi took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"The young monk has always admired the reputation of the heavenly dragon," Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, bowed and said slowly, "I am very happy to see the majestic treasure today."
These words seemed polite and sarcastic, but in general, they were able to put aside the episode just now.
The Tianlong monks looked at each other with smiles in their eyes and felt very happy in their hearts. Jiumozhi encountered setbacks when he first came. Although it was just a verbal confrontation, it undoubtedly made the pressure in their hearts a lot less.
Abbot Benyin said: "King Ming, please sit down."
Jiumozhi thanked him and sat down.
He Xie, who was on the side, turned around and winked at Duan Yu with a smile. He was in a very good mood at the moment. He just used the Zhan Zhan card and got the secret book of the Six Meridians Divine Sword from Duan Yu in one go.
At this moment, his energy balance is 17120.
From the time he officially came to this world to the present, in just a few days, he spent nearly 30,000 energy in exchange for the four martial arts of Small Wuxiang Kung, the upgraded version of the Joint Finger, Star Shift, and the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
He Xie felt it was worth it. Next, what he wanted most was Qiao Feng's Dragon Capturing Skill. There was no need to spend energy to exchange for the rest.
Duan Yu excitedly gave He Xie a thumbs up, his eyes filled with admiration.
This kid is now He Xie's biggest fan.
During the court, the two sides exchanged some pleasantries, and Jiumozhi finally got to the point.
"The young monk has a close friend in his life. He is from Gusu in the Song Dynasty. His surname is Murong and his single name is Bo." He sat on the futon and said slowly in a calm tone, "The young monk went to the Sichuan area thirty years ago with
They met Mr. Murong and got his advice for a few days. The doubts in his life were solved quite a bit. He also got a gift of excellent martial arts secrets from Mr. Murong. He was so kind and kind that he never dared or forgot. Unexpectedly, Mr. Murong returned to the west and was happy.
, the little monk failed to repay the picture."
Speaking of this, Jiumozhi shook his head with emotion, looking like he was sighing.
Zen Master Kurong said: "The meeting between King Ming and Mr. Murong is the fate. Once the fate is over, why force it?"
Jiumozhi smiled slightly and said: "The abbot's advice is indeed the best. It's just that the young monk is stubborn by nature and has been in seclusion for forty days. He can't help but miss his good friend. Mr. Murong talked about the world's swordsmanship and believed deeply in the Six Meridians of Tianlong Temple in Dali.
The Divine Sword is the best among all the swords in the world. I regret not seeing it again, which is the biggest regret in my life. The young monk made a promise that day that he would become Mr. Murong in the future..."
"Master, please wait!"
Just when Jiumozhi was about to get to the point, and the faces of the monks in Tianlong Temple became serious, a voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Jiumozhi's words.
Jiumozhi paused for a moment and followed the sound. He was suddenly stunned, his eyes widened, and his heart thumped.
Coming again?
Who is the speaker if it's not He Xie?
I saw He Xie's face was serious at this moment, his brows were furrowed, and he looked at Jiumozhi and said: "How can the best sword in the world be the Six Meridians Divine Sword? It is clearly the Divine Sword to ward off evil!"
Jiumozhi looked at He Xie depressedly for a long time, but He Xie just looked at him stubbornly, as if Jiumozhi had insulted the number one in the world in his mind.
"This is not what the young monk said," Jiumozhi said slowly after a while, "it was Mr. Murong Bo who said it."
"That's not possible!" He Xie said seriously, "The Divine Sword to ward off evil is undoubtedly the best in the world. This is a recognized fact in the Central Plains martial arts world. The national master is also a generation of eminent monks. How can you listen to rumors and spread rumors?"
The Central Plains martial arts recognized as the best in the world?
The evil sword?
How did I not hear it being said?
Jiumozhi is a little confused about this matter. Is he really ignorant?
Forget it, I'll inquire about it later, business is more important.
"The little monk lives in a secluded place in Tubo and has never set foot in the Central Plains. If he offends me, I still hope to see Haihan." Jiumozhi bowed slightly, put his hands together in salute, and cast a warning look at He Xie. Shut up!
He was afraid that He Xie would disturb him again, so as soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to continue: "Once a man has made a promise, he will have no regrets in life or death. Since the young monk has made this promise to Mr. Murong, he will never break his promise."
He Xie smiled and stopped as soon as he saw that it was good.
He didn't mean to disgust Jiumozhi, nor did he mean to belittle the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but he first used the name of the Evil-Escaping Divine Sword to pave the way for the future.
Sometimes a preconceived impression is very important. For example, now, all the monks in Tianlong Temple know what He Xie is like. How could they have thought that he is just a talker?
As soon as he said these words, everyone was wondering what the name of the Evil Sword was?
And if they are willing to inquire, that would be even better.
It is estimated that at this time, Sikong Xuan of the Shennong Clan had begun to spread his manpower around Wuliang Mountain, and began to spread rumors all over the world that the evil-fighting sword was the best in the world.
When the entire world knows the news that the evil-fighting divine sword is the best in the world, but no one knows what the evil-fighting divine sword is, then He Xie's sword-fighting in the world will definitely cause a hundred times more sensation.
In fact, in future generations, He Xie's trick will be easily seen through by others. It is nothing more than the hype of hunger marketing. Not only is it not new, it also has no effect.
But now, it is definitely the most time-saving and labor-saving way for He Xie to make a name for himself.
"Since Mr. Murong has passed away in bliss, how can he covet martial arts in the human world?" Zen Master Kurong said slowly, "I am afraid that this move by the national master is superfluous!"
"Since the young monk is Mr. Murong's best friend, he must uphold his legacy." Jiumozhi looked firm and said in a sonorous tone, "Today the young monk must obtain the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual and burn it in front of Mr. Murong's grave to comfort him.
The spirit in heaven!"
When all the monks heard this, their expressions changed suddenly!
"The Six Meridians Divine Sword is a unique skill that is not taught in this temple," Ben Shen said angrily, "How can you give it away just by a word from King Ming?"
Jiumozhi smiled slightly and said: "The young monk knows that this is the treasure of your temple, so of course he would not dare to borrow it empty-handed."
After saying that, he gave three gentle slaps with both hands.
Immediately, the door opened, and two lamas in red carried a sandalwood box in and placed it on the ground.
Jiumozhi flicked his robe sleeves, and the lid of the box opened without any wind, revealing a small golden box that shone brightly inside. Jiumozhi leaned over and took out the gold box, holding it in his hands with a proud smile on his face.
But at this moment, that untimely voice that annoyed him sounded again.
"Master, is there a Tibetan specialty in the box?" He Xie asked.
"Cough cough cough..."
Suddenly, there was a lot of coughing in the room, and Duan Yu even laughed out loud.
Jiumozhi's face twitched violently a few times, what a special local product!
