Chapter five hundred and sixteen flickering the little dove
"Old Mr. Murong, it turns out you...it turns out you..." Jiumozhi's face was full of shock. Even though he had practiced Zen for decades, he saw with his own eyes an old friend who was supposed to have been dead for thirty years, standing like this alive.
In front of him, he was still so frightened that he could not speak coherently.
He Xie said with a smile but not a smile: "King Ming's style is still the same, I am very pleased. I just didn't expect that you and I would meet again in such a situation, which is really sad."
Jiumozhi had recovered from the shock at this time. Hearing the sarcasm in He Xie's words, he did not blush. Instead, he raised his head and laughed, saying: "All the books here are from various martial arts sects. The young monk just borrowed a few.
Fan, what's the harm to Daya?"
After a pause, Jiumozhi said with a half-smile, "But if I remember correctly, young monk, this does not seem to be the Huanshi Water Pavilion of your mansion. How come you, Mr. Murong..."
"Why doesn't Prince Ming know that the late owner of Mantuo Villa was my brother-in-law?" He Xie said with a smile, "The martial arts classics in the Langhuan Jade Cave all come from the secret collection of the Xiaoyao Sect. And Xiaoyao
The sect has three secret techniques to suppress the sect, the first is the Beiming Divine Kung Fu, the second is the Bahuang Liuhe Solitary Kung Fu, and the third is the Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu practiced by King Ming."
Jiumozhi's expression suddenly changed when he heard this, and he couldn't help but said: "Could it be that the Xiao Wuxiang Kung that Mr. Sir gave to the young monk back then came from here?"
He Xie looked at Jiumozhi with a smile, neither admitting nor denying.
He deliberately made the matter of Xiao Wu Xiang Gong vague because he didn't know exactly how Jiumozhi obtained this martial arts. But now that Jiumozhi has admitted it himself, it seems that there is nothing wrong with this matter.
"The best treasures in the Langhuan Jade Cave have been obtained by Prince Ming," He Xie said with a smile. "What's left are some vulgar miscellaneous books. It's okay not to read them. What does Prince Ming think?"
Jiumozhi's face froze, then he laughed loudly, clasped his hands and said: "What Mr. Murong said is that the young monk stayed here for many days and found that most of the martial arts here are indeed unsightly. Thank you Mr. Murong for the pointer.
In this way, the young monk will not waste his time here."
After saying that, Jiumozhi's face straightened up and he said sincerely: "Mr. Murong, I heard that he died of illness soon after we parted ways, and the young monk was heartbroken. I didn't expect that he had faked his death and lived in seclusion. We are reunited today. It feels like we have been apart from another life!"
Jiumozhi put his hands together and bowed, and then continued: "The young monk was given magical skills by the teacher back then. He gave careful guidance and practiced hard for more than 20 years before he achieved today's results. The teacher's kindness is equivalent to reincarnation. The young monk has always kept it in mind.
Don’t dare to forget!”
These words were extremely sincere and seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. It seemed that Jiumozhi was indeed grateful to Murong Bo and always wanted to repay his kindness.
How can this work? It needs to be corrected!
He Xie nodded happily: "King Ming is interested."
"The young monk heard Mr. comment on the world's swordsmanship and believed that the Dali Six Meridians Divine Sword should be the best in the world. Unfortunately, I didn't get to see it, which is a pity." Jiumozhi continued, "The young monk came here in person a few days ago to fulfill Mr.'s wish.
Dali Tianlong Temple borrowed sword manuals, but it's a pity..."
When Jiumozhi said this, he couldn't help showing a look of fear in his eyes. Even after a month, Jiumozhi still felt chills all over his body when he thought of He Xie's sword.
He Xie asked deliberately: "What's the pity?"
"It's a pity that the young monk is not good at learning. He lost a little bit and returned without success, which makes the young monk very regretful." Jiumozhi shook his head and said with a sigh.
After a pause, he looked at He Xie and asked doubtfully: "Mr. Murong, have you ever heard of a sword technique called the Evil-Escaping Divine Sword?"
He Xie's expression suddenly changed, and he lost his voice and said: "The best sword in the world? Could it be that King Ming has already met the successor of the evil sword?"
Jiumozhi's eyes flashed and he said hastily: "Mr. Murong also thinks that the evil sword is the best sword in the world?"
He Xie nodded with a solemn face and said in a deep voice: "That's right! This sword suddenly appeared in the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago, and then disappeared like a flying giant stepping on the snow and mud. After shaking the world, there was no news again. Even I,
I have only heard of its legends and have never seen it with my own eyes. I even once doubted whether there is a magic sword to ward off evil spirits in this world."
He paused and looked at Jiumozhi: "This is a sword technique from hell. It should not exist in the human world at all. Whether this sword has ever existed has always been a mystery. Therefore, when I discussed martial arts with King Ming, it was also
I have never mentioned this sword."
Hearing He Xie's tone full of caution and fear, Jiumozhi nodded deeply in sympathy and said: "The Divine Sword to ward off evil... really shouldn't be a human swordsmanship."
"To be honest, the reason why the young monk failed in Tianlong Temple was because he met the successor of the evil-dispelling divine sword." Jiumozhi said solemnly, "Although the young monk defeated everyone in Tianlong Temple, in the end, he was defeated by
With one move, this person finally saw for himself the elegance of the best sword in the world."
He Xie pretended to be surprised and said: "It is said that everyone who has seen the evil-dispelling divine sword has died. I didn't expect that King Ming would only lose one move with this sword. I'm afraid that King Ming's current martial arts skills are beyond my reach. After all, if
I have absolutely no confidence in surviving when faced with the legendary sword to ward off evil."
Jiumozhi's expression remained unchanged, he clasped his hands together and said, "Ashamed, ashamed!"
He Xie was amused in his heart and deliberately pondered for a moment, then said: "The reason why I appeared in front of King Ming was actually because I heard that the Divine Sword to ward off evil spirits had reappeared in the world. It was because of something special. Since King Ming knew the successor of the Divine Sword to ward off evil spirits, and was in contact with him.
It would be best if we have fought against each other."
"Oh?" Jiumozhi's expression changed, "Sir, if you have any instructions, it doesn't matter."
"I don't dare to accept the order, I just asked for help from King Ming." He Xie said, "King Ming should know that I have a son with a single name and a double name."
"Nan Murong, Bei Qiao Feng, who in the martial arts world doesn't know this?" Jiumozhi said with a smile, "Young Master has already become famous in the world at just thirty years old. It's really gratifying and congratulatory. Mr. Murong has a successor."
"The little dog has no shape, but it has a small reputation, and it has become addicted to the false reputation. Over the years, I am afraid that it is only a martial arts that does not advance but retreats. It is really a bad son!" He Xie looked like an old father with a sad look on his face.
Murong Fu, dad loves you...
Jiumozhi smiled slightly: "Mr. Murong hopes that his son will succeed, so he may be a little harsh on your son. Even young monks in Tubo have heard of your son's name."
After a pause, he asked: "Is it possible that the matter entrusted by sir has something to do with your son?"
"That's right!" He Xie looked at Jiumozhi with bright eyes, "I have two things to support you. I know that King Ming respects his promises and upholds justice. I believe that King Ming will not disappoint me."
Jiumozhi clasped his hands together solemnly and said, "Mr. Murong, please speak."
He Xie smiled in his heart, Xiao Jiujiu was not stupid at all, he just agreed without letting go.
