He Xie chuckled: "Does King Ming feel unbearable pain all over his body every time at midnight in recent years?"
Although Jiumozhi said nothing, the frightened and stunned expression on his face said everything.
"Haha..." He Xie pretended to smile proudly and stood with his hands behind his hands. "This is the problem of King Ming. If I don't help him, it can be as short as three to five months or as long as a year. King Ming will definitely go crazy because of this.
It can range from a complete loss of internal energy and paralysis to the whole body, to a severe condition of severed tendons and life-threatening injuries!"
He Xie looked at Jiumozhi's expression of shock and anger, smiled coldly, and said: "As long as King Ming is willing to agree to these two things, I will immediately treat you and teach you the solution!"
"It's you!" Jiumozhi suddenly realized and pointed at He Xie angrily, "Back then you taught the young monk Xiaowuxiang Gong and Prajna Vajra Palm. You also told the young monk that the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin can be found in the Sutra Pavilion.
You can borrow it at any time, this is all your conspiracy! You have been planning for thirty years just to use this young monk for your own good! Murong Bo, you are so scheming!"
"Hahaha..." He Xie laughed loudly, "King Ming, if it weren't for me, why would you be where you are today? You and I are just cooperating with each other and getting what we need! As for the conspiracy you mentioned..."
He Xie sneered: "I am not the successor of the transcendent evil-proofing sword. If I teach you the Taoist magic, you will naturally have to pay the price! Prince Ming should have understood this thirty years ago!"
"The human heart is evil! The human heart is evil..." Jiumozhi was so angry that he trembled all over.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed with light, he stared at He Xie and shouted: "Who is sneaking around? Come out!"
He Xie subconsciously looked back, but suddenly realized something was wrong.
Sure enough, when Jiumozhi saw He Xie turning around, his whole body was filled with zhenqi. He suddenly waved his palms and slapped He Xie's chest fiercely!
This Jiumozhi was really born to be a part of the world!
If it is really Murong Bo, he must have been pretending to be dead for thirty years. He must not want others to discover his whereabouts. He will definitely be very nervous if he hears that someone is peeping.
In a hurry, there is really a high chance of falling into Jiumozhi's little trick.
It's a pity that Jiumozhi is not facing the old silver coin Murong Bo, but the sunny boy He Xie.
At that moment, He Xie immediately used his star-shifting skill without even thinking about it, and faced it with both palms.
boom!
The muffled sound of defeat rang out, and Jiumozhi's violent internal energy was guided around the body by He Xie and rebounded back.
Jiumozhi immediately groaned and flew backwards, staggering a few steps before barely stopping.
He gritted his teeth and was about to charge forward again, but He Xie suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "I just used four successes! Prince Ming, you are no match for me, so don't humiliate yourself!"
Jiumozhi's expression suddenly changed and he froze on the spot.
He Xie smiled slightly and continued: "I know that King Ming is not angry. He is just a man who knows the current affairs and is a hero. What's more, after the event is completed, it will be of great benefit to King Ming. King Ming is a generation of eminent monks. Such a simple truth can't be understood, right?
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Jiumozhi's expression was gloomy and uncertain. After a while, he slowly stopped the exercise. He clasped his hands together and bowed slightly: "The Murong family's dexterity is truly worthy of its reputation. The young monk has learned from it."
"This matter is serious. Please forgive me for not being able to make a decision immediately." He then said, "Sir, please allow me some time to think about it."
"No!" He Xie flatly refused, "I don't have time to wait for King Ming's reply. If King Ming doesn't agree to me, then what I gave to King Ming back then will be taken back today!"
Having said that, He Xie gave another sinister smile: "The Little Phaseless Kung Fu, which King Ming relies on as his foundation, was taught by me. King Ming is not so naive as to think that I have no back-up plan, right?"
"You" Jiumozhi was so angry that he felt chills all over his body, but he couldn't say a word.
"In this case, I will take a step back." He Xie pretended to be deep in thought, "You go to find Quanzi first, and plan for him to get close to the successor of the evil-preventing sword. I will allow you to postpone your consideration of the matter of joining me as a disciple of the Hehe Village!"
Although Jiumozhi was filled with anger, at this moment he knew that his life was completely controlled by the other party and there was nothing he could do about it.
"This is a gift from Mr. Murong. I will keep it in my heart and never dare to forget it!" Finally, Jiumozhi bowed deeply to He Xie and turned to leave.
With this worship, he broke all ties with him.
Watching Jiumozhi leave, He Xie showed a satisfied smile.
Now, Little Jiujiu and Murong Fu will take the initiative to put it into the bowl.
After he was sure that Jiumozhi had left, he began to wander around and browse the treasure house of martial arts.
It didn't surprise He Xie. There were very few martial arts here that could be put on the stage. The only one that He Xie could take a second look at was the Beggar Clan's dog-beating stick technique. It only had incomplete moves.
There is no internal strength or mental method.
With a tolerant attitude of "Come here, come here", He Xie still patiently reviewed a few sword techniques with a critical eye. Not to mention, there were indeed a few vulgar sword techniques with occasional brilliant moves.
Let He Xie's eyes light up.
However, the story of gold mining in Shali was boring. After watching it for less than an hour, He Xie was too lazy to watch it anymore.
If he had the time, he might as well figure it out on his own.
He Xie thought that the plot should soon progress to the Beggar Clan Conference in Xingzilin, so he thought it would be better to go to Wuxi City and see if he could meet Qiao Feng by chance.
He still doesn't know that his cheap brother has become like old friends at first sight with Qiao Feng, as fate would have it.
Just when He Xie was about to leave, his expression suddenly changed and he heard footsteps approaching from outside the door.
There were two people coming, both of them were light-footed and had no martial arts skills.
He Xie was originally engaged in "stealing books and elegant things", and now he still had the appearance of Murong Bo. Naturally, he had no intention of meeting outsiders. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a crisp voice from outside: "Miss, is that maid here?"
I'm waiting for you outside, if anything happens, just call me."
Another voice, as hazy as smoke and cold mountains, came: "No need, you go back first. The beggar gang wronged my cousin for killing their deputy gang leader Ma. He and Brother Deng went to the meeting. After all, they are good men."
I can't fight against a large number of people. I'm just afraid that I can't explain clearly and the two sides will be at odds with each other..."
"Young master is very skilled in martial arts, and even those flower-child ricers can't get enough to eat, so there will definitely be nothing they can do to him," said the slave.
"You don't understand anything. The beggar gang and the flower street people who don't have enough to eat are two different things." The young lady said with worry, "The beggar gang has two magical skills: the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Dog Beating Stick Technique.
In the Langhuan Jade Cave in our house, there are only some incomplete moves of the Dog Beating Stick Technique. There is no mental method for practicing the skills at all. There is not even the slightest bit of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Not even the opponent's moves.
Understood, how can my cousin do it again?"
"Miss, it's useless to worry. Master Biao may have already finished fighting with the flowers," the slave said.
"What kind of fight is so ugly? It's about making friends through martial arts." The young lady said angrily, "I know it's useless, but I will read more books and wait for my cousin to come back so that we can sum up this experience with him...