A quarter of an hour later.
Jiumozhi stepped into a villa near the water with a tense expression. Along the way, he was filled with fear.
The sound transmission never stopped.
Whenever he passes through a fork in the road, a sound transmission will appear at the right time.
It's simply amazing!
However, his greed for martial arts finally suppressed the fear in his heart.
Murong Family's Huan Shi Shui Pavilion has great appeal to martial arts enthusiasts like him.
What's more, he didn't come empty-handed when he came to visit the Murong family.
The living sword manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword is in his hand.
Even looking at the Song, Ming and Tang Dynasties, this martial arts is a top secret skill. If the training conditions were not too harsh, the Dali Duan clan alone would not be able to maintain this secret skill.
"The young monk Jiumozhi has met Mr. Murong."
After entering the garden, Jiumozhi politely made a Buddhist salute to Li Jie.
"I have met the Tubo Imperial Master."
Li Jie made a casual move, and two stone benches in the distance flew behind Jiumozhi and Duan Yu out of thin air. They stopped at just the right position. As long as they stood back one step, they could sit on the stone benches.
This move immediately shocked Jiumozhi.
Capturing the dragon?
Isn’t this Shaolin’s unique skill?
[Murong Fu] How could it be possible, and how could he use it so well? The stone bench that just flew up weighed at least several dozen kilograms, right?
But under [Murong Fu]'s hands, it was as light as tissue paper.
In fact, Jiumozhi also knows this skill. Because he knows it, he knows how difficult it is to use this skill smoothly.
Anyway, he couldn't do it.
'Information error! '
At this moment, he had given up any thoughts of taking it by force.
"Thank you, Mr. Murong."
Jiumozhi bowed slightly, then sat down with a smile.
"The Imperial Master has come all the way from afar and you don't know why?"
Li Jie had no intention of quarreling with Jiumozhixu and directly asked him the reason for his visit.
"The young monk and Mr. Murong were close friends. After hearing the sad news of Mr. Murong's death, the young monk came from Tubo to pay his respects to Mr. Murong."
Saying that, Jiumozhi glanced at Duan Yu.
"In the past, the young monk made an appointment with Mr. Murong to obtain the sword manual of Duan's Six Meridians Divine Sword in Dali and give it to Mr. Murong for inspection."
"It's just that the young monk went to Tianlong Temple in Dali this time and planned to exchange the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin for the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual. However, the monks in Tianlong Temple refused to accept it."
"And burned the sword manual in front of him."
"The young monk always keeps his word, so he has no choice but to bring Mr. Duan to Yanziwu. Mr. Duan knows the Six Meridians Divine Sword by heart."
"Later, the young monk burned him in front of Mr. Murong's tomb. In this way, it is not considered a breach of the promise by the young monk."
"ah!"
Hearing that Jiumozhi was going to burn Duan Yu, Abi, who was standing next to Li Jie, couldn't help but exclaimed.
The young man in white is a big living person.
Burned directly?
Too cruel!
Immediately afterwards, Abi quickly gave a blessing gift to Li Jie.
"Sir, Abi made a mistake, please punish me."
Li Jie shook his head slightly, then turned to look at Jiumozhi: "Great monk, burning a living person, is this the mercy of a monk?"
"The poor monk is just helping Mr. Duan reach bliss as soon as possible."
Jiumozhiyun said calmly: "How can you say cruelty?"
Hearing this, Duan Yu, who was sitting next to him, glared at Jiumozhi several times. After stepping into Yanziwu, the great monk tapped his acupuncture points.
It's hard to say.
"hehe."
Li Jie chuckled and waved his sleeves in the air.
"Whether it is cruel or not, should we listen to the opinions of the person involved?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Yu spoke in surprise. He seemed to be able to speak. The next second, he stood up quickly.
"Mr. Murong, don't listen to this great monk's nonsense."
"What about having an appointment with Mr. Murong? From Xiaosheng's point of view, this is completely nonsense."
"Master monk, you didn't come earlier or later. Why did you wait until Mr. Murong passed away before you came?"
Seeing Duan Yu's acupoints being unlocked, Jiumozhi's eyes flashed with surprise.
What a clever technique!
This hole-breaking skill is like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind.
However, as a national master of a country, Jiumozhi quickly regained his composure and shook his head slightly.
"Master Duan doesn't know that the young monk and Mr. Murong have made a long-standing agreement, but in the past ten years, the young monk has been practicing the [Flame Knife] in seclusion.
It was not until recently that the young monk had achieved some success. After he came out of seclusion, he learned the sad news that Mr. Murong had passed away. "
"Master monk, regarding the matter you mentioned, my father did not leave a single word during his lifetime."
Li Jie said calmly: "I don't know, what is the specific content of your agreement with my father?"
"Go back to Mr. Murong."
Jiumozhi saluted and said, "The agreement back then was that the young monk would give the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual to Mr. Murong in exchange for a chance to enter the Huanshi Water Pavilion."
"Well done, you great monk!"
Duan Yu ignored the danger and directly exposed the facts.
"You are clearly coveting the magical secrets collected by the Murong family, but when it comes to your mouth, you actually say it in such a high-sounding way!"
Jiumozhi didn't bother Duan Yu, but looked at the real owner Li Jie calmly.
Being thick-skinned is a basic skill.
"Well."
Li Jie pretended to be thoughtful and said: "This request is reasonable."
As soon as these words came out, Jiumozhi's heart moved.
Any drama?
"But what you just said is all based on your words, great monk. My father has passed away without leaving a will, so the authenticity of the agreement cannot be tested."
"So, I cannot agree to this request."
After hearing this clear rejection, Jiumozhi was silent for a long time.
If he hadn't been frightened by [Murong Fu's] strength and his temper, he would have taken action long ago.
Wasn't Tianlong Temple the one who was defeated by him?
At the critical moment, the sword manual was burned as a last resort.
However, Tianlong Temple is Tianlong Temple, and Murong Fu is Murong Fu. Looking at the strength that [Murong Fu] showed casually.
He is afraid of flying to the enemy.
the other side.
Also built a water pavilion.
A flash of white light flashed, and a young man wearing a coarse shorts appeared unexpectedly between the bookshelves.
After a few breaths, the confusion in the young man's eyes gradually dissipated, and he pinched his arms and thighs with a strange expression, and then poked his face.
"Fuck!"
"What a real touch."
"The claims of this crappy game are actually true?"
"One hundred percent tactile?"
"What kind of black technology is it?"
After muttering a few words in a low voice, the young man had time to observe the surrounding environment.
Through the sunlight coming from the holes in the wall, he could clearly see the scene in front of him.
The aroma of pine, books, and ink that hits your nose is complemented by rows of bookshelves.
Is this a library?
The next second, the young man walked to a bookshelf and picked up a book.
【Ding! 】
[Congratulations to player Lu Qingzhou for discovering the secret book "Returning Wind Willow Knife Technique" (annotated version) - Quality: Gold]
Seeing the bright golden color, Lu Qingzhou was stunned for a moment.
【Whether it is included? 】(End of this chapter)
