Qiu Wu was startled when he suddenly heard these words ringing in his ears. He looked around but didn't see an extra person.
Hu Long was not surprised at all, and said with a leisurely smile: "Is the person coming Mr. Xu Zhuzi or Emperor Duan Yu? Well, as Emperor Duan, it is not convenient for him to leave Dali easily. I guess you must be the master of Lingjiu Palace. Mr. Xu Zhuzi."
What responded to Hu Long was a little girl's sweet smile: "Hey, you are quite clever with your nose!"
"Wan'er, don't be rude!"
Following the previous scolding from the soft voice, the two figures floated down from the cliff dozens of feet high on the side of the road. They fell to the ground without any shock or sound.
Qiu Wu thought that even if he practiced hard for a lifetime, he would never be able to match this skill.
The visitors were a middle-aged man with a short beard and a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.
The man has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a raised nose and thick lips, and his ears are exposed to the wind. His appearance is really unflattering.
But he wore a high crown on his head, a wide-sleeved azure robe on his body, and gently shook a white feather fan in his hand. This somewhat ancient style of dress was coupled with his natural expression that he inadvertently revealed. Qing Ning's aloof temperament gives him a kind of sincere charm that returns him to his original nature.
As for the girl, she is a beautiful embryo that has shown some peerless elegance. She has almond eyes and peach cheeks, a hanging nose and cherry lips, and a slim and delicate body wearing a purple fitted dress.
Hu Long could see clearly just now that when the two fell from the cliff, the man gently held the girl's arm with his feather fan. Otherwise, even though the girl was already at the innate realm, she would not be able to fall from such a height so calmly.
At this moment, the man and the girl took a few steps forward. He first put a feather fan on his chest and bowed in salute, saying: "Xu Zhuzi has met the Taoist priest. This is my little girl Aster. I have always been neglectful in discipline. I have just offended you with my words. Please forgive me." "
When the girl named "Zi Yuan" saw her father saluting solemnly, she also dropped the smile on her face, and then also saluted Hu Yuan.
Hu Long, the "Xu Zhuzi", behaves calmly and elegantly, and is as graceful as everyone else. He can't help but secretly think in his heart that he is really "living in the body and cultivating the Qi". This man has learned peerless martial arts and has become the leader of Xiaoyao and Lingjiu. The master of the palace commanded a group of powerful people, and later even ordered the princess of a country to marry. Now he is no longer the pedantic and dull little monk he used to be.
Thinking in his mind, he also bowed his head as a courtesy and said with a smile: "It's easy to say, I am a poor Taoist named Hu Long, whose Taoist name is 'Taipuzi'. I have met a layman."
After the two parties had finished the ceremony, Xu Zhuzi asked a question in his mind: "Just now, the Taoist priest hit the stone wall with his palm, using one of the 'Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon', 'Exalt the Dragon with Regret', but I don't know what it has to do with the Beggar Clan." origin?"
Hu Long shook his head and said: "Pindao had some chance in his early years and accidentally obtained a copy of 'Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon', but he didn't know anyone from the Beggar Clan."
Xu Zhuzi nodded slightly, but he did not doubt that this statement was untrue.
The doubt in his mind just now was not only how Hu Yun could use the "Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon", but also because the "Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon" used by Hu Yuan had the wonderful combination of yang and yin, hardness and softness. Xiao Feng Zhi Da Zhi Gang's palm techniques are quite different, and they should indeed have other origins.
As for where Hu Long learned this palm technique, twenty years ago, he would have asked recklessly, but now he knows how to stop it.
However, he was somewhat curious about Hu Yuan after all. Judging from the palm strike just now, this Taoist's martial arts training was not as deep as his own, but the other party was able to create a huge wine jar out of thin air. He seemed to be familiar with Xuanmen Taoism. .
Although he lives secluded in the Tianshan Mountains, he has thirty-six cave masters and seventy-two island masters distributed all over the world. He is the most well-informed, but no one has ever heard of Taoist Hu Huan.
However, this person seemed to be quite familiar with his three brothers. He not only knew everything about his sworn brother Xiao Feng and made casual comments, but he also guessed his identity based on his own words.
Rather than the origin of the "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms" used by the opponent, what he wanted to know more was the origin of the opponent.
When people in the world meet for the first time, please ask your teacher's family background or even customary etiquette, but there is no need to avoid anything.
At that time, he handed over his hand to ask, and Hu Yuan naturally responded with the same rhetoric that he used to fool Zhou Tong before. It was reasonable and reasonable but could not be verified, so Xu Zhuzi could only believe it.
While the two were talking, there was a sudden sound of horse hooves on the mountain road in the distance.
Judging from the closeness of the cry, it must be a good horse chasing the wind and lightning.
Just galloping on such a steep mountain road, and if he is not careful, he will fall into the bottomless valley beside him. It can be seen that the knight is not only brave, but also has deep confidence in his riding skills.
Hu Long noticed that the expressions on the faces of Xu Zhuzi and his daughter changed slightly when they heard the sound of hoofbeats. Xu Zhuzi looked a little emotional and helpless, while Xu Ziyuan looked excited and eager to try, so he knew that it was their acquaintance who came. .
After a while, the sound of hoofbeats became louder and louder, and suddenly a white shadow emerged from the corner in front of the mountain road, carrying a gust of wind and swept towards everyone.
With a long neigh, the white figure made a very thrilling movement of standing up on the narrow mountain road and then stopped. It turned out to be a white horse with a body like snow and a horse like a dragon.
The knight on the horse is a young prince with a golden crown and hair, white clothes and snow-white clothes. He has a handsome face, his eyes are as bright as morning stars, and a pair of slender sword eyebrows fly into his temples, exuding a chilling and fierce aura from the inside out.
The young master turned over and dismounted, took a few steps forward with a four-foot black sheath sword on his waist, held his hand towards Xu Zhuzi, and said loudly: "Gusu Murong Yan, I have met Mr. Xu Zhuzi!"
Although he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, when facing Xu Zhuzi, the great martial arts master who commanded a group of heroes, he still behaved generously and decently, and his demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant.
Xu Zhuzi sighed: "Mr. Murong, I have left you a letter at Lingjiu Palace, explaining that I will come to Yanmen to pay homage to my sworn brother. I will turn around after the matter. Please wait in the palace for a few days. Why are you so impatient? , and then he caught up with him?"
Murong Yan said calmly: "I am also familiar with the style of the masters from Heshuo, so I did not stay in Lingjiu Palace."
Xu Ziyuan could no longer hold back any longer, so she jumped out and shouted: "Murong Yan, since you can't wait to be defeated for the third time, then draw your sword quickly!"
Murong Yan faced this girl of a similar age and with peerless beauty, but she didn't show any sign of admiration from a young person. She actually grabbed the hilt of the long sword at her waist and pulled out the four-foot green blade with a cold light shining from its sheath. Outside, he made a sword salute to the other party with a solemn expression, and said solemnly: "Last year, I was defeated by Miss Xu's sword again. I learned my shame and became brave. I have devoted myself to hard training for a year. My self-confidence has improved a lot, but the girl needs to be more careful. "
Xu Ziyuan curled her lips and said, "You said the same thing last year, and you were still defeated."
Even so, she did not dare to be careless and underestimate the enemy. She immediately reached out and flicked her hand at her waist. In her hand, there was a three-foot soft sword with purple light all over its body and a trembling blade as thin as a cicada's wing.
