Song Xing turned around and looked at Jiumozhi: "What advice does King Ming have?"
Jiumozhi said politely: "Mr. Murong is an old friend of the young monk. The young monk wants to go to his tomb to pay homage. Can you let the people in this village lead me there?"
Song Xing refused: "It is better for Prince Ming not to get involved in the affairs of the Six Gates."
Jiumozhi came all the way to the Central Plains just to read the secret book in Hezhuang Huanshi Shui Pavilion. Seeing that hope was right in front of him, how could he give up easily.
Jiumozhi dodged and stopped the people from Liumen, "If this is the case, the young monk cannot let the benefactor take them away."
Song Xing had a cold smile on his lips, looked at Jiumozhi and asked, "So, Prince Ming is planning to stop the Six Sects from doing anything!"
Jiumozhi was silent, but his body still blocked the door, showing his will with actions.
The Wusu people's martial arts skills were not yet in his eyes.
Song Xing raised his head with a mocking smile on his lips.
Then Jiumozhi saw a fist, wrapped in a ferocious aura, getting closer and closer in his sight. He suddenly felt a slight chill on the back of his spine, exhaled loudly, and met Song Xing's fist with his right hand extremely quickly.
Just when Jiumozhi's palm was about to touch Song Xing's fist, Song Xing suddenly changed his fist into a claw and clasped Jiumozhi's arm. At the same time, his left hand penetrated Jiumozhi at an extremely fast speed and imprinted on Jiumozhi's right ribs. .
Jiumozhi also reacted very quickly. He passed his left hand under his arm and blocked Song Xing's extremely concealed attack.
boom!
As his palms struck each other, Jiumozhi suddenly felt a majestic force coming from him. His feet involuntarily began to retreat, and he took several steps back before standing still.
Before he could stand firm, Song Xing attacked again!
Song Xing didn't use any special moves such as stepping on the legs to judge the advance, drilling and leaning, and cutting and hooking. After practicing Neijiaquan to his level, any move could be done at will, and the power was unparalleled.
The inner energy of the ninth level of Ming Yu Gong was used, which immediately made the clothes of the people present rustle. The temperature in Qinyun Xiaozhu dropped sharply, causing the expressions of everyone present to change drastically.
Jiumozhi also had a serious look on his face. As his clothes fluttered, he raised his palms to form a sword, and in an instant he slashed towards Song Xing with a flaming sword force.
The blazing power of the flame knife collided with the cold energy of Ming Yu Gong. Song Xing's expression remained unchanged, and he pointed like a knife and stretched out his hand to cut across the air.
This move seemed to be extremely gentle, but when it hit the energy of the flame knife in the air, it made a loud noise, directly forcing the energy of the flame knife back.
The two strands of true energy collided in the air, and the energy suddenly overflowed, knocking all the tables, chairs, and incense burners in Qinyun's small building to the ground, shaking them to pieces.
Jiumozhi's face changed slightly after his flame knife was broken. He quickly used his inner strength to strike a palm in the air, resolving the aftermath of the fight. He looked at Song Xing, who was calm and calm across the way, with doubtful eyes.
Little did he know that Song Xing was also amazed at the use of true energy by masters in this world. In the previous world, no matter how strong the martial arts were, it would be difficult to release true energy casually and hurt people in the air.
But in the world of Tianlong, there are more than a dozen kinds of martial arts. If you practice to a great level, you can release your true energy to injure the enemy. You can even form a three-inch wall of energy outside your body like a sweeping monk, and your fists and feet cannot be hurt at all. This is the ultimate abnormality. .
During the fight, Jiumozhi, who was slightly at a disadvantage, was a little frightened and angry. He never expected that a six-door head catcher he met casually when he first arrived in Jiangnan actually possessed terrifying martial arts that dwarfed the others.
Jiumozhi asked himself that he was well-informed, but he couldn't tell the origin of Song Xing's kung fu. However, every move he made was so powerful that it was difficult to resist.
After repelling Jiumozhi with one move, Song Xing suddenly stopped and stopped pursuing him. It was enough to give Jiumozhi a lesson. To confirm Murong Bo's life and death, Jiumozhi, a tool man, was needed.
Song Xing said: "King Ming paid tribute to his old friend. Could it be that he was preparing to sacrifice this little brother?"
Jiumozhi admitted very bachelorly: "Yes, the young monk once promised Master Murong to bring the Six Meridians Divine Sword of the Duan family of Dali to him. Now that he is no longer here, the young monk has no choice but to bring this master who knows the Six Meridians Divine Sword to him. Mr. Duan made a blood sacrifice to Mr. Murong."
Song Xing sneered: "You, a Tubo master, dare to kill people in front of the Six Gates. Do you think the Six Gates will turn a blind eye?"
When Jiumozhi heard this, he raised his arms and used the flaming sword energy again: "In that case, let's see the true chapter under my hands!"
Song Xing saw through Jiumozhi's fierce expression and asked directly, "Does Prince Ming know why I'm here?"
Seeing that Song Xing had no intention of taking action, Jiumozhi put down his arm and asked, "Aren't you here for Master Murong?"
Song Xing shook his head: "I came here for the Murong family, but not necessarily for Murong Fu."
Seeing Jiumozhi's confusion, Song Xing continued: "There were seven deaths in Pingjiang Mansion within a month. The deceased were all members of Jianghu sects, and they all died under the influence of the Murong family."
"After investigation by Six Doors, it was found that Murong Fu was in Gusu when some of the deceased were killed."
Before Jiumozhi could figure it out, Song Xing asked quickly: "Based on King Ming's martial arts experience, do you know if there is any martial arts in the world that can imitate the fight to frame the Murong family?"
Jiumozhi thought for a while, shook his head and said: "The young monk also fought against Master Murong back then. He has little knowledge and can't think of any skills that can be done. But since there are people who were not killed by Master Murong, but died due to the changing stars, it is really disappointing. The young monk is confused."
Song Xing said leisurely: "Besides Murong Fu, there was one other person in the Murong family who knew how to change the world."
When Jiumozhi heard this, he was shocked and looked at Song Xing in disbelief. As smart as him, he instantly understood what Song Xing meant: "The six doors are suspected of being Mr. Murong. He did not pass away at that time. Are these things done by him who faked his death?"
Song Xing said: "You can tell whether it is right or wrong when you go to Shenhe Village and see it."
Hearing what Song Xing said, Bao BuTong cursed loudly: "Thieves, don't tarnish the reputation of Shenhe Village. Master Murong was so powerful in the world back then. You little catcher, who gave you the courage to slander my master?"
Song Xing slapped Bao BuTong on the chest with his backhand, and there were only a few sounds of bone cracking. Bao BuTong spurted blood from his mouth and made a gurgling noise. He stared at Song Xing and then passed out.
Song Xing's eyes were as bright as lightning, and he watched Bao BuTong and Gong Ye doing it coldly, "Six Doors also knows how to kill people. Next time, go down and accompany your master!"
Gong Yeqian also stared at Song Xing with cold eyes: "For today's shame, the Murong family will repay you generously in the future!"
Song Xing ignored his words of defeat and asked Wu Su to find the servants in the village. These servants were afraid of the power of the six doors and soon pointed out the detailed route to Shenhe Village.
Song Xing asked Wu Su and others to carry their bags, and took A'Zhu, Duan Yu and others with them, and arrived at Shenhe Village together.
Standing in front of Murong Bo's tomb, Jiumozhi looked at Song Xing with a strange look on his face and asked, "Are Six Gates sure that Mr. Murong is not dead?"
Song Xing half-smiled, "Isn't that true? Prince Ming will know if he sees it himself."
Jiumozhi turned back and stared at the tombstone in front of him, gritted his teeth, bent over and clasped his hands in front of the tombstone and said, "Master Murong, please forgive this young monk for being unreasonable."
After saying that, amidst the angry shouts of A'Zhu and the other three, they pushed out with a palm and leveled the mound in front of them. Then the flaming sword swept across with all their strength, and the coffin lid in the tomb popped open.
"ah!"
Along with Aju Abi's exclamation, Jiumozhi's eyes lit up.
The coffin was indeed empty, with nothing in it.
