"How could this happen?"
The three people in Shenhe Village looked at the empty coffin, their eyes changed from anger at first to shock, and they shouted in unison.
Murong Bo, who had died thirty years ago, had no bones in the coffin. This scene not only shocked the three people in Shenhe Village, but also the two people Cui Guo who came with him were dumbfounded.
Seeing the empty coffin at his feet, Jiumozhi also felt that his mind was a little confused. Although he had some evil intentions to capture Duan Yu and come here, he did feel somewhat grateful to Murong Bo in his heart.
After all, when the two met, Murong Bo taught several of Shaolin's seventy-two stunts without any secret. Jiumozhi was moved by this and promised to capture the Dali Six Meridians Divine Sword for Murong Bo.
Looking at Jiumozhi in a daze, Song Xing said: "Since Murong Bo is not dead, King Ming does not need to worship him."
Jiumozhi nodded blankly, calmed down and said, "Yes, I thought old Mr. Murong was deceased, but who would have thought that my old friend is still alive? It's really gratifying."
He turned to look at A'Zhu and the others and asked, "Can I tell you the whereabouts of Mr. Murong?"
A'Zhu shook his head in confusion: "How could it be like this? Master Murong has obviously been dead for many years, why is this happening? Even Young Master Murong doesn't know about this."
Jiumozhi stared at A'Zhu and Gong Yeqian carefully, and saw that the shocked expressions on their faces did not seem to be fake, and he was also a little confused. He had never thought that Murong Bo had faked his death, and even his own son had kept it a secret.
Since Murong Bo was not dead, there was no need to mention the matter of worship. Jiumozhi didn't know what Murong Bo was planning secretly, but he instinctively thought of the Shaolin skills he taught him, and a shadow flashed in his heart.
"Since Mr. Murong has not passed away, the young monk will come to visit you another day."
Knowing that Murong Bo was not dead, Jiumozhi suddenly felt like a thorn in his back. He always felt that there were a pair of sinister eyes staring at him secretly in Shenhe Village at this time.
Coupled with the unfathomable Song Xing next to him, Jiumozhi decided to leave first and then look for an opportunity to enter Huanshi Water Pavilion.
Just when Jiumozhi picked up Duan Yu and was about to leave, Song Xing stepped in front of him and stopped him.
Jiumozhi's face suddenly darkened: "What does the donor mean by stopping the young monk?"
Song Xing pointed at Duan Yu and said, "If Prince Ming wants to leave, please do so, but you have to stay, Mr. Duan."
Jiumozhi narrowed his eyes: "What if the young monk doesn't want to?"
Song Xingdao: "Then I will come and get it myself."
Jiumozhi was furious and flicked his right hand at Song Xing several times in the air: "Then let's see how much you weigh!"
Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, the Wuxiang Jie Finger!
Facing Jiumozhi's sudden attack, Song Xing's body suddenly spun on the spot like a top. When the invisible finger force of the Wuxiang Jie Finger came into contact with Song Xing's body, it was as if he was defeated, and everything on his body was covered by it. The force bounced off, blasting out several shallow craters on the ground.
Before Jiumozhi could change his move, Song Xing stepped forward and pounced.
With just one movement, Jiumozhi felt that the person rushing towards him was not a person, but a golden-winged roc that had soared ninety thousand miles away. It struck him directly in the chest with the ferocity of slaying prey in the wilderness.
Jiumozhi didn't expect that Song Xing's ordinary attack would be so ferocious that it was overwhelming and impossible to evade.
Jiumozhi's expression changed. He originally intended to use Wuxiang Jie's follow-up move, but before Song Xing's ferocious attack, he had no chance to make a move. He had to retreat quickly, using his body skills to the extreme to barely avoid it. Song Xing made this ghostly pounce.
One move missed, Song Xing's footsteps changed, and following Jiumozhi's retreating steps, his palms changed again. Originally a capture from top to bottom, the palms changed into fists, and the twelve stirrups in the red fist were extremely powerful. It hit Jiumozhi's blocking arm.
boom!
A whirlwind seemed to be blowing inside the small Qinyun building, and the belated explosion in the air rang in everyone's ears.
"Oops!"
The moment he blocked Song Xing's punch, Jiumozhi was shocked, and then a terrifying explosive force came from his arm, smashing his protective energy and knocking him back a few steps.
Song Xing was unyielding, and with the sound of his muscles and bones, his whole body's momentum surged. As he punched, the air in front of him felt like it was being exploded, and he hit Jiumozhi again.
Jiumozhi's body stagnated for a moment, then he gathered his flaming sword energy and waved his palms at Song Xing repeatedly. Seven invisible sword energy struck Song Xing's fist.
After cultivating the flaming sword to the extreme, he can instantly cut out nine invisible sword powers to injure the enemy. Although Jiumozhi only cultivated seven sword powers, he was already invincible in sweeping across Tubo.
Facing the power of the flaming knife, Song Xing's fist, which was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly, accelerated again. The terrifying power burst out from Song Xing's fist, instantly destroying the first six sword powers.
Then, without waiting for Jiumozhi to change his moves, he made a move to wrap his sleeves and thump his hands to dissipate the last sword energy. Song Xing's extremely powerful body, withstanding the scattered sword energy, rushed to Jiumozhi and raised his hand to strike down.
The saint appears in the clouds, and the diamond breaks his arm!
Jiumozhi, who stretched out his arms to block Song Xing's sudden blow, suddenly turned pale and his body swayed, but he held back and looked at Song Xing with a hint of fear in his eyes.
Seeing that Song Xing was about to take action again, Jiumozhi suddenly clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "The donor has done a good job. The monk lost. In the past, I underestimated the heroes of the world. I didn't expect that there is such an extraordinary person as the donor in the land south of the Yangtze River."
"The young monk has accomplished martial arts at the age of 30. With his flaming sword, he swept across Tubo. With his martial arts skills, looking at the world, there are only a few people who can match him. Today, we know that there are people outside the world. Since he accidentally lost a move, the young monk is willing to admit defeat."
"Since Mr. Murong is not dead, Mr. Duan naturally does not need to sacrifice. Now I leave it to you. Your martial arts skills are rare in this world. I hope to have the opportunity to fight with you again in the future."
After Jiumozhi finished speaking, without waiting for Song Xing's response, he clasped his hands and bowed again. With a smile on his face, he nodded to everyone present like an eminent monk. Ignoring Song Xing's slightly mocking eyes, he walked slowly out of Shenhe Village and left.
"Although this great monk has a domineering style, he can still afford to lose."
Jiumozhi's demeanor before leaving made everyone present except Song Xing slightly change their impression of Jiumozhi.
Several people did not see it. After Jiumozhi slowly walked out of the gate of Shenhe Village, his face suddenly turned pale. He could no longer suppress it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell on the ground in front of him.
The originally solemn face of the Prime Minister showed a thoughtful look: "Such a profound internal strength. Even at such a young age, his internal strength is even higher than that of Duan Xiaozi. It is simply terrifying."
"Fortunately, Lord Buddha, I reacted quickly and didn't let him see through it," Jiumozhi thought to himself, "No, I can't stay near Shenhe Village anymore. I need to find a place to heal my injuries first, and then look for opportunities to enter Huanshi Water Pavilion. This person's martial arts is too high. Just be smart."
Thinking of this, Jiumozhi's originally depressed mood became excited again. He swept up a handful of dust under his feet, covering up the blood on the ground. He raised his eyes to choose a direction, and disappeared in a few flashes.
In Shenhe Manor, Duan Yu saw that Jiumozhi finally left and he was saved. He was overjoyed and stepped forward to thank Song Xing. Song Xing said that as a head catcher, he naturally couldn't bear to see anyone committing murder in front of him.
Song Xing then said to Cui Guo and the other two: "Two of you, according to the information from the Six Sects, Murong Fu did not leave Gusu when Head Ke was killed, so the person who killed Head Ke was most likely Murong Bo. "
Cui Guo and his two men came to Shenhe Village to seek revenge with a certain death intention. Unexpectedly, things took many twists and turns. Before the real owner could be found, they encountered Murong Bo's conspiracy to commit suicide.
Song Xing said: "Murong Bo committed a murder. Liumen will naturally issue arrest warrants for him. I also ask you two to follow me back to Liumen to bear witness."
Cui Baiquan was a little flattered when he saw Song Xing being so polite. He was really shocked by his world-shattering kung fu, and he quickly nodded in agreement.
So Song Xing ordered Wu Su to take Bao BuTong and Gong Yeqian back to Liumen and release them after Murong Fu proves his innocence.
As for Duan Yu, after he gained his freedom, he seemed to be afraid that the Song Dynasty officials would find out his identity and send him back, so he stayed in Shenhe Village on an excuse.
Song Xing did not force himself and took the others with him and returned to Gusu by boat.
Just after leaving Taihu Lake, he met someone coming from Liumenmen, saying that Lu Huiqing had urgently summoned him back to Suzhou to discuss important matters.
