Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Jiumozhi didn't want to stay with the guy in front of him for a moment, who looked noble but was actually very sinister. He was about to stand up and leave when Murong Fu said, "Master, why are you leaving in such a hurry? There is one more thing that needs to be discussed with the master." ."

Jiumozhi froze on the spot and forced a smile: "Master Murong, if you want anything, please give me your instructions."

How can Jiumozhi today still look half as aggressive as he did when he led Duan Yu to Shenhe Village?He just looked like he had no temper and was just letting himself be manipulated.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Master, don't be nervous, good thing, good thing!"

"If I read it correctly that day, the master should have practiced the Taoist secret skill "Little Wuxiang Gong", right?"

Jiumozhi's expression froze for a moment, and then he forced a smile: "What is the "Small Wuxiang Kung"? The poor monk has never heard of this secret skill. I wonder where Master Murong learned about it?"

Seeing that Jiumozhi was still tough-talking, Murong Fu did not engage in a boring argument. He smiled calmly, stretched out his hand, and an invisible force lifted up a small wine cup. Then Murong Fu threw it casually, and there was a "crack" sound, like a thunderbolt. To his surprise, the wine glass was deeply embedded in a nearby earthen wall, but the fragile porcelain cup was unscathed without even a crack.The wall and the cup fit tightly together, with no space between them, as if the two were born as one.

Such precise power control can be said to be the ultimate control of Yin and Yang power. Jiumozhi's eyes suddenly condensed, and he asked himself that with his considerable martial arts talent, it would take another 20 years to achieve this point. Hard work is not acceptable.

"I didn't expect that in just a few months, Murong Fu's martial arts would improve greatly."

Jiumozhi felt uneasy in his heart, not knowing what the other party meant by his sudden display of his hand.

Murong Fu did not answer, but changed his gestures. He clasped his index finger and thumb on his right hand, opened the other three fingers, and tapped the hole made in the cup three times. There was a soft "click" sound, and the wine cup lightly It was gently peeled off the wall, fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces.

Jiumozhi was shocked: "Pick your fingers?"

Murong Fu sneered and said: "Master, why do you need to show off? You should know very well that this is not finger-twisting. It is a small formless skill."

Before Jiumozhi could continue to quibble, Murong Fu said slowly and authentically: "That day at Tianlong Temple, the master performed three Shaolin fingering stunts in succession. At that time, I thought it was strange that Shaolin's 72 stunts, even for the most talented monks in Shaolin, never entered It takes at least 40 years of hard work to master a discipline. Even if the master is extremely talented, how can he master so many Shaolin stunts to this level while studying the flame knife of his own martial arts?"

Murong Fu surrounded Jiumozhi, walked slowly and slowly, and said unhurriedly: "This question has been bothering me until my uncle gave me the answer!"

"Master is so blessed that he was able to learn the "Small Wuxiang Kung" and other self-protective and life-saving skills from our uncle. It's amazing, Master."

Jiumozhi remained silent.

"However, the master has not fully practiced the "Little Wuxiang Gong". On the surface, the "Little Wuxiang Gong" can allow the master to quickly master the secrets of Shaolin stunts. In fact, when facing the enemy of life and death, the master still We can only rely on our flaming sword to face the enemy, am I right?"

Jiumozhi chanted the Buddha's name: "Mr. Murong, if you have anything to say, please just say it! There is no need to be arrogant."

"If "Little Wuxiang Kung Fu" is really so worthless, how come my uncle can escape with his life repeatedly over the years even though his skill is far inferior to that of my uncle? Of course, this is not something that the master can know. Already." Jiumozhi's eyes flashed with light.

"The master traveled from Tubo to Dali, traveled throughout China, and visited famous mountains and temples, not only to promote Buddhism, but more importantly to suppress fellow Buddhists. Am I right?"

Jiumozhi said: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Murong Fu returned to his seat and sat down: "It's very simple. There is such a temple in the Central Plains, and I don't have much to deal with. I want to use the master's hand to destroy his majesty. From now on, there will be no more Taishan Beidou in the Central Plains martial arts world." ."

Jiumozhi hesitated: "Shaolin?"

"Exactly!"

Just as Jiumozhi was about to speak, Murong Fu said: "With the little "Xiao Wu Xiang Kung Fu" mastered by Master, it is still not enough to smash the sign of Shaolin Temple. But if I can give Master the complete "Xiao Wu Xiang Kung Fu", Master What to do?"

After hearing this, Jiumozhi's eyes instantly became hot: He has spent a lot of time studying Xiaowuxiang Gong. It can be said that it is the fragments of Xiaowuxiang Gong that have made him the master he is today.However, what made him regretful was that although he had been painstakingly trying to complete the Small Wuxiang Gong over the years, he had been unable to do anything.

"If Mr. Murong is generous and willing to give the complete Xiao Wuxiang Gong to the young monk, in the future, if the young master wants anything, as long as Tubo can do it, the young monk will definitely do his best for the young master!"

Murong Fu laughed: "Master is so refreshing! What I want is this promise from Master!"

After saying that, Murong Fu took out a set of books from his sleeves and placed them on the table.There are nine books in total, and the covers are all wrapped in apricot-yellow silk. On them are the large characters "Xiao Wuxiang" written in ancient style.

"Master, please!"

Jiumozhi was so happy that he grabbed one of the books and couldn't wait to open it. He flipped through it quickly, and then went to another one. He read all nine books in just a cup of tea, and then Unable to suppress the ecstasy in his heart any longer, he laughed loudly and said: "It is indeed the complete Little Phaseless Kung Fu, it is indeed, hahahaha!"

Jiumozhi couldn't wait and carefully stuffed the book into his sleeve, then saluted and said: "Thank you, young monk, Master Murong for the generous gift. I will definitely be richly rewarded one day!"

Murong Fu smiled slightly, struck at the right time and said: "Master, as the master of the Tubo Kingdom, what he said is naturally true to his word. But one thing that needs to be reminded, master, is that my uncle has practiced this secret skill for so many years. His martial arts cultivation is still far inferior to that of my uncle."

After Jiumozhi heard this, he was shocked in his heart: For a moment, he really thought that once he took a further step with the complete Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu, then the empty promises would be dispensable. How can a dignified Tubo Imperial Master be controlled by others?
Yes, Li Qiushui has been studying this martial arts for decades, isn't he still inferior to the little girl who calls herself grandma?

"With this martial arts, the master will definitely be even more powerful when he goes to Shaolin to lecture on scriptures and Dharma in the future. But let's not care about the future for now. There is something that needs the master to return to Tubo and help me handle it."