I, Ding Xiu, am the number one killer of Gu Long Martial Arts!

Chapter 381 Book Saint, Sword Saint!
On the five-color sailboat, in the reception hall, everyone was silent for a while when they heard Ling'er's words. But only for a moment, they suddenly saw a burly man walking out of the crowd and said in a deep voice: "Since you are humble, I will go first with the Hengzhou Iron Golden Sword." Ask the Marquis for advice."

"It turns out to be the Crouching Tiger Iron Hero of Hengzhou."

Ling'er glanced at the precious sword slung at the waist, decorated with pearls and jade, and said with a smile: "When you were young, you single-handedly killed seventeen bandits from Sichuan and Hubei with this golden sword, and became famous in the world. In recent years, your reputation has become even greater, but... Now that I have achieved success and fame, I wonder if there is anything else I need to ask of my Lord Marquis?"

"This"

Tie Jin Dao seemed a little embarrassed. Seeing this, Ling'er quickly reminded with a smile: "You should know the rules of my Marquis. Give a gift and make a request. If the Marquis accepts the gift, he will definitely help you solve the problem." .”

"Know, know."

In response to the sound, Iron Gold Knife quickly took out a small rosewood box, opened it, and held it in both hands.

Everyone thought that there must be a rare treasure in his box, but they didn't expect that there were only a few scriptures in the wooden box, and the pages were withered and yellow.

Tie Jin Dao held the wooden box above his head with both hands and said respectfully: "This is the authentic Buddhist scripture of Wang Xizhi's Pinglin. It is a tribute from the younger generation to the Marquis. Please accept it."

The authentic work of calligrapher Wang Xizhi? !

Hearing the words of the iron golden sword, many knowledgeable people among the people present couldn't help but look surprised. Obviously, they all knew clearly that Wang Xizhi's calligraphy treasure was rare throughout the ages and was truly a priceless treasure.

But Zi Yihou didn't seem to be interested in this calligraphy, and after a while there was no response. Just when Tie Jin Dao was about to be disappointed, he suddenly heard a voice: "Wang Xizhi's authentic handwriting is very rare, so let's Can I take a look?"

"Um?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound. The speaker was none other than Ding Xiu. Unfortunately, despite the large number of guests present, no one recognized Ding Xiu.

However, this did not prevent them from guessing the identity of Ding Xiu. He was a man who had boarded the ship before they arrived, and seemed to be well received by the Purple Cloth Marquis. Anyone who was not a fool could guess it. Ding Xiu's identity must be very important. not simple.

Facing everyone's surprised looks, Ding Xiu didn't seem to care at all. The only thing that made him care about now was Wang Xizhi's handwritten Buddhist scriptures.

The reputation of the sage of calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, is not insignificant. However, very few of his authentic works have been passed down to the world, so they have become increasingly precious. Famous scholars, ministers, ministers, and even the families of emperors in the past dynasties all sought Wang Xizhi's authentic works but could not obtain them.

The most famous story is that Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, used a secret trick to defraud the "Lanting Preface" from the monk Bancai. As a result, the monk Bancai was depressed, and in the end he was angry to death. This can be seen from this.

Although Ding Xiu has traveled through many worlds, Wang Xizhi's authentic calligraphy works are rarely seen. Now that the calligraphy works are automatically delivered to him, he has no reason not to look at them.

Seeing this, Marquis Ziyi hurriedly smiled and said: "Since Brother Ding is interested in Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, I will simply come to borrow flowers and offer them to the Buddha today." As he spoke, he turned to wave and said: "Ling'er, go and bring Wang Xizhi's handwritten Buddhist scriptures." Take it and present it to Brother Ding for his appreciation."

"Yes!"

Without any hesitation, Ling'er respectfully accepted the order and took the rosewood box from the iron-gold sword's hand.

When Tie Jin Dao saw this, he couldn't help but look overjoyed, because, according to past rules, since Ziyi Hou accepted his gift, it meant that he would agree to his request!

In a daze, Ling'er respectfully placed the rosewood box in front of Ding Xiu's desk, bowed and said, "Sir, Wang Xizhi's handwriting is here, please accept it."

"what!"

Ding Xiu couldn't help but smile brightly and said: "Thank you for your kindness, so Ding would be disrespectful."

"where."

Zi Yihou said quickly: "Although Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is precious, how can it compare to Brother Ding's devotion to my daughter? So Brother Ding doesn't have to be polite to me!"

"You said so, what else can I do!"

Ding Xiu nodded, and then opened the scripture book in the rosewood box. He ignored the many guests present and started to appreciate it by himself. Unlike those calligraphers, Ding Xiu saw the trend of Wang Xizhi's brushwork and wanted to learn from the eight methods of Yongzi. In this way, he realized the wonderful realm of martial arts that ordinary people could not imagine.

"This"

Everyone present was shocked by this. Everyone couldn't help secretly guessing Brother Ding's identity. This young man looked young and had no signs of being a martial arts master, but hearing the tone of Zi Yihou's words , actually discussing friendship with this person's peers? Moreover, there was a lot of reverence and flattery in his words. I have to say, this is really unbelievable.

Take the Iron Golden Sword as an example. In terms of age, it is actually twenty or thirty years older than Ziyihou. However, in front of Ziyihou, he can only respectfully call himself a junior. How can Ding Xiu be so virtuous? Can you get such courtesy? !
Not just ordinary martial arts people, but even the Dharma King Jiaxing, who was like a clay Buddha from beginning to end, could not help but glance up at Ding Xiu at this moment, but unfortunately, his Buddhist magical powers have not yet been able to be used. It can help him see the depth of Ding Xiu, let alone others.

As an insider on the five-color sailboat, Ling'er didn't say much. She just looked at the iron-gold sword and said, "Now that you have accepted the gift, if you have any difficulties, just tell me!"

Hearing the words, Tie Jin Dao's face showed joy, and he quickly bowed and said: "As you command!" Then he thought for a moment, and then continued: "More than seventy years ago, I, the Crouching Tiger Dao in Huangzhou, and Xinyang Panlong Hook A martial arts school emerged at the same time. At that time, it was said that 'the crouching tiger bestows the dragon, the sword and the hook rule the lord', which can be regarded as majestic and arrogant, but..."

Before he could finish his words, Ling'er suddenly laughed and said: "Hero Iron Man, the simpler you say it, the better. Don't brag."

Tie Jindao's cheeks were slightly red, and after coughing, he continued: "For decades, our two sects have called each other brothers, and our relationship has been extremely close. Who would have thought that since Han Yigou took over the Chang Panlong sect in the 17th year, The situation suddenly changed. Han Yigou claimed that Panlong should be above Crouching Tiger in the ranking. He asked me to wait for an apology and change, otherwise he would have to duel with me regularly. He wanted everyone in the world of martial arts to see whether he should be lying under Crouching Tiger. Should the tiger take the lead, or should the dragon take the lead?"

"what!"

Hearing this, before Ling'er opened her mouth, the little princess beside Ding Xiu couldn't help but chuckled: "It's really weird. Could it be that if the name takes precedence, you can gain more weight?"

"This"

Seeing that the person speaking was a little girl who didn't know much about the world, Tie Jindao was a little embarrassed, but thinking about the purpose of his trip, he still sighed and said: "Although what this little girl said is true, her tone... alas, Tie Jin Dao But he couldn't bear it anymore, so he went to find a place to duel outside Xinyang City. Naturally, many people from the rivers and lakes heard about it and came to watch the excitement. Who knew that after the first battle, they were only competing on the 720th move and were defeated by him? Wounded by a hook."

"So that's it." The little princess is so smart. She listened to the words in her ears. She reacted in an instant and couldn't help laughing: "It seems that you are not convinced by the defeat? So you want to fight again the next year?"

"Ugh"

Tie Jin Dao sighed: "Young girl guessed right. The next year, I recovered from my injury and dueled him again on the same spot. That time the situation was even more lively. I fought Baili with him hard, but I saw that I had the upper hand. But After more than 700 moves, Han Yigoutu used that hook again. The move was exactly the same as the previous one, but he still couldn't resist it. He was injured by this hook again and was defeated. .”

The little princess said: "Then you are so dissatisfied with the loss that you want to ask him to fight again in the third year?"

Tie Jin Dao sighed: "Although I have good intentions, I was injured more seriously this time. I won't be able to fight him again until the fifth year, but after the battle, alas..."

The little princess asked in surprise: "Is it possible that you lost again?"

Being asked so directly by a teenage girl, Tie Jindao's face was filled with shame, sadness and anger. He couldn't help but look up to the sky and sighed: "Yes, not only was I defeated again, but I was also defeated by his one move." !”

"Ah?! This."

This time, not only the little princess, but also Ling'er and others could not help but look surprised. Then, the little princess said with a strange face: "With your martial arts and experience, you were defeated three times in a row with the same move. Logically speaking, when you lose the first time, you should study his move carefully, and even if you can't break the move the second time, you should be careful and guard against it!"

Tie Jin Dao smiled bitterly and said: "I am not a stupid person. How could I not know this? I will tell you the truth. As early as the first defeat, I had already studied that move carefully. By the time of the third duel, I even invited more than ten fellow experts to come and see it together. After I recovered from my third injury, I studied it with these ten friends. Even though I gathered the intelligence of more than ten people, I couldn't spot his move. Even if there is no flaw, it is impossible to guess what changes will follow this move. Therefore, during a martial arts competition, as long as this move is used, the victory or defeat will be determined on the field!"

When the little princess heard this, she was stunned for a moment.

Fortunately, Ling'er picked up the conversation in time and said with a smile: "I understand. You have been studying for many years, but you still can't do anything about that weird trick. That's why you came to ask my Lord Marquis for help."

"The girl is absolutely right!"

While speaking, Tie Jin Dao had already pulled out the golden sword from his waist, and said in a deep voice: "Although this move cannot be broken, it can be demonstrated in various ways. So I will use the sword as a hook and ask the Marquis for advice." After saying that, he turned around and stabbed straight out with his sword.

The blade of the sword was shining with golden light, like thousands of layers of golden scales flashing. At this moment, the sword was stabbed out, and the whole cabin was filled with golden sword light, which was so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look directly at it.

Some people looked at the sword with surprise on their faces, some looked at it with blank eyes, as if they were extremely disdainful, and some, like Dharma King Jiaxing, didn't even raise their eyelids.

As for Ding Xiu, I'm sorry, the excitement of this sword is not as interesting as Wang Xizhi's words.

You must know that Wang Xizhi is known as the Saint of Calligraphy, and he is already extraordinary in calligraphy. This state is comparable to the wonderful realm of heaven and man in martial arts practice, and is even better. How can ordinary people compare it?

During the drill in the field, the sword light rotated, and suddenly it was retracted. The iron gold sword pointed its blade downward, and he cupped his fists and bowed to the Ziyi Hou again: "Please give me your advice, Lord Hou."

Zi Yihou felt that the handwritten letter from Wang Xizhi that he sent had made Ding Xiu happy. At this moment, Aiwu Jiwu responded immediately: "This move is called Qiankun Beitian Shi, which is a transformation from ancient swordsmanship. Although It's not bad, but it's definitely not flawless. Zhu'er, you've learned the sword technique and the hook technique, and you've got Brother Ding's guidance, so it's up to you to teach him."

"Yes!"

Zhu'er, who was waiting on the side, heard the words and stepped forward quickly.

When Tie Jin Dao heard Zi Yihou tell him the origin of the name of this move, he couldn't help but be surprised and admired. But now that he wanted a weak-looking girl to teach him martial arts, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He also had some doubts and thought to himself: "I have asked many famous heroes in the Central Plains martial arts for advice on this trick, but no one can crack it. Is it possible that even the little girl on this five-color sailboat has such a great ability?"

Zhu'er looked at his face and knew what he was thinking, so she didn't explain it. She just smiled, stretched out her hand and gently pulled his arm, and said: "Come with me!" After being pulled out by her, I realized that although the little girl in front of me seemed weak, she possessed unpredictable martial arts skills!
Then dozens of people came out one after another, offered their prayers and expressed their intentions. Regarding the troubles they encountered, Zi Yihou solved them one by one with just a few words.

However, there are not without exceptions. For example, several envoys from Dawan were ordered by the King of Dawan to invite Marquis Ziyi to Dawan to assume the position of national master. They were reprimanded mercilessly by him.

Cyrus, a Persian, was ordered by the Parthian King to come to see the Purple-clothed Marquis. Unfortunately, after only saying a few words, another 'Cyrus' with yellow hair and white robes appeared.

This person was disguised by Shui Tianji, and the two were noisy, putting on a good show of a real and fake ambassador. Unfortunately, Shui Tianji was already known for being difficult to deal with in the world, so how could Cyrus be hers? opponent? However, in just a short moment, Cyrus was knocked down by Shuitianji and pushed into the corner.

At this time, Mr. Mulang came out, opened a bag first, and immediately the whole hall was filled with light, and said: "I am Mr. Mulang, from the Eastern Qingmu Palace, my father is King Mu."

"All right."

Zi Yihou seemed to be a little impatient, so he waved his hand to interrupt and said slowly: "There is no need to memorize the family tree, I know your origins clearly."

Mr. Mulang said: "My father was accidentally injured by the demon girl of White Water Palace a few days ago. His whole body is full of ulcers, and his magical power is about to dissipate. In the world, only the great wind ointment hidden by the noble lord can cure this injury, so I have come all the way here." , I have brought the treasures of our palace, and I just ask you to give me some elixirs."

"No, no, no!"

Shui Tianji came to disrupt the situation, so before Zi Yihou could speak, she started shouting loudly: "As the saying goes: things have priorities, people come first, then they arrive. Our requests come first, and your honorable lord must listen to us first." Ask for it and decide whether to agree or not, so that others can come.”

Mr. Mulang said angrily: "My father is seriously injured and his life is at stake. How can we not be anxious?"

Unexpectedly, Shui Tianji said leisurely: "But I see that you are not anxious, and I am afraid that this life-threatening statement is probably a lie."

"you"

When Mr. Mulang heard this, he was immediately furious, because Shui Tianji's words really stung him. Due to his practice of dead wood magic, his skin was like wood. Even though he was anxious and angry in his heart, he couldn't express it on his face. No expression at all.

The quarrel between the two attracted everyone to watch, and Ding Xiu was inevitably disturbed. He put down the Wang Xizhi calligraphy treasure in his hand and asked the Marquis of Ziyi: "I saw it in your Sutra Pavilion, and wrote a letter to the martial arts in this world, no matter what. Of both the black and white paths, the Five Elements Demonic Palace is the most feared, and the secrets of the Five Elements Demonic Palace are even more weird and powerful, unpredictable, can people kill people invisibly, I don’t know if this is true or not?”

(End of this chapter)