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Chapter 88 Wu Yazi

No wonder Su Xinghe would break his original vow and take the initiative to speak.

Just because of the name Li Qiu Shui, he is the uncle of our sect. Together with another uncle who has been away in the Western Regions for many years without returning, and his mentor, he is a figure of the previous generation of the Xiaoyao sect.

Su Xinghe had also heard a little about the love and hatred between the three of them, especially his uncle, who was related to his master Wu Yazi being knocked off a cliff.

Su Xinghe was well aware of this matter, but due to the good reputation of the Xiaoyao Sect, he had always kept it secret and never disclosed it to the outside world.

Now that Su Xinghe heard that the world-famous "Gusu Murong Clan" came to visit, and that he was actually related to his Uncle Li, Su Xinghe couldn't help but feel shocked.

"A year ago, I was indebted to your sect, Li Qiu Shui, for passing on his martial arts. Now that I have succeeded, I am here to help your sect eliminate the traitor Ding Chunqiu!"

Seeing Su Xinghe staring closely at him, Murong Fu said slowly.

"The grace of passing on the merits?"

Hearing this, Su Xinghe's eyes were blank, but he felt more and more that this matter was really unbelievable.

It should be noted that on that day, his uncle Li had an affair with his rebellious disciple Ding Chunqiu, and the two of them joined forces to knock his mentor off the cliff. Fortunately, he appeared in time and saved his mentor.

Now more than twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. He was forced to pretend to be deaf and mute just to avoid attracting the evil thief Ding Chunqiu. Unexpectedly, today he would meet someone who was related to his Uncle Li...

It wouldn't matter if it was someone else, but this person turned out to be the descendant of the "Gusu Murong Family".

Thinking of this, Su Xinghe's eyes fell on Murong Fu.

I saw Murong Fu, who was only in his early twenties. He was wearing a light yellow green shirt, holding a folding fan and standing there. His appearance was extremely handsome, free and easy.

Even judging from the strict entrance requirements of the Xiaoyao Sect, the young master Murong in front of him fully meets the requirements of his mentor for accepting a disciple, and he can be called a handsome man.

Just thinking about his Uncle Li's hobby of raising "male pets", Su Xinghe's eyes suddenly turned strange.

"I wonder who Master Murong met here?" Su Xinghe asked after a moment of silence.

"It seems that Mr. Congbian misunderstood. I didn't meet that Li Qiu Shui. I just happened to accidentally get what she left behind in a cave!"

Seeing the strange look in Su Xinghe's eyes, he immediately understood what Mr. Smart Bian had misunderstood. Murong Fu couldn't help but shook his head and explained.

"This Young Master Murong has learned the Beiming Divine Art!"

Seeing that Murong Fu still didn't take the initiative to reveal the matter, Xue Muhua couldn't help but speak.

"Beiming Divine Art?"

Hearing this, Su Xinghe couldn't help but tremble violently, and his expression changed drastically.

"This Young Master Murong has learned the Beiming Divine Art, and this junior has experienced it personally!" Xue Muhua replied hurriedly and respectfully.

When Su Xinghe heard this, his eyes turned and then fell on Murong Fu.

"Not bad!" Murong Fu nodded and replied.

When Su Xinghe saw Murong Fu nodding in confirmation, his face suddenly looked filled with joy and admiration, but also anxiety and worry, and his two long eyebrows kept moving up and down.

"I wonder where Mr. Murong met that person's belongings?"

Seeing Xue Muhua confirming and seeing Murong Fu nodding to confirm, Su Xinghe was mostly convinced, but for the sake of caution, he still asked.

Murong Fu said: "Dali Wuliang Mountain!"

Hearing this, Su Xinghe's cloudy eyes couldn't help but shine brightly. As Wu Yazi's eldest disciple, Su Xinghe naturally knew about the past when his mentor and Uncle Li lived together in seclusion in Dali.

Now when I heard Murong Fu mention Dali, it certainly didn't seem like he was lying.

"Mu Hua, you did a great job!"

Su Xinghe suddenly looked at Xue Muhua, who was kneeling beside him, and praised with a rare smile.

"This is what younger brothers and juniors should do!"

Hearing his mentor's praise, Xue Muhua couldn't help but look excited.

"Master Murong, please wait here for a moment!"

Seeing that he had been sitting here for more than twenty years and gained nothing, but today, thanks to the kindness of his Master Li, he had an unexpected gain, Su Xinghe naturally couldn't help but have mixed feelings for a moment, and a moment later he saw him speaking seriously.

Whether it was his Master Uncle Li or Beiming Shen Gong, he could no longer make the decision alone. Naturally, he had to go into the cave to report to his mentor!
  "it is good!"

Understanding where Su Xinghe was going, Murong Fu nodded with a smile.

After about a cup of tea, I saw Su Xinghe standing outside the three-piece wooden house, extending his hand to greet the guests and saying: "Mr. Murong, please come in!"

The three wooden houses in front of him were so strangely constructed that they had no doors. Murong Fu didn't care at all. He just smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and pushed it gently. He heard a crisp "click" sound, and the panel door in front of him fell down. Revealing an entrance that can accommodate one person.

When Su Xinghe saw him pushing open the door and entering in one go, he couldn't help but flash his eyes. This method seemed inconspicuous, but in fact, it contained a superb insider's method.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see that Murong Fu had just made one move, and with the movement of his hand, he could open the door in front of him with his deep inner energy.

And looking at the way he was doing it with ease, it was clear that he didn't use all his strength.

No wonder he would claim to be successful now. It should be noted that at his age, Su Xinghe thought that he had not yet had such profound cultivation.

After he entered the wooden house, Murong Fu realized that there were no doors or windows, and the house was empty with nothing. However, Murong Fu seemed not to be surprised, and his expression was as usual. Instead, he took the initiative to say: "The junior Murong Fu, I have seen this before. Senior Wu Yazi!"

I heard an old, deep voice coming through the wall: "Do you know me?"

Murong Fu said: "This junior once accidentally entered a cave in Wuliang Mountain in Dali!"

Hearing this, the old voice remained silent for a long time, as if the three words Wuliangshan had great magic power.

"I see!"

After a long time, I heard the old voice.

"Now that you're here, come in!"

After a while, I heard the old voice again.

After hearing this, Murong Fu smiled slightly and stepped in. There was another empty room in front of him, but there was a person sitting in the air. “I’ve met my seniors!”

Murong Fu bowed his head slightly, and at the same time looked at the figure who seemed to be sitting in the air. He saw that he had a beard three feet long, not a hair gray, his face was like a crown jade, and there were no wrinkles at all. He was obviously not young yet, but he still looked energetic. Flying and elegant.

Seeing that Wu Yazi was old and frail, but still as charming as before, Murong Fu finally understood why Tianshan Tonglao and Li Qiushui fell in love with him.

As for why he seemed to be sitting in mid-air, it was because there was a black rope tied to Wu Yazi's body, and the other end of the rope was connected to the beam, hanging him in the air. Just because the wall behind him is dark in color and the rope is also black. The two blacks are stacked on top of each other, so the rope cannot be seen. At a glance, it looks like he is sitting in the sky.

What a handsome young man!

Looking at Murong Fu who was wearing a light yellow green shirt in front of him, Wu Yazi, who had been trapped in this place for more than twenty years, couldn't help but feel his eyes light up.

"I wonder what I call you, young master?"

Seeing Murong Fu's face and extraordinary appearance, Wu Yazi's tone suddenly softened.

"This junior's surname is Murong, and his single name is a compound word!" Murong Fu replied with a smile.

"What is your relationship with the Murong family in Gusu, Jiangnan?"

Upon hearing the name Murong Fu, Wu Yazi's expression changed slightly.

Murong Fu replied: "Murong Longcheng is the ancestor of our family!"

"It turns out he is a descendant of the Murong family in Gusu!"

Seeing Murong Fu's admission, Wu Yazi couldn't help but look solemn.

People in the Xiaoyao Sect have always had high self-esteem, whether it is Wu Yazi, the leader, or Xue Muhua, a third-generation disciple, and others, most of them are like this.

In their eyes, there is no sect worthy of attention in this world.

The Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains is one of the few exceptions, and the Murong clan in Gusu far away in the south of the Yangtze River is another exception.

Most of the third-generation disciples like Xue Muhua only know that the "Gusu Murong family" has a resounding name, but they don't know that the Murong family has a long inheritance, which has continued since their ancestor Murong Longcheng.

In the past, the ancestor of the Murong family, Murong Longcheng, was famous far and wide and was unrivaled in the world. Wu Yazi had also heard his mentor talk about the reputation of the ancestor of the Murong family earlier.

Therefore, after hearing about Murong Fu's origin, he couldn't help but look solemn.

"I heard that Mr. Murong obtained Qiu...Qiu Shui's martial arts. Is this true?"

Wu Yazi looked at the chic and elegant Murong Fu in front of him and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The hidden concern in his heart also disappeared at this moment.

"Yes, I owe you the favor of Senior Qiu Shui. Now that I have succeeded, I want to abide by the agreement and help your sect eliminate the traitor Ding Chunqiu!"

Murong Fu replied slowly.

"Have you really mastered the Beiming Divine Art?"

Hearing this, Wu Yazi looked slightly shocked.

"Young man, I succeeded by luck!" Murong Fu said with a smile.

"Beiming Divine Skill is the supreme secret of my Xiaoyao sect. If others see these skills, they will definitely be addicted to the magic of attracting people's inner power and using it for me. But if they are obsessed with attracting other people's inner power, they will only end up using this skill. If your skills fall into the inferior category, you will also be in danger of death!"

Seeing that Murong Fu's eyes were clear and his breathing was long and he didn't seem to be in danger of going crazy, Wu Yazi slowly explained.

If the Beiming Divine Skill were known to outsiders, most of them would only indulge in the unearned pleasure of drawing people's inner energy for their own use.

And if you do this, in addition to going crazy, this Taoist technique will be completely reduced to inferior quality. This is the reason why members of the Xiaoyao sect rarely absorb the internal strength of outsiders.

Seeing that Murong Fu showed no signs of going crazy, Wu Yazi replied that Murong Fu had a tough mind and rarely used this method.

"Mr. Murong is indeed very kind-hearted!"

Wu Yazi couldn't help but sigh after understanding the temptation of Beiming Divine Art to ordinary people.

"Senior, that's great!"

When Murong Fu heard this, he rarely felt guilty.

It should be noted that if the jade pendant he carried with him had not resolved the crisis for him earlier, I am afraid that he would also have fallen into a state of madness and obsession.

"Mr. Murong, I wonder where your agreement came from?"

After complimenting him, Wu Yazi asked about the so-called agreement.

"By chance, I accidentally entered the Langhuan Jade Cave, and was taught by Senior Qiu Shui from afar. She later asked me to help your sect eliminate the traitor Ding Chunqiu!"

Murong Fu replied.

"Mr. Murong, I understand my junior sister's temper. She will never say such a thing. What exactly did she say? You'd better tell the truth..."

Hearing Murong Fu's obviously embellished words, Wu Yazi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The two had known each other for many years, so wouldn't he understand the temper of his junior sister? The love and hatred between the two had lasted for more than twenty years, and the indignation in their chests had faded over time. As for who was right? It no longer matters who is at fault!

Murong Fu said calmly: "She ordered me to kill all the Xiaoyao sect disciples in the world for her after I finish my studies!"

"My junior sister seems to still blame me!"

Hearing this, Wu Yazi shook his head slightly, but there was a faint smile of relief on the corner of his mouth.

Killing all the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect in the world, this sentence seemed to imply resentment, but in fact it revealed a faint sign of her admitting her mistake.

It's just that his junior sister has always been very strong in her life. She killed all the Xiaoyao sect disciples in the world. It is rare for her to bow her head and admit her mistakes.

Why do you say she admitted her mistake? Just because the killing of Xiaoyao sect disciples in the world included one person, his good disciple Ding Chunqiu!

"Mr. Murong, I wonder if you would like to join the Xiaoyao Sect?"

After understanding the whole story, Wu Yazi suddenly smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)