Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 167: Planted... planted?

Chu Xingui quickly stepped forward to excuse his disciple: "Uncle Master, please allow him to finish what he said."

Master Jiejie shook his sleeves and said, "Hmph!"

Chu Pingsheng said: "When I was staring at the portrait just now... I seemed to see the Patriarch walking towards me."

"That means your time is running out, and the Patriarch is here to pick you up."

I don't know which female disciple was taunting him outside the door.

Master Miejie glanced coldly, and the male and female disciples who were laughing at the door quickly shut their mouths.

Chu Pingsheng ignored them and continued: "The Patriarch wore a light yellow dress, with a heavenly sword hanging on her waist, and rode a green donkey around the mountain. The donkey's hooves were clattering, and the bells were tinkling. As she walked, she recited poems and chanted It's 'joys are joyful, parting is painful, there are even more idiotic children, you should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, only the shadow is going to.'"

The people next to him looked confused when they heard this, but Master Miejie's expression changed slightly, because this poem was written in the ancestor's notebook, and the ancestor's notebook, which records martial arts experience and life experiences, is only the head of Emei has the right to read. , Chu Pingsheng definitely has no chance to contact him, so what he just said...

Is it possible that the ancestor really has a spirit? Manifest to him?

Master Jingzhao turned back and glared at her: "You have no place to speak here."

After understanding each other's thoughts through this incident, the two parties hit it off immediately, and today's apprenticeship ceremony was held.

"Don't believe it? Haha, this is not only the secret of the Emei sect, but also the secret of the entire martial arts world. I believe that everyone has heard this saying, 'The supreme sword of the martial arts world slays the dragon, and no one in the world dares to disobey the command, and there is no one who can compete with the sky.' But, No one must know the secret of the Dragon-Slaying Knife. Is it possible to command the world with just one knife? Xie Xun has been hiding overseas for ten years, but he has never realized the ugly Yin Mao. But, he can’t. Out... I can."

Who would have thought that this kid would get bigger and bigger as he played, and that not only would he become Chu Xingui's direct disciple, but he would also want to get close to Patriarch Guo Xiang? The key is that she is dead, relics, relics, rumors are very strange, but I have not seen any monks in the temple use them in practical affairs. They all worship them and enshrine them, which plays a kind of role both internally and externally. Publicity effect.

"..."

Hu Fengying snorted coldly: "Master, don't be deceived by him."

Chu Xingui raised his brows slightly, not sure what he meant by secret. He started the school a year earlier than Master Jingxuan, so why had he never heard of the Emei Sect having secrets?

"..."

"Of course I can't accept it. After all, I am a Buddhist. I firmly believe that life and death are determined by fate, whether it is in heaven or not. But the founder insisted on giving it to me. She also said that I was her designated head of the next generation. His death will be a great loss to the Emei Sect.”

"Can't you believe it?" Chu Pingsheng chuckled: "The Patriarch has even entrusted the Emei Sect's biggest secret to me, the leader of another generation. Do you think you can't believe it?"

However, she agreed with her apprentice's thoughts on Chu Pingsheng's deception.

Facing everyone's doubts, Chu Pingsheng pointed to the smooth jade relic in the middle of the colorful Buddhist hall under the portrait and said: "Grandmaster Guo Xiang told me that this relic is the essence of her many years of practice. It has Wenyang Powder." Cold, the effect of invigorating qi and blood is even rarer than the inner elixir of rare and exotic beasts, and it can be used to suppress the cold poison of Xuanming Divine Palm."

What do you mean?
Everyone looked at each other.

No one said anything, and everyone was doubtful. After all, there were many strange things about him. He learned the nine postures of Jinding to practice Zen sounds, and he could learn the two swords of Mie and Jue after just one look...

"Ahem." Chu Pingsheng coughed lightly and said without shame, "She said she would give this to me, and it would not be too late to find a way to resolve the cold poison before returning."

Master Jingzhen and Master Jingzhao noticed the change in the leader's expression, and wondered if he had really been right?

The biggest secret of the Emei Sect?

"Master, what Chu Pingsheng said cannot be trusted."

But generally speaking, there are still many unbelievers, because even if Patriarch Guo Xiang really entrusted him with a dream, it couldn't have happened in broad daylight.

He is so shameless that he dares to covet the relics of his ancestor?
Even Chu Xingui and Sun Dacai, who had just accepted him as their disciples, looked at each other and wondered in their hearts whether they accepted him as their disciples because they trusted the descendants of the Condor Heroes, and whether the strategy of treating a dead horse as a live doctor was right or wrong.

Could he be targeting the ancestor's relics?
Fan Chong and Dong Zhao were also among the crowd outside. They remembered that Chu Pingsheng asked them to go to Chu Xingui to ask for Emei Nine Yang Kung a few days ago, and they had already guessed that it was a test by both parties - Chu Pingsheng wanted to hook up with Chu Xingui. Che, Chu Xingui wants to find a successor who can change the situation where male disciples become the vassals of female disciples.

There was an uproar.

Does he know the secret in the dragon-slaying knife?

His expression seemed genuine. "Chu Pingsheng, shut up!" Master Jue stepped forward and approached Chu Pingsheng, grabbing Chu Pingsheng's pulse gate.

Of course she couldn't let him reveal the secret of the Dragon-Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Sword. Just because of the first half of the sentence "The supreme sword of martial arts kills dragons, and no one dares to disobey the orders of the world", most Jianghu people focused their attention on the Dragon-Slaying Sword. , despised Yitian Sword.

If those people know that the Yitian Sword contains the "Nine Yin Manual" that turned the martial arts world of the Central Plains upside down a hundred years ago, the Emei Sect will have a good life in the future.

After all, compared to a military book, a martial arts secret book that is enough to become the best in the world is the first choice for a green forest hero.

Chu Pingsheng whispered: "Uncle Master, you don't want the secret of the "Nine Yin Manual" hidden in Yitian Sword to be known to the heroes of the world, right?"

Master Miejie said in a cold voice: "Chu Pingsheng, you can deceive others but you cannot deceive me. Did the descendants of the Condor Heroes tell you about this?"

She knew that the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword came from Yang Guo's Black Iron Heavy Sword. Considering the relationship between the descendants of the Condor Heroes and Chu Pingsheng, the secret that only the head of Emei could know was not so "secret."

Chu Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, thinking that this old nun's mind was quite fast, but...

He pointed to the pagoda where the relics were stored: "Uncle Master, did Patriarch Guo tell me this, or was someone else told me? Patriarch Guo's relics will tell you the answer."

His confident look was too confusing for Master Mie.

Can the relic talk?

"Minjun, go and take out Patriarch Guo's relics."

"Yes, Master." Ding Minjun glanced at Chu Pingsheng. He didn't know what trick he was playing, but he still walked to the altar obediently and reached out to pick up the relics.

Master Jiejie warned: "Be careful."

She nodded, carefully opened the pagoda, took out the relics placed inside, and walked to Chu Pingsheng holding the yellow silk.

Master Jingfeng rolled up the rosary beads on her wrists and said with a sneer, "Come on, let me see what tricks you can do."

Chu Pingsheng didn't pay attention to her words. He picked up the white relic the size of a fingernail in the middle of the yellow silk and held it in his palm.

After three breaths, a faint light overflowed, and then became brighter and brighter. Ding Minjun, who was nearest, even felt a little dazzling.

This is a relic, not a night pearl. How did he do it?
Master Jingzhao didn’t understand very much. According to the classics, there were precedents for relics to shine, but there were preconditions, such as Buddhist gatherings or eminent monks attaining enlightenment in the temple. Patriarch Guo’s relics were enshrined in There have been no visions in the Patriarch Hall for many years. Now that Chu Pingsheng has arrived, the ancestors entrusted him with a dream, and then visions arose. It is difficult not to believe his words.

Master Miejie still didn't believe it and picked up the relic in his hand.

The light suddenly faded, and the relic fell silent. No matter how she exerted her power, there was no reaction at all.

Strange.

Could it be that... everything Chu Pingsheng said is true? Was it really Patriarch Guo Xiang who entrusted him with a dream?
Just as she was thinking about it, she felt a tightness in her heart, tilted her head to the side, held her belly and retched.

"Master, are you okay?"

Master Jingzhao and others rushed to her side to ask about the situation. The young disciples outside the door also looked worried.

Even with the power of the exterminator Shitai, he could not suppress the discomfort. One can imagine the severity of this sudden internal injury.

Unlike these people, Chu Pingsheng's expression was very complicated, and the corners of his mouth were twitching.

No way, no way, no way...

But counting the time, it’s almost time to react.

Damn it, I traveled all over the world, and some of the first children actually died of extinction?

(End of this chapter)