Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 308: Shocked, Monk Kongxu is actually fishing?

"Help me detoxify... please... please... help me detoxify..."

Ding Chunqiu was tortured by the two streams of true energy, one hot and one cold, and was in excruciating pain. He stretched his hand forward desperately, looking at Chu Pingsheng with a face full of longing.

This scene made the Eight Friends of Hangu tremble with fear and break out in cold sweats.

It has always been the old monster Xingxiu who poisoned and abused others, but I never thought that in the end he would also have such a day, and it was fire plus ice, double the happiness.

For example, if Ding Chunqiu is just suffering from cold poison, the Fiery Palm Power can dissolve it, such as Jiumozhi who is good at the Flame Blade. If it is just suffering from fire poison, in addition to the Ice Palm Power, the disciples of Xingxiu Sect usually raise a kind of ice silkworm, as long as it is used properly, it can detoxify itself.

But the problem is that a master of poison was poisoned by two poisons of different natures at once. Except for those who understand the two kinds of true qi and have both ice and fire attack methods, there is basically no solution for others.

"Speaking of which, I can achieve the combination of ice and fire and master the poison skill, thanks to you, Ding Chunqiu."

Chu Pingsheng chuckled, brushed off the dust from the hem of his monk's robe with the back of his hand, and walked towards Su Xinghe.

"Mr. Congbian, please withdraw the formation."

The skinny old man shook his head and said, "The Zhenlong chess game has been broken by Master Murong. Master Kongxu, please go back."

"What if I say I'll leave Ding Chunqiu to you?"

"..."

Su Xinghe's face, which was almost as thin as a skeleton, stretched, and after hesitating for a while, he shook his head.

Chu Pingsheng clasped his hands together, as if worshiping Buddha, but a faint murderous intent lingered around him.

Six of the Eight Friends of Hangu went into battle together, each holding a weapon to block Su Xinghe.

Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian also stood out and stood on guard, staring at the monk with hatred on their faces.

The former said: "Monk, you can't stand losing, you want to cheat, right? I tell you, if you come late, just stay here and don't bother my young master."

The latter followed up with a quote: "Confucius said, success always comes to those who are prepared."

The atmosphere in the venue became tense.

Everyone had a solemn look on their faces, except Xu Zhu. He couldn't understand how his junior fellow apprentice could be so powerful. He couldn't understand even more why Xu Kong, who was three years younger than him, called Mr. Su Master.

If he is a master, then what am I?

"Master."

Just at this moment, a slightly feminine male voice sounded. It was Li Kuilai, who loved to sing opera among the Eight Friends of Hangu. Facing the surprised looks of Kang Guangling and Shi Qinglu, he walked to Su Xinghe and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Are you sure he didn't lie to you?"

"..."

"In that case..."

Su Xinghe looked thoughtful, glanced at Chu Pingsheng a few times, and finally sighed. He shot a finger force towards the center of the word "Yao" carved on the stone wall, and with a wave of his long sleeves, a door appeared where the dust passed.

"Please come with me."

Chu Pingsheng nodded slightly, and just as he was about to follow Su Xinghe in, he heard a loud shout from the southeast.

"Wait!"

A masked man came out of nowhere.

Mu Wanqing was startled, she drew her sword and said in a tender voice, "It's you! Where's Duan Yu?"

She could see clearly what the man was wearing. He was the masked man who kidnapped Duan Yu at the foot of Leigushan Mountain.

"Humph."

The other party lightly extended a finger, and she let out a painful groan, her sword fell to the ground, her knuckles broke, and her hands were covered in blood.

"Master Kongxu, do you still want to save your disciple's life?"

The masked man's body was like duckweed or willow catkins, floating lightly onto the stone trough containing the heizi.

Duan Yanqing and Jiumozhi frowned at this superb lightness skill, not understanding who this great master who had just arrived was.

"You're finally willing to show up?" Chu Pingsheng sneered, "Murong Bo, do you think I care whether Duan Yu lives or dies?"

His voice was very soft and almost emotionless, but to the ears of Jiumozhi, Xuansheng and others, it was more shocking than the sound of a huge bell.

"Mr. Murong, is it really you?"

Murong Bo was obviously stunned when Chu Pingsheng revealed his origins. After a few breaths, he slowly took off his mask, revealing a gloomy face.

Gongye Qian and Deng Baichuan's expressions changed slightly, but not to a great extent. They must have been mentally prepared and knew that Murong Bo had returned.

"After many years of absence, the Imperial Master is even more elegant than before."

"I thought Mr. Murong had passed away. I didn't expect that I would have the chance to see him again in this life. Amitabha."

Jiumozhi's eyes rolled around, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Chu Pingsheng was not in the mood to greet them. He waved to Su Xinghe and motioned him to lead the way.

Gongye Qian and Deng Baichuan certainly couldn't let him interfere with their master's good deeds, so they each took up their weapons to stop him, but who would have thought that the Eight Friends of Hangu blocked them first.

"Step aside."

"..."

The few of them didn't speak or move. At this time, Murong Bo laughed and said, "I am in the cave receiving the inheritance from Senior Wuyazi, and I hate to be disturbed. Considering our past friendship, can the National Master lend me a hand?"

Jiumozhi raised his palm and smiled sinisterly: "I am willing to obey Mr. Murong's orders."

Murong Bo looked at Duan Yanqing again: "Prince Yanqing, since you are Fu'er's adoptive father, you should not sit idly by and watch Monk Kongxu break through."

"This……"

Duan Yanqing looked at Chu Pingsheng, then at Murong Bo, his mind working rapidly.

On one side are Murong Fu, Murong Bo and Jiumozhi, who are accepting the inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect and are about to soar to the sky. On the other side are the monk Kong Xu, whose purpose he can never guess and who he always feels is plotting against him.

To be honest, it’s hard to choose.

Su Xinghe frowned. Just as Monk Kongxu knocked down Ding Chunqiu, Murong Bo jumped out. Even if he and his eight disciples helped together, they could not defeat Murong Bo, Jiumozhi and Duan Yanqing together. What's more, they also had Gongye Qian and Deng Baichuan to help them. Ding Chunqiu's disciples might take advantage of the chaos to cause trouble.

Difficult!

Indeed, it would not be easy for the combination of Murong Bo and Jiumozhi to defeat Chu Pingsheng at this time. If they just wanted to stop him, it would not be a big problem.

But... the world of martial arts is not just about fighting and killing, it also involves human relationships and worldly wisdom.

"Outside the Tianlong Temple, under the Bodhi tree, the monk is slovenly and Guanyin has long hair."

Sixteen words, every word touches the heart and hurts the soul.

Duan Yanqing was hit hard, and he took a few steps back, looking at the monk Kongxu who was standing there with a smile on his face in shock.

"You...you...how do you know what happened back then?"

Chu Pingsheng ignored him and looked at Jiumozhi again. His right hand was slightly raised, and the long sleeves of his monk's robe were peeling off. The thumb holding the rosary was also holding a blue thread-bound book. The header was three large Sanskrit characters. Among the spectators present, no one could understand it except Jiumozhi, who was well versed in Tantric literature.

"Yi Jin Jing?"

"Yes, Yi Jin Jing."

When Murong Bo heard this, his face suddenly changed. When he discussed martial arts with Jiumozhi, there were two martial arts that he highly recommended. One was the Six Meridians Divine Sword of the Duan family of Dali, and the other was the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple.

"Master, please stop Murong Bo for me. I will allow you to make a copy afterwards."

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

The Tibetan national teacher changed his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book: "Mr. Murong, I was gifted with the unique skills of Shaolin Temple back then. I have been working hard day and night, but I don't know how I have improved. Today, I am fortunate to meet you again. I would like to ask Mr. Murong for some advice."

Why did he help Murong Bo?
It’s very simple, just use the remaining Shaolin skills from Shi Shuige.

But the question is, no matter how powerful other skills are, can they be stronger than the Yi Jin Jing that shook the martial arts world?

So this multiple-choice question is not difficult at all.

The spectators were all bewildered. Even Ah Zi, a guy with no bottom line, thought that the Tubo State Master was too shameless. They were so close just now, and they were in solidarity, sharing weal and woe. But after being tempted by Monk Kongxu with the Yi Jin Jing, he turned against him?

"Amitabha, the National Master's mind is like the sea, and his wisdom is like a lamp. The path of practice will surely become wider and wider, and the joy of Dharma will fill every day."

As Chu Pingsheng spoke, Xu Zhu listened to the auspicious words that hit his head straight, ignored the fight between the Eight Friends of Hangu and Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian, and followed Su Xinghe into the gate.

Murong Bo flew over to stop him, but was forced back by Jiumozhi's flaming sword.

"Jiumozhi!"

Murong Bo was so angry that his teeth were itching.

"Mr. Murong, we are just sparring each other everyday. Why are you so angry? Come on, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's get closer."

"Do you know that once Fuer becomes the head of Xiaoyao Sect, you will be able to learn top martial arts such as Beiming Divine Art, Xiao Wuxiang Gong, and Lingbo Weibu."

"Mr. Murong, if you regret it later, I am no match for you and your son."

The two men were talking to each other while they were attacking.

"So you believe him?"

"As far as I know, Master Kongxu's credibility is even higher than that of Mr. Murong."

That's absolutely true.

Back in the Tianlong Temple, Monk Kongxu exchanged the Xiao Wuxiang Gong for the Flame Sword Secret Manual, and exchanged Duan Yu for the Controlling Crane Gong. The goods were genuine and the prices were fair, and no one was cheated.

At Juxian Manor, he made deals with Xiao Feng and Azhu, and fulfilled all the agreements.

As for Murong Bo, he ruined everything by faking his own death.

A-Bi, who was not far away, stared blankly at the two people fighting.

Ah Zhu told her what happened in Juxian Manor. She thought she had made a profit by exchanging a scripture that she couldn't understand for the truth. But now, Ah Zhu could be said to have shot herself in the foot. It was this useless scripture that harmed their son.

"don't want……"

A-Bi ran towards the cave, but was blown away by the palm winds swung by Kang Guangling and Gong Ye Qian. She fell to the ground and was unable to get up for a while.

……

At the same time, in Wuyazi's stone chamber, the light leaking from the skylight dispelled the darkness and dampness in the room.

Murong Fu sat cross-legged on the stone bed, with Wuyazi sitting upside down like a funnel above his head. The old fellow's face was flushed, and his long snow-white hair hung down, almost covering Murong Fu's body. The two of them were surrounded by surging energy, and Su Xinghe was bounced away by an invisible force before he could get close to him.

(End of this chapter)