Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 310 Yes, I am the devil who plays with people’s hearts

"Junior brother."

Wuyazi has been paralyzed in bed for thirty years. During this period, he has been reflecting on his mistakes. He knows that martial arts sects still speak with strength. Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, image divination... are all minor skills: "I think it would be better for me to introduce you to each other in person."

"Then why don't you calculate the time until Wu Xingyun returns to youth? During this period, do you think Li Qiushui will miss the opportunity to take revenge?"

How come he knows everything? !
Wuyazi’s complexion had improved due to the help of Chu Pingsheng’s blood essence, but now it looked very ugly: “Master’s ring… you can take it. Xinghe…”

Su Xinghe walked forward, took off the jade ring on Wuyazi's thumb, and presented it to Chu Pingsheng with both hands.

"Uncle Master."

"Ah."

Chu Pingsheng took the ring and put it in his arms.

He was not surprised that Mr. Congbian changed his address so smoothly. The Xiaoyao Sect was not like the Shaolin Temple and the Beggars' Sect. There were not so many rules. Just looking at the actions of the Tianshan Tonglao, anyone with a little bit of common sense could tell whether she was evil or righteous. What's more, even the leader Wuyazi was a guy with a distorted outlook on life.

Now that all his fellow disciples have agreed, there is no need to explain Chu Pingsheng’s second request.

"This Mr. Murong... I finally managed to neutralize his martial arts... Alas."

"Do you think he solved the Zhenlong chess game by his own ability?"

"Junior brother, why did you say this?"

"I have a girl with me who was once his maid."

After hearing this, Wuyazi and Su Xinghe understood the truth. The guilt they felt for not fulfilling their promise and wasting his powerful skills was much lessened.

"Leave this matter to me, Xinghe, take good care of your master."

"Yes, uncle."

Chu Pingsheng picked up the unconscious Murong Fu, left the stone chamber and came to the open space outside.

Murong Bo was still fighting with Jiumozhi. His palms were whistling and his fists and feet were as fast as the wind. No one dared to approach him within a ten-foot radius. Four of the Eight Friends of Hangu were fighting fiercely with Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian. Kang Guangling, Xue Muhua, Fan Bailing, Shi Qinglu and Gou Du were guarding the entrance of the cave.

Ding Chunqiu was still the same, sometimes cold, sometimes hot, sometimes taking off his clothes, sometimes tightening them.

Disciples like Zhaixingzi and Chuchenzi were afraid that Monk Kongxu would come out to settle accounts with them, so they wanted to help but did not dare to.

Xu Zhu was kind-hearted. When Ding Chunqiu complained of being cold, he helped him to cover himself with bedding. When Ding Chunqiu felt hot or cold, he waved his wide robe sleeves to help fan him. After all this busy work, he was so tired that he was out of breath and sweat broke out on his forehead.

puff.

The shadow-following kick from Jiumozhi collided with Murong Bo's palm technique evolved from the Nine Heavens and Nine Earths Convenient Shovel Technique. The two men flew back at the same time, looking at each other with fear.

The appearance of Chu Pingsheng attracted the attention of everyone present. When Murong Bo saw him holding Murong Fu like a chicken, he was immediately furious. He abandoned Jiumozhi and flew out to attack him. His first move was the Sanhe Finger, a unique skill passed down by the Gusu Murong family that he had practiced for many years.

Chu Pingsheng pressed his right thumb and an invisible sword energy shot out.

Murong Bo knew the power of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, so he quickly changed his moves to Dou Zhuan Xing Shift. However, Chu Pingsheng slightly raised his little finger, and another sword energy burst out at an extremely fast speed. Before he could finish adjusting his strength and changing his breath, it collided with the Shao Shang Sword in front of him. The bursting sword energy formed a vortex, and the backlash force went back along the meridians, shocking him so much that he quickly retreated on the defensive.

Even though Murong Bo reacted quickly, the divided sword energy still made several holes in his gown, making him look a little embarrassed.

“Amitabha.” It was the first time that Jiumozhi saw Chu Pingsheng use the Six Meridians Divine Sword: “Master Kongxu’s Six Meridians Divine Sword is indeed extraordinary. He actually broke Mr. Murong’s Battle of the Stars. I admire you so much.”

Chu Pingsheng said: "It was a fluke, really a fluke."

For others, humility is a virtue, but for him, humility is the only thing on the minds of the onlookers, who will take the goods.

Just at this moment, the sound of Su Xinghe's internal force came from the other side of the stone wall gate.

"Listen, Eight Friends of Hangu. Master Kongxu is the sect leader's junior fellow apprentice, and your great-grandmaster. Regarding matters outside, his opinions are the opinions of the master."

! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Monk Kongxu went in for a while, and when he came out he became Wuyazi's junior apprentice?
At this generation, is he a flying monkey?
Xu Zhu pulled his fingers, not knowing how to count, and ran to Xuan Sheng and said, "Uncle Master, how do you calculate the generation gap between Xu Kong and me?"

Huiming was also naive, and he really tried to argue with him. "Mr. Congbian Su Xinghe is of the same generation as my uncle. Wuyazi is Su Xinghe's master, and now he calls me Junior Brother Xukong. Calculate for yourself, how many generations are there between you two?"

"Ah? Then he is on equal terms with the masters of the Ling generation in our Shaolin Temple?" Xu Zhu scratched his head hard: "Last year he was still my junior fellow apprentice, but this year he has become the Grand Master Uncle?"

Xuansheng couldn't listen any more and said angrily, "That's enough. Xukong has violated the sect rules repeatedly, and now he has joined the Xiaoyao Sect without telling the abbot. Shaolin Temple doesn't have such scum. Xuzhu, if I hear you say anything close to him again, I will report it to the Discipline Institute and punish you for not observing the discipline and making friends with rebels."

"Uncle-master..." Xu Zhu felt a little aggrieved, because until today, he still couldn't change his impression of his junior brother Xukong, who always called him "senior brother" and "senior brother" beside him, didn't like to work or meditate, and just liked to steal food from the kitchen to feed the small animals in the mountains.

The Eight Friends of Hangu diagonally opposite heard Su Xinghe's message. The four led by Kang Guangling were the first to react. They turned around and knelt down, calling him "Uncle Master". Then came the other four who had stopped fighting with Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian.

“Master…Uncle Master…I was wrong…You…save…save me…save me…”

The person begging for mercy was Ding Chunqiu, but unfortunately Chu Pingsheng had no interest in even looking at him.

"Cousin? What...what did you do to him?" Wang Yuyan had no interest in the Xiaoyao Sect or her junior brother Wuyazi. Her eyes had never left Murong Fu's face since the monk walked out of the stone chamber.

Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian and A Bi were all as anxious as she was, because even a fool could see that Murong Fu's situation was very bad.

Chu Pingsheng lightly extended his finger, pressed the Fengmen acupoint of Murong Fu, and threw him in front of Murong Bo.

"Fuer, how are you?"

"Father...Father?"

Murong Fu woke up slowly, and after seeing the person holding him, his consciousness gradually became clear.

"My martial arts, my martial arts are gone... my martial arts are gone."

He was very frustrated at first, but soon his frustration turned into madness. He broke free from Murong Bo's restraints, stumbled two steps, and pointed at Chu Pingsheng and the Eight Friends of Hangu.

"Liar, a bunch of liars!"

"cousin……"

Wang Yuyan was closest to him. Seeing him staggering, she wanted to help him up. However, her beloved pushed her hard, and she fell heavily to the cold ground, unable to get up for a while.

Murong Fu didn't even look at her, and yelled in the direction of the stone chamber, "Wuyazi, you liar! You are a great senior, but you didn't keep your promise. You said you would pass on your teachings to me and let me be the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, but what happened? You destroyed the power I had gained through twenty years of hard training, and you actually went back on your word halfway. Shameless! Bastard! You Xiaoyao Sect disciples... are unworthy of being human beings!"

As he kept cursing, he even included Kang Guangling and the others.

The expressions of the Eight Friends of Hangu were very ugly, but they didn't know what to say, because from a moral point of view, what Wuyazi did was indeed very immoral and he did not have the demeanor of a senior master.

During this period, some wushu people came to the mountain one after another, including Shi Song, the deputy leader of Longmen Clan, Liu Lianqi, the eldest son of Tengyun Manor, the second and third elders of Junshan Sect, and the deputy leader of Dayi Branch of Beggar Clan. Of course, these people either came to broaden their horizons, to watch the fun, or to collect intelligence.

Murong Fu was cursing in front, and they were talking in the back. They looked at Chu Pingsheng with more contempt than friendship. After all, the Xiaoyao Sect even wanted the notorious monk Kongxu, so how could Wuyazi, who was accepting disciples on behalf of the master, be a good person?
"Have you had enough scolding?"

Chu Pingsheng looked at the nearly collapsed Murong Fu expressionlessly: "I will talk again after you have scolded me enough."

"You damned monk, you did it on purpose, didn't you? You wanted to ruin me on purpose, didn't you?" Murong Fu walked up to Duan Yanqing, who had half-closed his eyes and a puzzled look on his face. "He couldn't bear to see me doing well. He wanted to ruin your plan. If it weren't for him, I would have been the head of the Xiaoyao Sect now."

Duan Yanqing narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

"what."

Murong Fu picked up the long sword that fell on the ground and slashed left and right, venting his anger like a madman.

Murong Bo said: "Fu'er, calm down."

"How can I stay calm? I have practiced martial arts for twenty years and now it is gone. Tell me how can I stay calm?"

"..."

Murong Bo was speechless.

(End of this chapter)