Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 311 Chu Pingsheng: Kneel down and beg me!
From Murong Fu's point of view, last year the whole martial arts world was still talking about Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south, but this year it has become the dog breed in the north and the lewd monk in the south. Now, not to mention the decline in his reputation, there will be no place for him in the entire martial arts world in the future.

"Wuyazi, you are such a despicable and shameless villain!"

"Is Wuyazi a despicable villain, or are you a despicable villain?" Chu Pingsheng looked at the distraught Ah Bi with a fierce look in his eyes and said, "I have warned you long ago not to do anything under my nose. I have told you and Duan Yu that the key to cracking the Zhenlong chess game is to risk your life. It's a pity that you were not there when I made up my mind to repay my kindness and save people."

Xuansheng and Huitong from Shaolin Temple, Shisong from Longmen Gang, Liu Lianqi, Jiumozhi and You Tanzhi from Tengyun Villa... these people were all confused.

Duan Yanqing came back to his senses first and ventriloquist said, "You mean... Murong Fu was able to crack the Zhenlong chess game because she leaked your conversation with Duan Yu?"

"good."

"This is... too clever by half."

When Murong Fu gave the maid to Monk Kongxu, the four evil men were all present. With Duan Yanqing's intelligence, he could naturally guess what A-Bi was thinking.

Mu Wanqing also understood. She thought about what Ah Bi said when she urged the monk to save Duan Yu, and then looked at Murong Bo: "So... you took Duan Yu away to delay Monk Kongxu from entering the valley, so as to buy time for Murong Fu. I... I will kill you, you bitch."

She thrust her sword sharply.

Chu Pingsheng flicked his index finger, and a small stone broke the sword in Mu Wanqing's hand.

"what are you doing!"

"If I want to kill her, it should be me. Is it your turn?"

"you……"

Mu Wanqing gritted her teeth, feeling filled with humiliation. Thinking about the period of time since she met Monk Kongxu, she had been getting further and further down the road of being humiliated. In the past, those men who dared to make her so angry would either have their tongues cut off or be killed by her.

"Hmph, what are you talking about repaying a favor? I think you are deliberately setting a trap for Fu'er. I have been hunting geese all day long, but I didn't expect that today I would be pecked in the eye by a sparrow." Murong Bo's face was gloomy and a reverse eight-character wrinkle was clearly visible on his forehead.

He has always been the one playing tricks on others, but he never expected that both father and son would be fooled by a little monk. It would be a lie to say that he was not angry, it was just that as the father he was able to control his emotions better.

Chu Pingsheng sneered, "Murong Bo, you did so many things behind my back, could it be that you don't even know that I know the Beiming Divine Art and Lingbo Weibu of the Xiaoyao Sect? The scroll that records the martial arts secrets was found in the Langhuan Blessed Land in Wuliang Mountain in Dali, and Langhuan Blessed Land is where Wuyazi lived in seclusion. I got a benefit from him, and now I'm returning the favor to him, is there a problem?"

Of course, this is not the truth. What is he here for? He is here to cause trouble!
Wuyazi's inheritance is extremely tempting to Murong Fu, Duan Yanqing and others, but it is not so important to him. If he wants to gain more skills, he can absorb a few more mid-level masters to get Wuyazi's share.

After practicing Yi Jin Jing, what he needed was the sublimation of quality, like the fusion of the Nine Yang and Nine Yin Qi in the lower dantian, not just an increase in quantity. What's more, he was unwilling to find a master for himself.

Besides, after Wuyazi died, how fun would it be to see only Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun fighting over the favor of the other two? Putting these three together and watching the senior brothers and sisters, whose average age is over 90, playing the Shura Field would be fun.

But given the current situation, of course I can't say what I really think.

The spectators around were talking about it.

"No problem, indeed no problem."

"The monk Kongxu, who betrayed his master and ancestors, would have such a kind heart? Why... I don't believe it?"

"You are the only ones who believe such nonsense."

"If it's a lie, it means he deliberately framed Murong Fu. But with his martial arts, it shouldn't be difficult to kill Murong Fu. Why would he go to such great lengths? Is he looking for trouble just because he's bored?"

"This……"

It is widely rumored in the martial arts world that Monk Kongxu knows the Hua Gong Dafa, and some people speculate that he has a close relationship with Ding Chunqiu. Today, it is realized that the two are enemies rather than friends. It turns out that Monk Kongxu does not use the Hua Gong Dafa, but the Xiaoyao Sect's Beiming Divine Art.

"you!"

Murong Bo felt so angry that his back teeth ached, and he tried his best to circulate his internal energy to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

A tyrant like him, if he loses in the game, he loses, he admits it, but the problem is that the shameless Monk Kongxu insists on creating a situation where he acts normally and the Murong father and son are self-righteous and pure fools, in order to mock and tease them.

Now he knew why those who had been bullied by Monk Kongxu would grit their teeth in hatred when the name was mentioned.

"Aren't you afraid that I will really kill Duan Yu?"

"Okay, I originally wanted to help Prince Yanqing regain control of the throne. How to deal with Duan Yu is a rather troublesome problem. If you kill him with one strike, it will save me, your master, from the embarrassment."

Murong Bo was almost driven crazy by him.

You can’t win by fighting, and you can’t plot or scheme either. It’s so disgusting!
Everyone was laughing at the Murong father and son. Some people even felt that compared with Murong Fu, Ding Chunqiu was not that miserable.

"what……"

Everyone's attention was focused on the father, ignoring Murong Fu. After hearing what Chu Pingsheng said, he suddenly picked up the long sword he had used to chop and slash, and slashed it towards his neck.

Because Murong Fu had his back to Murong Bo, when I came to my senses, it was too late to rescue him.

A streak of blood flew up with the sword.

Blinking and looking again, the long sword had fallen to the ground. Murong Fu was gasping for breath while holding his right hand. There was a bloody scar on his left neck, but fortunately it was not deep and did not cut the artery. "Monk, what are you doing!"

Others were equally confused and didn't understand why Monk Kongxu saved Murong Fu. From his point of view, shouldn't he just sit back and watch this guy who kept making small moves die?

"Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south... the former went from being the respected leader of the Beggars' Sect to a Khitan dog, and he didn't commit suicide in despair. Now look at you, tut tut tut..."

"How can I be the same as him? His martial arts are still there, but mine are gone. Now I am just a useless person, a useless person!"

"Amitabha." Chu Pingsheng chanted the Buddha's name softly and walked slowly: "Originally, I wanted to help Brother Wuyazi wipe his ass, but seeing how useless you are, even if there is a way to restore your martial arts, I'm afraid it would be a waste of energy."

Can Monk Kongxu restore Murong Fu’s lost martial arts?

Public opinion on the scene reached a climax again.

Everyone looked at him fixedly, thinking they had heard wrongly. Murong Bo felt the same way. In his decades of life, he had never heard of anyone being able to recover quickly after his martial arts skills were destroyed.

Abi said, "Please, help him."

"Are you begging me? Is this the way to beg someone?"

When A-Bi heard this, she felt like she was grabbing a life-saving straw. She quickly stepped forward, threw herself in front of Chu Pingsheng, hugged his legs, and looked up to beg with red eyes.

"I will never dare to do it again. I only ask you to help him this time. From now on, I will serve you wholeheartedly. I will do anything you ask me to do. Please, I beg you..."

A-Bi let go of her hands and kowtowed again, her beautiful hair disheveled and the skin on her forehead was scratched. She was a pretty girl, but now she looked like a madman.

"I swear, I swear...If I ever do anything to let you down again, or if I have second thoughts, I will be struck by five thunderbolts and fall into hell forever."

She told Murong Fu the solution to the Zhenlong chess game because she wanted to help her son. But who knew that things would turn out like this. Not only did Murong Fu fail to obtain the inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect, he also lost his martial arts, and then gave up on himself and wanted to commit suicide.

There is no doubt that she is responsible for this, and she is primarily responsible.

Now that Monk Kongxu said he could restore Murong Fu's martial arts, she would definitely seize the opportunity at all costs to make up for her mistake.

Chu Pingsheng looked at her with contempt for a moment, then looked at Murong Bo, slowly twisted his Buddhist beads, and asked calmly, "Where is Duan Yu?"

"Don't you care whether he lives or dies?"

"I've already used the Yi Jin Jing. I have the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual. Maybe I can sell two products at once and make a deal with the Imperial Master."

When Chu Pingsheng said this, he glanced at Mu Wanqing indifferently.

The curtain covered her face, so her expression couldn't be seen, but judging from her sudden step back, her emotions must have fluctuated greatly.

Now she knew why Monk Kongxu agreed to save Duan Yu when they were at the foot of the mountain, but did not go to the other side to chase people, because everything was under his control.

As long as Murong Bo handed the person over, he would have fulfilled his contract. On the other hand, her price...

Jiumozhi put his hands together and bowed slightly: "Amitabha, I am looking forward to it very much."

Murong Bo snorted coldly, secretly cursing Jiumozhi for being greedy for profit, then he leaped back to the rock where he had been hiding. When he returned to the arena, he found a person under his armpit, and it was none other than Duan Yu, the son of the King of Zhennan of Dali.

"Back to you."

Murong Bo pushed with his palm, and Duan Yu flew away. Chu Pingsheng guided him casually, and his cheap disciple landed steadily behind him.

"You really can change the world."

Chu Pingsheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "One last condition."

"Don't push yourself too far!"

"Azhu."

Wang Yuyan looked at Murong Bo with a chuckle: "Uncle..."

She wanted to say no, but she knew very well that as a fake niece, she had no right to be in charge of the affairs of Chanhe Manor.

Gong Yeqian relied on the fact that he was an old official of the Murong family and clasped his fists and said, "Master, think twice."

Murong Bo looked around, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll give Ah Zhu to you too."

At this point, does he still have a choice? To ruin his son's life for a maid?

Chu Pingsheng said, "It's settled then."

(End of this chapter)