Faced with Zhenren Zhang's initiative to ask questions, Murong Bai did not answer directly, but shook his head and smiled, "Really Zhang is a martial arts senior, so please don't ask me to be called my little brother."

He turned his head to look at Zhang Wuji, and then said sincerely, "I am not much different in age from that brother Wuji, Master Zhang might as well treat me as a junior and just call me Hao'er."

Seeing the sincerity in Murong Bai's eyes, and adding that he really liked this Kunlun junior in front of him.

So Zhenren Zhang didn't refuse anymore, and nodded to Murong Bai with a smile, and replied, "Okay, then I'll call you Hao'er."

With just a few short words, the relationship between the two people has become much closer.

This was certainly one of Murong Bai's little tricks, he saluted Zhang Zhenren again, and then smiled at him, "Zhang Zhenren has a question, Zhao Hao dare not hide it here."

"I just used it to heal Brother Chang's wounds, but it is a magical skill called Nine Suns Manual."

The voice was flat as usual, and the four words Zhang Zhenren wanted to hear the most, and the four words he most wanted to hear, were clearly sent to Zhang Zhenren's ears.

Jiuyang magic.

This is the only thing in the world that can save Zhang Wuji's life. For Zhang Zhenren, the words "Nine Suns" are like a ray of light that he saw in the abyss of despair.

My Wuji child is saved!

Immediately, such a thought popped into Zhang Zhenren's mind, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.

"Nine Suns Divine Art?!"

Fortunately, the place where the two of them were talking was at a corner of the cabin, and both Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo were some distance away from them, so even though Master Zhang couldn't help shouting, it didn't arouse the two busy people. Attention to children cleaning bandages.

As for Chang Yuchun, he had long since fallen asleep.

Taking a deep breath, the news from Murong Bai's mouth is really shocking once the years of nourishing qi have failed.

Putting away the shock on his face, Master Zhang solemnly stared into Murong Bai's eyes, and asked again, hoping to get a positive answer from Murong Bai.

Just in case... What if this Kunlun Zhao Hao learned only some kind of pure Yang martial arts named as the Nine Suns Manual, but in fact it is not much different from the origin of his own Wudang Nine Suns Kungfu.

Then, do I and my poor Wuji child want to rejoice in vain again?

I saw the apprehension in Zhang Zhenren's eyes, and even saw Zhang Zhenren's fists clenched tightly at some point.

Murong Bai knew very well that Zhang Zhenren must be very nervous at this moment, and he was afraid that he was just lying to him casually.

Secretly laughing, Murong Bai tried his best to put on a somewhat ignorant look on his face, pretending to be puzzled and asked Reverend Zhang, "What this junior has learned is undoubtedly the Nine Suns Manual, does it mean that Reverend Zhang also knows this technique? "

With Murong Bai's affirmation, Zhang Zhenren couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Hearing Murong Bai's question again aroused Zhang Zhenren's reminiscence of the past, he nodded slightly at Murong Bai, and said sadly, "I do know this technique..."

This Nine Suns Divine Kung Fu is originally hidden in a Langa Sutra in Shaolin Temple, and was later accidentally learned by Master Jue Yuan, who has achieved a high internal strength.

As a disciple of Master Jueyuan, and also received part of the inheritance of the Nine Suns Manual from Master Jueyuan, Zhenren Zhang naturally knows the origin of this scripture in detail.

It's just that the Jiuyang Scripture has been stolen nearly a hundred years ago, and there has been no news of it for so long.

Zhang Zhenren is really curious, where did Murong Bai find the Nine Suns Magic Art.

After thinking about it, he immediately looked at Murong Bai and asked, "Hao'er, I wonder if it would be convenient for you to tell me how you learned this magic skill?"

Master Zhang sighed softly, and said, "As far as I know, this Nine Suns magical skill has been lost in the Jianghu for nearly a hundred years."

Master Jueyuan still remembered the whereabouts of the Nine Suns Divine Art until his death. In his opinion, it was all because of his negligence that such a magical art fell into the hands of the villain.

Zhang Zhenren felt that he was very obliged to find out the truth of this issue for his deceased master, so as to comfort Master Jueyuan's spirit in heaven.

As for the cold poison on Zhang Wuji's body, Murong Bai, who has already learned the Nine Suns Divine Art, is beside him, Master Zhang can ask him for help at any time, and he is not in a hurry.

Although Zhang Zhenren asked the question abruptly, Murong Bai was also prepared in his heart.

He grinned at Zhenren Zhang, showing his white teeth, showing his youthful innocence, "This is the Three Sacred Patriarchs showing their holiness from generation to generation, and they have been shining on me."

Murong Bai smiled and said, "Without the guidance of a handbook from the Three Saints, it would be difficult for me to get such a great opportunity."

Hearing this, Master Zhang couldn't help frowning, and asked, "You said that, but you are a senior He Zudao from the Kunlun School? Where did you start?"

In the past, when He Zudao, the three sages of Kunlun, went to Shaolin to spread the message, when he said the words "the scriptures are in the oil", Zhang Zhenren, who was a young novice under Master Jueyuan at that time, was also present.

Of course he is aware of the entanglement between He Zudao of the Kunlun School and the Nine Suns Scripture, but if He Zudao said "the scriptures are in the oil", these simple four words can trace the traces of the Nine Suns Divine Art. After finding out, Zhang Zhenren couldn't believe it no matter what.

So, as Zhang Zhenren asked questions, Murong Bai began to slowly tell the proven story that he had prepared for a long time.

Murong Bai acted in contemplation first, sorted out his words a bit, and then said, "I was blessed by Master when I was young, and I often went in and out of the Sansheng Building, oh, it is the library of my Kunlun School."

But Zhenren Zhang also knew that Duoxi named the pavilions inside the Kunlun Party's gates with the word "Three Sages". Hearing what Murong Bai said, he nodded slightly to express his understanding.

While Murong Bai's story is still going on, he said with a smile, "Once, I found a notebook of the Sansheng Patriarch in his later years in the pile of books. On a few pages, there were some words written here and there, although they were random, but I found it interesting, so I wrote it down."

Having said this, Murong Bai's voice could not help but pause.

It was he who was sorting out the follow-up speeches, thinking about what tone he should use to make Zhang Zhenren believe it.

Even if Murong Bai's story is full of truth and falsehood, even with Zhang Zhenren's experience in the world, it is difficult to hear that there are many falsehoods hidden in his story.

Zhang Zhenren only thought that Murong Bai was suspicious, he just heard Murong Bai mention He Zudao's notes, he knew that He Zudao is the most famous patriarch of Kunlun School.

Perhaps, it was because the content recorded in the diary was related to some secrets of the Kunlun School, so Hao'er was hesitant and didn't dare to continue talking about it?

Chapter 127 I'm an Acting School

Chapter 127

Judging others by himself, Zhang Zhenren thought to himself, if he put himself in Murong Bai's current identity, he would also have doubts in his heart and dare not speak out.

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