Chapter 305 Zhenlong Chess Game: Chu Pingsheng kills his elders
This scene makes You Tanzhi’s teeth itch. Why is he pretending to be an eminent monk? Who in the Central Plains martial arts community doesn’t know that he is a lewd monk, a monster monk, and an evil monk? .
“Who is this?”
Chu Pingsheng glanced at You Tan, who was so frightened that he quickly turned his head to avoid hiding the hatred on his face.
Jiumozhi lowered his head slightly and smiled sinisterly: "Oh, this little monk came to the Central Plains for the first time. He is not familiar with the place. He doesn't know the exact location of Leigu Mountain. Because he is worried about going wrong, I kindly ask this little brother to guide him on the way."< br>
Please?
Chu Pingsheng thought to himself that the plea here should have neither "please" nor "please".
If you look carefully, the plot of Xiao Feng's meeting with Duan Zhengchun was ruined by him. A'Zhu is not dead, and A'Zi will naturally not recognize her brother-in-law. Then the result of You TanZhi going north to seek revenge will most likely be destroyed. Xiao Feng dismissed him as an insignificant little shrimp.
Since there was nothing wrong with Ah Zi, You TanZhi would not have been captured by the Liao soldiers and tortured as a medicine man. He was also coaxed into wearing a mask and taking the alias Zhuang Juxian.
Here You Tanzhi realizes the gap in status and martial arts between the two sides, and returns disappointed. It is logical that he is captured by Jiumozhi who is wandering around Luoyang and brought to Leigu Mountain.
"Little brother?" Chu Pingsheng said kindly: "Don't the Imperial Master know that this little brother is the Queen of the Righteous Soldiers?"
"The Queen of the Righteous Soldiers? Please make it clear, Your Majesty."
"Have you heard about the killing spree between Xiao Yuanshan and his son in Juxian Village last year?"
"Have heard a little bit about it."
"This little brother is Juxian Village Tour" Descendants of Erxiong’s family.”
"Oh?" Jiumozhi glanced at You Tanyi, whose expression changed greatly: "It turns out that I am a righteous man, so disrespectful, disrespectful."
"You...you actually recognize me?"
While You Tanzhi was horrified, he also had very complicated emotions deep in his heart.
Monk Kong and Xiao Feng were regarded by him as the two biggest enemies who killed his father. He went north to seek revenge on Xiao Feng. The other party's attitude was more dismissive than tolerant, and he was so crazy that he He was regarded as an ant that could be trampled to death at any time, and now he met his second enemy. Who would have thought that this monk would not only recognize his identity at a glance, but also call him a descendant of a righteous man.
“Amitabha.” Chu Pingsheng smiled slightly and did not answer his question directly.
Youju, Youji, Juxianzhuang, etc. have no meaning to Jiumozhi. The so-called "disrespect" mentioned above is just a hasty talk, used to praise Chu Pingsheng.
"After leaving Tianlong Temple, the young monk went to Jiangnan to pay homage to Mr. Murong. Afterwards, he went to Hanshan Temple to make trouble. At that time, he found out that Master Kong Kong was a Shaolin disciple. The young monk went to Songshan Mountain to see him. On the way, he was shocked to hear that Ju Xian Zhuangzhi changed, and I missed your chance to meet him. Today I came to meet Mr. Congbian for an appointment. With the blessing of the Buddha, I met..."
Before Jiumozhi could finish his words, he heard a voice coming from the tea stall. Bea exclaimed.
"Master Duan...it's not good...Master Duan has been taken away."
Chu Pingsheng turned around and saw a man in black grabbing Duan Yu by the back of his heart. Walking on the waves to the other side of the river south of the tea stall, Abi and Mu Wanqing were so anxious that they had a lot of beads of sweat on their foreheads - with their lightness skills, it was naturally impossible for them to walk on the waves, so they could only It is to look at the river and sigh.
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and save people!" Seeing that he didn't move, Mu Wanqing kept saying useless words to Jiumozhi. She was so angry that she stamped her feet and was filled with anger.
Chu Pingsheng looked calm as usual, watching the masked man kidnap Duan Yu without any anxiety at all.
“He is your apprentice!”
Mu Wanqing couldn’t help but beg him. From the swaying curtains and the white hands that clenched the sword, it could be seen that she How impatient.
Chu Pingsheng actually turned his head and led the horse up the path up the mountain. The horse was covered in white hair without a trace of color. It looked awkward for a lewd monk and a white horse.
"What's wrong with the apprentice? It's not like I haven't sold him before. If you don't believe me, ask Master Jiumozhi."
"This..."
Jiumozhi met Mu Wanqing's eyes, He could only stand up and nod his head, and replied truthfully: "Master Kong has confidence in Mr. Duan, knowing that he has deep blessings and continuous good luck, and will surely turn misfortune into good luck and adversity into good fortune."
Just Kong Kong The relationship between the monk and Duan Yu is very troublesome for him, okay?
If you want to say that these two people are master and apprentice, the monk sells his apprentice, just call him one. If you want to say that they are not the master and apprentice, Duan Yu follows them every day, the master is on top and the apprentice is on the bottom. Monk Just as the teacher does, so does the disciple.
He had never seen this kind of master-disciple relationship before, so when he met Duan Yu again, he didn't know whether to grab the sword manual or not.
“You!” Mu Wanqing gritted her teeth and said, “How could Duan Yu want someone like you as his teacher?”
Chu Pingsheng tied the white horse to the locust beside the mountain road, and then tied a horse to it. The silver beads bounced into the arms of the waiter, who was wearing a brown bunt. Without his instructions, the waiter nodded and bowed, and with a flattering face, he took out a bundle of fodder and fed it to the horse.
"I am a person who can't afford to be early without profit. Abi knows this very well. Do you want me to save Duan Yu? It's not impossible, but there is a condition."
" What conditions? ”
"What did you do to me in the ruined temple? Let me take revenge and I will rescue your brother. How about it?"
"You...shameless!"
Mu Wanqing wished she could stab him to death with a sword, but she knew very well that with her skills, ten of her together would not be a match for the monk.
"Female donor, you were allowed to take advantage of the monk, but now the monk only asks for revenge? In addition, I will help you save your brother, but you call me shameless? Brother, you are a businessman, you might as well come and comment on this deal. Who was the loser in the transaction? "
Of course the waiter didn't know what happened in the ruined temple, but the businessman's logic told him that the monk had lost money.
"It was the master who lost money."
"Did you hear that?" Chu Pingsheng clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes, and said solemnly: "It was the monk who lost money in this transaction."
Mu Wanqing was driven crazy by him, and now she regretted very much why she couldn't control her mood after learning that Mr. Congbian invited masters from all over the world to play chess at Leigu Mountain, so she came here to block Duan Yu.
Abi doesn’t know about his and Mu Wanqing’s past, but based on her understanding of the monk, I’m afraid the so-called revenge above is not a good idea.
"Don't you still expect Mr. Duan to break the Zhenlong chess game and accept Wu Yazi's inheritance? He will be better off with Wu Yazi's inheritance than those who regard you as a martial arts scum and want to get rid of you. Is this person the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect?" Chu Pingsheng looked at Jiumozhi.
"National Master, if you break the Zhenlong chess game and get the Wuyazi inheritance, will you become an enemy of the monk?"
Jiumozhi smiled sideways: "Your Majesty is joking. , how is this possible?"
"Look, the national teacher said he can't, Abi, don't think so bad."
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Monk Kong has a heart that thinks the best of people? How is this possible!
Abi naturally knew that he was telling lies, but what could she do?
"National Master, since we are going to the Valley of Deafness and Mute, why not come with us?"
"Okay, your Majesty, please."
"National Master, please."
A tantric lama and a Zen monk both looked like they were hiding their swords in their smiles, and they all had a sinister tone. Mu Wanqing really wanted to tear off their heads and feed them to the dogs.
“Monk, I promise you!”
“Huh?”
Chu Pingsheng was surprised, and he slowly lowered his lifted heel, the force was very light, but still A dead leaf was shaken up and tumbled down the crooked steps.
“What did you say?”
The curtain covered her face, so she couldn't see the expression behind her clearly, but she said decisively: "As long as you promise to save my brother's life, you can do whatever you want to me."
"Don't regret it?"
“No regrets!”
“Okay, let’s settle it then.”
Sigh!
Abi couldn't bear it anymore and spat to the side. She didn't know what the two of them had done in the ruined temple, but at this point, no matter how stupid they were, they could understand the meaning behind the words.
After all, it’s just the body of Greedy Mu Wanqing.
Crack.
Chu Pingsheng slapped Abi with a lifeless slap and slapped Abi to the ground. There was a lot of mud on her skirt, which made her very miserable.
“The monk has no method to control, which makes the national master laugh.”
"Where, where."
Jiumozhi and Chu Pingsheng said politely, and they continued walking up.
Mu Wanqing became anxious, pointed to the dense forest on the other side of the river and said, "Hey, you won't save Duan Yu?"
Chu Pingsheng ignored him and continued walking forward.
“Hey, Monk Kong! What do you want me to do before I’m willing to save him?”
"Hachi, hachi."
What answered her was the snort of the bay-red horse tied to the locust tree at the intersection. The two bald heads seemed to be climbing the steps step by step, but in fact they were very fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye. .
Mu Wanqing angrily said to Abi: "It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, he...how could he leave his brother alone?"
"..."
Abi wiped the mud off her hands and tugged at the corners of her mouth, her face full of bitterness.
……
At the same time.
The sky is deaf and the earth is dumb.
The fog is smoky and the mountains are green.
The calls of partridges occasionally came from the deep valley, adding a touch of agility and vitality to the event.
A huge chessboard is painted on a flat cliff, with black stones and white stones criss-crossing to form a chess game. It is a Zhenlong chess game that no one has been able to solve in thirty years.
Mr. Congbian Su Xinghe sat on a stone bench in front of the chess game with his silver hair disheveled. His face was covered with wrinkles, and his hands and feet were like dry wood. There was only muscle and skin, no flesh and blood, and he looked like a skeleton. .
Behind him were two stone troughs, with white pieces on the left and black pieces on the right. Each piece was as big as a human face.
Many people were standing on the flat ground next to the cliff. Standing in front of Su Xinghe were his eight apprentices, namely Kang Guangling, a chess demon, Fan Bailing, a chess demon, Goshu, a bookworm, and Wu, a crazy painter. The leader, the miracle doctor Xue Muhua, the skilled craftsman Feng Asan, the nymphomaniac Shi Qinglu, and the theater fan Li Puppet, these eight people were nicknamed the Eight Friends of Hangu.
Standing further forward is a man, tall and tall, with white beard and beard. He is wearing a brocade robe of clouds and cranes, holding a feather fan in his hand, looking like an expert with pearls of wisdom in his hands.
Four big flags were erected behind him, with sixteen big characters written from left to right: "Xingxiu Laoxian", "Dharma frame Zhongyuan", "Mighty the world", "Supernatural power".
It is none other than Ding Chunqiu, the notorious head of the Xingxiu Sect.
Under the banner that read "Xingxiu Old Immortal", Ah Zi lowered her eyebrows, hunched her head and shrugged her shoulders, like a little chicken caught in the middle of Zhaixingzi and Chuchenzi.
(End of this chapter)