Chapter 310 Yes, I am the devil who plays with people's hearts
"Junior brother."
Wu Yazi has been paralyzed in bed for thirty years. During this period, he has been reflecting on his mistakes and knowing that the martial arts sect Let’s talk about strength, such as playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, image divination... they are all small skills: "I think it is better for me to introduce you to this matter personally."
"Then senior brother, you might as well count the days, How long will it be until Wu Xingyun returns to his old age? During this period, do you think Li Qiushui will let go of the opportunity for revenge? "
How does he know everything? !
Because of the help from Chu Pingsheng's essence and blood, Wu Yazi's face, which had improved, turned very ugly: "Master's finger... take it. Xinghe..."
Su Xinghe stepped forward, He took off the jasper ring on Wu Yazi's thumb and held his hands in front of Chu Pingsheng.
"Uncle Master."
"Yes."
Chu Pingsheng took the ring and put it in his arms.
He was not surprised that Mr. Congbian had changed his name so smoothly. The Xiaoyao Sect was not like the Shaolin Temple or the Beggar Clan. They didn’t have so many rules. From what Tianshan Tonglao did, anyone with any brains could tell that she was The evil path is still the right path, not to mention that even the leader Wu Yazi is a guy with erroneous views.
Now that the brothers and sisters have acknowledged it, Chu Pingsheng’s second request naturally goes without saying.
“This Mr. Murong...I finally neutralized his martial arts...sigh.”
“Do you think he defeated the Zhenlong chess game with his own skills?”
"Junior brother, why did you say this?"
"There is a girl beside me who used to be his maid."
Hearing this, Wu Yazi and Su Xinghe still didn't understand the reason. Because they didn't fulfill their agreement, they also took away his power. The guilt has gone away a lot.
"Leave this matter to me, Xinghe, take good care of your master."
"Yes, uncle."
Chu Pingsheng picked up the unconscious man Murong Fu left the stone room and came to the open space outside.
Murong Bo was still fighting with Jiumozhi, his palms roaring and his fists and kicks like the wind. No one dared to come close within a foot of the surrounding area. Four of the Eight Friends of Hangu were fighting fiercely with Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian. Kang Guangling led Xue Muhua, Fan Bailing, Shi Qinglu, and Gou Du stood firm at the entrance of the cave.
Ding Chunqiu is still the same, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, sometimes taking off his clothes and sometimes tightening them.
Zhaixingzi and Chuchenzi, who were disciples, were afraid that Monk Kong would come out to settle accounts with them. They wanted to help but did not dare to help.
Xu Zhu had good intentions. When Ding Chunqiu complained about the cold, he helped to make the bed. When Ding Chunqiu was cold and hot, he waved his wide sleeves to help fan him. After all this work, he was panting from exhaustion and had a headache on his forehead. Sweated a lot.
Poof.
Jiumozhi's shadowy kick collided with Murong Bo's palm technique evolved from the Nine Heavens and Nine Earths Convenient Tackle Technique. The two of them flew back at the same time, each looking at the 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 became furious, abandoned Jiumozhi and flew forward to attack. As soon as he made a move, he had been immersed in it for many years. Gusu Murong's family's unique knowledge is combined with the fingers.
Chu Pingsheng pressed his right thumb, and an invisible sword energy shot out.
Murong Bo knew the power of the Six Meridians Divine Sword and quickly changed his moves. Unexpectedly, Chu Pingsheng’s little finger was slightly raised, and another sword energy burst out at an extremely fast speed. Before he could finish adjusting his energy and breathing, At that moment, he collided with the Shaoshang sword in front of him, and the exploding sword energy formed a vortex, and the backlash flowed retrogradely along his meridians, shocking him so much that he quickly retreated on the defensive.
Even though Murong Bo reacted quickly, the split sword energy still drilled several holes in the gown, making him look a little embarrassed.
"Amitabha." This was the first time Jiumozhi saw Chu Pingsheng using the Six Meridians Divine Sword: "Master Kong Kong's Six Meridians Divine Sword is indeed extraordinary. It actually broke Mr. Murong's Dou Zhuan Xing. The young monk admires it. I admire it."< br>
Chu Pingsheng said: "It's a fluke, it's really a fluke."
It is a virtue for others to be modest. He was modest, and the only thoughts of the onlookers were who would collect the goods.
At this moment, the sound of Su Xinghe’s internal energy came from the stone wall portal.
"Listen, Eight Friends of Hangu, Master Kongwu is the head disciple, your master-uncle. In all external matters, he means being a master."
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Monk Kong goes in for a while and becomes Wu Yazi’s junior brother when he comes out?
Is this generation a monkey in the sky?
Xuzhu tugged at his fingers, not knowing how to calculate, and ran to Xuan Sheng and said, "Master-uncle, how do we calculate the seniority between me and Xukong now?"
Huiming is also naive. , I really tried to talk to him. "Mr. Congbian, Su Xinghe is the same generation as my uncle. Wu Yazi is Su Xinghe's master. Now he is called Junior Brother Xukong. You can calculate for yourself, how many generations are you separated from each other?"
"Ah? Then he is not on a par with the master of our Shaolin Temple Ling generation?" Xu Zhu scratched his scalp hard: "Last year he was still my little junior brother, and this year he became the ancestor uncle?"
Xuansheng couldn't listen anymore and said angrily: "That's enough. Vukong has repeatedly violated the sect's rules, and now he invites the abbot to join the Xiaoyao sect privately without complaining. There are no such scum in Shaolin Temple, Xu Zhu, if I listen again You have a close relationship with him, so I don't want to report it to the Discipline Academy. I will punish you for not obeying the discipline and being rebellious."
"Master-uncle..." Xu Zhu felt a little aggrieved, because until today, he has been aggrieved. I still can't change my impression of the senior brother who is by his side all day long. The senior brother is short, doesn't like to work, doesn't like to meditate, and just likes to steal food from the kitchen to feed the small animals in the mountains.
The eight friends of Hangu diagonally across the street heard Su Xinghe’s message. The four people led by Kang Guangling were the first to react. They turned around and knelt down, saying that they were masters and uncles. Then the others who fought with Deng Baichuan and Gong Ye were Four.
"Master...Uncle Master...I was wrong...you...save...save me...save me..."
The person begging for mercy was Ding Chunqiu, but it was a pity that Chu Pingsheng didn't even look at him. No interest at all.
"Cousin? You...what did you do to him?" Wang Yuyan was not interested in Xiaoyao Sect or Wuyazi Junior Brother. As soon as the monk walked out of the stone room, her eyes never left Murong Fu's face. Pass.
Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian and Abi were just as anxious as she was, because even a fool could see that Murong Fu's situation was very bad.
Chu Pingsheng lightly pointed his finger at Murong Fufeng's gate point and threw him in front of Murong Bo.
"Fu'er, how are you?"
"Father...Father?"
Murong Fu faintly woke up, and after seeing the person holding him, his consciousness gradually became clearer.
"My martial arts, my martial arts is gone...my martial arts is gone."
He was frustrated at first, but soon, his frustration turned into madness, and he broke away from Murong Bo He stumbled two steps away from the restraints and pointed at Chu Pingsheng and the Eight Friends of Hangu.
"Liars, a bunch of liars!"
"Cousin..."
Wang Yuyan was the closest to him. Seeing that he was staggering, she wanted to help him, but she didn't know that the person she loved gave him a hard push and hit him hard. I fell on the cold ground and couldn't get up for a while.
Murong Fu didn't even look at her, he yelled in the direction of the stone chamber: "Wu Yazi, you liar, a dignified senior master, you don't keep your word, you want to pass on my mantle and let me be the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. "Men, what's the result? You took away the skills I gained from twenty years of hard work, and you regretted it midway, you bastards! You Xiaoyao disciples... are in vain!"
He cursed, Lian Kang. The people from Guangling also brought them with them.
Hangu Bayou's expression was ugly, but it was hard to say anything, because from a moral point of view, what Wu Yazi did was indeed very immoral and did not have the superior demeanor of his predecessors.
During this period, some Jianghu people came to the mountain one after another, including Shi Song, the deputy gang leader of the Longmen Gang, Liu Liangqi, the eldest son of Tengyun Village, the second and third elders of the Junshan Sect, and the Beggar Clan. The deputy helmsman of the Dayi branch was dispatched. Of course, these people are either here to learn more, to watch the fun, or to collect intelligence.
Murong Fu was scolding him in front, and they were talking about it in the back. They looked at Chu Pingsheng with more disdain than friendship. After all, the Xiaoyao sect even wanted the notorious lewd monk Kong Kong, and had no intention of accepting disciples as a teacher. What kind of good product can Yazi be?
"Have you scolded enough?"
Chu Pingsheng looked at Murong Fu, who was almost collapsed, expressionlessly: "I will speak again after scolding enough."
"You damn monk, did you do this on purpose? You wanted to destroy me on purpose, right?" Murong Fu walked up to Duan Yanqing, who had his eyes half-closed and a puzzled look on his face: "He doesn't want to see me well, he , to ruin your plan, if it weren’t for him, I would be the leader of Xiaoyao Sect now.”
Duan Yanqing narrowed his eyes and remained silent.
“Ah.”
Murong Fu picked up the long sword that fell on the ground and slashed left and right, trying to vent his anger like a madman.
Murong Bo said: "Fu'er, calm down."
"How can I be calm? The martial arts that I have practiced hard for twenty years are just gone. You tell me how to be calm?"
"..."
Murong Bo was speechless.
(End of this chapter)