Chapter 311 Chu Pingsheng: Kneel down and beg me!
From Murong Fu’s point of view, last year the whole world was still rumored to have Murong from the north, Qiao Feng and the south, but this year he has become a naughty monk from the north. Not to mention the decline in reputation, he will not be around in the entire martial arts world in the future. a place.
"Wu Yazi, you despicable and shameless villain!"
"Is Wu Yazi a despicable villain, or are you a despicable villain?" Chu Pingsheng glanced at him and saw Looking at the lost Abi, she said: "I have warned you a long time ago not to make small moves under my nose. I told you and Duan Yu that the key to cracking the Zhenlong chess game is to put yourself to death and survive. Unfortunately, I You were not there when I made up my mind to repay my kindness and save my life.” People were confused when they heard it.
Duan Yanqing came to his senses first and ventriloquised: "You mean... Murong Fu was able to crack Zhenlong's chess game because she leaked your conversation with Duan Yu?"
"That's right."
“This is... cleverness is mistaken for cleverness.”
When Murong Fu gave the maid to Monk Kong Kong, the four villains were all present. With Duan Yanqing’s mind, he could naturally guess To Abi's thoughts.
Mu Wanqing also understood, thinking about Abi’s words urging the monk to save Duan Yu, and then looked at Murong Bo: “So... you captured Duan Yu in order to delay Monk Kong from entering the valley so that Murong Let's buy some time, I... I'll kill you, this bitch."
She raised her sword and stabbed hard.
Chu Pingsheng flicked his index finger, and a pebble fell out of Mu Wanqing's sword.
“What are you doing!”
“It’s my turn to kill her, is it your turn?”
“You...”
Mu Wanqing bit her teeth, filled with humiliation. Thinking about this period of time, ever since she met Monk Kong, she had been walking further and further down the road of deflation. In the past, those men who dared to be so angry with her would have been cut off. Tongue, or be killed by her.
"Hmph, you are talking about repaying a favor. I think you deliberately dug a hole for Fu'er to jump in. I hunt geese all day long, but I didn't expect that a house bird pecked my eye today." Murong Bo's face was gloomy. A reverse eight-character pattern on Yintang is clearly visible.
He has always played tricks on others. Unexpectedly, the father and son were played by a young monk. If you say you are not angry, you are lying. It is just that I can control my emotions better. .
Chu Pingsheng sneered and said: "Murong Bo, you have done so many things behind your back, is it possible that you don't even know about the Beiming Shen Gong and Lingbo Weibu of the Xiaoyao sect? The scroll recording the secrets of martial arts. I found it in the Langhuan Paradise in Wuliang Mountain in Dali, and Langhuan Paradise is Wu Yazi’s secluded place. I have benefited from him, and now I can give him a favor. Is there any problem with this?”
This? Of course he didn't mean what he said. What was he here to do? Here to cause trouble!
Wu Yazi's inheritance is very tempting to Murong Fu, Duan Yanqing and others, but it is not that important to him. If he wants skills, he can recruit a few more middle-level masters to get Wu Yazi's share.
After practicing the Yi Jin Jing, what he needs is the sublimation of quality like the fusion of the nine yang and nine yin true energy masses in the lower dantian, not just an increase in quantity, not to mention that he is not willing to Get yourself a master.
In addition, once Wu Yazi dies, only Li Qiu Shui and Wu Xingyun are left to quarrel with each other, how fun is it? It would be fun to put these three people together and watch the brothers and sisters with an average age of 90+ play in the Shura field.
But as far as the current situation is concerned, of course I can't tell my true thoughts.
The onlookers around were talking a lot.
"There is no problem, there is indeed no problem."
"The empty monk who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors has such a good intention? Why... I don't believe it?"
"Such nonsense, that's all. You believe it."
"If it is a lie, it means that he deliberately framed Murong Fu. But with his martial arts, it is not difficult to kill Murong Fu. Why did he go to all the trouble to do this? Why are you looking for trouble for yourself?”
“This...”
There is a rumor in the world that Monk Kong uses the method of transforming gong. Some people speculate that he has a close relationship with Ding Chunqiu. Today, it turns out that the two parties are enemies rather than friends. It turns out that Monk Kong uses the Beiming Divine Skill of the Xiaoyao sect instead of the method of transforming gong.
“You!”
Murong Bo was so angry that his back molars hurt, and he worked hard to suppress the dryness in his heart.
For a hero like him, if he loses in the game, he loses, he admits, but the problem is that this shameless guy, Monk Kong, insists on creating a situation where he acts normally, Murong and his son are smart and pure. The situation of fools comes to ridicule and tease them.
Now he knows why those people who have been persecuted by Monk Kong gnash their teeth with hatred when mentioning this name.
"Aren't you afraid that I will really kill Duan Yu?"
"Okay, originally I wanted to help Prince Yanqing regain his mastery, but how to deal with Duan Yu is a headache. You kill him with one knife. It also saves me, the master, trouble."
Murong Bo was going crazy with him.
You can’t fight again and again, and you can’t do conspiracy and calculation. It’s so disgusting!
Everyone was watching the joke between Murong and his son, and some even felt that compared to Murong Fu, Ding Chunqiu was not so miserable.
"Ah..."
Everyone's attention was on their father and ignored Murong Fu. After listening to what Chu Pingsheng said, he suddenly raised the long sword he had just used to chop and chop, and went to Wipe it off your own neck.
Because Murong Fu had his back to Murong Bo, when I woke up, it was already too late to save him.
A wisp of blood flew up with the sword.
Blinking and looking again, the long sword had already fallen to the ground. Murong Fu covered his right hand and panted. There was a blood mark on his left neck. Fortunately, it was not deep and did not cut the artery. "Monk, what are you doing!"
Others were also full of doubts. They couldn't figure out why Monk Kong saved Murong Fu. From his point of view, shouldn't he just sit back and watch this guy who kept making little moves die?
"Bei Qiao, Feng Nan Murong... the former went from being the respected leader of the Beggar Clan to a Khitan dog breed, and he didn't even commit suicide in despair. Look at you again, tut tut tut..."
"Can I be the same as him? His martial arts are still there, but mine are gone. Now I am a useless person, a useless person!"
"Amitabha." Chu Pingsheng said the Buddha's name softly and walked slowly: " Originally, I wanted to help Senior Brother Wu Yazi wipe his butt, but looking at you, even if there is a way to restore your martial arts, it would be a waste of energy."
Can Monk Kong restore Murong Fu's abolished martial arts?
Public opinion on the scene reached a climax again.
Everyone looked at him intently, thinking that they heard wrong. Murong Bo did the same. After living for decades, he had never heard of anyone who could recover quickly after his martial arts was abolished.
Abi said: "Please, help him."
"Are you begging me? Is this a begging gesture?"
When Abi heard this, she seemed to be grabbing the last straw. She quickly stepped forward, threw herself in front of Chu Pingsheng, hugged his legs, looked up and begged with red eyes.
"I will never dare to do it again. I just ask you to help him this time. From now on, I will serve you wholeheartedly. I can do anything you ask me to do. Please, I beg you." You..."
Abi let go of her hand and kowtowed again. She kowtowed until her hair was scattered and the skin on her forehead was torn. She was such a pretty girl, but now she looked like a madman.
"I swear, I swear...if I ever do anything wrong to you again and have second thoughts, I am willing to be struck by five thunders and fall into hell forever."
She explained the solution to Zhenlong's chess game He told Murong Fu that he wanted to help his son, but who knew that things would turn out like this in the end. Not only did Murong Fu fail to obtain the inheritance from the Xiaoyao Sect, but he also lost his own martial arts, and then gave up on himself and committed suicide.
There is no doubt that she is responsible for this, and she is the main responsibility.
Now that Monk Kong said that he could restore Murong Fu's martial arts, she must seize the opportunity at all costs to make up for her mistakes.
Chu Pingsheng looked at her with disdain for a moment, then looked at Murong Bo, slowly twirled the beads, and said softly: "Where is Duan Yu?"
"You don't care about his life or death? ”
“I have already used the Yi Jin Jing, and there is a living sword manual for the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Maybe I can sell two of them and make a deal with the National Master.”
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When Chu Pingsheng said this, he glanced at Mu Wanqing lightly.
The curtain covered her face, so no change in expression could be seen, but judging from the sudden retreat, her mood swings should be very large.
Now she knows why Monk Kong agreed to save Duan Yu when they were at the foot of the mountain, but didn't chase him on the other side, because everything was under his control.
As long as Murong Bo hands over the person, he will have fulfilled the contract. Looking at the price for her...
Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and bowed slightly: "Amitabha, the young monk is looking forward to it very much."
Murong Bo snorted coldly and cursed Jiumozhi in his heart. He jumped up and returned to the rock mass where he had been hiding. When he returned to the field, he caught someone under his arm. He was not the son of King Zhennan of Dali. Duan Yu.
“Give it back to you.”
Murong Bo pushed with his palm, and Duan Yu flew away in the air. Chu Pingsheng casually guided him, and the cheap disciple fell steadily behind him.
"You will indeed change your mind."
Chu Pingsheng was too lazy to talk nonsense to him: "The last condition."
"Don't push yourself too far!"
"A'Zhu."
Wang Yuyan looked at Murong Bo with a smile: "Uncle..."
She wanted to say no, but she didn't want to. It is very clear that this fake niece of hers is not qualified to interfere with the affairs of Shenhe Village.
Gong Yegan relied on the fact that he was a veteran of the Murong family, cupped his fists and said, "Master, think twice."
Murong Bo looked around, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll give A'Zhu to you too."
Now that things have happened, does he still have a choice? Ruining his son's life for a maid?
Chu Pingsheng said: "That's it."
(End of this chapter)