Chapter 518

"Mr. Murong, so you... So you..." Jiu Mozhi was shocked. Rao had been practicing meditation for decades. However, he was still stunned and incoherent when he saw an old man who should have died for 30 years standing in front of him.

He Xie said with a smile: "I'm very pleased that the style of the Ming king is still the same. I just didn't expect that you and I would meet again in such a situation. It's really sad. "

At this time, Jiu Mozhi recovered from his shock. He didn't blush, but looked up and laughed. "All the books here come from all the major sects in the Wulin. Why would it hurt the elegance if I just borrowed them?"

After a pause, Jiu Mozhi smiled and said: "if I remember correctly, this doesn't seem to be the return water Pavilion of your house. How can you, Mr. Murong..."

"Why doesn't the Ming King know that the late villa leader of mantuo villa is my wife and brother?" He Xie said with a smile, "all the martial arts classics in langhuan jade cave come from the secret collection of Xiaoyao sect. There are three unique skills of the town school of the Xiaoyao sect. The first is the northern Ming divine skill, the second is the eight wasteland and Six Harmonies self-respect skill, and the third is the little Wuxiang skill cultivated by the Ming king. "

When Jiu Mozhi heard the speech, his face suddenly changed and couldn't help but say, "did the little Wuxiang skill given to the monk by Mr. that year come from here?"

He Xie smiled and looked at Jiu Mozhi, neither admitting nor denying it.

He deliberately made a vague statement about xiaowuxianggong, because he didn't know how jiumozhi got this martial arts. Now jiumozhi himself admits that there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

"The best treasure in the jade cave of langhuan has been obtained by the Ming king," He Xie said with a smile. "The rest are vulgar miscellaneous books. If you don't read them, what does the Ming King think?"

Jiumozhi's face stagnated, and he immediately laughed, and his hands folded together. "What Mr. Murong said is that the little monk stayed here for many days and found that most of the martial arts here are really ugly. Thank Mr. Murong for his advice. In that case, the little monk won't spend his time here."

Having said that, Jiu Mozhi looked positive and said sincerely, "Mr. Murong, when I said goodbye, I soon heard that Mr. Murong died of illness. The little monk was very distressed. I didn't think that Mr. Murong pretended to be dead and lived in seclusion. It's like a separated world to meet again today!"

After paying homage to him, Jiu Mozhi continued: "little monk, I got a gift from my husband, gave advice carefully, and practiced hard for more than 20 years before I can achieve today's results. Mr. grace is equal to rebirth. The little monk has always kept it in mind and dare not forget it all the time! "

These words were very sincere and seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. It seems that jiumozhi is really grateful to murongbo and has always wanted to repay his kindness.

How does that work? You have to correct it!

He Xie nodded happily: "the Ming king has a heart."

"I heard that my husband commented on the sword technique in the world and thought that Dali's six pulse divine sword should be the first in the world. It's a pity that I didn't see it." Jiu Mozhi then said, "for Mr. Da's wish, I personally went to Dali Tianlong temple to borrow the sword spectrum a few days ago, but it's a pity..."

When Hatoyama Chi said this, his eyes could not help showing fear. Even after a month, Hatoyama Chi was still cold when he Xie thought of his sword.

He Xie deliberately asked, "what a pity?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not good at learning. I lost a move and returned without success, which makes me regret." Hatoyama shook his head with a sigh.

After a pause, he looked at He Xie and asked, "Mr. Murong, have you ever heard of a sword technique called evil spirit sword?"

He Xie "shrugged and changed color", and lost his voice: "the first sword in the world? Has the Ming King seen the descendant of the evil ward sword? "

Jiumo Zhi's eyes flashed and hurriedly said, "Mr. Murong also thinks that the evil spirit sword is the first sword in the world?"

He Xie nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice: "good! This sword appeared suddenly in the Jianghu a hundred years ago, and then floated away. It was like a flying goose stepping on snow and mud. After the earth shaking, there was no news again. Even I have only heard its legend and have never seen it with my own eyes. Even I once doubted whether there is a magic sword to ward off evil spirits in the world. "

He paused and looked at Hatoyama Chi: "this is a sword technique from hell. It shouldn't exist in the world at all. Whether this sword ever existed or not has always been a mystery. Therefore, I never mentioned this sword when I discussed martial arts with the Ming king. "

Jiu Mozhi listened to He Xie's tone full of prudence and fear. He nodded deeply with the same feeling and said, "the evil spirit sword... Really shouldn't be the sword technique in the world."

"To be honest, the reason why the little monk returned without success in Tianlong temple is that he met the descendant of the evil spirit sword." Jiumo Zhi said solemnly, "although I defeated everyone in Tianlong temple, I finally lost to this person. I finally saw the style of the best sword in the world."

He Xie pretended to be surprised and said, "it is said that all the people who have seen the magic sword to ward off evil spirits have died. I don't want the Ming king to lose a move under this sword. I'm afraid the Ming King's martial arts are beyond my reach now. After all, if I face the legendary evil sword, I'm not sure I'll survive. "

Jiumo Zhi's face remained unchanged, his hands folded and said, "ashamed, ashamed!"

He Xie was amused and deliberately pondered a little. He said: "I actually heard that the evil ward sword reappeared in the Jianghu in front of the Ming king. It's a unique thing. Since the Ming king knows the descendant of the evil ward sword and has fought with him, it's best."

"Oh?" Hatoyama's expression moved. "What can I do for you, sir, but it doesn't hurt to say."

"I don't deserve the order. I'm just asking the Ming king for help." He Yidao said, "the Ming king should know that I have a son with a single name and a compound word."

"South Murong, North Qiaofeng, who doesn't know and who doesn't know in Wulin?" Hatoyama Chi smiled, "your son has become famous in the Jianghu since he was only a few years old. It's really gratifying. Mr. Murong has successors."

"The little dog has no form, but he has a thin name. He has been addicted to his false name. Over the years, he is afraid of his martial arts. If he doesn't advance, he will retreat. He is really an evil son!" He Xie had a sad look on his old father's face.

Murong Fu, Dad loves you

Jiumozhi smiled: "Mr. Murong wants his son to be a dragon. He's afraid he's a little harsh on Linglang. Even if the little monk is far away in Tubo, he's heard of your name."

After a pause, he asked, "does what Mr. Fei entrusted have something to do with your son?"

"Good!" He Xie looked at Jiu Mozhi with bright eyes. "I have two things to trust. I always know that the Ming king is committed to justice. I think the Ming king will not disappoint me."

"Mr. Murong, please go ahead," said Mr. Hatoyama

He Xie smiled in his heart, and the little dove was not stupid, but agreed first.