Chapter 22

Just then, a loud voice came from the Taihu Lake outside the window: "Jiu Mozhi, the national teacher of Tubo and the first seat of Dalun temple in the snow mountain, came to visit Murong's old friends. Why don't you show up and meet them when you're far away."

Mu Qingxiao's eyes flashed a trace of confusion. Jiu Mozhi finally came. It's worth waiting for him for so long.

Jiumo is intelligent, never forgetful, obsessed with martial arts and complacent about the secret religion of Tubo. After the guru of Ningma sect taught him the "flame knife" skill, he swept up the underworld religion in Tubo and shocked the western border. His skills and knowledge have reached the level of a guru, with great wisdom and proficient in Buddhism. He opens a forum to preach Scriptures every five years.

Later, he made friends with his cheap father, Murong Bo, and exchanged the practice formula of "flame knife" to learn the unique skills of Shaolin school.

Jiu Mozhi is arrogant and conceited. He is obsessed with martial arts and enthusiastically pursues the highest martial arts. On the surface, Jiu Mozhi is peaceful and friendly. In fact, he is insidious and treacherous in his heart. He does everything he can to achieve his goal, and has repeatedly carried out sneak attacks and conspiracies.

As the Dharma king of Tubo, Jiu Mozhi wholeheartedly worked for the country. He resolutely went to Dali alone in an attempt to snatch the secret of the six pulse divine sword Sutra that Dali did not pass on, and showed "no phase robbing finger", "picking flower finger" and "Duoluo leaf finger" to shock the monks.

With one's own strength, the "flame knife" challenged the six pulse divine sword jointly used by the monks of Tianlong temple, triggering a battle of invisible swords.

Unfortunately, the destruction of the sword spectrum made Jiu Mozhi hate Tianlong temple. Jiu Mozhi captured Dali Baoding emperor Duan Zhengming as a hostage. Prince Duan Yu was in a hurry. Finally, the flame sword was defeated by the six pulse divine sword, but Duan Yu was captured by Jiu Mozhi.

Mu Qingxiao and others looked around and saw a boat on the lake in the distance.

On the boat, a monk in a yellow robe was less than 50 years old. His cloth clothes and sandals were by no means different, but his face was elated, and there seemed to be a flow of treasure light. In his hand, he also carried a boy dressed as a childe.

Mu Qingxiao knew that Jiu Mozhi captured Duan Yu alive and came to cremate Duan Yu with the living six pulse divine sword manual. His main purpose was to go to Huanshi pavilion to read the Wulin secret script hidden by Murong family.

Duan Yu is also caught. He needs to start with him if he wants the six pulse divine sword. Although Jiu Mozhi is also a master, mu Qingxiao is not afraid.

Mu Qingxiao said with a strong internal force of yin and Yang: "it's a guest from afar. Suzhou Murong is here."

As soon as his voice came out, Jiu Mozhi on the lake looked happy. He controlled the boat with his internal force and galloped towards the Qinyun building. The boat stopped steadily in front of the Qinyun building. Jiu Mozhi strode ashore with Duan Yu and walked straight.

"This box is polite. Jiu Mozhi came to visit old Murong friends. I don't know where old Mr. Murong Bo is?"

Mu Qingxiao sighed, "my father is dead. I'm Murong Fu."

Hearing the speech, Jiu Mozhi was shocked and overwhelmed with grief: "how is this possible? Mr. murongbo and I also wielded the martial arts of the world many years ago, but we didn't expect that after many years, yin and yang are separated, which is really regrettable..."

Mu Qingxiao sneered in his heart. This jiumo Zhizhen NIMA can pretend. If I hadn't been familiar with the plot, I would have been cheated by you. It's hard to put it in modern times without an Oscar.

Then Duan Yu, whose eyes fell to one side, really had a good skin bag. He was very handsome and had a taste of cream.

Mu Qingxiao is looking at Duan Yu, wondering how to get the six pulse divine sword, while Duan Yu's eyes are staring at Wang Yuyan and whispering, "fairy sister!"

Wang Yuyan sat beside mu Qingxiao. Mei Mou looked at Duan Yu in surprise and said, "how can this little childe always stare at himself? I hope my cousin won't be angry."

After a sad moment, Jiu Mozhi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and threw Duan Yu in front of Mu Qingxiao: "although my old friend has gone, I had a word with master murongbo. I have obtained the six pulse divine sword manual for him, and he allowed me to enter huanshishui pavilion to read Scriptures for a few days."

"The old monk has always heard that the return water Pavilion of Murong family is a collection of martial arts in the world. It is known as the Sutra Pavilion in the world. There are countless wonderful skills and scriptures, even more comprehensive and complete than the original owner of martial arts. Can I borrow the old monk?"

Hearing the speech, mu Qingxiao had a plan in his heart. Jiu Mozhi is the national teacher of Tubo. It would be easier to restore the country and become emperor with his help, but he is cunning and difficult to deal with.

Mu Qingxiao shook his head and said, "master came all the way from the snow mountain to exchange chengruo with my father. Murong should be grateful, but my father has died for decades. Without proof, Murong Fu doesn't know whether what you said is true or false."

Jiumo Zhi was stunned and hurriedly said, "what the old monk said is true, but there is half a false word. It taught me to suffer from the suffering of the abyss and hell, and there will be no reincarnation forever!"

Mu Qingxiao frowned and said, "of course, Murong believes what the master said, but..."

Seeing that mu Qingxiao was so embarrassed, Jiu Mozhi's face sank: "childe Murong, I didn't hesitate to offend Dali monarchs and officials. I was alone and defeated the eminent monk of Tianlong temple before I caught the six pulse divine sword spectrum. There's no need to say more about the difficulties."

"Today, if you don't allow the old monk to return to the Shishui Pavilion, but you were born as the son of old Mr. murongbo, you should fulfill your promise for old Mr. murongbo, otherwise don't blame jiumozhi for his rudeness."

Mu Qingxiao was deep in thought. Although he was confident in his strength, he was not stupid enough to offend a master level master. Moreover, the task of restoring the country to the emperor still needed the help of Jiu Mozhi.

An old man and a young man, two foxes were secretly calculating in their hearts.

"I finally fulfilled your father's promise. Although he is dead, my happiness and suffering can't be wasted. Whether you want this six pulse divine sword or not, I must go to the Shishui pavilion to read it today."

Mu Qingxiao sighed, "it's not impossible for you to read scriptures in the return water Pavilion, but..."

When Jiu Mozhi was in Taihu Lake, he felt that Murong Fu's internal force was very soft. This control was incredible. He knew that nanmurong's reputation was indeed true.

Although he threatened to export just now, he also secretly regretted it. After all, this is on the territory of Murong family. When he heard mu Qingxiao relax, he immediately smiled and said, "master Murong, if you have anything, you can say it straight. The old monk likes to talk quickly. That's what old Mr. Murong Bo was like at the beginning. The old monk was willing to make friends with him."

Mu Qingxiao smiled and said, "Murong is worried about the Jianghu. My Murong family is in trouble recently. The death of xuanbei in Dali Shenjie temple and the death of Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the beggars' sect are all attributed to my aunt Murong, which makes me speechless and confused."

"I think there must be a traitor framed me secretly. Murong is really hard to sleep and eat!"

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