northernbook Chapter 82 Do you know that Murong Bo is not dead?
Chapter 82 Do you know that Murong Bo is not dead?
Chapter 82 Do you know that Murong Bo is not dead?
shhhhhh!
The sound of piercing the sky resounded again and again, and in the eyes of everyone, Jiumozhi's face became more and more red.
It is extremely insulting to use my two most proud top skills, but now I am being suppressed by others.
He thought that he could be regarded as a top expert when he arrived in the Central Plains, but he did not expect to encounter such a scene.
Tell you to be crazy again?
Su Daochen sneered disdainfully in his heart, and the speed of his shots became faster and faster, but after a while, Jiumozhi backed up again and again amidst the shadows of palms flying, and spit out a mouthful of bright red blood from his mouth.
After a successful blow, Su Daochen didn't step forward again, he smiled softly and said: "How about it, King Ming, we both use the same moves, but you are not as good as me."
Jiumozhi's face was bruised and purple, he was silent for a moment, sighed: "The young monk lost, his skill is not good, the martial arts of the young master is far above mine.
It seems that I came here to seek the sword scriptures, but I am just asking for shame. What do you want, son? "
You can't beat it, and depending on the situation, you can't run away.
He knew that the person in front of him was far from using his full strength, after all, he did.Although the martial arts he uses is his own unique skill, it can be seen that this person uses it quite sloppily.
Obviously just getting started.
If this person uses a unique technique that he is not familiar with, he may not be able to resist a few moves and lose.
"What did you mean just now that you came to Tianlong Temple to obtain the sword scriptures for the Murong family in Gusu?"
Su Daochen looked at him with a gloomy gaze, and said.
Jiumozhi was puzzled, nodded, and said, "Old Mr. Murong is a close friend of this little monk."
Su Daochen smiled lightly, and said, "Then do you know that the old gentleman from Murong's family is still alive?"
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
Su Daochen's words made Jiumozhi a little dazed, and he immediately came to his senses and hastily denied it.
You know, back then, he had personally witnessed Murong Bo's burial.
He watched his body being put into such a coffin with his own eyes, and now the person in front of him told him that Murong Bo was not dead?
How is this possible, how is it possible?
Nonsense, must be nonsense.
Aside, several eminent monks of Tianlong Temple were also stunned, they had heard about the reputation of Mr. Murong in the past, and they often lamented that this world-renowned master died young, which is really a great pity in the martial arts world.
Now, Su Daochen said that this person is not dead, and deep down in their hearts, they don't believe it either.
But...seeing how confident he looks now, I can't help but feel a little doubtful in my heart. Such a master naturally has his own demeanor, and he doesn't look like he can lie.
Of course, even though it is suspicion, it is only a little bit, not too much.
"Why...you don't believe it?"
There was a smile on the corner of Su Daochen's mouth, but there was some mockery in his eyes, "Then I'll tell you right now, Murong Bo is hiding in Shaolin Temple.
Otherwise... Where do you think the 72 stunts you learned came from? "
"This……"
Jiumozhi groaned for a while, but his face was still full of doubts, but it could be seen that he was already a little shaken.
Seeing this, Su Daochen added another sentence, "Master Ming, have you ever felt the dryness and heat in the dantian recently, and the operation of internal force has become extremely difficult."
As soon as these words came out, Jiumozhi's face was shocked, and he couldn't help thinking: "How does this person know?"
It is indeed as he said, since he practiced the 72 unique skills, sometimes his whole body becomes extremely uncomfortable, and the symptoms are exactly the same as this person said.
However, he thought that in the martial arts, it is normal for people who practice other schools of martial arts to have such symptoms of obsession. With his own martial arts attainments, it is easy to suppress it, and it will not have such a serious impact.
But this matter is the biggest secret in his heart, most people will never know it, but he seems to have seen it with his own eyes.
For a moment, cold sweat oozed from Jiumozhi's forehead, and his heart was also beating thumpingly.
Without waiting for him to ask, Su Daochen said again: "Do you know why this is?
Because ah, although this Shaolin school martial arts is powerful, it also has disadvantages.
Shaolin's 72 unique skills, the use of each one actually has its own inner strength method, and only by cooperating with this inner strength can the unique power of this unique skill be exerted.
King Ming, although you, because you practice my Xiaoyao sect's Xiao Wuxiang Gong, can combine 72 unique skills without conflicting with each other, the disadvantages are also extremely obvious.
Above the unique skills of Shaolin Temple, in fact, every school has a hostility. If this hostility is not resolved by Buddhism, it will suffer from it in the long run, just like King Ming today.
In the past, there was a divine monk in Shaolin, Master Xuan Cheng, who also possessed 13 unique skills in Shaolin.
But so what, this holy monk still went crazy overnight and his meridians were severed.
This is the reason why he has practiced too much unique knowledge, but there is no corresponding Dharma.
Ming Wang, if you don't rein in the precipice, you may end up like this in the future. "
The more Su Daochen said, the more startled Jiumozhi became. From a rational point of view, he did not believe these words. How could this young man know the hidden dangers of Shaolin Temple's unique learning.
But vaguely, he believed it a little bit, and he probably knew that it was precisely because of this reason that he appeared in this situation.
For a moment, Jiumozhi was very complicated, he said: "No way, Mr. Murong didn't know about this, he just hit it off with this little monk, so he gave away his unique knowledge."
"Do you believe this?" Su Daochen said: "He gave you Shaolin's unique skills, but you haven't practiced it yourself?
Knowing that this unique skill has hidden dangers, he also gave it to King Ming, while pretending to die and leave, hiding in Shaolin Temple, think about it, why? "
As soon as these words came out, Jiumozhi's face immediately turned livid, and a hint of anger rose in his heart.
He believed everything Su Daochen said.
In the past, when Murong Bo bestowed his unique knowledge on him, it was not that he did not suspect that this person was uneasy and kind.
However, the greed for martial arts in my heart still overwhelmed my worries, and I accepted this unique learning in its entirety.
In the following many years, every time he mastered a unique skill, he felt a little more grateful to Murong Bo, and the worries in the past have long been forgotten.
Even, even though he came to Tianlong Temple now, although he has his own thoughts, he may not be without a trace of sincerity.
He really thought about burning a copy of the secret book in front of Murong Bo's grave after he had read the Six Meridians Sword Sutra, so as to fulfill his wish when he was alive.
I never thought that when I treat people sincerely, I will be plotted against them.
"Duke Ming must have understood."
Su Daochen smiled and said.
"After Murong Bo stole his unique knowledge, he was also afraid of hidden dangers, so he used you as an experiment, master."
"This kind of thief is really hateful."
Jiumo Zhidao, with his obsession with the way of martial arts, is absolutely unacceptable. Like that Shaolin Xuancheng, his meridians have been broken and he has become a useless person.
And Murong Bo who did this, in his heart, is no different from the enemy who killed his father and mother.
(End of this chapter)