The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 92
"How could this be?"

The three of Shenhezhuang looked at the empty coffin, their eyes turned from anger to shock, and they shouted in unison.

Murong Bo, who had died 30 years ago, had no bones in the coffin. This scene not only shocked the three people in Shenhe Village, but even the two Cui Guo who came with them were dumbfounded.

Looking at the empty coffin under his feet, Jiumozhi also felt that his brain was a bit out of control, although he had some bad intentions to capture Duan Yu and come here, but he did have some gratitude to Murong Bo in his heart.

After all, when the two met each other back then, Murong Bo did not hide any secrets from teaching several of Shaolin's 72 unique skills. With gratitude, Jiumozhi agreed to obtain the Six Meridians Sword of Dali for Murong Bo.

Looking at the dazed Jiumozhi, Song Xing said: "Since Murong Bo is not dead, King Ming doesn't need to worship him."

Jiumozhi nodded blankly, calmed down and said: "That's right, I thought Mr. Murong was dead, but who would have thought that the old man is still here, it's really gratifying."

Turning to look at A'Zhu and the others, he asked, "Can I tell you the whereabouts of Mr. Murong?"

A'Zhu shook his head in some confusion: "How could this be? Master Murong has obviously passed away for many years. Why did it happen? Even Young Master Murong didn't know about it."

Jiumozhi stared carefully at A'Zhu and Gongye, seeing the shock on their faces did not seem to be fake, he was also a little confused, he never thought about Murong Bo's fraudulent death, even his own son was hidden back then.

Since Murong Bo is not dead, the matter of offering sacrifices is naturally off the table. Jiumozhi doesn't know what Murong Bo is planning secretly, but he instinctively thinks of the Shaolin unique skills he taught him back then, and a shadow flashes in his heart.

"Since the old Mr. Murong has not passed away, the monk will come to visit another day."

Knowing that Murong Bo is not dead, Jiumozhi suddenly felt like a thorn in his back, always feeling that there are two dark eyes in Shenhe Manor, staring at him secretly.

Coupled with the unfathomable Song Xing next to him, Jiumozhi decided to leave first, and then look for opportunities to enter the Huanshishui Pavilion.

Just when Jiumozhi picked up Duan Yu and was about to leave, Song Xing stepped in front of him.

Jiumozhi's expression darkened suddenly: "What does the benefactor stop the little monk, what does it mean?"

Song Xing pointed to Duan Yu, and said: "If King Ming wants to leave, please do so, but this Mr. Duan, you want to stay."

Jiumozhi narrowed his eyes: "What if the little monk is unwilling?"

Song Xingdao: "Then I will come and get it myself."

Jiumozhi was furious, and repeatedly flicked his right hand towards Song Xing in the air: "Then let's see how much you weigh!"

Shaolin 72 stunts, no phase finger!
Facing Jiumozhi's sudden killer, Song Xing's body suddenly spun on the spot like a top. Gang Jin bounced off, blasting several shallow craters on the ground.

Without waiting for Jiumozhi to change his moves, Song Xing stepped forward and made a lunge.

With just one movement, Jiumozhi felt that it was not a person who was rushing towards him, but a golden-winged roc that soared ninety thousand miles, with the ferocity of slaying prey in the wild, and hit him directly in the chest.

Jiumozhi didn't expect that Song Xing's just an ordinary grab was so ferocious to such an extent that it was overwhelming and unavoidable.

Jiumozhi's complexion changed, he planned to follow Wuxiang Jie with his finger, but before Song Xing's fierce slaying, he had no chance to make a move, so he had to retreat quickly, stretching his movements to the extreme, barely avoiding Song Xing Do this ghostly pounce.

If he missed a move, Song Xing's footsteps changed, following Jiumozhi's retreating pace, his palms changed again, originally a grab from top to bottom, from palms to fists, the incomparably fierce twelve stirrup punches in the red fist, Taking advantage of the situation, it hit Jiumozhi's blocking arm.

boom!
There seemed to be a whirlwind blowing in the small Qinyun Xiaozhu, and the belated sound of explosions in the air rang in everyone's ears.

"Oops!"

The moment he blocked Song Xing's punch, Jiumozhi was startled, and then a terrifying explosive force came from his arm, smashing his body's protective energy forcefully, and knocking him back a few steps.

Song Xing gained power and was relentless. Amidst the roar of his muscles and bones, his whole body's momentum surged. When he punched, the air in front of him had the illusion of being pumped, and he punched Jiumozhi again.

Jiumozhi's body froze, and then gathered the power of the flame knife, and waved his palms at Song Xing again and again, seven invisible sword qi slashed at Song Xing's fist.

The Flaming Saber has been cultivated to the extreme, and can instantly cut out nine invisible sword strengths to injure the enemy. Although Jiumozhi has only cultivated seven sword strengths, he is already an invincible opponent in Tubo.

Facing the blade strength of the Flame Saber, Song Xing's fist, which was so fast that he could not see clearly, accelerated again, and the terrifying strength burst out from Song Xing's fist, instantly destroying the first six blade strengths.

Then without waiting for Jiumozhi to change his stance, Song Xing wrapped his sleeves and hands and collapsed the last saber force, Song Xing's incomparably tyrannical body resisted the scattered saber energy, rushed to Jiumozhi, raised his hand and smashed it down.

Appear in the clouds, King Kong folds his arms!
Stretching out his arms to block Jiumozhi who was slammed by Song Xing just now, his face turned pale immediately, his body swayed, but he resisted not to retreat, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes looking at Song Xing.

Seeing that Song Xing was about to attack again, Jiumozhi put his palms together suddenly, and said solemnly, "The benefactor is very skillful, the monk lost, and I underestimated the heroes of the world in the past. I never thought that there would be such an extraordinary person as the benefactor in Jiangnan."

"The 30-year-old monk has achieved minor success in martial arts. He swept Tubo with a flame knife in one hand. With his martial arts skills, there are only a few who can achieve it in the world. Today, I know that there are people beyond the world. Since I accidentally lost a move, I am willing to gamble and admit defeat."

"Since old Mr. Murong is not dead, Mr. Duan naturally does not need to sacrifice. I will leave it to Your Excellency now. Your martial arts are rare in this world. I hope to have the opportunity to fight against Your Excellency in the future."

After Jiumozhi finished speaking, without waiting for Song Xing to respond, he clasped his palms together and bowed again, smiling like an eminent monk, nodding to everyone present, ignoring Song Xing's mocking eyes, and walked out of Shenhezhuang slowly.

"Although this great monk has a domineering style, he can still afford to lose."

The demeanor shown by Jiumozhi before leaving made the impression of Jiumozhi slightly changed in the hearts of everyone present except Song Xing.

The few people didn't see it, after Jiumozhi walked out of the gate of Shenhezhuang slowly, his face turned pale, he couldn't hold back anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell on the ground in front of him.

There was a look of lingering fear on Baoxiang's solemn face: "What a profound internal strength, obviously so young, and the cultivation of internal strength is even higher than that of Duan Xiaozi, it is simply terrifying."

"Fortunately, Buddha, I reacted quickly and didn't let him see through," Jiumozhi thought to himself, "No, I can't stay near Shenhezhuang, first find a place to heal my injuries, and then look for an opportunity to enter the Huanshishui Pavilion. This person's martial arts are too high. Can only be outsmarted."

Thinking of this, Jiumozhi cheered up his originally depressed mood, swept up a handful of dust under his feet, covered the blood on the ground, raised his eyes to choose a direction, and disappeared in a few dodges.

In Shenhe Manor, Duan Yu saw that Jiumozhi had finally left and he was saved, he went up to thank Song Xing overjoyed, Song Xing said that as a head catcher, he naturally couldn't see someone committing murder in front of him.

Song Xing said to Cui Guo and the two of them: "Two, according to the information from the Six Doors, Murong Fu did not leave Gusu when the head of Ke was killed, so the one who killed the head of Ke was probably Murong Bo. "

Cui Guo and the two came to Shenhezhuang to take revenge with the intention of dying, but they didn't expect that things would turn out to be twists and turns, and before the right owner was found, they encountered Murong Bo's conspiracy to fake death.

Song Xing said: "Murong Bo committed a murder case, the six gates will naturally issue a warrant to arrest him, and please follow me back to the six gates to be a witness."

Seeing Song Xing being so polite, Cui Baiquan was a little flattered, and was really shocked by his shocking skills, so he nodded in agreement.

So Song Xing ordered Wusu to bring Bao BuTong and Gong Yeqian back to the Six Gates, and release them after Murong Fu proved himself innocent.

As for Duan Yu, after he was freed, he seemed to be afraid that the Song Dynasty government would know his identity and send him back, so he stayed in Shenhe Village with an excuse.

Song Xing was not reluctant, took the others and returned to Gusu by boat.

As soon as he left Taihu Lake, he met people from six doors, saying that Lu Huiqing urgently summoned him back to Gusu to discuss important matters.

(End of this chapter)