Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 165 I want to be your godfather

Half an hour later.

Chu Pingsheng repeatedly confirmed that the atrophied and blocked meridians in the body had been repaired, and it was even a blessing in disguise. Under the harmonious environment of yin and yang, the Ren and Du meridians were successfully connected, and his power was greatly increased, so he collected his power, exhaled, and put on his clothes.

In the current extinction situation, even without the help of Yitian Sword, Kong Wen, the master of Shaolin Temple, is no longer her opponent.

Because the effect of Qijue Wuyingsha was still there, Chu Pingsheng was not worried that she would hurt him, and he opened her acupuncture points with a single finger.

After regaining some ability to move, Miejie glanced at him with a malicious look. He didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly rushed forward, picked up the Yitian Sword that was thrown on the ground, pulled out the sword and wiped it against his neck.

Chu Pingsheng had quick eyes and quick hands, and slapped her wrist with his palm.

Clang.

The Yitian Sword fell to the ground.

"Dog thief, why don't you let me die?" Jue Jue touched his eyebrows that he had trimmed with a knife after he was done, with a vicious look on his face: "It is a shame for the Condor Man to have a descendant like you."

This time no one stopped her, she threw it away on her own initiative.

"You don't want others to know about it and ruin the reputation of Buddhism, and I don't want others to know about it and ruin the reputation of our ancestors. So you know about it, I know about it, God knows about it, and no one else knows about it."

"Why are you panicking? Master just lost his strength. The masked man was hit by Master's move and the Buddha's light shines all over him. He has already escaped through the window. By the way, where is Jingxu?"

In the world of Legend of the Condor Heroes, three people, Han Xiaoying, Sun Buer, and Cheng Yaojia, are vying to sacrifice themselves to save themselves. Here he not only helps the old Niu Mie Mie... Well, Mie Mie, who is thirty-eight or nine years old, is younger than his eldest disciple Jingxuan. At one or two years old, it seems inappropriate to use Lao Ni.

"Master, your injury...that masked man didn't do anything to you, right?"

In fact, he was quite helpless.

"I saw that Senior Sister Jingxu was very tired, so I asked her to go back to rest. Who would have thought... that the masked man actually tapped her acupuncture points. I should have known this, but I really shouldn't have... Fortunately, the master is fine, otherwise the disciple would have died." No redemption.”

"Okay, if you want to die, it's up to you." He kicked the Yitian Sword over.

Jue's clothes were disheveled and he gasped, "I would rather die."

"This poison is not fatal. It will resolve itself in three hours." After Chu Pingsheng said this, he turned around and said, "Whether you live or die, you can do whatever you want."

Half an hour later, an exclamation sounded in the meditation room.

"Young man named Yang, just wait for me. One day I will find a disciple who can pass on the mantle and get the Nine Yin Scriptures in the Yitian Sword. I will kill you on Zhongnan Mountain and cut you into thousands of pieces to avenge today's shame. ." Master Miejie said angrily.

Chu Pingsheng shrugged and said with an indifferent attitude: "Go ahead and scold me. No matter how harsh you scold me, it won't change the fact that I saved your life."

Hearing this, Miejie's hands trembled, and the determination in his eyes began to soften.

At first, Master Fengling only accepted two disciples: she and Gu Hongzi. Now more than twenty years later, the Emei Sect has grown into a famous sect with more than 200 disciples. She believes that all of this is her own credit. She was really reluctant to let her go, and she could also think that if the head of Xiang, who was known for his harshness and cruelty, died, it would affect the abilities of several disciples of his generation, not to mention continuing to strengthen the Emei Sect, whether it would be possible to settle the men's academy. Those fourth-generation disciples are all a problem.

"If you think about it carefully, after you die, the Emei Sect that is in chaos can add some excitement to the martial arts world. Although I am not interested in the game between the six major sects and the Mingjiao for territory, it is good to watch it for fun. "

After leaving these words, with the faint sound of clothes, his figure disappeared into the vast night.

Yan Mie grabbed the hilt of the sword and pushed it across his neck, squinting his eyes and staring at him coldly. The sharp sword blade cut through the outer skin, and a trace of bright red slowly trickled down.

Mie Mie held the Yitian Sword in his hand. He showed determination several times, then slowly relaxed. Finally, his hand shook, and the Yitian Sword fell to the ground with a clang.

In short, he not only saved her life, but also helped her break through, but in the end she was resented. In modern society, those aunts in their thirties would wake up laughing when they encounter such a good thing.

"..."

"Okay, don't blame yourself. That man is extremely skilled in martial arts. Even if Jingxu is here, he is no match for him."

"Master."

"Don't worry, I'll just rest for an hour or two. You can go down first."

"Do you want me to inform Senior Sister and the others?"

"No need."

"Oh, if you need anything, master, just call me, my disciple is right outside."

"it is good."

……

a few days later.

The leader's health returned to normal, and not only that, but as a blessing in disguise, his skills greatly increased, and he developed "Buddha's Light", which ranked only under the Four Elephant Palms. Jingxuan and others were greatly refreshed. The results of the treatment of Chu Pingsheng and Ji Xiaofu were also released. Most people believed that it was because the leader was in a good mood after practicing successfully. The two were given a lighter sentence. Ji Xiaofu did not say anything and was expelled from Emei, but she did not take it back. Her martial arts, in view of Chu Pingsheng's actions in Wudang Mountain, was exempted from punishment for the sake of Zhenren Zhang and the descendants of the Condor Heroes, but this would not be the case in the future.

"Cousin, Senior Sister Liu and others say that our master has a kind heart. What do you think of this matter?"

"Well, the punishment is light."

"I don't think so." Hu Fengying sneered: "Master's punishment didn't seem heavy, but he forced those two people apart. Aren't they deeply in love? Don't they even care about their parents' orders to be a matchmaker? Just Even the children have been born, how about now? One is on the mountain and the other is at the bottom of the mountain. They are only better than the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. The most painful thing is grinding the flesh with a dull knife, hahahaha..."

She smiled very proudly and was very excited.

Ding Minjun looked at his cousin who was almost possessed by love and hate, and felt that she was very pitiful.

Ji Xiaofu's child was not Chu Ping's at all. Although I don't know why he took the blame on himself, what is certain is that he most likely did it to protect the mother and daughter.

"Cousin, aren't you happy that Chu Pingsheng ended up like this?"

"Happy, very happy."

"Huh, in the end, my master didn't pass on the Emei Nine Yang Kung to him, but I sincerely hope he can live a few more years."

Ding Minjun's eyes looked even sadder when he looked at his cousin. Among the more than two hundred disciples of the Emei Sect, she was the only one who knew that the Xuanming Divine Palm that everyone talked about was not only ineffective against the devil, but actually contributed to him. Calculating this, the Wudang Mountain side lost both his wife and his troops, and those who ridiculed him and targeted him because they thought he was about to die would eventually shoot themselves in the foot. At this point, Cao Qing's fate This is a lesson learned from the past.

……

A few more days passed.

At the foot of Mount Emei, on an official road near Jiading Prefecture.

Ji Xiaofu, who was wearing a pale pink dress, was holding a little girl about four or five years old and looking at Chu Pingsheng with a smile.

"This is my daughter, no regrets."

The little girl had a rosy face, with two braids on the back, and a pair of big eyes that looked at the boy who was much taller than her.

Chu Pingsheng touched her head, took out a treasure gourd-shaped eight-hole xun with a small figure engraved on the surface that he bought at the market, and handed it over: "Take this, the gift dad gave you."

Ji Xiaofu glared at him hatefully.

"Ahem, then... godfather?"

Ji Xiaofu glared at him again and put the xun into Yang Buhui's hand: "Buhui, call me brother."

The little girl was a little afraid of strangers. She looked at Chu Pingsheng carefully for a while and called out "Brother" in a sweet voice.

"No regrets, remember, his name is Chu Pingsheng, and he is the best man to my mother on Mount Emei." Ji Xiaofu knelt down and straightened her crooked jacket.

"Yes." The little girl nodded, then raised her head and looked at him carefully, as if she wanted to remember that face.

"Okay, it's getting late, be careful on the road." Chu Pingsheng patted the green horse's back and motioned for the two of them to get on the horse.

Ji Xiaofu put Yang Buhui on the saddle, looked back for a while, her eyes were red, and suddenly she hugged him into her arms: "Promise me, you won't die..."

Chu Pingsheng said: "Don't worry, the fortune teller said that although I had a rough youth, fortunately with the help of noble people, I will eventually turn the danger into safety, and then I will soar into the sky, and my future is limitless."

Ji Xiaofu forced a smile and said, "Just be poor."

"It's really not true."

"By the way, there is also Master. Remember to follow her direction when encountering problems in the future, otherwise you will suffer a big loss."

"Okay, okay, I got it." Chu Pingsheng rolled his eyes: "It's not like we won't see each other again, it'll be like parting ways."

Ji Xiaofu got on her horse and took Yang Buhui, who was looking at them curiously, into her arms.

Chu Pingsheng slapped the horse's butt, and the green horse galloped forward.

After walking about a foot and a half, she suddenly turned around and hesitated to speak. For a moment, she finally said nothing. She just sighed, shook the reins, and urged the horse forward.

嘘嘚嘚嘚……

The green horse carries the wind and flies away.

Chu Pingsheng turned around and walked up the mountain, muttering in a low voice: "It's time to start the next step in the plan to seize power. By the way, in the future, should we exterminate the Nine Yin Manual and watch her fight her way into the Tomb of the Living Dead? That would be fun." And the palm technique of Buddha’s Light is… strange, really strange.”

(End of this chapter)