Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 351 Li Qiushui: You actually raise my senior sister as your daughter?

"Ma'am, there's no need for you to be so anxious."

Shi Qinglu explained: "Grandma Yu has arranged for people from Lingjiu Palace to send pigeons to the disciples in Dali. They will go there in advance to deal with it. Don't worry, it won't be a big problem."

When Gan Baobao heard this, she felt a little relieved, but at the same time she felt a lot of emotion. Only a year had passed, and the monk who had abducted her to the south of the Yangtze River had become so powerful that he destroyed the reputation of Shaolin Temple by himself. The Liao emperor could kill him at will and the Xixia princess could marry him at will. The war here was not over yet, but as for Tong'er's matter, there were already caring younger generations who helped to clean up the mess.

She thought again of what Ah Zi had said and what the people from the Xingxiu Sect had said to flatter him. After today, Monk Kongxu might really become the leader of the martial arts world.

Da da da.

The three horses galloped away, and the spectators just turned back to take a look and didn't pay any attention because something unexpected happened again inside the venue.

Quan Guanqing is a sinister and cunning man with scheming minds. The subordinates he promoted are naturally not upright gentlemen. Just as Chu Pingsheng made the Xiao father and son and the Murong father and son pay a heavy price for their actions, those trusted subordinates restrained him when he was about to slip away and escorted him to the monk Kongxu.

"Master of Emptiness, Master of Emptiness... I was wrong. I was really wrong."

Quan Guanqing pointed at Xuanci's body and said, "It was him. It was the Shaolin Temple abbot Xuanci who asked me to do this."

Xuan Chan, Xuan Nian and others who were carrying the abbot's body all glared at him when they heard this. If they were not monks and could control their emotions better than ordinary people, they might have started cursing.

Chu Pingsheng glanced at Xuanci's body and said without comment, "Really?"

Quan Guanqing swore to the heavens: "If what I said is a lie, I will die a miserable death."

Of course it was a lie that he said it was Xuan Ci who ordered him to do something. In the battle of Juxianzhuang, Monk Kongxu and the Xiao father and son slaughtered all the elders of the Beggar Gang. He took the opportunity to take the position and became the leader of the Beggar Gang. However, the leaders of the other branches were not submissive, and his martial arts were not good enough. In the situation just now, when he saw the disagreements between Shaolin Temple, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, his first thought was that he must not let them fight among themselves. He must kill Monk Kongxu first, and then there would definitely be a conflict between Shaolin Temple and Xiao Yuanshan father and son, and then he would kill the two Khitan dogs. In this way, he would be the hero who avenged the elders. At that time, would the leaders of the branches, such as Dayi and Dayong, dare to go against him?

In addition, this way he could also gain strong external support from the Shaolin Temple. At that time, his position as the leader of the Beggars' Sect would be as solid as a rock and there would be no more variables.

What a pity... who could have thought that Monk Kongxu was so powerful that he could break the Arhat Formation in just one encounter.

Too insidious, too despicable. The damn monk was obviously a piece of hard iron, but he wanted to argue about right and wrong with Xuan Ci, Xuan Ji, Xuan Sheng and others, acting like a soft persimmon who was trying to outsmart him but dared not resort to force, and thus tricked him into making the wrong choice.

Chu Pingsheng glanced at the fawning Beggars' Sect disciples behind him and said with a half-smile, "I do have some connections with the Beggars' Sect, but you guys can decide who will be the leader."

"I wonder what the connection is between Master Kongxu and the Beggars' Sect?" Quan Guanqing suddenly remembered the stick that looked like a green bamboo stick hanging from Monk Kongxu's waist when he left the Xingzilin. However, this thought only stayed in his mind for less than two breaths before disappearing without a trace. His face changed drastically. He was obviously the leader of the Beggars' Sect, so why did he talk about who would be the leader in the above words?

At the same time, a flash of light came into view, followed by a gushing red and a bone-chilling coldness.

He saw the bloody long sword spinning continuously, saw the monk Kongxu walking away, and saw a cruel smile on the corner of the mouth of Wu Lingjun, who usually listened to him the most.

He often said that Wu Lingjun was the most sensible and capable, but he didn't expect that this sensibility and ability to deal with things would eventually be used here.

Before this battle, the situation of the Beggars' Sect was that as long as they curry favor with the Shaolin Temple and have external aid from Xuan Ci and others, they could sit firmly on the throne of the leader of the sect. Now, it is no longer the Shaolin Temple that they need to curry favor with, but the monk Kongxu.

But the other party just made a half-truthful remark and made him lose his head.

Bones.

Quan Guanqing's head rolled all the way to Murong Bo's body before it stopped, his eyes wide open, he died with his eyes open.

The difference is that Murong Fu didn't dare to let his own father close his eyes. No one cared about him, and he didn't find it scary at all - who in the martial arts world hasn't seen a few corpses?

Ye Erniang and Xu Zhu and his mother were arguing with the monks of Shaolin Temple about collecting Xuanci's body. Duan Yu and Dao Baifeng were talking. Duan Zhengchun and Qin Hongmian were exchanging glances. Zhu Danchen, Fu Sigui and Chu Wanli were taking care of the seriously injured Gu Ducheng.

Ah Zi found a good father and was surrounded and flattered by disciples from second- and third-rate gangs such as the Qinglong Gang, Hengshan Sect, Dongshan Gate, and Junshan Sect, which greatly satisfied her vanity. Ah Bi looked north for a few times, then looked at Murong Fu who was fawning on Duan Yanqing, and sighed repeatedly, while Mu Wanqing lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Everyone ignored Jiumozhi, but Wu Xingyun did not.

She stood in front of the foreign monk who had just regained his ability to move, sometimes angry, sometimes disappointed, sometimes confused, sometimes unwilling... The old monk was very nervous, thinking, did the monk Kongxu want her to kill him? If he really wanted to kill her, he could have just given her a casual palm strike earlier, why did he let a cute little girl come to finish him off?

Jiumozhi looked at the bare feet, then at the other foot with shoes, and understood. He struggled to stand up and took off the other shoe: "Give it to your father."

Wu Xingyun raised her eyebrows, her face full of anger. If she still had her strength, she would definitely slap the old monk to death with one palm.

Is she here to ask for monk shoes for her father?

"Your martial arts..."

Jiumozhi thought her voice was very pleasant to the ear, and even though she was the daughter of Monk Kongxu, it was hard to hate her.

"It's useless."

"Can the Flame Blade still be used?"

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and sighed, "Little donor, my inner strength has been sucked away by your father. Now it's a problem for me to go down the mountain, let alone the Flame Blade."

Wu Xingyun clenched her fists and pursed her lips. She was on the verge of collapse. She learned ventriloquism and called Chu Pingsheng "Dad" despite her shame and anger. She had been playing tricks on him and teaching him various things over the past two months, pretending to be a father and daughter. What was the purpose? Wasn't it just to trick Jiumozhi and help her cleanse the cold poison in her body?
In the end, it was all ruined. More than two months of hard work and effort... were all wasted.

"Senior sister? Are you really my senior sister?" Li Qiushui came over with a teasing voice: "Just now when I saw those people pointing and saying that you are my junior brother's daughter, I was puzzled and didn't understand what you were up to. Now... hehe... Senior sister, if you say a few more words, I find that I really like listening to you talk."

"Li Qiu Shui, you bitch!" Wu Xingyun could no longer bear it and cursed in an old voice.

"Sister, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why are you cursing me as soon as we meet? Can't I even praise your beautiful voice just now? Do you want me to say that it's shameless for a person over 90 to pretend to be a child?"

"Bitch! I'm going to kill you."

Li Qiushui suddenly attacked, and before Wu Xingyun could react, she was picked up from the ground. She pinched her little face and said, "It's not good for a girl to open her mouth and kill. It's not good to close your mouth and kill."

Wu Xingyun was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. She tried to push him away with her hands, but with her current skills, she couldn't even resist Li Qiu Shui, let alone kill her.

Jiumozhi stared at the two women blankly, and it took him a long time to figure out what was going on. He pointed at the cute little girl who he had just treated as an ordinary girl, who had no image of a monk at all, and stammered, "You are... Tian... Tianshan Tonglao?"

These words from the Child-Fairy of Tianshan startled many people. They all turned their heads and looked, staring blankly at the old monster with red lips, white teeth and a tender face in Li Qiushui's arms. All they could think of was her sweetly calling Monk Kongxu "Dad".

Not long ago, Xixia Yipintang released a news that the Tianshan Child-Fairy was actually a little girl with an old voice. There were 36 islands and 72 caves, and hundreds of masters rebelled and fought their way to Piaomiao Peak, but were finally slaughtered by her. As a result, the impression of her in the Central Plains martial arts world was that she had a child's appearance, an old voice, a ruthless style, and was definitely a perverted old monster, a Western female devil.

Monk Kongxu brought the little girl in a plain dress to Shaolin Temple. Her sweet smile, childish voice and lovely face captured many people's hearts at once. No one associated her with the Tianshan Tonglao from Piaomiao Peak.

Until now, I heard the Queen Mother of Western Xia Kingdom call me "Senior Sister".

She is really the murderous Tianshan Child-Grandma...

But the question is, aren't she and Monk Kongxu a senior sister and a junior brother? Why does she call him dad?
"What are you looking at? Go away." Chu Pingsheng walked towards them while waving at the people from the Beggars' Sect, the Green Dragon Sect, and the Junshan Sect, signaling them to get out of here quickly. They can watch the fun that they should watch, but shouldn't watch what they shouldn't watch.

"You said Jiumozhi's flaming sword can remove the cold poison. Now you have sucked his internal energy dry. What should I do with the cold poison I have?"

"Don't worry, I will think of other ways." Chu Pingsheng took Wu Xingyun from Li Qiushui and kissed her little face: "My dear daughter, how can Daddy bear to let you die."

Wu Xingyun raised his hand to hit him, but he grabbed his wrist. He immediately became angry and said, "Chu Pingsheng! Did you do this on purpose?"

"Can you blame me for this? How could I have known that the Tubo Imperial Master would be so shameless as to attack from behind?"

"..."

This is the truth, but she always feels something is wrong.

Jiumozhi looked at Chu Pingsheng, his expression constantly changing, showing hatred, regret, and fear.

Li Qiushui looked at Jiumozhi, then at Wu Xingyun, and gradually understood: "Senior Sister, it turns out that you staged this scene to deceive Jiumozhi, hoping that he would use the internal force of the Flame Blade to force the cold poison out of your body."

"Humph."

"Do you want me to go back to Xixia and issue a bounty order for you to see if there is a master with fire-type Qi who can cure this poison?"

"No need."

"If you die like this, my little sister will be sad."

"you!"

Wu Xingyun was so angry that his eyes widened and his cheeks were puffed up, like a little hamster with many walnut kernels in his mouth. He looked cute no matter how he looked at him, with no dignity at all.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe..." Li Qiu Shui laughed so hard that she fell backwards.

"Have you laughed enough?!" Chu Pingsheng glanced at her.

Thinking of the fate of Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, Li Qiu Shui quickly stopped talking.

Wu Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had turned the tables, and thought that this junior fellow from the sect leader was still somewhat useful.

However, this gratitude lasted less than three breaths.

"Do you think I was joking when I said I would take her home as a child bride?"

"Junior brother?" Li Qiu Shui stood there in a daze, thinking that she had heard wrongly.

Wu Xingyun was held in Chu Pingsheng's arms. No matter how he struggled, it was useless. He could only stare at him with his eyes wide open. He grabbed his collar with his hands and said, "You bastard, how dare you!"

"Why don't I dare?"

"I'm your grandma."

Chu Pingsheng pinched her pink face and said, "I'm still your father."

He leaped away holding Wu Xingyun, his monk robe fluttering in the wind, and rode the wind for dozens of feet in the air, without needing to breathe or use any force. The people from the martial arts world who had not left in the distance seemed to be in a dream, and they whispered to themselves, sighing that he was not a human.

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(End of this chapter)