Martial Arts World Assassin

Chapter 253 Confrontation
Shaolin Temple.

On the yellow walls and green tiles, Huang Sixi and Qiao Feng climbed over the eaves and walls and traveled through the night.

During the day, Jiumozhi visited Shaolin Temple and boldly revealed his identity as a Tibetan monk. He was personally welcomed by the Shaolin abbot, who placed Jiumozhi in a quiet Zen room.

After Huang Sixi and Qiao Feng entered the temple, they first sneaked into the Reception Hall, quickly found out where Jiumozhi was staying, and then went to his house.

As a result, the two searched along the Zen room but did not find Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi was a Tibetan monk who protected the country. He might have been invited by the Shaolin monks to participate in a Buddhist discussion. Huang Sixi and Qiao Feng both jumped onto the roof of the meditation room, hid for a while, and waited patiently for Jiumozhi to come back.

At this moment, looking from a high vantage point, you can see a circle of sal treetops surrounding the Zen room, swaying in the wind, making rustling sounds.

These sal trees acted like a fence, surrounding the meditation room, leaving several feet of flat land around the room.

Huang Sixi's eyes swept from the sky above the sal tree. He saw a corridor on the west side with an attic at the end. The candlelight inside was particularly bright.

"What is that place?"

Huang Sixi pointed over and used his secret telepathy skills to ask Qiao Feng for information.

When Qiao Feng was young, he followed Master Xuan Ku to learn martial arts and often visited Shaolin Temple. He was familiar with the terrain here: "Scripture Pavilion!"

Huang Sixi could see at night, and the environment outside the attic was all within his sight and clearly displayed.

He noticed that two figures suddenly passed by the side of the building and headed straight for the Zen room.

He immediately warned Qiao Feng: "Jiu Mozhi has returned. I will give you a signal when you make a move later!"

Qiao Feng couldn't see any figure near the Sutra Repository and wondered where Jiumozhi was.
After a while, Jiumozhi used his lightness skills to fly through the corridor and landed outside the meditation room.

Qiao Feng was greatly confused when he saw this, and wondered how Huang Sixi had found out where Jiumozhi was. Was it because Huang Sixi had extraordinary vision, or was it because he had used his inner strength to capture Jiumozhi's movements?

What made Qiao Feng even more suspicious was not this, but the identity of the gray-robed old monk beside Jiumozhi.

The gray-robed monk was very tall and accompanied Jiumozhi back to the Zen room. They closed the doors and windows, lit candles, and discussed in low voices in the room.

Huang Sixi and Qiao Feng had uncovered a few tiles in advance, and could overlook the figures of the gray-robed monk and Jiumozhi through the roof. Due to the strong wind outside the house, even if Huang Sixi and Qiao Feng did not hold their breath, and the gray-robed monk and Jiumozhi used their internal strength, it would be difficult to detect their breathing.

I saw Jiumozhi and the gray-robed monk sitting across the coffee table.

Jiumozhi raised his palm and saluted: "I can hardly believe that you, Mr. Murong, are still alive. When I heard that you passed away, I was deeply saddened. Today, I am overjoyed to meet you again!"

The gray-robed monk clasped his fists towards him and sighed, "I have no choice but to hold my breath and pretend to be dead. I am very ashamed to trouble you, Master, for your concern."

Jiumozhi smiled slightly: "In the past, I met you and we talked about martial arts and swordplay. I am grateful for your guidance and your resolution of my doubts about cultivation. I will remember it in my heart. Just now, you fought with the black-robed monk in the back mountain. If I hadn't seen you perform the magical skill of "Fighting Stars Shifting", I would not have dared to recognize you rashly!"

He was a guest at Shaolin Temple and was being chased by a powerful enemy, so he didn't want to cause any trouble.

He didn't even want to live in the meditation room arranged for him by the abbot of Shaolin Temple. Instead, he sneaked to the back mountain at night, planning to find a bush to spend the night. Even if Huang Sixi sneaked into Shaolin Temple at night, he would not be able to find him.

Who would have thought that he would actually run into an old friend from many years ago in the back mountain.

The gray-robed monk also laughed: "Who is that black-robed monk? I don't know either. He is also lurking in Shaolin Temple like me. His martial arts are not better than mine. I have fought him three times in these years, and each time we fought to a draw. We met again by chance just now, so we started sparring!"

He gave Jiumozhi a thumbs up and said, "I originally thought that the two sides were still evenly matched today, but Master, you suddenly appeared and killed the black-robed monk with a single move of your flaming sword! After so many years of not seeing you, Master, your magical skills have improved to the point that I am ashamed of myself. This is truly cause for celebration!"

Qiao Feng understood the conversation between the two men quite well. Jiumozhi and the Gray-robed Monk were old acquaintances. They had exchanged martial arts experiences in their early years and became close friends. Today they met again in Shaolin Temple. Jiumozhi, remembering their old friendship, helped the Gray-robed Monk once.

But who is the Gray-robed Monk? Qiao Feng was not sure. Just now Jiumozhi called him "Mr. Murong", so Qiao Feng guessed, could he be from the Murong family in Gusu?

As for the "black-robed monk" mentioned by Jiumozhi and the gray-robed monk, Qiao Feng was even more puzzled. He had no way of figuring out the identity of the "black-robed monk".

However, Qiao Feng was not interested in the identities of these people. His eyes swept over Jiumozhi's head and fell on a package on Jiumozhi's back.

The package was about two feet long and shaped like a long stick. It was exactly the half scroll that Huang Sixi had given him before entering the temple.

Because the scroll is too long, it cannot fit into the sleeves or arms, so it has to be carried on the back.

After the war starts, if Jiumozhi cannot be killed in the short term, Qiao Feng will try to snatch half of the scroll for Huang Sixi.

The two men had been hiding on the rooftop and listening for such a long time, but Huang Sixi still did not send out a signal to start a fight. Qiao Feng could not help but ponder, "Brother Huang is not in favor of fighting now. He should be waiting for the old monk in gray to leave. Only after the old monk has finished chatting with Jiumozhi and says goodbye, will it be time to take action!"

Huang Sixi did think so. It would be very easy for him and Qiao Feng to surround one person, but two against two would lead to a long war of attrition and would also attract the Shaolin monks.

The grey-robed monk in front of him was no one else but Murong Bo, the previous patriarch of the Gusu Murong family. The 'black-robed monk' was obviously Qiao Feng's father, Xiao Yuanshan.

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan have been hiding in Shaolin Temple for many years, secretly learning martial arts secrets from the Sutra Library. They have fought three times before and their martial arts skills were equally matched.

This was their fourth meeting tonight. Since Murong Bo had the strong support of Jiumozhi, Xiao Yuanshan retreated.

When Jiumozhi heard Murong Bo praising his progress in martial arts, he suddenly sighed: "When I was in Tubo, no matter what martial arts I practiced, I could learn it as soon as I saw it, and I became proficient in it after a while. I never met an opponent. I also claimed to be a genius! Unfortunately, now that I have come to the Central Plains, I know that there are always people better than you!"

Murong Bo was very surprised that Jiumozhi could say that there is always someone better than you, which meant that Jiumozhi had met an opponent that was difficult to defeat.

Just now, after repelling Xiao Yuanshan in the back mountain, Jiumozhi had taken the initiative to fight in order to verify Murong Bo's identity. Murong Bo knew very well that Jiumozhi's martial arts skills and the purity of his internal strength were slightly better than his own, otherwise he would not be able to condense the flaming sword energy.

Then the 'someone better than you' that Jiumozhi mentioned was definitely not him, Murong Bo, nor the 'black-robed monk'.

Murong Bo pondered in his heart: "This monk may have provoked a powerful enemy in the Central Plains. He couldn't defeat him, so he fled to Shaolin Temple for refuge. He helped me just now, probably to win me over to help him!"

As expected.

Jiumozhi reached into his sleeve, took out a thin book and handed it to Murong Bo.

Murong Bo was about to ask what this meant, but suddenly he saw the words "Six Meridians Divine Sword" written on the cover of the book.

Murong Bo's eyes suddenly lit up and he quickly flipped through the book, only to see that the book recorded the essentials of the Little Finger Shao Ze Sword sword technique.

After reading the book, he was a little bit incredulous: "Master, did you find the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" sword tactics from the Tianlong Temple in Dali?"

"This is all thanks to you, sir!" Jiumozhi said with a smile, "When I was discussing swordsmanship with you, you said that the Six Meridians Divine Sword was the best sword in the world. I regretted not having seen it, and it is a lifelong regret! When I heard the bad news about you, I rushed to Tianlong Temple to borrow the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual so that I could burn it in front of your tomb to repay you!"

"Tianlong Temple is the ancestral temple of the Dali royal family. The sword manual is never shown to outsiders, so it is very difficult to borrow it!" Murong Bo was very curious:

"How did the master lend out the sword manual?"

"It took quite a lot of trouble!" Jiumozhi narrated:
"At first, I had a fair fight with the other monks in Tianlong Temple. Who knew that the old monk Ku Rong was cunning and clever, and he actually burned the sword manual with his inner force at the critical moment! Fortunately, the prince of Dali, Duan Yu, had memorized the sword manual, so I invited Duan Yu to Gusu and induced him to write down the manual from memory!"

This kind of thing is not glorious, Jiumozhi was originally unwilling to explain it in such detail, but if he did not explain the whole story clearly, Murong Bo would question the origin of the sword manual.

Murong Bo then praised: "Master, you still have a way. Challenging the monks of Tianlong Temple is very difficult, but starting with the Crown Prince of Dali is easier!"

When Qiao Feng heard this, he couldn't help but frown.

That day in the apricot forest, Duan Yu cried for help, "The evil Tibetan monk is chasing us again." Qiao Feng originally didn't know who the evil Tibetan monk was, but now he completely understood.

Qiao Feng knew that this foreign monk was not a good person and was about to attack him. He turned his head to look at Huang Sixi, but Huang Sixi did not say anything.

But Jiumozhi was still talking.

He began to tempt Murong Bo with the sword manual: "Now that you are still alive, I have the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual, which I present to you! I will leave for Tibet tomorrow, and I hope you can accompany me so that we can discuss and practice together. What do you think?"

He first handed over one of his sword techniques to gain Murong Bo's trust. As long as Murong Bo was willing to practice the remaining sword techniques, he would definitely follow him closely.

After hearing this, Huang Sixi knew that Murong Bo would never leave Jiumozhi again, and there was no point in continuing to wait.

Huang Sixi shook his wrist and took out more than ten glass poison beads, which he scattered on the open space around the Zen room.

Murong Bo and Jiumozhi in the room heard the noise and stood up immediately. Before they could look up, the glass poison beads had already fallen from the sky, accompanied by dozens of jade bee needles.

They heard something strange and jumped to the corner of the room to avoid the attack of hidden weapons.

But the glass poison bead exploded as soon as it entered the room, and poisonous smoke spread instantly.

Huang Sixi and Qiao Feng stood on the roof, paying close attention to the noises inside and outside the Zen room.

No matter whether Murong Bo and Jiumozhi broke through the walls or jumped into the air, they were bound to be attacked by Huang Sixi and Qiao Feng from above.

Huang Sixi had already sent a signal to Qiao Feng, to identify one person first and then use all his strength to kill him.

Unexpectedly, the two old guys realized that they were at a disadvantage in terms of terrain, and suddenly they hit the wooden beams supporting the house from the left and right.

There was a sound of "crack!" and the wooden beam broke. The whole Zen room shook and then collapsed.

Huang Sixi and Qiao Feng could no longer occupy the commanding position, so they leaped up and fell back to the ground.

When they stood firm, the Zen room turned into a pile of ruins.

On the other side of the ruins, Murong Bo and Jiumozhi had also safely avoided the attack from high ground.

Murong Bo pointed at Huang Sixi and Qiao Feng and asked Jiumozhi, "Master, you just said that there are always people better than you, are you referring to these two?"

Before Jiumozhi could reply, Huang Sixi had already leaped into the air.

With a "swish!" sound, he drew out the Dragon Subduing Sword.

Seeing Huang Sixi start fighting immediately, Murong Bo couldn't help but laugh: "Why are you so impulsive, my friend? The Great Wheel King is a high monk from Tibet. We Central Plains people should treat him as a distinguished guest. Shouting for fighting and killing is against the etiquette of hospitality. I dare to ask my friend to stop!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger and activated the Murong family's unique skill, the "Sanhe Finger". He tapped the air twice and his finger force turned into a thin stream of energy that flew towards Huang Sixi's face and chest from a distance of two meters.

There was a strange color sealed inside the Dragon Subduing Sword, like a ball of burning fire, which was particularly conspicuous in the dark night and naturally exposed Huang Sixi's position.

Murong Bo felt that his combined finger strength could easily hit Huang Sixi's vital points.

But Huang Sixi could see at night, and he could see every move of Murong Bo. The moment he raised his hand, Huang Sixi had already changed his shape.

When the combined finger force shot in front of him, Huang Sixi calmly avoided it, leaped forward, and approached Murong Bo about ten feet away. He swung the sword fiercely, emitting invisible sword energy, and his other hand quickly turned over, using the Shangyang sword technique of "Six Meridians Divine Sword".

Murong Bo's magical skill "Fighting Stars" has been perfected. When he saw Huang Sixi swinging his sword from a distance, his true energy suddenly turned rapidly. When the invisible sword energy reached him, he flicked his sleeves violently, and the sword energy deflected with a "whoosh!" and slid past his side a foot away, without hurting him at all.

However, Huang Sixi's moves were both overt and covert. The Dragon Subduing Sword Qi was an overt move, and the Shangyang Sword Qi on his index finger was a covert move.

It was now dark, and no matter how profound Murong Bo's internal strength was, his vision could not be as clear as Huang Sixi's.

He had just used "The Change of Stars" to move away the invisible sword energy, and before he could catch his breath, Shangyang's sword energy came down from the air again.

'puff! '

Shangyang's sword energy slashed down on Murong Bo's chest. Even though he used his magical powers quickly, he was unable to deflect all the sword energy. His left chest was cut by the sword, three ribs were broken, and blood gushed out instantly.

Murong Bo suddenly felt his heart pounding and he quickly retreated backwards, no longer daring to let Huang Sixi get within two feet of him.

Jiumozhi couldn't help but worry when he saw that Murong Bo was injured just after the fight.

On that day, the Beggars' Sect held a meeting in Xingzilin, and Jiumozhi happened to be nearby. He mixed in the crowd of Beggars' Sect and witnessed the martial arts battle between Huang Sixi and Qiao Feng. He knew Qiao Feng's identity.

Jiumozhi was shocked and thought: "Why are these two people working together? Even if I invited Mr. Murong in advance, the situation tonight is still extremely dangerous!"

He thought that the roof collapsed with such a loud noise that the Shaolin monks should be here in a moment.

He was in no hurry to take action, and instead raised his palms and bowed to Qiao Feng: "I am a non-confrontational monk, and only want to recite Buddhist scriptures. I have never had any connection with the Beggars' Sect. What is your intention in coming here, Sect Leader Qiao?"

"You forced Duan Yu to hand over the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and you still say you don't want to fight with the world?"

Qiao Feng shouted "whoosh!" and slapped Jiumozhi with his palm.

(End of this chapter)