"Mr. Murong, it turns out that you... It turns out you..." Jiu Mozhi's face was full of shock. It was because he had been practicing meditation for decades, but he saw with his own eyes an old friend who should have died for 30 years standing there so alive. In front of him, he was still incoherent in shock.

He Xie said with a smile but not a smile: "King Ming's style is still the same, and the old man is very pleased. It's just that I didn't expect you and I to meet again. It would be in such a situation, which is really embarrassing."

Jiu Mozhi had recovered from the shock at this time. He didn't blush when he heard the irony in He Xie's words, but raised his head and laughed and said, "All the books here are from the major martial arts schools, and the monk just borrowed a book. Fan, why hurt Taiya?"

After a pause, Jiu Mozhi also smiled and said: "If the little monk remembers correctly, it seems that this is not the Huanshi Water Pavilion of your house, why are you Mr. Murong..."

"Why doesn't King Ming know that the late owner of Mantuo Villa is the husband's brother-in-law?" He Xie said with a smile, "The martial arts books in the Jade Cave in Langhuan are all from the treasures of the Xiaoyao Sect. There are three unique skills in the sect’s town, one is the Northern Ming Divine Art, the second is the Eight Desolate and Six-Headed Art, and the third is the Xiao Wu Xiang Gong cultivated by King Ming.”

Jiu Mozhi's expression changed suddenly when he heard the words, and he couldn't help but say, "Could it be that the small Wuxiang Gong that Mr. gave to the monk came from here?"

He Xie smiled and looked at Jiu Mozhi, neither admitting nor denying it.

He deliberately made the matter of Xiaowuxianggong vague, because he didn't know how Kumozhi got this martial art, and now Kumozhi admits it himself, it seems that there is nothing wrong with this matter.

"The best treasure in Langhuan Jade Cave has been obtained by Duke Ming," He Xie said with a smile. "The rest are all vulgar and miscellaneous books. If you don't read them, what does Duke Ming think?"

Jiu Mozhi's expression froze for a moment, then he laughed and said with his hands clasped together: "Mr. Murong said that the little monk stayed here for many days and found that most of the martial arts here are indeed unsightly. In this way, the little monk will not waste his time here."

After saying that, Jiu Mozhi's face was straight and he said sincerely: "Mr. Murong, when we parted back then, when I heard that Mr. passed away, the little monk was very heartbroken.

Jiu Mozhi bowed and worshipped, and then continued: "The little monk received a gift from his master in the past, carefully instructed him, and practiced hard for more than 20 years to achieve today's results. The gentleman's kindness is equivalent to rebuilding, and the little monk has always remembered it in his heart, always. Don't dare to forget!"

These words were very sincere, and seemed to come from the bottom of the heart. It seemed that Jiu Mozhi was indeed grateful to Murong Bo and always wanted to repay his kindness.

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He Xie nodded in relief: "King Ming has a heart."

"Xiao Seng listened to Mr. Da's evaluation of swordsmanship in the world, and thought that Dali's Six Meridian Sword should be number one in the world, but it was a pity that he didn't see it." Kumozhi continued, "Xiao Seng, for Mr. Da's wish, visited him in person a few days ago. It's a pity that the Tianlong Temple in Dali borrowed sword manuals..."

When Jiu Mozhi said this, he couldn't help showing a look of fear in his eyes. Even after a month, when Jiu Mozhi thought of He Xie's sword, his body was still cold.

He Xie asked deliberately, "What a pity?"

"It's a pity that the little monk is not good at learning, and he lost a trick and returned without success, which makes the little monk very sorry." Kumozhi shook his head with a look of sigh.

After a pause, he looked at He Xie and asked suspiciously, "Mr. Murong, have you ever heard of a sword technique called the Divine Sword of Exorcism?"

He Xie "stunned" and lost his voice: "The number one sword in the world? Could it be that Duke Ming has already seen the descendant of the Exorcism Sword?"

Jiu Mozhi's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly said: "Mr. Murong also thinks that the Sword of Exorcism is the number one sword in the world?"

He Xie nodded solemnly and said solemnly: "Yes! This sword appeared in the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago, and then disappeared, just like Feihong stepping on slush. After shaking the world, there is no news. Even the old man, I have only heard of its legend, but I have never seen it with my own eyes, and even the old man once doubted whether there is a sword of evil spirits in this world."

He paused and looked at Jiu Mozhi: "This is a sword technique from hell, and it shouldn't exist in the human world at all. Whether this sword ever existed has always been a mystery. That's why the old man discussed martial arts with King Ming back then. This sword has never been mentioned."

Jiu Mozhi heard He Xie's tone full of prudence and dread, and nodded deeply with the same feeling, saying: "The Sword of Exorcism... It really shouldn't be the swordsmanship of the world."

"To be honest, the reason why Xiao Seng returned without success in Tianlong Temple was because he met the successor of the sword of warding off evil spirits." Kumozhi said solemnly, "Although Xiao Seng defeated everyone in Tianlong Temple, in the end, he was narrowly defeated by With one move from this person, he has finally personally experienced the demeanor of the number one sword in the world."

He Xie pretended to be surprised, and said: "In the legends, everyone who has seen the sword of warding off evil is dead, and I don't want King Ming to just lose a little trick under this sword. I'm afraid that King Ming's martial arts today are beyond the reach of the old man. After all, if Facing the legendary sword of warding off evil spirits, this old man has absolutely no confidence that he will survive."

Jiu Mozhi's face did not change, and he put his hands together and said, "Ashamed, ashamed!"

He Xie laughed in his heart, deliberately pondered for a while, and then said: "The reason why this old man appeared in front of King Ming is actually because he heard about the reappearance of the evil spirit sword~lightnovelpub.net~ There is a special thing to support, since King Ming recognizes the evil spirit sword The descendant of , and having played against him would be the best."

"Oh?" Jiu Mozhi's expression changed, "What is your order, sir, but it doesn't matter."

"I don't dare to be instructed, I just ask King Ming for help." He Xie said, "King Ming should know that this old man has a son, one name and one compound character."

"Nan Murong, Bei Qiaofeng, who doesn't know and who doesn't know about the martial arts?" Kumozhi smiled, "Ling Lang is already famous all over the world when he was still in his thirties. It's really gratifying that Mr. Murong has a successor."

"The little dog has no shape, but he has a small reputation, so he has been addicted to the false name. Over the years, he is only afraid of martial arts, not advancing but retreating, he is really a villain!" He Xie's old father's distressed expression.

Murong Fu, Dad loves you...

Kumozhi smiled slightly: "Mr. Murong wants his son to become a dragon. I'm afraid that he will be a little harsh on Linglang. Even if the monk is far away in Tibet, he has heard of Linglang's name."

After a pause, he asked, "Could it be that what Mr. Fei entrusted has something to do with Ling Lang?"

"Not bad!" He Xie looked at Jiu Mozhi with bright eyes, "This old man has two things to support him. This old man knows that King Ming is committed to keeping his promises, so I think King Ming will not disappoint this old man."

Jiu Mozhi solemnly said, "Mr. Murong, please speak."

He Xie smiled in his heart, Xiao Jiujiu was not stupid, but he agreed first without letting go.

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