"One, this old man hopes that Duke Ming can temporarily succumb to my Shenhezhuang sect and assist the child for five years. After five years, whether Duke Ming will leave or stay, you will be at your disposal!" He Xie said solemnly.

WTF?

Jiu Mozhi almost suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Sir, do you mean to ask the little monk to worship under the gate of Canhezhuang and assist Linglang?" Kumozhi asked incredulously.

"Not bad!" He Xie nodded, staring into Jiu Mozhi's eyes, "Since Duke Ming regards the old man's legacy of art as re-creation, he will not be stingy with the mere five-year situation and help my son, right?"

Jiu Mozhi almost laughed angrily, and felt as if he had eaten a plate of dead flies mixed with raw maggots, a bowl of dung beetle noodles, and a bowl of goose bump soup.

Is this guy poisonous?

The three of us are under one person in Tubo and above ten thousand people. They are not only dignified national teachers, but also spiritual leaders of the people of Tubo. With such a noble status of mine, you asked me to leave everything behind and run to your little broken village to be your son's bodyguard and thug?

Why do you think so beautiful?

He has heard a lot about the things that are reported by the grace, but it happened to him for the first time.

If it was said that Jiu Mozhi had three points of admiration for Murong Bo, five points of gratitude and two points of jealousy, now, he is already very disgusted.

Jiu Mozhi was silent for a while, and said, "Dare to ask what is the second thing Mr. will entrust to the monk?"

The tone has become a lot colder, and even the deaf can hear Kumozhi's displeasure.

"Second, it has something to do with the heir of the sword of warding off evil spirits." He Xie didn't seem to see Jiumazhi's displeasure, "King Ming was defeated by the descendant of the warding off evil sword. Bar?"

Jiu Mozhi was stunned, this question...

It seems that he really doesn't hate He Xie very much.

He Xie stole his limelight several times, and even frightened him to escape from Dali overnight like a bereaved dog, but this person always dealt with him upright and upright. Not as human.

In particular, he always felt that if He Xie's sword was not merciful, how could he have his life?

So his feelings for He Xie are very complicated, but when it comes to hatred, there is really not much.

"Does the gentleman want the little monk to deal with the descendant of the evil spirit sword?" Kumozhi asked in confusion.

"That's right!" He Xie nodded slowly, "After King Ming is put under the door of the dog, he must help Xiaoer get close to the descendant of the evil sword as soon as possible, and befriend this person at all costs, even for his winged eagle dog! If you can worship him Master, that would be even better!"

Jiu Mozhi sneered in his heart, it turned out to be trying to contrive other people's swordsmanship.

"King Ming must convince the dog to flatter this person and gain the greatest trust in him!" He Xie said, "Once the time is right, kill him to take his name, seek his sword and take his credit!"

In the last two sentences, He Xie's face was deliberately hideous, and he said it was murderous.

Jiu Mozhi felt a chill in his heart. He really didn't expect that the gentle gentleman who was as gentle as jade thirty years ago, and the martial artist of Yue Zhi Yuanting's generation, turned out to be so vicious and unbearable in his true face!

He is a martial arts idiot, and his thirst for peerless martial arts has also reached a magical level. But he never thought that he would kill others by stealing their martial arts!

And even if you rob or steal, it's fine, but you spend a lot of time and energy to deceive others' trust, and then stab someone in the back. This kind of behavior goes far beyond the bottom line of Kumozhi's life.

So despicable and shameless!

It was hard for him to imagine how Murong Bo had the nerve to say such vicious and shameless words in such a grand manner?

From this moment on, the last trace of Yu Mozhi's affection towards Murong Bo disappeared instantly.

This is a poisonous snake, a beast that spit out its core and spit out poisonous juice.

Jiu Mozhi's face became ugly, and he said, "Sir, it's too much to take for granted! The descendant of the evil spirit sword is not a fool. If he approached him with bad intentions, how could he not see it? Besides, the evil spirit sword Unparalleled in the world, how could he easily pass on such magic to outsiders?"

He Xie chuckled: "King Ming has been thinking too much! If it is impossible, how can the old man come here? To be honest, since the old man heard that the sword of warding off evil has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, he immediately set off to investigate in Dali. , this person doesn't care about the magic secrets that the world dreams of."

From the perspective of a third person, He Xie got acquainted with Duan Yu, and then casually told about his Beiming magic and Lingbo Weibu, and also said that he passed on to Xuanbei a set of exquisite heart-healing methods. Even Mu Wanqing, a woman who only met one side, passed on a set of internal skills.

Of course, all this is in his mouth, and he got it through investigation.

In the end, He Xie came to a "conclusion": "This person may think that apart from the sword of warding off evil spirits, other martial arts in the world are not worth mentioning to him. As long as you gain his favor, it is not impossible to ask him to teach the sword of evil spirits."

"Really?"

Jiu Mozhi was stunned. In today's world, which school of martial arts is not regarded as a treasure and will never be passed on?

He once thought that Murong Bo was an outlier with a high profile and an open mind, but now he knows that this person is simply foresight and has ulterior motives.

"Could it be that the descendant of the evil sword has other plans?" Jiu Mozhi doubted.

He Xie shook his head: "It shouldn't be."

When the topic changed, He Xie said: "King Ming, if you can help the old man to do these two things, even if you repay the kindness of the year~lightnovelpub.net~ From now on, you and I will never owe each other. Not only that, the old man also But I can personally take action and solve the worries of your life for you."

Jiu Mozhi was a little surprised, and said, "Worry about life? Why did you say this, sir?"

He Xie deliberately made his expression serious and said, "King Ming, can this old man take the pulse?"

Jiu Mozhi was even more surprised.

For those who practice martial arts, the pulse gate is definitely a taboo place, just like the little widow's butt, others can't touch it.

Now that Murong Bo's image of being tall in his heart has completely collapsed, how could he put his life in the hands of such a despicable villain?

"Mr. Murong is very caring for the little monk, and the little monk is very grateful." Kumozhi immediately refused without hesitation, "It's just that the little monk is also a little bit confused, and asks himself that he is healthy, free from illness, no disaster, and no discomfort, so don't bother Mr. Murong. ."

He Xie sighed and said: "King Ming is cautious, and the old man can understand it, but it is just the so-called cause of the past, the effect of today. King Ming obtained a variety of Shaolin stunts. On the surface, they are incomparably powerful, but in fact they are incompatible with each other. For thirty years in the spring and autumn, I am afraid that the disaster will be deep, and the internal organs have been injured.

When Jiu Mozhi heard the words, he was shocked and angry, and asked, "What catastrophe is coming? I'm afraid the words of Mr. are too alarmist!"

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