He Xie chuckled: "King Ming has been suffering from unbearable pain every noon in recent years?"

Although Jiu Mozhi didn't speak, the horrified expression on his face had already explained everything.

"Haha..." He Xie pretended to be smug and stood with his hands behind his back. "This is the problem of King Ming. If there is no help from the old man, it will be three or five months in short, and one year in long. Because of this, King Ming will definitely go into flames. Life is at stake!"

He Xie looked at Jiu Mozhi's shocked and angry expression, smiled coldly, and said, "As long as King Ming agrees to these two things, the old man will immediately heal you and teach you how to solve it!"

"It's you!" Kumozhi suddenly realized, and pointed at He Xie angrily, "Back then you taught the little monk Xiaowuxiang Gong, and then the little monk Prajna Vajra Palm, and also told the little monk that the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin are all in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. You can borrow it at any time, all of this is your conspiracy! You have been planning for 30 years, and you just want to use the little monk for your use! Murong Bo, you have such a deep scheming!"

"Hahaha..." He Xie laughed loudly, "King Ming, if there was no old man, why would you be here today? You and I are just cooperating with each other, each taking what we need! As for the conspiracy you mentioned..."

He Xie sneered: "This old man is not the descendant of the detached evil sword. If you teach your Taoist magic, you will naturally have to pay the price! This truth, King Ming should have understood it thirty years ago!"

"The human heart is sinister! The human heart is sinister..." Jiu Mozhi was trembling with anger.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, staring behind He Xie and shouting: "Who is sneaking? Come out!"

He Xie was about to look back subconsciously, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Sure enough, when Jiu Mozhi saw He Xie's turning back, his whole body was full of indignation, he waved his palms violently, and slapped He Xie's chest viciously!

This Jiumazhi is really born to eat this bowl of rice in Jianghu!

If it was really Murong Bo, he would have faked his death for 30 years, and he would definitely not want others to find out his whereabouts. Hearing that someone was peeping would definitely make him very nervous.

In a hurry, there is really a high chance of being caught in Jiu Mozhi's little tricks.

It's a pity that Jumozhi is not facing the old silver coin Murong Bo, but the sunshine young He Xie.

At the moment, He Xie didn't even think about it, he immediately used his Douzhuanxingxingshuo skills and greeted him with both palms.

boom!

Such as the muffled sound of defeat, Jiu Mozhi's violent internal force was guided by He Xie in a circle in the body, and rebounded again.

Jiu Mozhi snorted suddenly, flew out backwards, and staggered a few steps before barely stopping.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he was about to rush up again, but He Xie suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "This old man has only used four successes! Duke Ming, you are not my opponent, so don't humiliate yourself!"

Jiu Mozhi's expression changed suddenly, and he froze in place.

He Xie smiled slightly and continued: "I know that King Ming is not very angry, but he is just a man who knows current affairs, Junjie, not to mention that when things are done, it will also be of great benefit to King Ming. King Ming is a generation of eminent monks, so simple reason, can't understand it, right? ?"

Jiu Mozhi's face was gloomy and uncertain, and after a while, he slowly closed his work, and folded his hands and bowed slightly: "The Murong family's battle is indeed well-deserved, and the little monk has learned it."

"This is a big matter, please forgive Xiao Seng for not being able to make a decision immediately."

"No!" He Xie categorically refused, "I don't have time to wait for King Ming's reply. If King Ming doesn't agree to this, then what the old man gave to King Ming, I'm afraid it will be taken back today!"

After all, He Xie smiled again: "The little Wuxiang Gong that King Ming relies on as the foundation is taught by this old man. King Ming will not be naive enough to think that this old man has no successor?"

"You—" Kumozhi was furious, his body was cold, but he couldn't say a word.

"In this way, the old man takes a step back." He Xie pretended to ponder, "You go to find the dog first, and plan for him to approach the successor of the evil sword, and enter the matter of my participation in the village, the old man allows you to hold off thinking about it!"

Although Jiu Mozhi was full of anger, at this moment he knew that his lifeline was completely controlled by the other party, and there was nothing he could do.

"Mr. Murong's gift, the little monk remembers it in his heart, dare not or forget it!" In the end, Jiu Mozhi bowed deeply to He Xie and turned away.

In this worship, he renounced his grace and righteousness with him.

Watching Jiu Mozhi leave, He Xie showed a satisfied smile.

This time, Xiaojiu and Murong Fu will take the initiative to send them to the bowl.

After he made sure that Jiu Mozhi had left, he began to wander and browse in this treasure house of martial arts.

It was not unexpected to He Xie. Few of the martial arts here can be on the stage. The only thing that can make He Xie take a look is the beggar gang's dog-beating stick. There are only incomplete moves. There is no inner strength.

In line with the tolerant mentality of "come all come", He Xie still patiently turned over a few swordsmanship with a critical eye, not to mention, there are really a few vulgar swordsmanship that occasionally have a flash of inspiration. Let He Xie's eyes shine.

However, the gold panning thing in Shali was very boring. He Xie didn't bother to watch it after watching it for less than an hour.

With this time, he might as well figure it out on his own.

He Xie thought that the plot should soon develop to Xing Zilin's beggar gang conference, and thought that it might be better to go to Wuxi City to see if he could meet Qiao Feng by chance.

He didn't know yet that his cheap brother still met Qiao Feng as fate would have it.

Just when He Xie started to think about it, his expression suddenly changed, and he heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

There are two people here~lightnovelpub.net~, both of them are frivolous and have no martial arts skills.

He Xie was originally doing "stealing books and elegant things", and now he still has the appearance of Murong Bo, so naturally he has no intention of seeing outsiders, just as he was about to leave, he heard a crisp voice from outside: "Miss, that maid is here. Waiting for you outside, if you have anything, just call me."

There was another voice as hazy as a cold mountain in a smoke cage: "No need, you go back first. The beggar gang wronged my cousin for killing their deputy gang leader Ma. He and Deng Big Brother attended the meeting, after all, they are heroes. There are no more enemies. I'm just afraid that I can't understand it, and the two sides have lost their words..."

"Master Biao's martial arts are strong, those flowers are not enough to eat, he must not be able to do anything about him." The slave said.

"You, you don't understand anything, the beggar gang and the Hanako who can't get enough food on the street are two different things." The lady said worriedly, "The beggar gang has two great skills, the eighteen palms of subduing dragons and the method of hitting dogs. In the jade cave of Lang Huan in our house, there are only some incomplete moves of the dog-fighting stick, but there is absolutely no mental method for Yungong. The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon can't be seen at all. Not even the opponent's moves. Understood, how can my cousin still use his body?"

"Miss, it's useless even if you worry, Master Biao may have already finished fighting with the Hanakos." The slave said.

"What kind of fight is it so ugly? It's Wu to meet friends." The lady said angrily, "I know it's useless, but I'll read more books, and when my cousin comes back, I can summarize this experience with him..."

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