"Hahaha, little friend, don't get me wrong, I am just an outsider. How can I have any name, not even a Taoist name, a Dharma name..." The bald monk laughed loudly, and before he finished speaking, he raised the wine gourd.
He brought it to his mouth and poured it out, but found that nothing could be poured out. He couldn't help but look embarrassed and glared at Murong Chui angrily, "Where's my wine?"
Murong Chui opened his mouth to speak when Murong Chao's voice came from the hall, "Here comes the wine, here comes the wine!"
Not long after, Murong Chao ran out with a big wine jar in his arms, walked up to the bald monk, and said respectfully, "This is Shaoxing Nuerhong that has been stored in the cellar for thirty years. Senior, please enjoy it."
The bald monk grinned and rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "Then I'm not welcome."
As he spoke, he poked a small hole with a flick of his finger, then leaned his big gourd over and started pouring the wine.
"Master, what should we do now?" Li Mochou came behind Murong Fu and asked in a low voice.
Murong Fu didn't say anything, but quietly pushed the Longquan Sword to her, and took the Heavenly Sword into his hand again. This nondescript monk gave him an unfathomable feeling, but he hadn't reached the top of the mountain yet. He was incomparable.
In such a situation, using the Heavenly Sword against the enemy will give you a better chance of winning.
After the bald monk poured the wine, he took a big sip first, then suddenly turned to look at Feng BoEi, "This little friend, at such a young age, is able to open up the Ren and Du channels and master the Nine Yang Divine Art.
You are indeed very talented, but you have extremely strong Yang Qi. If you continue to practice like this, you will probably generate the fire of the Yang, burn your body and boil your veins, and you will die."
Hearing this, Feng Bo E was immediately startled. After practicing the Nine Yang Divine Art so far, he clearly felt that something was wrong. At noon on the fifth day of every month, he had a burning sensation in his Dantian and meridians. He thought it was due to his practice.
It is a common disease encountered by Yang Gong practitioners, but according to what the monk said, it seems that it can also cause death.
Even Murong Fu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Feng BoE in confusion. He had also practiced the Nine Yang Magic Technique, but because of the Beiming Magic Technique, he didn't notice any problems except for the loss of power, and
It is quite incredible that this monk can see through the origin of Feng Bo evil's inner strength at a glance.
You must know that the Nine Yang Manual is not as famous as the Nine Yin Manual. Except for the leaders and elders of Emei, Shaolin, and Wudang sects, and Mingjiao leader Zhang Wuji, almost no one in the martial arts knows this sect.
The existence of magical powers, what is the origin of this monk? Is he a certain reclusive eminent monk in Shaolin Temple?
When Murong Fu was puzzled, suddenly a strong wind blew up. He looked up and saw the figure of the bald monk leaping out in one step, crossing a distance of several feet and arriving in front of Feng Boxie in an instant.
Feng Bo evil was also startled by this sudden movement. Just as he was about to activate his technique, he found that a light golden energy had already wrapped around his waist and spread rapidly. His whole body's energy seemed to be suppressed by something, without any trace of it.
He couldn't move, and even his whole body was slowly floating up.
"Fourth Master Feng!" Li Mochou exclaimed and was about to come to the rescue, but Murong Fu took one step ahead of her and raised his hand to strike out with a palm.
The bald monk used one hand to control the golden power to lift Feng Bo Evil into the air. He waved his other hand lightly, and a wall of zhenqi several feet thick appeared beside him. Murong Fu hit it with his palm and only trembled.
With a tremor, it disappeared without a trace.
Murong Fu was horrified in his heart. He snorted coldly and slowly raised the Heavenly Sword. For a moment, the wind and clouds surged and the air waves rolled.
But at this moment, Feng BoE said with difficulty, "Master, wait a moment, please do it!"
Murong Fu paused and looked carefully, only to find that although Feng Bo Evil was restrained, he was not harmed. Instead, there was a familiar yet unfamiliar aura rising up. He said he was familiar because it was a unique skill of the Nine Yang Divine Art.
The Yang breath is strange because there is also a feminine force mixed in the Yang breath.
Murong Fu hesitated for a moment, but finally did not slash out the Heavenly Sword, and the bald monk also waved his hand to disperse the wall of true energy. He stared at Feng Bo Evil with a solemn expression, waved his hands continuously, and golden threads pierced through his body, Feng Bo Evil
The mask on the evil face had already been lifted off, and now his face was twisted into a ball, obviously suffering from some great pain.
Murong Fu took a closer look and immediately understood what had happened. What was more, he was puzzled. This monk did not hesitate to expend his inner energy to help Feng Boe open his meridians. What was going on?
The opening of the meridians mentioned here is not the twelve regular meridians, the eight extraordinary meridians, but some detailed hidden meridians. Each internal skill needs to open different meridians, and the level of internal skill comes from this. However, there are many meridians in the human body.
, no one has ever been able to open up all the meridians.
On the other side, Murong Chao and Murong Chui were also dumbfounded. They released this great monk originally as a last resort, but the current situation was beyond their expectation. He actually became an enemy! But at this time, both of them suffered.
Murong Chui lost one of his hands due to injuries of varying severity, and Murong Chao also had half of his palm cut off. His true energy was almost at the bottom and he did not dare to act rashly.
After about a stick of incense passed, Feng Bo evil's whole body's energy faded like a tide, and his body fell to the ground with a bang. His whole body was dripping with sweat and his face was pale, as if he had been fished out of the water.
The bald monk slowly retracted his hands, raised the gourd and took a sip. He smiled and said, "The reason why you are here today is all because of a mistake I made when I was young and energetic. Now I help you unblock your meridians and smooth your pulses.
A ray of true energy is in your body. From now on, you only need to practice according to the exercise route left by me, and you will be able to get rid of the problem of true energy burning your body. This cause and effect is finally settled."
At first hearing these words, Murong Fu thought that Feng BoE was his illegitimate son, but after hearing it, he realized that was not the case. Suddenly, his mind moved, and he remembered the secret book of the Nine Yang Manual that he had obtained. There was a passage at the end of the book: "
In the past, I met a strange man Wang Chongyang in Songshan Mountain. After a drinking contest with him, I was able to borrow the martial arts classic "Nine Yin Zhen Jing". At first reading, it was actually a comprehensive collection of Taoist classics. However, after careful consideration, I found that the Yin energy was too strong, and I only emphasized the use of softness to overcome hardness.
, using yin to conquer yang, so I created this nine-yang technique to manifest my way."
Thinking of this, Murong Fu was shocked and blurted out, "Senior, who is the master who created the Nine Yang Magic Art?"
The bald monk was stunned and sighed slightly, "Yes, decades ago, I met a friend and borrowed a martial arts book called 'Nine Yin Manual' from him. I felt that this martial arts was too feminine and could not be fully
Out of dissatisfaction with the interpretation of Taoist martial arts classics, I wrote the Nine Yang Manual to correspond to it. However, after careful reflection over the years, I discovered that I and the creator of the Nine Yin Manual have gone to the same extreme. It should be noted that Yi Yin
One yang is called Tao, and only yin and yang complement each other, and the combination of hardness and softness is the true foundation of Taoism."
Hearing what he said, Murong Fu couldn't help but think of Assassin's words, "The feminine and the masculine are the strongest weapons in the world."
Thinking about it now, the true meaning of this sentence should be that only the mutual support of yin and yang is the highest state of martial arts. If it is too extreme, it will only lead to obsession. But it is a pity that the "Yin and Yang Book" left by Assassin
Because he was too busy and didn't really believe in Assassin's character, Murong Fu never studied it carefully.
"Little friend," at this time, the bald monk Dou Jiu Shen Monk, the rumored creator of the Nine Yang Manual, changed the topic and said to Murong Fu, "It is better to dissolve enemies than to marry them. They are born from the same roots and are in conflict with each other. Why be too hasty?
How about you listen to the monk's advice and retreat?"
Although Murong Fu was quite afraid of this legendary figure, it was impossible for him to give up the annihilation of Murong's lineage in Lin'an. He immediately looked cold and said in a deep voice, "What if I say no?"
I thought that the wine-fighting monk would get angry and take action, or maybe tell Murong Fu a lot of truth to make him give up. Unexpectedly, he just drank his wine and said inarticulately, "If I insist, little friend, the monk will still give up."
What can I say, just keep fighting, the monk is going to drink."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was greatly surprised. Murong Chao immediately became anxious, "Senior, you... didn't you say you would persuade this kid to leave?"
The bald monk glanced at him sideways and said with surprise, "I have tried to persuade him, but what can I do if he doesn't listen?"
Murong Chao and Murong Chui were immediately dumbfounded. What kind of logic does this make? They originally agreed to let him out and he would persuade Murong Fu to leave. They only thought that he was being polite. They didn't expect that "persuading him to leave" really meant persuading him.
Just leave if you can't persuade him to stop.
Seeing this scene, Murong Fu was also happy. He felt that this monk was really a wonderful person, but he was a little confused. How could this wine-fighting monk who saw the dragon but never saw its end be related to Murong's lineage in Lin'an?
Murong Chui had a gloomy face, "Master is teasing us with such pretentious words, of course we can't do anything to him, but you have borrowed countless treasured books from my Murong family over the years, and even the ancient fragments have been shown to you without reservation.
Oh, do you really plan to ignore our friendship and watch my Murong family be exterminated?"
Feng BoE suddenly said, "I clearly saw that it was you who imprisoned this senior. I have done my utmost to show my kindness by not causing trouble to you. The grievances and grievances have been balanced. What else do you want to ask of my senior!"
Everyone present could see that the life and death of Murong Chao and others were all in the hands of the great monk. If he could sow discord at this time and get the monk to side with him, he would be ready to announce the death of Murong Chao's lineage. As for the monk, he just said he didn't care.
If they were dead or alive, few people would take it seriously.
The wine-fighting monk glanced at Feng BoE with a half-smile, and said frankly, "Young friend, what you said is only half right. I fell into Murong Chui's trick back then and was bound by the cold iron fine gold chain. However, after so many years,
I have been able to break free of the chains a long time ago, and the reason why I stayed here is just for the collection of ancient books and fine wine, so I cannot be regarded as being imprisoned."
Murong Chao looked slightly happy, "That's right, senior, although there have been some unpleasantnesses between us, the junior has paid great respect to the senior over the years. Can the senior have the heart to watch the junior die?"
The Doujiu God Monk waved his hand indifferently, "The reason why I haven't taken action against you is because of our friendship over the years. As for the fragment of the Dou Zhuan Xing Yuan Scroll, I have also taught you all the insights I have gained over the years.
Otherwise, with just those scraps of scrolls, how can you make the Dou Zhuan Xing Shift?"