The next day, the sun rose in the east. In a valley dozens of miles away from the capital of Mongolia, dozens of tents were sparsely pitched.
At the mouth of the valley, Murong Fu put his hands behind his back and looked quietly into the distance with a complicated expression.
There, a fire was burning, a group of Emei disciples were kneeling around, and there was a faint sound of chanting scriptures.
Master Miejie died after all.
"Alas..." Murong Fu sighed. For some reason, his mood became a little heavy.
"Jue'er is a stubborn child!" Suddenly a white shadow flashed beside Murong Fu, and Bai Mei's voice rang out, "She didn't have to die."
"Huh?" Murong Fu was slightly stunned, "What do you mean by this?"
Bai Mei sighed, "Her meridians are all severed. As long as she takes the right medicine, there is no problem in letting her live for a few more years. But she is too stubborn and she still can't pass her own test."
"What, she committed suicide?" Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"That's right!" Bai Mei nodded, "She is determined to bring glory to Emei, and she has paid too much for it. If she becomes a disabled person in the future, it will be really hard to accept."
"By the way," Murong Fu suddenly remembered something, "Don't Emei only accept female disciples? How can an old man like you be from Emei?"
Bai Mei frowned and glared at Murong Fu slightly, "Young man, be polite to the elderly. It won't do you any harm!"
"That's not good either!" Murong Fu curled his lips and slandered secretly, but he said with a smile: "Senior is teaching me a lesson. I wonder if I can give you a lesson?"
Bai Mei could naturally see that Murong Fu was perfunctory, but he couldn't say much, so he asked instead: "Who told you that the Emei Sect only accepts women?"
"Huh? Isn't this... obvious?" Murong Fu pointed at a group of Emei female disciples in the distance.
Glancing at the Emei disciples, Bai Mei also sighed slightly, "Actually, the Emei sect has always had two lines coexisting. My lineage has male disciples, while Guo Xiang's lineage, which is my contemporary, has mainly female disciples, and the leader is
They are chosen in turn from the two meridians."
"Is there such a thing?" Murong Fu couldn't help being surprised, but immediately felt something was wrong, "But I heard that for three generations, the leader of your sect has always been a female leader?"
"That's because a big event happened in Emei, and the male disciples suffered heavy casualties and gradually declined. However, I was obsessed with martial arts and had no intention of caring about him. The elders of the sect had no choice but to give the position of head to Senior Sister Guo.
"
A flash of reminiscence flashed in Bai Mei's eyes, and then he continued: "Originally, we agreed that the next generation would return the position of master to this lineage, but I have no disciples, so senior sister had no choice but to pass the position of master to the disciples.
Fengling.”
"What happened next?" Murong Fu couldn't help but ask.
"Later, under the instructions of the old man, Fengling made an exception and accepted two direct disciples, one was Mie Mie, and the other was Gu Hong. It turned out that Gu Hong was the head of Emei of this generation, but he was short of breath for a while and found that short-sightedness.
The reason why my son has been like this for most of his life is probably because of his defeat." Bai Mei blew his beard and glared as he spoke, with a hint of hatred that iron cannot become steel flashed across his face.
"That's it!" Murong Fu nodded suddenly, and then looked at Bai Mei with a half-smile, "Senior Bai can tell all the secrets in the sect, it won't be that simple, right?"
"It's not a secret," Bai Mei shook his head, "the older generation of Jianghu colleagues know these things to some extent, but I do have something that requires Mr. Murong's nod."
"Isn't it the Yitian Sword?" Murong Fu rolled his eyes, and he guessed quite a bit about Bai Mei's request, but there was a look of astonishment on his face, "Senior, this is embarrassing me, if you have any requests, just tell me
That is, you get what you pay for, no matter how young or old you are!”
Bai Mei's face froze slightly, wishing he could give him a slap on the spot. Fortunately, he was good at cultivating qi and endured it. "I want the Heavenly Sword. Can you tell me what conditions you have?"
As if he was afraid that Murong Fu would really open his mouth, he immediately added, "I can think about it."
"The Yitian Sword!" Murong Fu immediately shrugged, "Senior also knows that this Yitian Sword was obtained in exchange for the secret knowledge passed down from his family..."
"Murong boy, don't fool me, old man. Last night you flirted with that enchantress from Ruyang Prince's Palace, and you said those shameless words. If there wasn't an affair between you two, I... I would take your surname!" Baimei said.
When he was angry, he could not speak carefully.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Murong Fu jumped back and looked at him with a horrified look, "My relationship with Miss Zhao is a pure transaction. If you continue to wrongly accuse me, don't want the Yitian Sword!"
"
"You!" Bai Mei's white eyebrows suddenly trembled in anger, and he pointed at Murong Fu. He tried several times but nothing came out of his mouth.
Murong Fu waved his hands and said, "Calm down, calm down, old man, being angry will hurt your health. If you die suddenly, then..."
"Don't fuck around with me. I'm telling you, you have to hand over the Yitian Sword even if you don't hand it over!" Bai Mei was obviously very angry.
"Why, I didn't expect you to be such a person!" Murong Fu shouted, "Young master, I am somewhat very kind to the Emei sect. Please don't act recklessly."
Although he had a playful smile on his face, he had actually secretly mobilized the little internal energy left in his Dantian and was ready to run away at any time.
The corners of Baimei's mouth twitched slightly, his expression changed for a while, and he suddenly smiled, "Haha, I made a joke with Mr. Murong, how could I take it seriously! Since the Yitian Sword was obtained by Mr. Murong with his unique skills, I am also willing to use it
An exchange of unique skills.”
"That's not bad!" Murong Fu rolled his eyes slightly at him, "But the secret skills that senior has come up with are at least at the level of the Nine Yin Manual."
"you!"
"how?"
"It's nothing!" Bai Mei gritted his teeth and said, "It's not like Emei doesn't have martial arts at the same level as the Nine Yin Manual."
When Murong Fu saw that Bai Mei was suddenly so talkative, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Then his heart moved and he said, "Don't talk about the Emei Nine Yang Gong? This doesn't count."
"Why doesn't it count?" Baimei was stunned for a moment and asked in a solemn voice.
Murong Fu didn't say anything. He raised his palm and exerted a slight movement. Immediately, a small ball of light red energy surged out of his palm, and traces of hot breath spread to the surrounding area.
"Nine...Nine Yang Divine Art!" Baimei said in shock, "How can you do it too?"
"Who told you to rely on your old age and act like one? Now you have been suppressed by me!" Murong Fu's eyes flashed with pride, but he said in a deep voice: "Now, senior, you know why I don't want Emei Nine Yang Gong.
"
Bai Mei took a deep look at Murong Fu and nodded slowly, "Although the Nine-Yang Magic Technique you performed just now is very superficial, it is indeed the authentic Nine-Yang Magic Technique."
"Senior, if you still have any special skills, don't hide them. I don't believe that your sect, which has been passed down for so long, only has this little knowledge." Murong Fu said with a smile.
Bai Mei pondered for a long time, then suddenly asked: "I saw last night that you are quite accomplished in swordsmanship. How about we spar with each other?"
Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned. Did this old man really want to rob him? He said with a bitter smile, "Senior also knows that in order to save the people of the Emei sect last night, the junior was seriously injured, so he is definitely no match for the senior."
"Humph, you don't have to dazzle me with your words," Bai Mei glared, "Others may not be able to tell, but I know that with your current state, even I am not sure that I will definitely capture you!"
Murong Fu smiled coquettishly, "We have something to talk about, why bother using swords?"
Baimei said nothing, and suddenly a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes.
Murong Fu's heart tightened, and he was about to pull away, but he saw Bai Mei's right hand wave slightly, put his two fingers together, and pointed directly at his face.
It seemed like an ordinary move, but Murong Fu seemed to be caught in the rain of thousands of swords, with the sword intent all over his body and the strong wind biting his bones.
"Old man with white eyebrows!" Murong Fu was slightly angry. Without thinking, he pinched his sword finger and pointed at Bai Mei's finger.
In an instant, the two people's fingers touched, and then a harsh sound of "chichichichi" sounded, and the cyan and white sword energy around the two people collided fiercely.
Murong Fu suddenly felt a trepidation in his heart. It seemed that he had been murmuring about this old man before. No wonder it made Ba Siba feel jealous.
Just when he was about to use Lingbo to move slightly to distance himself, Bai Mei's sword finger suddenly retracted, and with a slight wave of his hand, the raging sword energy around him disappeared immediately.
Murong Fu looked at Bai Mei blankly.
Bai Mei also looked at Murong Fu with a complicated expression.
After a while, Bai Mei took the lead and said: "Yes, with your swordsmanship, there should be few people in the world who can rival you!"
"Is he testing me?" Murong Fu was puzzled, and Bai Mei continued: "I do have a secret skill, but it's just a fragment. Maybe with your talent, you can penetrate it."
"Let's talk and listen first. Don't fool me. You also know what my Murong family does!" Murong Fu said with an unconcerned look.
Bai Mei chuckled softly, "I don't know what the Murong family does, but if you don't know the difference, I have other secrets for you!"
When he said this, Murong Fu was a little confused and asked lightly: "What secret skill?"
"Have you ever heard of sword control?" Baimei asked leisurely.
"Sword-controlling skills!" Murong Fu was shocked. If it is really sword-controlling skills, even if it is just a fragment, there is no reason to refuse it. You must know the legendary martial arts that can take a person's head from thousands of miles away, and can even fly with a sword.
Who wouldn’t want to be a swordsman?
Bai Mei shook his head, "It can only be said that it is a superficial part of the sword-controlling technique. It is not a real sword-controlling technique. I call it the 'sword swinging technique'."
"Swordsmanship?" Murong Fu murmured, and then his heart moved, and his face returned to calmness, "This name is quite unique, but if it is just superficial, it is not enough compared with Yitian Sword!"
Bai Mei was stunned for a moment, then got angry, "Boy, don't be greedy."
"Calm down, calm down!" Murong Fu said with a sneer: "Well, as long as the senior agrees to one more condition for the junior, the junior will change!"
"What conditions!" Baimei stared at Murong Fu with a gloomy face, ready to take action if he disagreed with her. (To be continued)