In Shi Qing's mind, this Senior He's martial arts skills were as high as those of his senior brother, Taoist Master Tianxu. He was a far cry from the worldly master. He never expected that he would end up in such an embarrassing situation. He couldn't help but think to himself,
"How powerful is the opponent's martial arts?"
A blush flashed across Old He Zudao's face, and he snorted softly, "This person has many tricks up his sleeves, and I almost got caught. Please tell everyone to be careful."
After saying that, he ducked away and disappeared.
"What..." Shi Qing opened his mouth, but swallowed the words again. He knew that He Zudao's appearance was not suitable for meeting the heroes.
"Husband, what happened?" came a soft voice, it was Min Rou who was as gentle as water.
Immediately afterwards, the heroes arrived and asked what happened just now. Some clever people guessed that He Zudao came out to chase someone, but now even He Zudao was missing, which inevitably made people confused.
Shi Qing didn't say much, he just vaguely said, "I've already disappeared by this time."
At this time, Murong Fu, who was not far away, was cursing and cursing incessantly. Although the blood flow from the punctured wound had been stopped, it was still painful, "This damn old man is really taking advantage of him.
Next time I will stab his palm with a sword."
But he knew that if it hadn't been for Na He Zudao's own martial arts problems, he would not have gained the upper hand.
Ding Minjun was amused. In her eyes, Murong Fu at this moment was just like a child fighting to hold a grudge. However, due to Murong Fu's power, he did not dare to laugh out loud and his face turned red.
Not long after walking, suddenly, a sharp scream sounded and spread throughout the Yingbin Pavilion.
Ding Minjun's scalp immediately became numb and goosebumps appeared all over his body. He unconsciously took two steps forward quickly, but did not notice that Murong Fu had stopped and bumped into him.
"What's wrong?" Murong Fu suddenly felt two soft objects hitting his back. He understood, but he turned around and asked with a smile.
Ding Minjun felt pain in her chest, but she couldn't express it clearly, and the contact just now made her body freeze in place as if she had received an electric shock.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and stopped asking. He turned to look at the place where the sound came from. At the same time, not far away from him, there was another burst of chaotic footsteps. Apparently, the scream just now also attracted the attention of the heroes in the Central Plains.
"Anyway, if you have nothing to do, you might as well go and see the excitement." Murong Fu seemed to be talking to himself, and then he walked over, and Ding Minjun hurriedly followed.
It was a stone building not far from Murong Fu's residence. It was a relatively large stone building in the Yingbin Pavilion. A large number of people had already gathered outside the stone building.
Murong Fu was about to pass by when he suddenly stopped and glanced at a tree not far away from him.
Murong Fu seemed unaware and continued to move forward, but at the next moment, with a flick of his wrist, he suddenly slapped a palm towards the tree.
"Zizzi" was heard twice. Before Murong Fu's palm power could reach it, a burst of smoke suddenly appeared from behind the tree, and then a slender black shadow suddenly flashed out.
The black shadow looked at Murong Fu in great surprise, but showed no intention of taking action. With a sway, he jumped to a distance of about ten feet, and then gradually became insubstantial.
A strange light flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, he took a step forward, moved his body a few feet out of thin air, stretched out his hand to grab it, and a suction force enveloped the black shadow.
The black figure paused for a moment, then the silver light flashed around his waist, and with a "sizzle" sound, a sharp blade slashed backwards, but its target was not Murong Fu.
"Poof", as if something had been cut open, the black figure broke free from some restraints in an instant, ran forward without looking back, and disappeared into the night in a few flashes.
Murong Fu involuntarily took half a step back, retracted his palm, and stared blankly at the palm of his hand, where he saw a long, shiny black hair lying there.
"Sir," Ding Minjun stepped forward and asked doubtfully, "Who is that person?"
Murong Fu put away his long hair without leaving a trace, looked up at the direction in which the black shadow was leaving, and shook his head, "I don't know either, but he shouldn't be from the Central Plains."
"Oh? Why do you say that?" For some reason, Ding Minjun became more courageous after having close contact with Murong Fu several times tonight. Before, she would not have dared to ask more questions.
"The martial arts he used are not from the Central Plains martial arts." After Murong Fu finished speaking, he walked straight forward.
Regarding the man in black just now, he had some vague guesses in his mind, but he couldn't prove it. However, the appearance of the man in black here was obviously related to the previous screams. He wanted to see what happened now.
Seeing that Murong Fu didn't want to say anything, Ding Minjun naturally didn't dare to ask any more questions and followed him without saying a word.
When we arrived in front of Deshilou, the lights were brightly lit, and a man could be heard wailing from the crowd, "Brother, who wants to harm you, and who is so vicious..."
The heroes were whispering to each other, and the scene was very chaotic.
Murong Fu looked up at the place where the plaque was hung on the stone building. There was a vertical chess piece with a blue and white Bagua pattern printed on it, and the word "Bagua" embroidered on the side.
Murong Fu frowned slightly, but he couldn't remember what sect it was.
There are countless sects, big and small, in the rivers and lakes like crucian carp crossing the river. His attention has always been on some first-rate sects, but he has never paid attention to these inferior sects.
"Sir, this is the sign of the Bagua Sect." Ding Minjun seemed to notice that Murong Fu didn't recognize this sect, so he cautiously approached his ear and introduced softly, "This Bagua Sect can barely be considered a member of the Wudang Sect.
Branch."
"Huh?" Murong Fu looked puzzled. If it was a branch of Wudang, it was absolutely impossible for him not to know about it. He had never heard of any branch of the Bagua Sect in Wudang.
Ding Minjun pursed his lips and smiled and explained, "The founder of the Bagua Sect is called Wang Weiyang. He was originally a lay disciple of the Wudang Sect. When he was thirty years old, he came down from the mountain and started a dart business. With a Bagua knife, he
A pair of Bagua Zhang defeated the invincible opponents in the green forests of Jiangbei, and later created their own 'Bagua Sect'."
"Because he is a disciple of Wudang, he has always regarded himself as a branch of Wudang. However, because he is only an outer disciple of Wudang, the Wudang sect does not recognize the existence of this branch."
Murong Fu suddenly understood that according to the rules of the martial arts, if a disciple of a certain sect can become famous in the martial arts world and achieve great success, he can establish his own sect. However, this sect is still regarded as a branch of the sect, but the outer sect cannot be regarded as a branch of the sect.
The disciples, that is, the lay disciples of Wudang and Shaolin, are not included in this list.
Of course, if you say this, the love of incense can be cut off immediately. Many branches of sects are like the Bagua sect.
"The person who died must be Wang Weiyang." Murong Fu thought in his heart, and walked straight towards the field. The crowd naturally separated into a lane, but no one noticed Murong Fu's arrival.
When I got closer, I saw a headless corpse lying on the floor in front of the stone building. It was of medium build and plainly dressed. There was a scimitar hanging on the waist. One hand held the scabbard and the other hand held the handle.
It was only an inch long. It was obvious that the man's head was missing before he could draw the sword.
The incision on the neck was extremely smooth. It could be said that the head was chopped off with one knife, without any pause in the process. It was obvious that the murderer struck very quickly, cruelly and decisively.
"Oh, who did this? To be so ruthless?" One person in the crowd shook his head and sighed.
Shi Qing took two steps forward, reached out and dipped his hand into the blood on the corpse's neck, then explored other places, and said, "The blood is still hot. There are no other wounds on the corpse. One stab is fatal."
The heroes immediately rolled their eyes and said, "My head is gone. If it wasn't a fatal blow, it would be fatal."
Shi Qing glanced around and asked the middle-aged man who was crying on the headless corpse, "Is the dead person the leader of the Bagua Sect, King Weiyang?"
The middle-aged man shook his head, "No, it was my senior brother Zhang Zhaozhong who died. The master has long since retired from the position of head, and now he is enjoying his old age in the family."
As soon as these words came out, all the heroes were shocked.
Someone immediately asked, "Are you talking about Fire Hand Judge Zhang Zhaozhong?"
The middle-aged man nodded.
The heroes looked at each other in confusion. It was said that Zhang Zhaozhong was also a disciple of Wudang. He was good at wielding a Ningbi Sword, had excellent martial arts skills, and was a righteous man. He had a good reputation in the north.
No one had much doubt as to why Zhang Zhaozhong became the leader of the Bagua Sect. Most of the people present were leaders of the same sect, but most of them were temporary scapegoats to deal with the order of the Knight Island to reward good and punish evil.
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I just didn't expect that Zhang Zhaozhong would become the scapegoat of the Bagua Sect and die inexplicably in the Yingbin Pavilion.
Could it be that the people from Xiake Island have discovered everyone's plan and plan to kill everyone before drinking Laba porridge? Everyone was thinking secretly when a man walked out of the stone building, holding something in his hand.
When everyone looked at it, they saw that it was a bloody human head, with its face alternating between green and red, just like a living person, its eyes widened, and it looked like it was refusing to rest in peace.
Among the people, no one had seen what Zhang Zhaozhong looked like, but when Xiake Island invited people, they would verify his identity and there was no falsehood. Since the middle-aged man said that the deceased was Zhang Zhaozhong, no one doubted it.
"Ah!" Ding Minjun couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw the human head. Ever since she was frightened by Murong Fu that day, she was a little allergic to human heads.
Everyone followed the sound and discovered that there was a handsome young man and a good-looking woman in the crowd.
"It's you!" Ding Busan and Ding Busi recognized Murong Fu immediately, and a trace of anger flashed across their faces. Ding Busi was the most frustrated, "I remember, it was you who plotted the plot during the day.
I!"
As he spoke, his right hand came out, his left hand came out from under his right hand, his palms interspersed with each other, and he shot three palms in a row. The speed of the shot was quite rare.
Ding Busan couldn't stop him, so he gave up, thinking that it would be good for the fourth child to try this kid's skills.
Lu Liding naturally recognized Murong Fu, but he huddled in the crowd and pretended not to notice.
Seeing Ding Busi's palm power in the blink of an eye, Murong Fu sneered. He took out his palm with his left hand and his right hand from under his left hand. He also struck out with three palms interspersed with each other. It was exactly the same as Ding Busi's martial arts, but
Both in terms of power and speed, they are obviously much stronger.