184 Xiaoyao Pai Junior Master, online one-to-one teaching
Although Meng Xiuyuan chatted with the eight friends of Hangu, his hands never stopped.
In just a moment, all the Xingxiu disciples around Ding Chunqiu who could be used to block him were exhausted. The old monster's face became more and more tense, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
At this moment, Ding Chunqiu suddenly raised his hands and shouted to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Master Master, please stop, I have something to say!"
Meng Xiuyuan ignored the words and ignored them. Instead, he snorted coldly, waved his sleeves gently, and swept towards Ding Chunqiu with a strong wind.
This sleeve wind seemed to have little power, but Ding Chunqiu was horrified when he saw it. He quickly jumped to the side and evaded in embarrassment.
And just where he was standing, the grass on the ground immediately turned brown and withered, and within a few breaths, large areas of it died.
"How did this little beast find out?!"
Ding Chunqiu felt it was incredible, but he cursed secretly in his heart.
The poisonous powder he used just now was colorless, odorless, and extremely fine. It was getting late at this time, and the light in the courtyard was hazy. I thought that no matter how good Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts was, he would never notice it.
But he didn't expect that Meng Xiuyuan would see through it in just a moment.
Meng Xiuyuan, on the other hand, just smiled slightly, secretly thinking that he might have a high opinion of the old monster Xingxiu, and in order to deal with him, he made a special trip to Dali to find the Manggu Zhuha.
Because when Ding Chunqiu shouted to stop, Meng Xiuyuan had actually seen through his intention.
Ding Chunqiu raised his sleeves slightly and secretly channeled his internal energy to send the poisonous powder towards Meng Xiuyuan. Although this series of actions were well disguised, the subtle energy generated by the internal energy could not be deceived.
With the internal cultivation skills that Meng Xiuyuan accumulated in his two lifetimes, he was naturally able to detect it in advance.
"I originally thought that your poisonous skills were famous all over the world, and you should have reached the point where you took people's lives silently.
But now it seems that there are finally traces to follow.
Ding Chunqiu, let me tell you, you'd better stop using these crooked ways and actually use the Xiaoyao Sect's kung fu to fight with me.
Since I am cleaning up the family for your master today, I will also let you die clearly."
Hearing this, Ding Chunqiu had a rather ugly look on his face. He shook his feather fan and said sadly:
"Do you think that since the old guy passed on all the profound martial arts knowledge of our sect to you, you will definitely be able to defeat me?
Hmm, I don’t think so.
No matter how good your skills are, they are ultimately used by people.
Later, if you are defeated, uncle, please tell me these martial arts skills honestly. Don’t make it difficult for me, my nephew, to torture you and hurt our friendship..."
Before he finished speaking, Ding Chunqiu pointed his toes and floated towards Meng Xiuyuan, looking quite determined.
After all his evil tricks had failed, he realized that today he had to fight Meng Xiuyuan head-on in order to get out of this courtyard alive.
Therefore, at this moment, Ding Chunqiu no longer had any luck in his heart. Instead, he became more courageous and used his kung fu more and more exquisitely.
I can see that his movements are light and elegant, elegant and pure, which is quite in line with the essence of the Xiaoyao sect's martial arts. The beautiful dance-like moves contain hidden murderous intent, and the moves are heading towards Meng Xiuyuan's vitals.
Moreover, this Xingxiu old monster has rich experience and knows that Meng Xiuyuan's skills are far superior to his. Therefore, whenever he fights against Meng Xiuyuan, he does not fight head-on. Instead, he uses his skill to get away with it and tries his best to find flaws in each short fight.
Meng Xiu had a long-term vision that Ding Chunqiu's martial arts was quite charming and much better than that of Su Xinghe, so he deliberately used a few moves against him so that they were all Xiaoyao sect's martial arts and did not take advantage of him.
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At this time, I saw two people rising and falling in the courtyard. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, they seemed to be two gods, one old and one young, dancing together.
Kang Guangling, who was playing the piano at the side, couldn't help but be attracted by this scene. His fingers moved faster and faster on the strings, and the music just matched the rhythm of the two people's fight. The sound of the piano was ethereal, which added to this dangerous competition.
artistic conception.
After dozens of moves like this, Meng Xiuyuan had almost clearly seen Ding Chunqiu's skills. He couldn't help but sigh while fighting:
"I exchanged the unique skills of Xiaoyao Sect from your master, but after all, he was seriously injured and could only speak orally, not demonstrate. After all, some details were missing.
But I didn’t expect that today, I’ve learned a lot about Xiaoyao’s martial arts from you.
You are indeed good at learning Kung Fu, but it is a pity that over the past few decades, you have been distracted by those evil arts and poisonous arts.
If not, even if your martial arts level today is not as good as those of your masters and uncles, you still have the opportunity to make further progress..."
Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly when he heard this, and his offensive became more accelerated:
"Huh, I know that my martial arts is extensive and profound.
If that old guy is not willing to give up his secret knowledge to me, why should I study other things?!"
Meng Xiuyuan frowned slightly, secretly thinking that Ding Chunqiu was so shameless, so he deliberately sarcastically said:
"If your master doesn't teach you, why don't you let your mistress teach you?"
You climbed into her bed, is she still hiding something secret from you?"
As soon as these words came out, Ding Chunqiu seemed to remember some sad past events, his face became even more ugly, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.
Meng Xiuyuan laughed at the situation, and didn't want to be entangled anymore, so he immediately said loudly to him:
"Don't worry, your master and wife won't teach you, I, the uncle, will teach you.
Look, this is "Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand"..."
Before he finished speaking, Meng Xiuyuan used his right hand to grab the opponent's chest.
Ding Chunqiu suddenly felt a lightness in his body and involuntarily floated towards Meng Xiuyuan's hand. He couldn't help but feel a huge shock in his heart. He didn't expect Meng Xiuyuan's skill to be so strong.
Knowing that he couldn't escape, he simply changed his mind and took advantage of the forward momentum to rush forward. He mobilized his whole body's energy and slapped Meng Xiuyuan's chest with a palm:
"You little beast, you still can't be my uncle!"
Meng Xiuyuan was delighted by the sight. He did not expect that Ding Chunqiu would dare to fight with him. He immediately extended his palm and struck Ding Chunqiu with no politeness:
"When your master taught me this "Tianshan Six Yang Palm", he gave me serious instructions.
He said that the essence of this palm technique is to make it 'circle and dance, move forward with every move', and find the enemy's weaknesses in the fight.
But when I use it by myself, I never get a chance to fight with others.
I don’t know if it’s right to teach like this, so you just have to learn from it..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud "bang" sound, and small pieces of cloth flew away. Ding Chunqiu flew backwards quickly, vomiting a large mouthful of blood in the air, until he broke a door in the courtyard.
He fell down from a sweet-scented osmanthus tree and sat down beside the broken tree.
Taking a closer look at its appearance, one can see that the sleeve robe on Ding Chunqiu's right side has long disappeared. One right arm is dripping with blood and broken at every turn, and it looks terrible.
However, what was unexpected was that although Ding Chunqiu's face was pale in pain and dripping with sweat, his face was full of pride and he couldn't help laughing in a slightly weak voice:
"Little beast, how does my "Hua Gong Dafa" taste? Are you dizzy and unable to mobilize your true energy?
Hahaha, I've said it before, no matter how good the skill is, it all depends on who uses it.
As young and frivolous as you are, no wonder you fell into my trap..."
When Ding Chunqiu said this, he suddenly stopped, as if someone had strangled his neck.
Because Meng Xiuyuan still had a smile on his face at this time, walking towards him slowly, without losing his skill at all.
"Impossible...absolutely impossible!"
Ding Chunqiu no longer cared about his demeanor at this time, and his face looked quite excited.
He secretly thought that he had clearly used the opportunity of these palms to infiltrate the poison accumulated in the palms for decades into Meng Xiuyuan's body. There was no reason why Meng Xiuyuan would be so safe and sound.
Meng Xiuyuan didn't even think about explaining anything to him. He just walked up to him, held his still intact left arm and said:
"I have only learned these two external skills moves of the Xiaoyao Sect, and there is nothing left to teach you.
In this case, let me teach you an internal skill.
Your "Transforming Gong Dafa" is trying to be mysterious. The so-called power of transforming people is just a technique of using poison.
I will give you this original version of "Bei Ming Shen Gong" to take a good look at."
As he spoke, Ding Chunqiu felt his body soften, and the true energy all over his body flowed out rapidly, and it was all sucked away from him by Meng Xiuyuan.
He also wanted to resist, but he was completely unable to do so.
This was the first time Meng Xiuyuan used the "Beiming Divine Skill" to absorb people's inner energy, and he couldn't help but feel a little unfamiliar. However, this skill was based on the Beiming Qi he had accumulated for two hundred years, and the suction force was extremely strong. In just a moment, Ding Chunqiu
He was already lying on the ground, dying.
Although Ding Chunqiu's poisonous energy was immediately transformed into Beiming Qi, Meng Xiuyuan still refused to let it remain in his body and pollute his own essence.
He immediately waved his palm and released all the energy, causing strong winds to rise in the courtyard and dust to fill the sky.
Seeing this scene, Hangu's eight friends on the side couldn't understand what happened. They just said that there was a sudden change, and they couldn't help but feel very worried.
The sound of Kang Guangling's piano stopped, the poems Gou read stopped writing, and even Wu Lingjun, who had just moved the desk, chair, paper and pen, stopped drawing.
Everyone looked at each other and without hesitation put down what they were doing and rushed towards Meng Xiuyuan with their weapons in hand:
"Uncle Master, are you okay?!"
Fortunately, what he saw was still Meng Xiuyuan's indifferent smile:
"I'm fine, I just want to trouble you and go find some drinks."
"Yes, I'll go right away!"
Although Xue Muhua didn't understand Meng Xiuyuan's intention, he didn't care and turned around and ran away.
"why did you do this……"
Ding Chunqiu lost all his energy and looked very weak and desolate. He didn't understand why Meng Xiuyuan didn't clean up the house directly, but still spared his life.
Meng Xiuyuan smiled when he heard this and said seriously:
"With the help of Senior Brother Wuyazi, I was able to teach the magical skills of Xiaoyao Sect, so I owe him a favor.
You, a traitor who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, caused him to suffer for thirty years. It is up to him to execute you."
While they were talking, Xue Muhua had already brought some wine, and Meng Xiuyuan did not hesitate, pouring some directly into his hand, and even cast several life and death talismans on Ding Chunqiu.
In just a moment, Ding Chunqiu began to pull at his beard and tear his clothes. His fingers were everywhere, and blood was flowing out of his body. He scratched hard and kept shouting: "It's itching me to death! It's itching me to death!"
The screams got louder and louder.
When everyone saw this situation, no one sympathized with the old monster Xingxiu. Instead, everyone looked happy and couldn't help but clapped their hands and applauded.
Meng Xiuyuan was almost done punishing him, and he immediately stretched out his hand to knock Ding Chunqiu unconscious, and then said to the eight friends of Hangu next to him:
"I will leave this old monster Xingxiu to you.
Take him to your master and master, and let them execute him with their own hands.
I will teach you how to temporarily suppress this life and death talisman later. Even if you want to punish this evil thief on the way, don't go too far and let him die on the way."
When everyone heard this, they were all greatly surprised. They all knelt down and kowtowed, loudly thanking Meng Xiuyuan.
Because they all understood that Meng Xiuyuan was intentionally helping them. With such merit, Su Xinghe would definitely be willing to let them return to his sect this time and become upright Xiaoyao sect disciples.
While everyone was saluting, they heard an equally joyful voice coming from the outer hall, from far to near:
"Uncle Master, I have already finished the small box you asked me to make!
When did we burn this thief?!"
Hearing the sound, he went over and saw that it was indeed the "skillful craftsman" Feng Asan, who had been missing just now, running over happily holding a wooden box.
Looking closer, I saw that in a short period of time, the small wooden box in his hand was made very delicately.
Not only were there intricate patterns carved around it, but there was also a disgusting-looking mangy dog engraved on the lid of the wooden box, which was exquisite and lifelike.
When everyone saw this, they all clapped their hands and laughed, making Feng Asan a little embarrassed.
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After simply handling Ding Chunqiu's matter, Meng Xiuyuan immediately said goodbye and left, not wanting to stay in the Xue Mansion any longer.
Although the eight people wanted to keep Meng Xiuyuan and try their best to honor the master's uncle, they did not dare to go against Meng Xiuyuan's wishes and had to give up.
Before leaving, Meng Xiuyuan told Xue Muhua two things. One was to ask him to interrogate these Xingxiu disciples and then punish them according to their guilt. The other was to let him deal with the Xiaoyao sect and then go to the Flower Valley to help Qiao San.
Huai and his wife spent some time conditioning their bodies.
When Xue Muhua heard this, he quickly nodded in agreement, saying that he would definitely handle the matter well and never dare to live up to his uncle's instructions.
Meng Xiu was relieved by the situation. After saying goodbye to these eight interesting juniors one by one, he left and headed south towards Wuxi City.
Because when he returned from Dali this time, he saw the letter left by Xue Muhua and knew that Ding Chunqiu was the intruder, so he immediately came to rescue him. When he got home, he didn't even have time to say a few words to Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao.
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Now that the matter is over, Meng Xiuyuan naturally wants to go back and have a good reunion with the old couple. He can't make them worry by always being in such a hurry.
But he didn't expect that his journey home would be somewhat tortuous.
It was fine at the beginning, it was a smooth journey, and nothing special was planned. But until Meng Xiu traveled to the wilderness near Wuxi City, and was about to arrive at the door of his house, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
In the drizzling rain, I heard the rapid sound of horse hooves in the distance from far to near. Looking for the sound, I saw that a familiar person was sitting on the horse galloping towards me.