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Chapter 184 Xiaoyao School Uncle, Online One-on-One Teaching
Although Meng Xiuyuan chatted with the eight Hangu friends, his hands didn't stop.

In just a moment, Ding Chunqiu had exhausted the Xingxiu disciples who could be used to stop him, this old monster's complexion became more and more tense, and beads of sweat gradually ooze from his forehead.

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu suddenly raised his hands and shouted at Meng Xiuyuan:

"Uncle Master, stop now, I have something to say!"

Meng Xiuyuan didn't pay any attention to the words, instead he snorted coldly, waved his sleeve lightly, and swept towards Ding Chunqiu with a strong wind.

This sleeve wind seems to have no power, but Ding Chunqiu was shocked when he saw it, he hastily jumped to the side, dodging in embarrassment.

But at the position where he was standing just now, the green grass on the ground immediately turned brown and withered, and a large area died in just a few breaths.

"How did this little bastard find out?!"

Ding ChunQiu only thought it was unbelievable, but he cursed secretly in his heart.

The poison powder he used just now is colorless, odorless and extremely fine. It was already late at night and the light in the courtyard was dim. I thought Meng Xiuyuan would never notice it no matter how good his martial arts were.

But he didn't expect that Meng Xiuyuan had already seen through it in an instant.

On Meng Xiuyuan's side, he just smiled slightly, secretly thinking that he might have a little high opinion of this Xingxiu old monster, and even went to Dali to find that mangguzhu clam in order to deal with him.

Because just now when Ding Chunqiu shouted to stop, Meng Xiuyuan had actually seen through his intention.

Ding Chunqiu raised his cuffs slightly, subtly channeling his internal energy, and sent the poisonous powder towards Meng Xiuyuan, although this series of actions were well disguised, the subtle energy generated by the internal energy cannot be deceived.

With the internal cultivation skills accumulated between Meng Xiuyuan's two lifetimes, he can naturally detect it in advance.

"I thought that your poisonous deeds are famous all over the world, and you should have reached the point of taking people's lives silently.

But now it seems that there are traces to follow after all.

Ding Chunqiu, if you want me to say, you better not use these crooked ways, and honestly use the kung fu of the Xiaoyao School to fight me.

Since I cleaned up the house for your master today, I want to make you understand. "

Hearing this, Ding Chunqiu had a rather ugly look on his face, he shook his feather fan, and said sadly:

"Do you think that the old man has passed on all the advanced martial arts of his sect to you, so you must surely beat me?
Hmph, I don't think so.

No matter how good your kung fu is, it will be used by people after all.

If you are defeated later, Master Uncle, please honestly explain these martial arts skills, don’t let me, a martial nephew, embarrass you, and even go out to torture you, hurting our friendship..."

Before the words finished, Ding Chunqiu pointed his toes and floated towards Meng Xiuyuan's direction, his appearance was quite firm.

He had failed all kinds of tricks just now, so he realized that today he had to fight head-to-head with Meng Xiuyuan in order to walk out of this courtyard alive.

Therefore, at this moment, Ding Chunqiu has no luck in his heart, on the contrary, he is playing more and more bravely, using his kung fu more and more delicately.

I can see that his movements are light and elegant, leisurely and elegant, quite in line with the essence of Xiaoyao School's martial arts.Among the beautiful dance-like moves, there is a hidden murderous intent, and the moves are coming towards Meng Xiuyuan's vital points.

Moreover, this Xingxiu old monster has rich experience and knows that Meng Xiuyuan's skill is far superior to his, so every time he fights with Meng Xiuyuan, he doesn't fight recklessly.

Meng Xiuyuan saw that Ding Chunqiu's kung fu is quite charming, much stronger than that of Su Xinghe, so he deliberately split a few moves with him, and also made it all the kung fu of the Xiaoyao School, not taking advantage of him.

At this time, I saw the two people floating in the courtyard, under the afterglow of the setting sun, it seemed that two gods, one old and one young, were dancing together.

And Kang Guangling, who was playing the piano at the side, couldn't help being attracted by this scene. His fingers moved faster and faster on the strings, and the rhythm just matched the rhythm of the two people's fight. artistic conception.

After dozens of moves like this, Meng Xiuyuan had almost seen Ding Chunqiu's kung fu clearly, and couldn't help sighing while fighting:
"I exchanged the unique art of the Xiaoyao School from your master, but he was seriously injured after all, so he could only dictate, not demonstrate, after all, he lacked some details.

But I didn't expect that today, in your body, I have seen through many key points of Xiaoyao martial arts.

You are really good at learning kung fu, but it is a pity that you have been distracted by those sorcery and poisonous kung fu for decades.

If not, even if your martial arts state today is not as good as those of your masters and uncles, you still have a chance to go further..."

Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly when he heard the words, and the offensive in his hands became more and more urgent:
"Hmph, my kung fu is extensive and profound, I know it.

If it wasn't for that old thing dying and not wanting to hand over his secret knowledge to me, why would I need to study other things? ! "

Meng Xiuyuan frowned slightly, secretly thinking that Ding Chunqiu is so shameless, so he purposely sarcastically said:

"If your master doesn't teach you, it's fine if you ask your teacher's wife to teach you.

You have already climbed onto her bed, so is she still keeping secrets from you? "

As soon as these words came out, Ding Chunqiu seemed to recall some sad past events, his complexion became more and more ugly, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan laughed, and didn't want to entangle him anymore, so he immediately said loudly to him:
"Don't worry, your master and wife don't teach you, I, the uncle, will teach you.

Look, this is "Tianshan Zhemeishou"..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Xiuyuan made a false move with his right hand, and grabbed the opponent's chest.

That Ding Chunqiu suddenly felt his body lighten, and he involuntarily floated towards Meng Xiuyuan's hand, he couldn't help being shocked for a moment, he didn't expect Meng Xiuyuan's internal energy to be so strong.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, he decided to slam his heart, and with this force of rushing forward, he rushed forward, mobilized his whole body's true energy, and slapped Meng Xiuyuan's chest with his palm:
"Little bastard, you still can't be my uncle!"

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan was overjoyed, he didn't expect that Ding Chunqiu dared to fight him, he was not polite at once, he stretched out a palm to strike Ding Chunqiu together:
"This "Six Sun Palms of Tianshan Mountain" was taught to me seriously by your master when he taught me.

He said to use this palm technique to "circle and fly, move forward and force", and find the enemy's flaws in the fight, which is the essence of getting it.

But when I use it myself, I never have the chance to fight with others.

I don't know if it's right to teach like this, so you can just make do with it..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a loud "bang", and as the fine pieces of cloth were scattered, Ding Chunqiu flew backwards quickly, spitting out a big mouthful of blood in the air.It wasn't until he broke an osmanthus tree in the courtyard that he fell down and sat slumped beside the broken tree.

Looking closely at its appearance, one can see that the sleeve robe on Ding Chunqiu's right side has long since disappeared, and his right arm is dripping with blood and broken every inch of it, its appearance is unbearable.

However, what was unexpected was that although Ding Chunqiu's face was pale and sweating profusely from the pain, his face was full of complacency, and he couldn't help laughing out loud in a slightly weak voice:

"Little beast, how does my "Huagong Dafa" taste? Is it dizzy and unable to mobilize the true energy?
Hahaha, as I said earlier, no matter how good the kung fu is, it depends on who uses it.

As young and frivolous as you are, it's no wonder that you fell into the old fairy's trick..."

When Ding Chunqiu said this, he stopped suddenly, as if someone had strangled his neck.

Because Meng Xiuyuan still had a smile on his face at this time, and he walked slowly towards him, without seeming to lose his skills at all.

"Impossible...absolutely impossible!"

At this moment Ding ChunQiu no longer cared about his demeanor, his face was quite excited.

He secretly thought that he just took advantage of the pair of palms to infiltrate the poison accumulated in his palms for decades into Meng Xiuyuan's body, there was no reason why Meng Xiuyuan was so safe and sound.

And Meng Xiuyuan didn't 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 moves of the Xiaoyao School's external skills, and I have nothing to teach you.

That being the case, let me teach you an inner skill.

Your "Huagong Dafa" is playing tricks, the so-called skill of transforming people is just a technique of using poison.

I will make this original version of "Northern Ming Shen Gong" for you to take a good look at. "

While speaking, Ding Chunqiu only felt his body go limp, and all the zhenqi flowed out from his body, and it was all sucked away from him by Meng Xiuyuan.

He also wanted to resist, but he was completely powerless.

This is the first time for Meng Xiuyuan to use the "Northern Underworld Divine Art" to absorb people's internal energy, so he can't help but feel a little unfamiliar.But this kung fu is based on his 200-year-old Beiming Zhenqi, the suction is extremely strong, within a short moment, Ding Chunqiu has already lay down on the ground, dying.

Although Ding Chunqiu's poison kung fu was immediately transformed into Beiming Zhenqi, Meng Xiuyuan still wouldn't let it stay in his body and pollute his spirit.

He immediately swung his palm and let out all the true energy, causing strong winds and dust to fill the courtyard.

Seeing this scene, Hangu Bayou at the side couldn't understand what happened, only thought that there was a sudden change, and couldn't help being very worried.

Kang Guangling's piano sound stopped, Gou Du's poems stopped, and even Wu Lingjun, who had just brought over the desk and chair, paper and pen, stopped drawing.

Everyone looked at each other, and Dang put down what he was doing without hesitation, and rushed to Meng Xiuyuan's side with a weapon in hand:
"Uncle Master Master, are you alright?!"

Fortunately, what he saw was Meng Xiuyuan's indifferent smile:
"I'm fine, I just want to trouble you to find some drinks."

"Yes, I'm going right now!"

Although Xue Muhua didn't understand what Meng Xiuyuan's intentions were, he didn't care, and turned around and ran away.

"why did you do this……"

Ding ChunQiu lost his whole body of vital energy, he looked very weak and desolate.He didn't understand why Meng Xiuyuan didn't clean up the house directly, but left him alive.

Meng Xiuyuan asked with a smile when he heard the words, and said seriously to him:
"With the help of senior brother Wu Yazi, I was able to pass on the miraculous skills of the Xiaoyao School, so I owe him a favor.

You, a traitor who deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors, caused him to be tortured for 30 years. He should execute you himself. "

While speaking, Xue Muhua had already brought some wine, Meng Xiuyuan poured some on his hand without any hesitation, and even cast several life and death talismans on Ding Chunqiu.

In just a moment, this Ding Chunqiu started to pluck his beard, tear his clothes, his fingers were everywhere, blood gushed out from his body, he tore hard, and kept yelling: "It's itching to death! It's itching to death!", the more The louder the screaming.

Seeing this situation, none of them felt sympathetic to this XingXiu old monster, on the contrary, they all showed joy and couldn't help applauding.

Seeing that the punishment was almost done, Meng Xiu immediately stretched out his hand and knocked Ding Chunqiu unconscious, and then said to Hangu Eight Friends beside him:
"This XingXiu old monster, I will leave it to you.

Take him to your master and ancestors, and let them execute it with their own hands.

I will teach you the method of suppressing this life and death talisman temporarily. Even if you want to punish this villain on your way, don't go too far and let him die on the way. "

When everyone heard the words, they were all greatly surprised. They knelt down and kowtowed to thank Meng Xiuyuan loudly.

Because they all understood that Meng Xiuyuan was helping them on purpose.With such credit, Su Xinghe would definitely be willing to let them return to his sect this time, and become upright disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect.

When everyone was saluting, they heard an equally joyful voice coming from the outer hall, from far to near:

"Uncle Master Master, I've already finished the small box you asked me to make!

When will we burn this dog thief? ! "

Hearing the prestige and looking around, he saw that it was the "craftsman" Feng Asan who had been missing just now, running over excitedly holding a wooden box.

Taking a closer look, I saw that in a short period of time, the small wooden box in his hand was made very delicately.

Not only are there intricate patterns engraved on the sides, but also a disgusting mangy dog ​​is carved on the lid of the wooden box, which can be described as exquisite and lifelike.

Seeing this, everyone applauded and laughed loudly, which made Feng Ahsan a little embarrassed.

……

After briefly dealing with Ding Chunqiu's matter, Meng Xiuyuan should take his leave and leave, he doesn't want to stay in Xue's residence any longer.

Although the eight people wanted to keep Meng Xiuyuan behind, and tried their best to show respect to the sect master's uncle, but they didn't dare to go against Meng Xiuyuan's intention, so they had to give up.

Before leaving, Meng Xiuyuan explained two things to Xue Muhua, one is to ask him to interrogate these Xingxiu disciples, and then punish them according to their crimes, and the other is to let him stay with the Xiaoyao Sect, and then go to the Valley of Flowers to help Qiao San The Huai couple recuperated for a period of time.

Xue Muhua nodded quickly when he heard the words, expressing that he would definitely handle the matter well and never dared to live up to his master and uncle's entrustment.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan was relieved, and after saying goodbye to the eight interesting juniors, he left and headed south towards Wuxi City.

Because when he came back from Dali this time, he saw that Xue Muhua left a letter and knew that it was Ding Chunqiu who had committed the crime, so he immediately came to help him, and he hadn't had time to have a good word with Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao when he got home. .

Now that the matter is over, Meng Xiuyuan naturally wants to go back and reunite with the old couple, and he can't always make them worry in such a hurry.

But he didn't expect that his journey home would be somewhat tortuous.

It was okay at the beginning, it was a smooth journey, and there was nothing special about it.But when Meng Xiu traveled to the wilderness near Wuxi City and was about to reach the door of his house, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

In the pattering rain, one could only hear the sound of horseshoes in the distance, looking for the sound, it turned out that the galloping horse was actually an acquaintance sitting on it.

"Brother Meng, it's really you?!

Great, please save me, save Miss Wang! ! "

　Although the eight friends of Hangu do not have many roles in the TV series, they have a lot of space in Tianlong's original work. They are quite interesting supporting roles, and they are a rare sense of humor in this tragedy.

I think these eight live treasures are very interesting, so I wrote some plots related to them, but I didn't expect some readers to say that this is in the water.

Then I will try not to write such supporting roles in the future.

　
(End of this chapter)