The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 182

The pressure covering his body dissipated like a flash in the pan, Jiumozhi took a rough breath, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and the look of fear in his eyes remained undiminished.

Is this young man in front of him really a human?

Holding the paper book in which the practice method of Yi Jin Jing was written, Jiumozhi smiled bitterly, there really is no free lunch in this world.

"Jumozhi was convinced and let the young master order him."

Nodding in satisfaction, Qingxuan stood up and left the inn straight away.

Standing on the spot hesitated for a while, Jiumozhi gritted his teeth, it doesn't seem to be a shame to be a thug for this kind of person, and the latter can give himself the Yi Jin Jing at will, as long as he follows him, the future is boundless.

Practicing Yi Jin Jing, he is expected to become a master.

Originally, the purpose of his coming here was to learn martial arts from the Central Plains. Now, as long as he helps this young man to do things, he can get better martial arts and there will be no conflict at all.

The most important thing is that he has accepted the Yi Jin Jing and promised that if he backs out, the end will probably not be good.

Leaving the county town and walking on the flat road that had been run over countless times by horse-drawn carriages, Qingxuan said calmly, "You should know how to get to Gusu Murong's family, right?"

"The little monk once lived in the Central Plains for a long time, visited various places, and talked about martial arts with the Murong family 'Murong Bo' in Gusu, and knew how to go."

"Lead the way."

Jiumozhi nodded slightly, and couldn't help speeding up his pace, heading straight for Suzhou.

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Lan Jian fell, dark red bananas appeared on the screen.

Leisure dream Jiangnan plum ripe day,
The night boat plays the flute and the rain is desolate.

Renyu Post Side Bridge.

As the saying goes, there is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. Suzhou, as a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, is pleasant all year round, full of flowers, and beautiful. It is a long journey from Yanmenguan to Suzhou, but the two are not ordinary people. finally arrived.

"Young master, Murong's house in Gusu is located in the depths of the reed pond in Dongting. It's called Canhezhuang, and we have to walk for a quarter of an hour to get there."

Jiumozhi used his internal force to move the water splash, and the boat moved forward on the water at an extremely fast speed.

It was the early summer of June, with apricot blossoms on the path, green willows hanging down the lake, and the warm summer wind blowing on my body, I was really drunk, standing on the bow of the boat, Qingxuan was silent, admiring the beautiful scenery of Taihu Lake, but My heart is quite boring.

During the half month's journey, traveling with the old monk Jiumozhi was simply a kind of torture for him, which made him doubt life a little bit.

However, as a thug, Jiumozhi has done his duty along the way.

In this troubled world, there were many bandits and bandits on the road. He was dressed luxuriously, and there were no less than three waves of people blocking the road to rob, but they were all easily resolved by the latter.

If it wasn't for his usefulness, Qingxuan would have driven him away a long time ago. Now that I think about it, when I was in the plane of Tianxing Jiuge, I had that goblin Yan Lingji serving me. No matter where I went, I was in a happy mood. very.

No, you have to find a maid, otherwise you will have to suffer to death in the days to come.

Glancing at Jiumozhi, Qingxuan narrowed his eyes, resisting the urge to push him into Taihu Lake, turned around, and closed his eyes.

Jiumozhi, who was urging the water splash, felt baffled, but he didn't care about it. He was still very happy. After half a month of practice, the Yi Jin Jing had already begun to learn. Able to step into the guru realm.

Thinking about it now, being a thug for this master is simply a great opportunity that can't be met.

Canhe Village is located in the depths of Dongting Weitang, [-] miles west of Gusu City. It was built by the Murong family, descendants of the royal family of the Xianbei Yan Kingdom. When it was completed, it was named 'Shenhe', which was intended to inspire and avenge shame.

There is a "Han Shi Shui Pavilion" in the villa, which contains many martial arts classics collected by the ancestors of the Murong family in Gusu.

As time went by, the boat approached the Swallow Dock above Taihu Lake.

When the boat docked on the shore, just after landing, two guards with swords shouted, "Who is here?"

Keeping his feet on the ground, Qingxuan raised his eyes slightly, leaped over the two guards, looked at the row upon row of houses, and nodded slightly.

"This is Murong's house in Gusu. Murong Longcheng will choose a place."

As soon as the words fell, the two guards looked at each other with anger in their eyes, and said in a low voice: "Presumptuous, how dare you call your ancestors by their names!"

Jiumozhi's figure rushed out, and the two guards were mere third-rate, in front of the peak warriors, they were no different from infants, and Jiumozhi's two fingers immediately sealed the meridians, and the thin internal force in the body was lost.

In an instant, the two of them turned pale with fright, and retreated together.

"Jumozhi is here to visit, why don't you call Murong to come back?"

With Qingxuan as a great god, Jiumozhi was very aware of his current position, so he simply threw the friendship between Murong Bo and him out of the blue. This choice was simply a sub-question.

Although Murong Bo is strong, but at most he is a bit stronger than himself, compared with his master, he is completely different.

Frightened by Jiumozhi, the two guards turned pale, they didn't dare to stay, turned around and rushed towards the Yanziwu.

Not long after, the two guards left and returned, followed by a middle-aged man who was extremely ugly but could not hide his heroic spirit.

Top notch.

Following the eyes of the two guards, the middle-aged man looked at Qingxuan and Jiumozhi, frowned, and said coldly: "It's different under the package, the two trespassed on Yanziwu, why don't you release our Murong family in Gusu?" Do you see it?"

Bao BuTong, one of the four great generals under Gusu Murong's command, ranked third.

Qingxuan raised his eyebrows, glanced at Jiumozhi, put his hands behind his back, admiring the surrounding scenery, but turned a deaf ear to Bao Budong's words, it's not worth mentioning.

Jiumozhi seemed to see his impatience, stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice: "Swallow Wu, little monk really doesn't pay attention to it, stop gossip, let Murong come back soon."

Hearing his contemptuous words, Bao BuTong frowned tightly, seeing that the two people came in a bad way, anger welled up in his heart, and he shouted: "You're courting death!"

As soon as the words fell, the inner energy was lingering, and Bao Dong's body burst out, and the majestic inner energy in the palm of his hand lingered, and with a whistling sound, he came straight to Jiumozhi.

Seeing this, Jiumozhi's eyes flashed with disdain, and he pointed out with his index finger at an extremely fast speed, as if to tear the air apart.

"Oh!"

The moment the index finger collided with the palm, the strength raged and set off a hurricane.

"Pfft!"

In the next second, Bao BuTong's face changed wildly, terrifying force spread up his palm, his body trembled violently, and immediately he vomited blood and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

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