[comprehensive] as a system

Gong Jiu has always known that the little old man Wu Ming is a terrifying person.

Wu Ming is a superb master, he is not only proficient in many kinds of the most terrifying kung fu, but also a genius.

Fairy Ruyi was originally a talented woman in the martial arts world. No matter what kind of martial arts or school, as long as she has seen it twice, she can master it. But her daughter, Ruyi Orchid, has been practicing for 30 years. He was so exhausted that he vomited blood and died.

But it only took Wu Ming three months to learn this skill.

Gong Jiu has always known that Wu Ming is terrible, but he didn't care about it before.

Since leaving Taiping Prince's Mansion, for the ninth son, there is nothing to care about in this world.So even if Wu Ming is a terrifying existence, so what?

But now, when he started planning to get rid of Wu Ming, the Ninth Young Master began to face up to Wu Ming's difficulty and the forces behind him.

Gong Jiu never thinks that he is a fool, he knows that he is not very good at knowing the direction, and he is not very good at calculation, but he also knows that he is a genius.

Others have to learn martial arts for ten or twenty years, but Gong Jiu can practice it in a few months.

If you really want to worry about it, he is only a little worse than the little old man.

So if someone can get rid of Wu Ming, it will not be someone else, it must be Gong Jiu.

But this is not easy.

Gong Jiu left Wu Ming's yard, and as soon as he returned to his own house, Shaman, who was always cold to him, was already waiting for him.

Needless to say, Shaman swung the whip vigorously and beat Gong Jiu's body continuously.

But Gong Jiu found that this couldn't arouse any excitement in him anymore.

Shaman, a stupid woman, thought she was hiding the disgust in her eyes, but he didn't know that the ninth son could see her thoughts clearly.

She was afraid of him, and she hated him too.

Even if Gong Jiu made a move, Shaman escaped the fate of being a plaything, but this woman still wanted him to die.It's a pity that Gong Jiu can let her hurt him, beat him, and whip him at will, but Shaman can never kill him.

Shaman knew that Gong Jiu would not die, and also knew that if Gong Jiu died, her own life would be even more difficult, so she could only hide this disgusting emotion, and while hating him, she still wanted to do something. A pair of ice-cold look hung him.

Gong Jiu knew all this.He didn't say it, just because he didn't care.

Gong Jiu just thought she was stupid, even more stupid than the woman in purple who was killed by Jin Jiuling before.

The smirk at this idiot flashed in Gong Jiu's mind, but after thinking about it, Gong Jiu's cheeks were flushed with blood, and he let out bursts of Shen Yin as before, as if everything was normal.

When Shaman got tired, he was as straightforward as usual, and Gong Jiu turned away with a cold face.

Jiu Gongzi hid the coldness in his eyes and lay down on the cold ground.

But after a while, Gong Jiu turned over slowly, stood up after a while - the injuries on his body were completely gone.

Taking off the broken brocade robe, Gong Jiu tidied herself up carefully, put on her clothes, sat down and waited for the dark.

Gong Jiu kept thinking about the night's actions in her heart, calculating over and over again in her mind.

It was finally dark, Gong Jiu looked at the sky, got up to meet the little old man, fell far behind Wu Ming, and went to a secluded and secret residence in the capital.

He was still far away, Taoist Mu had already noticed Wu Ming's approach, jumped out of the window very vigilantly, stood on the roof and looked at Wu Ming.

Seeing that the expression of the old swordsman dressed as Mu Taoist changed, he took the lead and ran out of the city.Behind him, Wu Ming and Gong Jiu kept chasing him, climbed over the city wall, ran all the way to a wilderness outside the city, and then stopped.

Gong Jiu was afraid of scaring the snake, so he was far away, but his hearing was amazing, and he could hear the voice in front of him clearly.

Taoist Mu turned around and asked the 'Shi Yan' who was chasing after him: "The head of Wudang?! I don't know why you came here?"

This 'Shi Yan' was originally Wu Ming's disguise, his face is fine, and his voice is definitely not the same, so 'Shi Yan' didn't speak, but just stood there watching the old knife handle without making a sound.

Seeing that he was motionless and just staring at him, the old swordsman staggered back a step, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, you really know? Who else knows? You...you didn't tell anyone?! "

Wu Ming's version of 'Shi Yan' was as silent as a dummy, presumably the little old man thought it was funny, so he just shook his head lightly as if joking.

The old knifeman calmed down because of his action, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Okay! I never knew you were so courageous, Shi Yan, you should know that you are not my opponent, how dare you fight me?" People come here... What are you talking about so that I can't teach you?"

'Shi Yan' still didn't speak, but couldn't help but let out a 'poof' laugh.

The old swordman was taken aback, "唰" drew out his sword, pointed at "Shi Yan" and said: "You! You are not Shi Yan! Who are you?!!"

The little old man's version of 'Shi Yan' finally couldn't hold it anymore, Jie Jie said with a strange smile: "Old swordsman, why do you ask more questions? I can know that you are Wudang Mu Taoist, so you still don't understand?"

Taoist Mu's identity was revealed, and he let out a murderous aura all over his body: "You hide your head and show your tail, I want to see who you are!" After speaking, he stabbed towards him with a sword.

The little old man flicked his index finger in an unhurried manner, and the nails that were originally circled all bounced off, like a small sword more than one inch long, holding Taoist Mu's sword edge.

He continued to scold: "You can be regarded as a master who has been famous for a long time, do you think I am a waste like Shi Yan? Do you really think that you can beat me like this?"

Smoke rose from the top of Mu Taoist's head, and he yelled angrily: "Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!!"

After finishing speaking, he connected the point of the sword, and killed the little old man head-on and face-to-face.

Gong Jiu was one mile away, and could only hear the two swords clashing. After a sound like a storm, the two entangled figures separated for a moment, and jumped up again, fighting together.

But at this moment, the little old man's ten fingernails had been cut off, and his face was no longer joking; while the Mu Taoist had a section of hair cut off, and there was an obvious bloodstain on his face.

Gong Jiu hid in the dark to observe the two people who were fighting fiercely, and secretly calculated the physical strength of both sides, and with some regrets, the calculation came to the result—after all, Taoist Mu was still no match for Wu Ming.

Sure enough, after less than a cup of tea, Taoist Mu was obviously slow to move for a moment because of his unstable breath, and the little old man found an opportunity to slap the sword away from the side of the sword with his left hand. However, the palm of his hand suddenly swelled to more than double, and he slapped Mu Taoist's Tianling cover fiercely.

Taoist Mu didn't even hum, he fell to the ground with a 'plop', and he couldn't die anymore.

Gong Jiu walked over unhurriedly, looking at the little old man who was exhausted and out of breath for the first time, he turned a blind eye.

Taoist Mu is not an ordinary expert. Although Wu Ming killed him on the spot, he still lost a lot of skill. At this time, panting, he said to the pacing Gong Jiu angrily: "Boy, what are you looking at? Why don't you come over and help my old man?"

Gong Jiu said with a wooden face: "Oh." Sure enough, he reached out and grabbed Wu Ming's arm.

After all, Wu Ming is old, and he doesn't show it on weekdays, but now that he has spent a lot of energy, he looks old.

But he was not really unable to stand, but seeing Gong Jiu sitting comfortably on the side was not pleasing to the eye, and made him feel awkward, so he didn't let Gong Jiu help him for a while, but kept saying: "Hmph! Young people nowadays really don't know how to respect teachers and elders..."

Gong Jiu turned his face away, threw away his hands and walked a few steps, stepped forward to look at Mu Taoist's body, and retorted: "Old man, don't say a few words, weren't you still panting just now?"

Wu Ming shook his head and leaned on the old man: "As an apprentice, seeing the master tired like this, he didn't say he would take the initiative to help him up. It's really a downturn. People's hearts are not...no, what the hell are you doing?!"

Halfway through the speech, the little old man who was still standing firmly on the spot just now felt the strength in his body draining rapidly, but within a few breaths, his legs started to shake!

Wu Ming forced himself not to collapse, and stared at the little apprentice in disbelief: "Okay! I understand, you can't kill me, so you use the Mu Taoist to consume my skills, and then use Ruanjinsan to sneak in." ?"

Gong Jiu smiled: "Old man, as I said earlier, you like to tease me, this is really not a good habit. If you didn't have such a habit, how could I think of drugging you like this? Now that you know it all , what else do you ask?"

Wu Ming looked at him, his face twitched, and he laughed stiffly: "Boy, is this how you treat your mentor? Have you forgotten who taught you all your abilities? You ..."

Gong Jiu watched the little old man finally couldn't hold on and sat down on the ground, grinning in his heart, and casually threw a poisoned plum blossom dart over, seeing the little old man's figure dodge, and dodged it.

After all, he was hit by the top-level Ruanjinsan, and just after another battle, although Wu Ming escaped the poison dart, he was immediately pierced through the heart by Gong Jiu's sword.

Gong Jiu's subordinates smashed Wu Ming's heart with force, and said softly to Wu Ming who was still alive: "Old man, people will die eventually, even a master will die one day, so in order not to die first, we must not die when we should strike." Don't hesitate, this is what you taught me, how can I give you the time to get the drug out?"

The little old man Wu Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, opened his mouth and said, "You..."

Gong Jiu drew out his sword slowly, looked into his eyes and said, "Old man, don't hate me, I don't owe you anything—if you hadn't misled me, how could I have wandered abroad for so many years?"

Wu Ming laughed inaudibly: "So you know..." Before he finished speaking, he swallowed his last breath.

Gong Jiu snorted coldly: "Yes, I know everything that happened. But you can go at ease, as long as the beef soup doesn't take the initiative to find her, I can still let her go, so you can go well."