The villain of the martial arts: Kissing Xiao Long Nu at the beginning

"My name is Jiumozhi. I came from Tubo and went to the Murong family in Gusu. I wonder if this young master is the young master of the Murong family in Gusu, Nan Murong Murong Fu." Jiumozhi from Tubo saw that Li Hao was handsome, suave, handsome, and loved by everyone. There were obviously female relatives in the carriage, and from the sound, there was more than one.

Now this place is near Gusu Canhezhuang, and Jiumozhi mistook him for Gusu Murong Fu.

"Yan Shun, is Murong Fu as handsome as me, the young master?" Li Hao asked curiously.

"No, the young master is the most handsome in the world." Yan Shun said honestly.

"Hey, Yan Shun, do you know why I think so highly of you?"

"Because I am a real person and I do things reliably." Yan Shun boasted appropriately.

"Wrong, it's because you are honest and don't tell lies. This is what I think most about you, the young master. Keep up the good work, the young master is optimistic about you." Li Hao said arrogantly, shaking the hair in front of his forehead.

There was nothing wrong with this ancient time. Everyone had long hair, and there was no Rejoice, a magical shampooing device, so washing hair was a problem.

However, this problem did not stump Li Hao, because he knew that jasmine flowers and leaves could soften hair, and the effect was good.

"I don't know how to address this young man." Jiumozhi said politely.

To be honest, Jiumozhi's appearance was impeccable. He wore a yellow monk's robe, cloth clothes and straw shoes, and his face was full of spirits. It seemed that there was a precious light flowing, like pearls and jade, naturally shining.

Coupled with his naturally large earlobes, he looked like a Buddha in the world, which made Li Hao look at him a few more times.

"I am Li Hao, and I am known as the Sentimental Swordsman in the Jianghu." Li Hao bowed his hands.

Jiumozhi was generally considered a master. If he had not been obsessed with martial arts, he would have been a genius. It was a pity that he was destroyed by the son of destiny, Duan Yu. It was a pity.

"So it's Li Hao, the great hero. Your deeds have spread all over the world, and Jiumozhi is in awe." After saying that, Jiumozhi really put his palms together and bowed to Li Hao.

"Master, you are really polite. It's just a false reputation." Li Hao laughed. I didn't expect that I was so famous and had a good reputation in the world. It seems that there won't be heroes coming to enforce justice for me.

"Master Li, save me. I was kidnapped by this bad guy." A weak scholar following Jiumozhi shouted.

"Who are you!" Li Hao naturally knew who this person was. His attitude was purely because he was unhappy with him.

"I am Duan Yu, the son of Duan Zhengchun, the King of Zhennan in Dali. This evil monk ran to Dali and kidnapped me. Please save me, Master Li. Afterwards, I will make my father promise you." Duan Yu said hurriedly.

During the days of being kidnapped by Jiumozhi, he suffered a lot. Even his exquisite silk clothes were damaged, his shoes had holes, and his soles were rubbed with blisters.

"Hehe, Master Jiumozhi is an enlightened monk. How could he kidnap a young man like you? Even if he kidnapped you, the master must have a reason for kidnapping you." Li Hao sneered.

Jiumozhi is a master of high level cultivation, even more powerful than Duan Yanqing. If you want him to fight him, you are dreaming.

"What's the reason? He just wants to steal our Duan family's martial arts, he..."

"Master Jiumozhi, this kid is so long-winded, why don't you chop him with a palm, at least you have to press the mute point, otherwise it will be troublesome to carry him." Before Duan Yu finished speaking, Li Hao gave Jiumozhi his own opinion.

He was thinking about how to kill him, and he actually begged him for help. It's really outrageous.

"Donor, you don't know that I am a close friend of Murong Bo from the Murong family in Gusu. He once said that the Six Meridians Divine Sword is unparalleled in the world, but he never had the chance to see it until his death. In order to fulfill my friend's last wish, I rushed to Dali Tianlong Temple and gambled with the monks in the temple for a day and a night." Jiumozhi paused here, obviously still recalling the situation at that time.

"What was the result?" Although Li Hao knew the result, he still wanted to know if the plot in this world had changed. After all, Yue Lao San was beaten by him.

"Hmph, those bald donkeys, they said that if I won, they would lend me the Six Meridians Divine Sword simple score to see, but they burned the sword score before they lost." Jiumozhi gritted his teeth and said.

"Shameless, I can't stand the behavior of bald donkeys. Once I meet a bald donkey, I will lose every bet. If I see a bald donkey one day, I will not go to the gambling house for half a month." Li Hao also said fiercely.

"You clearly said last time that if you meet a nun, you will lose every time you gamble." Yi Lin pouted. She is a good child and hates to see people lying.

"Nuns and monks are all bald, the same." Li Hao said with a smile.

"Then I don't know what the master is going to do. The sword manual is gone, so the master is sorry for his friend." Li Hao did not forget to rub salt into the wound at this time."Duan Yu is the son of Duan Zhengchun, the King of Zhennan in Dali. He has a photographic memory. After the sword manual was burned, he had read the complete sword manual. So I tied him up and prepared to take him to Mr. Murong's tomb, let him write down the sword manual, and then burn it for Mr. Murong, which can be regarded as helping him fulfill his last wish." After saying that, Jiumozhi made a ten.

"Master, I think this method is a bit inappropriate." Li Hao said, touching his chin.

"What's wrong, please give me some advice." Jiumozhi's tone was very polite, which made people feel comfortable.

"Master, think about it, the old bald donkeys in Tianlong Temple are all from the Duan family. They are so dishonest even as monks. Duan Yu is just a slick-faced and slick-tongued little rascal. If he reversed a few sentences of the magic sword method when he was writing it down, wouldn't Mr. Murong Bo's spirit in heaven be very uncomfortable?" Li Hao directly told Duan Yu's later actions.

"Well, what Li Shaoxia said is very true. This kid doesn't look like a good person. If he really does this, it will probably harm the old man's spirit in heaven. Then I will do something bad with good intentions, and I will not be able to see my old friend again after I die." Jiumozhi took a breath.

Judging from the reputation of the Dali Duan family, Duan Yu is likely to write a fake sword manual.

In fact, it is not fake. As long as one or two sentences are reversed and one or two acupoints are changed, the consequences will be disastrous.

Li Hao said what he thought in his heart, and the most shocked person was Duan Yu, who had this idea originally. But now that Li Hao said it, Jiumozhi must be on guard, and it will be difficult to operate at that time.

"I don't know what good ideas the donor has." There must be a teacher among three people, and Jiumozhi is also a person who can listen to other people's opinions.

"Doesn't this kid know the magic sword manual? Otherwise, take him to Mr. Murong's tomb and burn him directly, and let Mr. Murong ask himself in the underground."