Jiumozhi thought to himself that the world was divided into five countries at this time. These people were dressed in strange clothes, and he didn't know which country they were from. Could it be that the customs and costumes of other countries had changed so much after he had been in seclusion for several years?

"This is Minister Zhang Hefeng of China's 'First Gap' Frontier Command." The young man next to him introduced with a serious expression, as if you didn't recognize him, but he was blind.

"Xiao Li, you told him this and he didn't understand?" Zhang Hefeng was very satisfied with Xiao Li's performance, but pretended to blame him.

"I just can't tolerate others questioning you, Minister!" Xiao Li looked loyal.

The two sang together and confused Jiumozhi.

The country of China? Jiumozhi ignored these two people again. What kind of country was this? He had never heard of it. It was probably just a small, remote country.

At this time, Zen Master Kurong suddenly said: "What King Ming just said, the Six Meridians Divine Sword in our temple has a false name. Why don't we use the Six Meridians Divine Sword to teach King Ming how to use it? If King Ming wins, just take this sword sutra."

"

Kurong knew clearly in his heart that Jiumozhi had great martial arts skills and was someone who would not give up until he reached his goal. It was better to compete with him. If he lost, he would have nothing to say. If he and others lost, he would

Just burn the sword scripture directly.

I and others have practiced each step, and when the time comes, they will be a complete sword scripture.

Bang, suddenly the window on the right side of "Muni Hall" was opened, and a figure turned in through the window.

Before anyone could react, they saw the man kneeling directly in front of Zen Master Kurong, kowtow and said: "Uncle, I finally see you!"

The man raised his head, and everyone gasped when they saw his appearance.

This man's face was completely disfigured and his face was covered in scars, especially the hideous scar on his throat, which was particularly scary!

Zen Master Kurong was facing the wall with his back to the crowd. He could not see his scary appearance, so he asked uncertainly: "Who are you?"

"I'm Yanqing!"

"Prince Yanqing?" Ku Rong was suddenly startled, his tone full of disbelief, but he never turned around to look at him!

"Uncle, you didn't see your nephew when he was in trouble. Don't you even want to see your nephew today?" Although Duan Yanqing couldn't speak, his ventriloquism voice made him even more sad.

Meaning.

Ben Yin, the abbot of Tianlong Temple on the side, explained: "Master Kurong has sat in meditation and entered meditation. He has not seen anyone for many years!"

"Haha." Duan Yanqing suddenly laughed wildly, but the laughter was full of pain, and said, "Back then, my father was killed by a traitor, and I was also surrounded and killed by the enemy. I was seriously injured, my face was damaged, and my legs were also damaged.

Being cut off by someone, it looks like a human being and a ghost."

"I struggled all the way to the outside of Tianlong Temple. My only hope was to ask my uncle, Master Kurong, to seek justice for me. Unexpectedly, I climbed all the way to the outside of Tianlong Temple with my elbows on the ground. The visiting monks in the temple saw that I was covered with blood.

The filthy and stinky beggar is begging for flowers, and he only says that my uncle has gone to meditate in meditation, and even if he comes out, he will never see a person like me."

What Yanqing said in this paragraph is sincere. Although his face cannot show any expression of grief due to muscle damage, it makes people feel the despair of a man whose country is ruined and his family is in ruins. His only hope is also shattered before his eyes.

Ku Rong was silent for a while, then beckoned: "Come here! Let me see you."

Duan Yanqing took a step forward. Zen Master Kurong stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist. He circulated his internal energy and circulated it in his body. After a long while, he said: "Sure enough, it is the blood of my Duan family. Just your Yiyangzhi in the past few decades."

'You can't fake it if you have internal strength."

"My child, you have suffered. From now on, you can practice in Tianlong Temple. You can also go home!" Zen Master Kurong sighed.

"Thank you, uncle!" Duan Yanqing kowtowed again and actually accepted it without saying a single unnecessary word.

Zen Master Kurong was stunned for a moment. He always felt that there was something wrong. Could it be that he had made a mistake just now? He secretly wondered whether he had worked hard for many years and didn't come back to him to help him reset? Or did he have other plans?

"Haha, congratulations, congratulations." Jiumozhi didn't care what Ku Rong thought. Seeing that the "recognition meeting" was finally finished, he couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Congratulations to Zen Master Kurong for finding his long-lost nephew, but I don't know

Can the contest that Zen Master mentioned just now begin?"

"What kind of competition?" Yanqing interrupted and asked.

Seeing someone answering, he was in his mind. Jiumozhi hurriedly explained patiently: "The young monk was previously willing to exchange three books of Shaolin's unique skills for Duan's 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' sword scripture, but Zen Master Kurong was not willing. Just you.

Before coming, the Zen master also proposed that he would like to compete in a competition..."

Before Jiumozhi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Duan Yanqing.

He turned to look at Zen Master Kurong and asked curiously: "Uncle, when I was a child, I heard my father talk about the martial arts of the 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' in my Duan family ancestors, which is extremely powerful. I always thought that this 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' was

The sword is just a legend, but you didn’t expect that there really is such a magical skill?”

Na Kurong replied: "The Six Meridians Divine Sword Sutra' is the supreme martial arts of the Duan clan in Dali. It has always been in Tianlong Temple and is not accessible to ordinary people. It is normal that your father has never seen it."

Duan Yanqing suddenly realized it and whispered: "I wonder if my uncle can show me the Sword Sutra. My finger strength of 'One Yang Finger' has not improved at all for many years. I don't know if I can draw parallels after reading this Sword Sutra."

Kurong thought for a moment. He still didn't know what his nephew was planning. He only thought that he had suffered so much in the world and this was the first time he begged him. If he didn't, what would his biological uncle look like in Jiuquan a hundred years later?

Next, he met his brother. Besides, he was by his side right now, and even if he tried to snatch the Sword Scripture, he would never be able to escape. Moreover, the Sword Scripture itself had the intention of burning it, so it would not be considered a violation of the ancestral precepts for him to learn on his own.

At that moment, Kurong asked Duan Yanqing to come to him, handed six pieces of cloth to Duan Yanqing, and wrote on them: Self-study and self-observation do not violate the teachings of the ancestors.

Duan Yanqing took a step forward, took it, turned sideways to open the atlas, secretly reached into his pocket with his right hand, took out a small square box, and quickly blocked it with the atlas.

"I'll go, hand..."

Xiao Li, who was sitting on the left, happened to witness this scene. He couldn't control his emotions for a moment and shouted out.

Zhang Hefeng beside him quickly glared at him to stop him from finishing what he said.

Everyone present was a person with profound internal skills. Although Xiao Li didn't finish speaking, he also attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him and the others, Zhang Hefeng sighed in his heart, Xiao Li had only been working for too short a time, the city government was not enough, and his emotional control was not strict.

Zhang Hefeng said with an expression of resentment: "Xiao Li, why are you always so irritable and irritable? Why are you shouting in front of so many elders? Just tell me what you have to say!"

Xiao Li immediately reacted and realized that he was almost involved in unnecessary trouble. He hurriedly made an excuse and said: "I mean, I can't get used to sitting cross-legged on this futon. My hands and feet are a little numb. I'll have someone send me some sofas from my country." Come and give it a try to everyone.”

"Oh, what is that sofa?" asked a monk.

"The sofa is similar to..." Xiao Li was about to explain to the monk.

"That's enough!" Jiumozhi suddenly shouted. He had been patient from the beginning until now, just to maintain his appearance as a virtuous monk.

But he didn't know what was going on today. Every time he was about to say something, he was interrupted by someone, and the topic kept getting further and further away. If he let them continue talking, he almost forgot what he was here for today!

"I wonder how long do you want to postpone this competition?" Jiumozhi asked sharply, looking at Zhang Hefeng and others. He felt that these people were deliberately sabotaging, and couldn't help but shouted angrily, "Who dares to do it again?

Don’t blame the young monk for being rude if you talk about that insignificant thing!"

"Do you agree?" Zhang Hefeng's eyes were sharp and he frowned and stared angrily.

Today, they represent Hua and discuss cooperation matters with the top leadership of Dali. They want to use Dali as a springboard to take root in this world. Although military power alone can conquer this world, it is not the best from the perspective of long-term interests.

The way.

Originally, the basic framework of the negotiations had been finalized after a whole morning, but at this time, the Tubo State Master came to Tianlong Temple. Zhang Hefeng originally intended to take this opportunity to establish diplomatic relations with the Tubo State, but who knew that Jiumozhi would

The purpose of going to Tianlong Temple is to steal other people's magical secrets.

Now Zhang Hefeng does not just represent himself. If Jiumozhi gives in after being shouted at, then the plan previously finalized with Dali Kingdom will probably become nothing more than a piece of paper.

Seeing that these people dared to raise questions after he warned them, Jiumozhi shouted: "You don't listen to me, I will give you a lesson first to establish my authority."

After saying this, he raised his left palm and a strong wind rushed towards the door facing Zhang Hefeng.

"Minister, be careful!"

Zhang Hefeng didn't know that this evil monk was going to kill someone if they disagreed. Before he could react, he felt someone push him on the right side, and he could barely avoid the blade of Jiumozhi's "Flame Knife".

Poof, a stream of bright red blood sprayed on Zhang Hefeng's face.

The soldier who had been standing on the right side of Zhang Hefeng was already an elite in the military, and because he was new to martial arts, his reaction was faster than ordinary people. However, he only had time to push Zhang Hefeng away, and was hit by Jiumozhi's sword energy in the chest.

"Shoot!" Xiao Li reacted immediately, pulled out the gun from his waist and shouted.

The soldier next to Xiao Li also reacted quickly and without him having to remind him, he already picked up his rifle and started shooting.

Jiumozhi had never seen a weapon like an assault rifle before, and he only felt countless strong winds coming towards him. He hurriedly turned aside, grabbed the follower next to him and blocked it in front of him. After a while, the follower was beaten to death.

sieve.

Jiumozhi hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and robe, trying to block the hidden weapons coming from the opposite side, but he didn't know that the hidden weapons coming from the opposite side seemed endless.

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, don't encounter an automatic rifle!

Before the two men finished fighting, Jiumozhi fell to his knees, his legs, feet, and limbs all badly shot.

Fortunately, he had deep inner strength and was able to suppress the injury by working at full strength.

"Today's revenge will never be forgotten!" At this time, the situation obviously took a turn for the worse. Jiumozhi had no choice but to shout, show off his strength, and fly out of the door.

"Call the brothers outside the temple for support immediately." Xiao Li shouted to the soldiers beside him, "Be sure to stop him!"
Chapter completed!