Chapter 116 News about Wuyazi
Are the extra months for you to have your period? ! !
They were planning to let him die without knowing why! Three months later, when his strength was restored, they wanted to give him an accident and hurt him? ! !

"Okay, in that case, Tong Lao can teach me a few moves first. If I meet Li Qiushui, I can have a try. Otherwise, I won't be able to beat her."

Tong Piaoyun's smile was a little stiff. "Okay, I'll teach you a few moves first." After thinking for a while, he continued, "My palm technique has six moves in total, three palm techniques and three grappling moves."

"It encompasses everything, from palm techniques to grappling techniques, and contains all kinds of grabbing techniques, palm techniques, and the unique skills and changes of various weapons. The changes are complicated and practical."

"The most important thing is that it can help you get out of trouble when you are at a disadvantage in a battle, or when you are in a life-or-death situation."

"However, the conditions for practicing it are very harsh. It requires a deep inner strength as a foundation. The higher the inner strength, the greater the effect of the Broken Plum Hand."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, accommodating many moves. This is the way of Dugu Jiujian. There is no Dugu Jiujian yet, but Qiao Feng is already on his way.

Today, his accumulation is not enough to contain and create his own achievements, so learning a palm technique with the same style is indeed very attractive.

"Okay, please give me some advice, senior." Murong Ji clasped his fists and bowed.

Tong Piaoyun glanced at the Yipintang disciple without saying anything. Murong Ji stood up and came directly to the Yipintang disciple and asked quietly, "Has the news spread?"

The man was startled and nodded. The next moment, Murong Ji slapped him on the head and turned and left.

The disciple fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, with blood from his nose mixed with white...

He returned to Tong Piaoyun and looked at her with burning eyes.

Tong Piaoyun then said: "A bunch of plum blossoms bloom on the smear, and the energy in Dantian is raised from Tianshu. The two yin and yang of Taiyi transform into four images, and the four images and eight trigrams are infinite... The energy condenses in Dantian."

After saying a few lines of rhyme, Murong Ji said no more. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "That's all?"

"Young people should not aim too high. You should learn step by step. Once you have mastered the basics, you will have laid a solid foundation for navigating the world. You will benefit from it for the rest of your life..."

Murong Ji was speechless. The taste of this cake was very familiar...

Then he realized, wow, this is a long-term approach. In three months, he will probably be able to learn the Tianshan Zhemei Hand.

Without saying a word, he picked up Tong Piaoyun and walked towards the Yipintang branch in the city.

"Hey? What are you doing! Let me down!"

Murong Ji didn't say a word, just kept walking forward. Seeing the gate of Yipintang getting closer and closer, Tong Piaoyun was really panicked.

"Stop! Stop now! I'm telling you! Without me, you can forget about learning the Eternal Youth Kung Fu!"

"Stop! Stop now! I'll teach you. Grandma, I'll definitely teach you well!"

Murong Ji stopped and looked at the woman in his arms, looking at her with a smile. Facts have proved that whether one can keep calm or not has nothing to do with age, but has something to do with the severity of the matter to whom.

Without the Child-Grandma of Tianshan, he could only take some detours. But if the Child-Grandma of Tianshan was caught, it would be a disaster.

Tong Piaoyun looked at Murong Ji's annoying expression and sighed, "You can't ask me to teach you the Tianshan Zhemei Hand here, can you?"

Murong Ji turned around and walked back.

After entering an inn and booking a room, they were about to eat when they heard someone talking about the "Zhenlong Chess Game".

Murong Ji paused while picking up the food, tilted his head slightly, and listened carefully.

"I heard that it was in the territory of the Song Dynasty, at Leigu Mountain in Hedong Prefecture."

"Really? Are you going? What if the game is solved..."

……

Murong Ji picked up the teacup and thought carefully in his heart. He also wanted to meet Wuyazi and ask him about some things about Beiming Divine Art.

Wuyazi's life can be divided into three stages. He spent the first thirty years cultivating himself, and after achieving success, he became obsessed with side skills and women. The middle thirty years were all spent on love affairs.

In the last thirty years, I probably woke up, but found that I was useless and my path was cut off.

Say he is useless? Not necessarily. He has good qualifications, otherwise he wouldn't have become the headmaster.

He must have encountered something, a bottleneck, or a level, and wanted to expand his knowledge reserves through unconventional methods.

At least that's how he understands it. Just look at the evil disciples he accepted, each one of them is an outstanding one.

[After the Zhenlong chess game, Wuyazi will die. ]

Murong Ji's heart sank, and he felt a sense of urgency. He picked up the Tianshan Tonglao who was eating happily, and ran outside.

He bought two horses and hurried to Yinchuan. From Yinchuan he entered the territory of Song Dynasty and then went to Hedong Prefecture to see what was going on with the Zhenlong chess game.

When they were far out of the city, Tong Piaoyun was so dizzy from being tossed about by the horse that he could not help asking, "What's wrong with you, little boy? I haven't finished my meal yet, grandma!"

Murong Ji lowered his head to glance at Tong Piaoyun who looked a little indignant. It must be said that she really looked like a child at this moment.

With a height of about 1.6 meters and a stunning face, she really exudes majesty.

"Your junior brother, Wuyazi is going to die."

Tong Piaoyun was startled, and endless memories began to emerge in his mind. Suddenly he came to his senses and asked in a trembling voice: "What did you say?! Junior brother... is going to die?!"

"How could it be? How could it be?!!"

Murong Ji ignored the somewhat crazy Tong Piaoyun, turned around, and sat astride another horse, "Gee!"

It took Murong Ji five days to see the city of Hedong Prefecture. He hurried to the Beggar Gang to buy news and confirmed that the Zhenlong chess game had not yet begun. He let out a long sigh of relief.

Without stopping, the two men walked towards Leigushan Mountain.

At this time, Leigushan was still surrounded by barren mountains, with a small path leading slowly into the mountains.

Murong Ji brought Tong Piaoyun into the valley. There was no one here except the huge chessboard on the cliff.

Murong Ji frowned slightly and walked deeper into the valley. Apart from a few stone houses, there was really no one there.

"Let's go, they haven't arrived yet."

Tong Piaoyun looked back, frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

After coming down the mountain, Murong Ji found a farmer's house, paid the money, and stayed there for a while.

At night, Murong Ji looked at the starry sky outside the window, but his mind was free of any distracting thoughts. This state was very short.

I kept thinking about the three Xiaoyao elders in my mind.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji sighed softly, realizing that he was truly a loser. He wanted to be a good person, but he couldn't soften his heart.

I can't bear to be a bad person.

Pull out a piece of paper and write a letter to Li Qiushui...

The next day, after relaxing, Murong Ji began to practice Tianshan Zhemei Hand.

As soon as he started, Murong Ji felt something was not right. How to put it, this set of kung fu seemed more like it was prepared for the Xiao Wuxiang Gong!

　One more chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)