Chapter 120: Grudges and Disputes

Wuyazi sighed softly but remained silent.

Li Qiushui suddenly knelt in front of Wuyazi, "Brother, you don't even want to say a word to me now?!"

"Haha! Li Qiushui! What did you say? That you were ridden by thousands of people! That you, a bitch, hooked up with men?! Hahaha!"

Tong Piaoyun laughed until tears came out.

"You shorty! You ugly bastard! Shut up! It's all your fault! You ruined my reputation! You destroyed my chastity!" Li Qiu Shui struck out with a palm, white and red palm power!

It was nothing fancy and went straight to Tong Piaoyun’s heart.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat and he took a quick step forward. He instantly took the palm strike and did not strike back, but let the palm force dissipate in his hand.

He looked at Tong Piaoyun with some blame, saying that he had never seen anyone seeking death like this, and then looked at the other two.

Wuyazi stared at Murong Ji's palm in amazement, and the internal force that was about to be used to block it had just dissipated.

Li Qiu Shui's eyes were filled with anger and resentment, with tears constantly falling from her eyes.

"I'm defeated? I'm ugly! Bitch! You ruined my practice! You ruined my path! You made my life incomplete! I'm your senior sister! You plotted against my fellow disciples! You're just trying to kill me! Bitch!"

Tong Piaoyun gritted his teeth, his face ferocious, and stared at Li Qiu Shui, wishing he could tear her apart alive.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He lost all his rationality and pounced towards Li Qiu Shui.

Murong Ji's face turned green. "My ancestor! You're killing me!" He stood in front of Tong Piaoyun, letting her fall into his arms, and then hugged her tightly.

Behind him, Li Qiushui could no longer suppress her anger, "Ugly freak! Fellow disciples! What kind of fellow disciples do I have with you! You seduced my senior brother! You ruined my innocence and destroyed my foundation."

"What have you done? Do you think we are fellow disciples? Die!" As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qiu Shui slapped Tong Piaoyun on the forehead.

Murong Ji's face turned pale, and he changed direction instantly while holding Tong Piaoyun, walking with light steps.

Although Tong Piaoyun was powerless to resist, after she was sure that Murong Ji would not let her die, she started a war of words with Li Qiu Shui.

The two peerless masters, the top bosses in the martial arts world, started a war of words like shrews in the market, saying all kinds of nasty things.

Murong Ji felt like he was about to be drowned by his saliva!
Li Qiu Shui's palm power was continuous and the direction varied, coupled with the Lingbo Weibu, Murong Ji was very passive as he could only dodge and not fight back.

Li Qiushui almost beat him! Tong Piaoyun in his arms was not a quiet person either, always thinking about fighting with Li Qiushui.

Murong Ji was so helpless. Why did he inform Li Qiushui when he was so cheap? ! ! !

He glanced at Wuyazi who was sitting there calmly, as if nothing had happened to him.

The corner of his mouth twitched. He looked at Tong Piaoyun who was cursing happily, and said with force, "Go!" and threw Tong Piaoyun directly towards Wuyazi.

Tong Piaoyun: “???”

Li Qiushui: "Hahaha, you shorty, prepare to die!"

Wuyazi subconsciously caught Tong Piaoyun, and what followed was Li Qiushui's white and red palm power, silent and breathless.

Li Qiushui and Wuyazi's faces changed instantly, as if they remembered something.

The palm power dissipated instantly, and Li Qiu Shui just stood in front of Wuyazi, staring at him blankly.

Li Qiu Shui's expression unconsciously became somewhat sad. She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something, but she didn't know how to put it.

It’s not that I don’t have a mouth, but I don’t know where to start.

"You go." Wuyazi's face was gloomy. He pointed at the cave entrance and said in a deep voice.

"Brother~I~"

"Let's go!" Wuyazi's voice was trembling with tears, and he pleaded reluctantly yet helplessly.

Li Qiushui's tears instantly flowed down, her hands fell down dejectedly, and she walked out of the stone house in despair. Tong Piaoyun looked at the situation between the two and unexpectedly did not add insult to injury to Li Qiushui.

Murong Ji leaned against the wall with a helpless look on his face. Suddenly, he felt that his master Zhang Boduan was living a pretty good life.

There are no such troublesome things, except that I have accepted myself as a disciple.

Fighting against the Child-Father of Tianshan was very stressful, and this woman was also causing trouble.

It took up a lot of his energy and he wiped the sweat from his forehead. At his level, it was very difficult for him to sweat.

Li Qiushui's killing move and Tong Piaoyun's roar, if he didn't let go, he would be tortured to death by these two sisters.

Wuyazi put Tong Piaoyun down, sighed, and waved, "My friend, come here."

Murong Ji stepped forward and bowed, "Murong Ji, greetings, senior."

Wuyazi nodded. "Gusu Murong clan, um, I heard from my senior sister that you wanted to ask me about the Beiming Divine Art?"

"That's right, please give me some advice, sir."

Wuyazi looked Murong Ji up and down. Apart from looking a little disheveled, he was actually handsome and had a very good appearance.

He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Tell me what doubts you have."

Murong Ji was about to speak, but he was speechless for a moment. He didn't know where to start. All the questions he had prepared before suddenly seemed meaningless now.

Rather than asking for advice, it would be more like confirming whether Su Shi's interpretation of the classics is correct or not.

He took out Su Shi's letter from his bosom and handed it over respectfully, "I was fortunate enough to get a scroll from the cushion under the jade statue in the Langhuan Jade Cave. The elders had annotated the scriptures."

"I am frightened and come here to ask for advice." After saying this, he bowed his head.

Wuyazi was a little surprised. After taking the letter, he stroked his beard and read it nonchalantly.

Murong Ji was not idle either. In this cave, the murals were all engraved with the cultivation methods of the Beiming Divine Art.

This is incredible.

The Song Dynasty had a developed cultural heritage, but paper was still very expensive, and could not be preserved for long, and was most likely to be damaged.

The safest and most secure way is to carve it on a stone wall.

No fear of loss or damage.

People with great internal strength can use their fingers as pens. To them, a stone wall is just a piece of tofu.

Murong Ji looked at them one by one and memorized them in his heart.

Wuyazi's face turned from blue to white, and he looked extremely solemn. He read the letter again and again, studying it word by word.

Finally, he sighed a little sadly, glanced at the walls around him, his face full of sorrow, and suddenly waved his hand. The words and pictures on the surface of the stone instantly turned into stone powder.

Only bare stone walls were left.

Murong Ji was a little stunned, turned around and looked, "Senior? What is this?"

Wuyazi didn't explain, but was secretly sad, "Who is your elder called Su Shi?!"

Murong Ji clasped his fists and said, "He is an official who was demoted."

Wuyazi let out a long sigh.

Murong Ji suddenly understood something and didn't ask any more questions.

He once guessed that Wuyazi had gone astray, but he didn't know whether his repairing of the side door had anything to do with this.

(End of this chapter)