Chapter 149 Stabbing Ding Chunqiu to death

After Murong Ji left, the old monk turned around and looked at the words, clasping his hands together, "Amitabha, what a sin!"

Murong Ji did the same for the next few days, but he no longer talked to the old monk.

Yang Yueman stepped into the Shaolin Temple and looked around curiously. Although she was a daughter of a general, she hardly had the opportunity to travel around.

There was no other way. My family was very strict and I had to learn a lot of things. Following Zhu Jian into the guest house of Shaolin Temple, I pushed open Murong Ji's door and saw a pile of copied Buddhist scriptures.

A little stunned, he walked forward and flipped through the book. It was indeed Murong Ji's handwriting. He couldn't believe that he could have such perseverance and mentality?
Aren't warriors said to be rough and unruly? Why is Murong Ji...

He put the scripture down, glanced around the room, watched the maids sort out their things, and then cleared the room.

Yang Yueman picked up the pen, looked at the almost worn-out pen, and laughed. She swayed her feet slightly, with a faint smile on her lips.

Sitting on the chair, quietly waiting for Murong Ji to come back.

In the past few days, Shaolin Temple has invited all the martial artists gathered here to compete in both literature and martial arts. As Shaolin Temple was forced to become the host, it cannot let everyone come in vain.

They simply decided to make it a more grand affair, and joined forces with the various sect leaders and gang leaders to set up an arena and offer prizes, which really made the area at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain lively.

Murong Ji took Yang Yueman to various venues and let her compete a few times. With Murong Ji's support, she did not get injured.

People in the martial arts world are also willing to give face to the Murong family.

Two days later, after the visiting cards from the Xingxiu Sect, the Beggars' Gang, and the King of Zhennan of Dali were delivered, this lively atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The situation became tense and everyone was watching to see if there would be drastic changes in the martial arts world.

Especially after the arrival of the Beggars' Gang, the atmosphere became even more tense. This time, it was the Beggars' Gang that took the lead in recruiting everyone to the Shaolin Temple.

Murong Ji pulled Yang Yueman to the Murong family's camp and told them, "I will leave in a while, so be careful and don't get scattered or you will be tricked."

"It's the head of the house!"

Murong Ji leaned close to Yang Yueman's ear and whispered, "Be careful, the Murong family has offended many people, don't leave Grandma Yu's sight."

Seeing Yang Yueman nod, Murong Ji turned to look inside the field. The fight between Zhuang Juxian and Ding Chunqiu was getting more and more intense. He watched Zhuang Juxian's fighting style carefully.

Gradually, Murong Ji understood, "Is this the Yi Jin Jing?"

"Yi Jin Jing?! Patriarch, you said that the man surnamed Zhuang practiced Yi Jin Jing?!" Deng Baichuan's face was solemn. As the head of the four manor owners, he knew more than the others.

After all, his father was Murong Bo's confidant, and many things were entrusted to his father.

"Well, the Shenzu Sutra in the Yijinjing has not been fully practiced, but Zhuang Juxian has a good opportunity."

Thinking of this, Murong Ji remembered an object, the Divine Wood King Cauldron, which was a rare treasure.

[Go back and ask Li Qiushui.]

Zhuang Juxian lacked combat experience and was careless in one move, allowing Ding Chunqiu to gain the upper hand and force him away with one palm.

Several more disciples were thrown at him, all of them were poisonous. He didn't dare to take them head-on. He was caught off guard and Ding Chunqiu jumped over and grabbed A Zi who was riding a horse.

Murong Ji looked at the reactions of the Beggars' Sect members and sneered. These people in the Beggars' Sect were really interesting.

First he backstabbed Qiao Feng, and now he backstabbed Zhuang Juxian. If anyone tried to stop him, Zhuang Juxian would be able to react.

Until Ding Chunqiu grabbed A Ziluo and brought him back to the original place, everyone in the Beggar Gang remained indifferent.

Zhuang Juxian stood in the middle, looked at the Beggars' Sect members hatefully, then looked at Ding Chunqiu, and was about to step forward.

Ding Chunqiu shouted, "Zhuang Juxian! If you move again, I will use my corpse poison skill!"

Zhuang Juxian really didn't dare to move again.

Feng Bo'e's face was gloomy, "What's wrong with this Beggar Gang?! If someone had tried to stop them just now, the girl wouldn't have been taken away!"

Deng Baichuan looked at the Beggars' Sect members across from him with a gloomy face, and said, "Don't meddle in other people's business. Just take care of our own people."

Murong Ji retracted his gaze and said, "After returning, find out the news about the Divine Wood King Cauldron."

"Yes!"

The affairs of the Beggars' Sect are very complicated. As long as Elder Xu is not dead, the Beggars' Sect will never be in peace.

He is so old, but his heart is young. He has the most power under the gang leader. Unfortunately, he is not strong enough to take the position of gang leader, so he can only sell his qualifications.

He wanted to see how many years of experience and connections the Beggars' Sect could sell. Now Quan Guanqing had offended even the Shaolin Temple, haha.

"Master Murong!"

Following the voice, it turned out to be Zhu Danchen from Dali. Zhu Danchen bowed first and said, "Master Murong, my prince begs you to help save Miss A Zi."

As he spoke, he handed over Duan Zhengchun's letter. Murong Ji turned his head and saw Duan Zhengchun bowing to him, and Murong Ji quickly returned the greeting.

For Mu Wanqing's sake, we should also take it seriously.

You don't need to read the letter to know that it is an exchange of interests. Murong Ji sealed the envelope and pushed it back.

"Lord Duan, you are too polite. Our two families have a close relationship, and I, Duan Yu, am like a brother to you. There is no need to be like this. Otherwise, how can I face Duan Yu in the future?"

Murong Ji forced the envelope back into Zhu Danchen's hands and said, "I will find a chance to take action. Please inform Prince Duan. Wait a moment."

Zhu Danchen was startled, and the smile on his face became even wider. He clasped his fists and said, "Thank you so much, Master Murong." After saying goodbye, Zhu Danchen hurried back to report. Murong Ji lowered his head to look at his wife, who happened to be looking at him at this time. The couple smiled at each other and said nothing more.

He and Yang Yueman were in a marriage arrangement. She came here with a purpose, but she hadn't said it yet. They were both waiting, waiting for their relationship to heat up, waiting for the right opportunity.

"Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect have been friends for hundreds of years. Today, everyone has witnessed that we, the heroes of the world, have no intention of competing with the Beggars' Sect for supremacy. It's just that the leader of the Beggars' Sect..."

Monk Xuanci spoke every word with great sorrow, as if the person who had remotely controlled the Beggars' Sect for so many years was not him.

Murong Ji was too lazy to listen to their fight for justice. He turned to look at Ding Chunqiu and saw that his attention was on Xuan Ci at this moment.

Murong Ji suddenly jumped up and slapped out with the Palm of Great Compassion, using all his strength.

His body moved extremely fast and reached Ding Chunqiu before the palm force.

Ding Chunqiu's reaction was also quick. Seeing that it was Murong Ji, he subconsciously pushed A Zi out to block the bullet.

The poisonous power in his hand followed closely, Murong Ji's palms turned, and he used the Tianshan Zhemei hand to seize the initiative again. He grabbed A Zi's pulse with his left hand to prevent her from moving.

His right hand moved rapidly, instantly gathering the poisonous internal force and striking back.

In a short time, Ding Chunqiu dodged instantly, ignoring the lives of the disciples behind him, and turned around to attack with a palm.

Murong Ji brought down a palm with his right hand, the Tianshan Six Yang Palm!
"bump!"

"puff!"

The two men slapped each other, and Murong Ji used the power of the palm to leap up and carried A Zi back to the Murong family camp.

With a flick of his hand, he threw the poison on his right hand, which was poisoned, to the ground.

"Sizzle!" The ground felt like it had been burned by boiling oil.

Ding Chunqiu's face turned red from holding back the blood. He took seven or eight steps back before he could steady himself. In the end, he did not spit out the blood from his mouth.

Without time to think, he quickly moved aside.

Unfortunately, he was a step too late, Murong Ji's palm of great compassion had already arrived in front of him.

"Aha!"

In a hurry, Ding Chunqiu pumped his whole body, opened his arms, and instantly formed a huge black-green internal force protection in front of him.

The palm print of great compassion and great mercy slapped on it, moving forward inch by inch, "Sizzle!" It was like boiling oil entering water, churning rapidly.

The two internal forces consumed each other, and the palm print of great compassion dissipated.

The method of transforming energy!

Ding Chunqiu slumped on the ground, gasping for breath.

When he looked up, he saw Murong Ji's Tianwen sword coming towards him. Ding Chunqiu trembled all over and almost cried out.

He hurriedly pulled a disciple over, stood in front of him, and filled his body with internal energy to use as a shield.

"puff"

The Tianwen Sword passed through his body, and Ding Chunqiu took the opportunity to slap the sword with both palms, firmly blocking the sword and constantly dissipating the internal force of the sword.

"Hey! Ha!"

Then he slammed the Tianwen Sword into the ground. Seeing Murong Ji chasing after him, Ding Chunqiu jumped up and flew towards the woods nearby.

Decisive! Straightforward! Without even the slightest hesitation.

Murong Ji's face was gloomy. This old bastard was really hard to kill! His many years of combat experience and sense of danger were absolutely outstanding.

"The power-transforming technique! Quite interesting." Murong Ji picked up his sword and chased after him.

Murong Ji was extremely fast and disappeared into the jungle without seeing Ding Chunqiu. He did not dare to be careless because he did not know how insidious Ding Chunqiu was.

But there are many heroes who have fallen into the hands of people like him.

Murong Ji was walking in the woods, cautious and alert. Suddenly, not far in front of him, a surge of internal force was summoned. Murong Ji's expression changed, and he raised his sword and attacked from the side.

When he pulled aside the bushes, he saw Ding Chunqiu fighting with a man in black. His powerful poisonous power was sweeping towards the man in black from almost all directions.

The man in black swung his hands as if tearing off a piece of space, and directly used the entire poisonous internal force into a palm, hitting Ding Chunqiu.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, can it be used like this? !

It has to be said that Murong Bo’s reputation as one of the Four Greatest Masters of Tianlong is not in vain!
Ding Chunqiu was already seriously injured, and when he was forced to take on his own poisonous internal energy, the poison in his body suddenly lost its balance.

He pushed the man in black away with one palm, giving himself a chance to catch his breath. He breathed in the air in big gulps, and before he knew it, blood was flowing out of all his orifices.

"Ahem! Ahem, poof!"

Ding Chunqiu spat out a mouthful of black blood, held onto a tree trunk, and continued to cough up blood.

"Puff" the long sword entered the body.

Ding Chunqiu stopped coughing and looked down at his chest, the Tianwen Sword. There was a look of relief, confusion, and nostalgia on his face.

(End of this chapter)