Chapter 151 Snowy Night Storm (Part )

"Greetings, Master Seven!"

When they saw Murong Bai, Ling Qing and all the disciples of the Xianwang Palace knelt down and kowtowed. Looking at Murong Bai again, he looked indifferent, neither happy nor angry.

Murong Bai was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, seven feet tall, with an upright figure, neither fat nor thin. He had bright eyes and sparse eyebrows, a round face, red lips and white teeth, and sharp features. He was very handsome. He was wearing a snow-white robe with silver dragon patterns faintly embroidered on it. He was very chic and elegant, and had a touch of unruly style.

"What are you doing here?" Murong Bai waved his hand to tell Ling Qing and others to stop politely. His voice was like the jade from Jingshan Mountain, neither salty nor bland, but extremely gentle.

"In reply to Master Qi, we are here on the orders of the Palace Master to capture this father and daughter."

After saying this, Ling Qing pointed at Old Man Liu and Meihua who looked solemn, and said, "I thought they were just ordinary street singers, but I didn't expect them to be top-notch masters. We were not well prepared and were caught off guard." Having said this, Ling Qing bowed to Murong Bai with gratitude and said, "If it weren't for the timely help of Master Qi, I'm afraid I would have followed in the footsteps of these three brothers. Thank you Master Qi for saving my life!"

Hearing this, Murong Bai glanced at the three bodies on the ground, frowned slightly, and turned to Old Man Liu and Meihua, asking, "The Xianwang Mansion and you two have nothing to do with each other, why did you kill my disciples?"

Ling Qing was stunned and asked in surprise: "Excuse me, Master Qi, do you know them?"

"Of course I know him." Murong Bai's cold eyes swept straight towards the guqin in Old Man Liu's arms and Meihua's tattered silk skirt, and he said lightly, "They have only come to prominence in the martial arts world in the past two years. Although they have not been around for long, they have already taken dozens of lives. They are notorious in the southern area. A blind guqin and a dancer, they travel the world under the guise of singing for money, but they do all kinds of bad things behind the scenes, and they don't hesitate to kill innocent people for money. Although they call themselves 'Guqin Heroes and Dancers', people in the martial arts world call them... 'Guqin Demons and Dancing Monsters'."

"The Qin Demon and the Dancing Demon?" Ling Qing had never heard of this name before, and could not help but look puzzled, and asked, "According to what Master Qi said, are these two really not good people?"

"How can a demon and a monster be good people?" Murong Bai sneered, then changed the subject and asked, "But... why does the Palace Master know them?"

"It's a long story..." Ling Qing thought for a moment, then told Murong Bai everything the two had done in Luoyang City, and explained, "Now they have killed Wang Qingshu and framed Liu Xunyi, making the Xianwang Mansion the target of public criticism, so the mansion master asked us to capture them."

Murong Bai nodded thoughtfully and said, "This father and daughter have no sect or school, but they are good at disguising themselves and specialize in the art of passing off fakes as real ones and stealing the truth. They specialize in buying lives in the martial arts world. By catching them this time, our Xianwang Mansion has eliminated two more troubles for the martial arts world."

"That's exactly what Master Qi said." Ling Qing nodded and said, "I wonder why Master Qi is here tonight?"

"Half a month ago, I was ordered by the Lord of the Palace to visit Abbot Xuanming in Shaolin Sect. Today, I was on my way back to Luoyang City and happened to pass by this place. I saw the traces of my disciples from Xianwang Palace outside the temple. Out of curiosity, I came in to take a look." Murong Bai explained. After that, he looked at the three bodies on the ground and sighed with regret: "But I am still a step late."

Ling Qing nodded slowly. He knew that Murong Bai would not take the initiative to clarify some things, so he did not want to ask more questions. Instead, he bowed and said, "Seventh Master, look at these two people..."

"Since they are chosen by the Palace Lord, you can take them back!" Murong Baifeng said calmly, "I will accompany you all the way back to Luoyang. They won't dare to act rashly."

"That's great!" Ling Qing's face lit up with joy, and he quickly waved his hand to signal his disciples to tie up Old Man Liu and Meihua.

"I wonder which of you dares?"

Suddenly, Meihua did a somersault and flew to Old Man Liu's side, showing her stance and preparing to counterattack. This move made several disciples look embarrassed, after all, their ruthless killing methods were still vivid in their minds, and no one wanted to die in vain at this moment.

"Ok?"

Murong Bai's face darkened, and he looked at the two of them sternly, and swept the silver spear in his hand forward. In an instant, a sharp force shot out from the tip of the spear, hitting Meihua hard, who was caught off guard, causing her to groan and spurt out blood again.

"If you resist again, I will take your lives now." Murong Bai said coldly.

Old Man Liu listened attentively to the movements of Murong Bai, Ling Qing and the others, and snorted angrily, "Will I not die if I go back with you? I'm afraid I'll die even more miserably! If you kill my daughter and me tonight, the Mongols will definitely blame your Xianwang Mansion for Wang Qingshu's death, and you won't have an easy life then."

"court death!"

Murong Bai shouted loudly, and his figure flashed past Ling Qing like a gust of wind. A silver dragon of lightning cut through the air and in the blink of an eye it had pierced in front of Old Man Liu and Meihua.

"If we really fight to the death, we, father and daughter, may not be defeated by you!" Old Man Liu shouted angrily with determination, "Daughter, if you and I work together to kill Murong Bai, even if we can't kill him, we must leave him half alive!"

After saying that, Old Man Liu suddenly flew into the air, and in mid-air he pulled with his five fingers to tighten the broken string again, and then quickly plucked it. In an instant, a ripple of piano sound filled with internal strength came from top to bottom, heading straight for Murong Bai.

"Humph! Overestimating yourself!"

Murong Bai raised the silver spear in his hand, and a crescent blade arc was swept out, directly meeting the rippling sound of the piano. The moment the two collided, the spear was as fast as thunder and lightning, and instantly crushed all the murderous intent contained in the piano sound. As a result, Old Man Liu felt his chest sink, and his body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"Don't hurt my father!"

It happened in a flash. Just when Murong Bai was about to kill Old Man Liu, Meihua, with a look of shock, suddenly flew forward and shot countless silver needles into the air, trying to block Murong Bai's way.

But unfortunately, in front of Murong Bai's silver spear, Meihua's hidden weapon was nothing to be afraid of. The spear shadow flashed repeatedly, and in the blink of an eye, countless silver needles fell to the ground.

Although the time was short, Meihua still managed to jump in front of Old Man Liu and pull him away from the battle.

"Where to go?"

Murong Bai flew in pursuit, leaving a trail of afterimages in the hall. He instantly flew behind Meihua and Old Man Liu, and without hesitation, he stabbed them with his spear. "Dad, I'll stop him, you go!"

Meihua let out a delicate cry, turned around hastily, drew out her dagger, and faced Murong Bai who was charging at her, engaging in a clanging and clashing battle with him.

Old man Liu did not leave alone, but hurriedly leaned forward, placed the guqin across his knees, and moved his hands quickly. It was another song "Ambush from All Sides". The sound of the guqin seemed to have a soul, and it knew how to wait for an opportunity to move. Sometimes it was as fast as a rabbit, and sometimes it was as quiet as a virgin. The silver bottle suddenly broke and water splashed out, and the iron cavalry rushed out with swords and guns. In a moment, the sound of the guqin had formed a momentum of thousands of troops and horses around Murong Bai, and the power of thunder and lightning.

The sound of the piano was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched, sometimes strange, and sometimes sharp. Ling Qing and his disciples, who were listening directly, felt upset and their hearts were churning. They had to cover their ears and retreat backwards.

Encouraged by the sound of the piano, Meihua fought more and more courageously. With the help of her one-foot short blade, she fought against Murong Bai's seven-foot long spear. The fight was so intense that they were inseparable for a while.

An inch longer is an inch stronger; an inch smaller is an inch more clever. Tonight, Murong Bai and Meihua both used the strengths of their weapons to the fullest.

In terms of martial arts, Meihua is no match for Murong Bai. But at this moment, the sound of Liu Laohan's zither is waiting for an opportunity, lingering around Murong Bai, hiding countless murderous intentions, making it difficult for Murong Bai to concentrate on dealing with Meihua for a while, so he had to split his attention, which gave Meihua a chance to fight with him.

Now Meihua and Old Man Liu have both used their own life-saving skills, trying their best and fighting to the death.

Murong Bai was losing more and more patience in the chaotic battle. He turned the silver spear in his hand and swept in all directions, sweeping away the sword lights and shadows hidden in the piano music and shattering them into the void.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the silver spear was swung, accelerating suddenly, and the extremely sharp spear force surged out, endlessly.

For a moment, Meihua only felt that there were countless gun shadows in front of her eyes. She had to defend against one wave after another, and each wave was faster and stronger than the last. She was dazzled and overwhelmed. Finally, after struggling to hold on for seven or eight rounds, her moves became a mess, and the breath that had been held in her heart was released.

"With just this little ability, you want to go against the Xianwang Mansion? You don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!"

Murong Bai snorted coldly and swung the silver spear forward violently. An extremely strong gust of wind instantly blew away the defeated Old Man Liu and Meihua, causing their bodies to hit heavily against the pillars of the hall and then fall heavily to the ground.

At this moment, Old Man Liu and Meihua felt exhausted. It seemed as if all the bones in their bodies were torn apart alive. Not only was it extremely painful, but they could also hardly move at all.

"call!"

Before Old Man Liu and Meihua could raise their heads again, the silver spear had already rushed in front of them like a dragon. The silver spear, which was whistling towards them, suddenly paused in the air, and then hovered in front of the two people, with the tip of the spear shining with cold light, less than three inches away from their faces. This move startled Old Man Liu and Meihua, and the blood in their bodies instantly ran cold.

"Take them back!" Murong Bai ordered Ling Qing without turning his head.

At this moment, with his silver spear intimidating them, Old Man Liu and Meihua had no room to resist at all. They could only watch Ling Qing and the others approaching them with a fierce look in their eyes.

"oops!"

Suddenly, a rather dissatisfied voice came from the corner of the hall. The monk who was sleeping soundly under the altar stretched his body, yawned, and slowly sat up. He beat his shoulders with his hands and complained lazily: "It's freezing and snowy, and it's the middle of the night. I finally had enough food and wine and found a place to sleep well. Who is making a noise here and disturbing my sleep?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Bai, Ling Qing, the disciples of the Xianwang Mansion, as well as Old Man Liu and Meihua were all stunned.

Ling Qing whispered, "Seventh Master, I don't know where this crazy monk came from. He just acted strangely and behaved weirdly."

Seeing the great monk waking up from his dream, the old man Liu, who was held hostage by a gun, suddenly shouted: "Master, please save us! Master, please have a kind heart, please save us..."

Murong Bai waved his gun and the sharp tip of the gun pressed directly against Old Man Liu's cheek, making him dare not speak nonsense anymore.

"Eh?" The big monk turned around slowly, looked at Murong Bai and the others with doubtful eyes, and asked, "Why did you guys bully an old man and a child?"

"Monk, don't meddle in things that are not your business, and don't ask about things that are not your business." Murong Bai replied coldly and unceremoniously, "Go on sleeping and dreaming!"

Looking at Murong Bai with a stern expression, and Ling Qing and others who were eyeing him covetously, the monk thought for a moment with a suspicious look on his face, and suddenly shook his head at Murong Bai and said, "I have eaten their mutton, but they didn't ask for my wine, so I owe them a favor."

Murong Bai's eyes turned cold, and he asked coldly: "So what?"

Hearing this, the monk stood up awkwardly, holding onto the altar. He grinned at Murong Bai and said, "Everything has its own cause. I have just received good karma from others, so I will also reap the good fruit. If you are willing to let them go, I will not embarrass you anymore."

"What if they don't let you go?" Murong Bai stared at the monk with interest and asked provocatively, "What will you do?"

The big monk chuckled, and waved his big hand like a palm-leaf fan. The Qingshui Zen stick standing on the wall was suddenly swept up by a huge force, and with a "whoosh" it flew into the big monk's hand.

Just from this one move, you can tell that he is definitely not an mediocre person.

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(End of this chapter)