The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Chapter 204 Gusu Murong
The drunken and lazy look on Cui Baiquan's face disappeared instantly, and there was no trace of his previous vulgar temperament.

"Who is the enemy?"

Guo Yanzhi cried, "My nephew is incompetent and cannot find out the exact information about the enemy, but Master died from his famous skill 'Heavenly Spirit Thousand Splits'. I am afraid..."

Cui Baiquan was startled, as if he remembered something from the past that he did not want to recall, and a hint of fear flashed across his face.

"This matter requires careful consideration. Please explain the details of the incident in detail."

Guo Yanzhi was so eager for revenge that he forgot about etiquette and urged, "Revenge cannot be delayed. I am afraid of any delay. Please leave as soon as possible, uncle. I will report to you in detail along the way."

Cui Baiquan was quite knowledgeable about the ways of the world. His expression changed, and he suddenly turned to Duan Zhengchun, knelt down with a plop, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Your Majesty, Cui Baiquan was cornered by his enemies and had no choice but to seek refuge in your palace. He relied on your reputation to survive. Despite such great kindness, I have never revealed the truth to you. I truly deserve death."

"It doesn't matter!"

Regardless of whether his apology was sincere or not, it gave him enough face. Duan Zhengchun took the opportunity to show his magnanimity, bent down to help him up, and then said to Guo Yanzhidao.

"Brother Guo, the deep hatred between our sects is of great importance. We are not in a hurry right now. Please take a seat and we will discuss it slowly."

"The prince has ordered us to obey."

Cui Baiquan rushed to agree, and although Guo Yanzhi hesitated, he couldn't object.

Before anyone could say a few words, another family member came to the hall to deliver a message. This time, it was two Shaolin monks.

This was not the chaotic Southern Song Dynasty, and Shaolin had not yet closed its doors. It was at the peak of its prosperity and was recognized as the leading figure in the martial arts world.

Duan Zhengchun did not dare to neglect them and personally greeted them, leading the two monks to the warm room to chat, and left Duan Yu in the hall to keep them company.

Duan Yu has never been interested in martial arts since he was young and knows very little about the martial arts world. If it weren't for the introduction of his four great guards, he wouldn't even know the name of the Funiu Sect.

Fortunately, he and Cui Baiquan were chess friends and had a close relationship, so there was no awkwardness for the moment.

When everyone was talking about the unique skill of the leader of the Funiu Sect, the Hundred Victory Divine Whip, which was also the late master of Guo Yanzhi, Duan Zhengchun returned to the flower hall with the two monks.

After some greetings, Duan Zhengchun sighed and said seriously.

"Just now, two eminent monks delivered a message. Shaolin Master Xuanbei heard that the 'Four Evils' were coming to Dali to cause trouble, so he came to deliver the message, but was ambushed on the way."

Xuan Bei was a top martial artist in the martial arts world, and everyone was surprised to hear the news of his death.

"The prince specially invited two eminent monks here. Could it be that Master Xuanbei, like Master Ke, died from his own renowned skills?"

Monk Huizhen, with a haggard appearance, was startled. Seeing that the person who spoke was a young man he didn't know, he couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Who is this?"

"Oh! I was confused! These two are Young Hero Gu Ping'an and Young Hero Mu Nianci. They just happen to be guests in my house."

Duan Zhengchun looked embarrassed and quickly introduced himself to everyone.

"The four evil men came to Dali to trouble my Duan family. Thanks to the righteous intervention of these two, we were able to escape danger. The 'evil-doer' Ye Erniang and the 'extremely vicious' Yun Zhonghe were even eliminated by these two."

Guo Yanzhi had just heard about this from Cui Baiquan, but the two Shaolin monks had just learned that two of the four evil men were gone, and they were shocked.

The four evil men have become increasingly notorious in recent years, and naturally often attract righteous masters to hunt them down. However, they have all returned empty-handed, and have even killed many good fighters.

This young couple is so young, yet they have such abilities. How can we not be amazed?

The two monks admired him in their hearts and did not dare to look down on him. Monk Huizhen bowed solemnly and said.

"Young Master Gu was right. The injury that caused my master's death was caused by his famous martial art, the 'Great Vedas Pestle'!" "'Returning the favor as you would have done to them', could this be the work of the Gusu Murong family?"

Suddenly, a voice was heard outside the hall, and a man strode in. It was Emperor Baoding Duan Zhengming who had rushed over after hearing the news.

Hearing the words "Gusu Murong", Guo Yanzhi and the two monks all looked sad and angry, but Cui Baiquan trembled all over and lowered his head unconsciously.

Monk Huizhen bowed and nodded, saying, "Indeed, our master passed away that day in Shenjie Temple after being attacked. Abbot Wuye also made the same judgment when he heard the news."

"'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.'" Duan Zhengchun pondered for a moment. "I've heard this saying before, but I don't quite understand its meaning."

"Many years ago, a remarkable man emerged from the Central Plains martial arts world. His name was Murong Bo. He was extremely knowledgeable in martial arts, and he knew and mastered every unique skill from every school and sect in the world."

Duan Zhengming frowned, looking quite serious.

"I've heard that if he wants to kill someone, he'll use that person's famous unique skill. The three heroes of the Luo family in Hebei were skilled in using flying spikes, and all three were killed by them. The Taoist Zhangxu in Shandong often cut off his victims' limbs, causing them to wail for half a day before dying. He later suffered the same tragic fate. The saying 'give and take' spread from this."

Duan Zhengchun turned around accidentally and saw Cui Baiquan's pale face. He asked in confusion: "Mr. Cui, what are you doing?"

Cui Baiquan didn't expect someone to call him suddenly. He trembled all over and accidentally knocked over the wine glass on the table, spilling the wine all over himself.

He hurriedly stood up to wipe it, and then he realized that everyone was looking at him. His face turned red and he looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It was Cui who lost his composure."

Monk Huiguan's temper got a little impatient, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "Could it be that this donor is afraid of the Gusu Murong clan?"

Huizhen quickly called out to stop him, but the disdain in her eyes could hardly be concealed.

Duan Zhengchun was concerned about everyone's reputation after all, so he coughed lightly and said, "Even with Mr. Cui's ability, he's still so wary of this guy. Could it be that he's fought him before?"

"Have I seen it?"

Cui Baiquan looked frightened, as if he was a little distracted, and he hesitated for a long time.

Everyone shook their heads secretly. Junior nephew Guo Yanzhi felt hot on his face and uncomfortable all over.

The situation became even more awkward, and Duan Zhengchun secretly regretted asking him this question.

"Forget it. I, Cui Baiquan, am just a stray dog living under someone else's roof. Why should I care about face?"

The hall was silent for a while, Cui Baiquan suddenly sighed and said.

"Yes, I did encounter someone from the Murong family. To be honest, my limited martial arts skills were no match for him."

The two monks did not know his identity, but Duan Zhengchun had heard of him.

Although the Funiu Sect is a small sect, its leader Cui Baiquan has been famous for twenty years and is known as the "Golden Abacus" in the martial arts world. He does have some skills.

Even for a master like my royal brother, it would take some effort to take him down.

Cui Baiquan picked up the wine glass in front of his nephew and drank it all in one gulp, as if he had finally mustered up the courage.

"That was eighteen years ago."

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