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Chapter 122 Ninth Miss, Why Not Worship Me...

Hearing his words, Zhang Qing and Murong Jiu's faces changed drastically.

Zhang Qing shouted angrily, "Don't do anything reckless, or the Murong family will not let you go!"

Murong Jiu said coldly, "Sister Qing, don't beg him for mercy. No one in the Murong family is a coward."

He then said to Shen Lang, "If you want to do anything to me, I, Murong Jiu, will frown and my last name will no longer be Murong! You can kill me or chop me up as you please!"

Shen Lang's eyes moved between the two of them, "Really?"

Zhang Qing sneered, "Could it be that the heir of Yihua Palace is a worthless brat who has no other abilities besides bullying weak women like us?"

"You don't need to provoke my young master." Jiang Yuyan couldn't help but say, "We were just having a good time here making a fire, but you two disturbed us and even shouted about fighting and killing. This is really rude."

Murong Jiu snorted coldly and said, "Since you know what martial arts I practice, it must be that little devil called Xiao Yu'er who is in disguise. Otherwise, how could outsiders know?"

"I'm well-versed in worldly affairs," Shen Lang said calmly. "I also know that your martial arts secret manual was destroyed by a brat, and you tracked him down. Is that true?"

Murong Jiu snorted and said nothing.

Shen Lang looked at Zhang Qing again, "As for Miss Zhang, she was also bullied and plotted against by him, so after that kid was kidnapped, she and Miss Nine followed Tie Xinlan here."

Zhang Qing hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you truly the heir of Yihua Palace?"

"Is this really possible?" Jiang Yuyan snorted and said, "We've been here for several days. If you don't believe me, you can go down the mountain and ask around."

Shen Lang sighed and said, "I said this Hua Wuque wasn't me, but they said it was you. I said I wasn't the heir of Yihua Palace either, but they said it was you. I had no choice but to pretend to be him."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves, and two gusts of strong wind hit Zhang Qing and Murong Jiu's waists, and their acupoints were immediately unblocked.

"I have no intention of arguing with you two ladies. I was simply trying to stop you from brandishing swords and knives," he said, bowing. "If I was disrespectful, please forgive me."

As the two resumed their activities, they couldn't help but look at each other.

I was thinking about what to do next.

Shen Lang added, "If you two ladies don't have anywhere to go for the time being, you can stay here with us for a while. I'm an easy person to get along with. If you don't, you two ladies can find more problems with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qing and Murong Jiu were stunned. They didn't expect Shen Lang to say such a thing.

After a long while, Zhang Qing came back to her senses. She glanced at Shen Lang, a flash of anger in her eyes, but then she regained her composure and said, "Since you said so, if we leave, won't others think we're afraid of you?"

"That's right." Murong Jiu raised his eyebrows, a faint smile on his face, and said calmly, "Can't people from the Murong family stay where the people from Yihua Palace stay? Sister Qing, since we have nowhere else to go right now, we'll stay here."

Zhang Qing's eyes rolled, and he suddenly laughed and said, "I want to see what tricks the heir of Yihua Palace is going to play."

After saying that, the two of them walked over to the fire and sat down.

In fact, none of them were afraid of the cold, but in this dark night, if there was no fire, they always felt a lack of psychological security.

After sitting down, Zhang Qing took out two cakes from his bag, kept one for himself and gave the other to Murong Jiu.

Put it on a tree branch and roast it over the fire.

“Is this all you eat?”

Shen Lang looked at the dry food they brought, then pulled up a piece of cloth covering something nearby. Under the cloth was a food box.

He placed the food box in front of the two of them and said, "There's something else here. If you're worried about poisoning, forget it."

"Who's afraid of being poisoned?" Zhang Qing reached out and took it, smiling. "I guess Yihua Palace wouldn't bother to poison two weak women like us."

Shen Lang said, "It's hard to say, especially with these two eccentric girls. I think we should be on the safe side."

"If you want to try to tinker with poison in the Murong family, you're just showing off your skills before an expert." Murong Jiu said coldly, "Thank you very much."

As he spoke, he divided the contents of the lunch box with Zhang Qing.

Jiang Yuyan looked up at Shen Lang: "Sir, what is the origin of this Murong family?"

"The Murong family is quite prominent, and can be considered the number one family in the martial arts world." Shen Lang explained to her, "The Murong family has nine daughters, known as the Nine Beauties of the World. The husband that my eldest sister married can only be considered barely worthy of her."

"As for my second sister, she is a martial arts expert. She married Nangong Liu, the only son of the Nangong family. Although the Nangong family has excellent martial arts, her husband has been sickly since childhood and his martial arts skills are not as good as hers. Therefore, although Murong Sanniang married, all her weapons remained in the Murong family."

"Oh?" Jiang Yuyan thought for a moment and said, "Maybe she doesn't want to show off her martial arts skills and make her husband uncomfortable."

Murong Jiu heard what he said and did not refute it.

At the same time, I also want to hear what the heir of Yihua Palace thinks of the Murong family.

Shen Lang said, "Second Lady Murong is indeed very considerate of others and thinks of others, while Third Lady Murong is a talented woman who dislikes sunlight and prefers to listen to the rain. However, since she got married, Miss Nine probably hasn't heard her zither music for a long time."

Murong Jiu pondered for a moment before saying, "You're quite right."

"Then who did she marry?" Jiang Yuyan asked curiously.

Shen Lang smiled and said, "The man Murong Sanniang married is naturally a rare talent, a top talent in the martial arts world. Not only is he proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but before he was thirty, he had already become the leader of the Guangdong and Guangxi martial arts world, Qin Jian."

"I didn't expect you to know so much." Murong Jiu said slowly, "I was beginning to believe that you were the heir of Yihua Palace, but as you said, my brothers-in-law are all outstanding people."

Jiang Yuyan blinked and asked, "Sir, is this Ninth Miss married?"

"It's obvious she's a virgin, how could she possibly get married?" Shen Lang shook his head. "Her fiancé is the renowned Jade-Faced Divine Fist Gu Renyu, the Second Young Master. However, Gu Renyu acts like a girl, and Miss Nine is incredibly intelligent, self-righteous, aloof, and self-admiring. How could she possibly fall for him?"

Hearing Shen Lang use several words to describe himself, Murong Jiu's face changed color, and he angrily mistook the food for Shen Lang.

Zhang Qing suddenly spoke up, "Young Master Hua, since you know so much about the Murong family, why don't you tell me about me? I also want to know what kind of person I am in your eyes."

Shen Lang said, "Little Fairy Zhang can be said to have an upright and straightforward character. She is bright and open-minded, and has the demeanor of a heroine. When it comes to punishing evildoers, she can be ruthless and show no mercy."

The best way to divide two women is to praise one of them.

"I never thought I'd receive such praise from Mr. Hua," Zhang Qing said with a smile. "I'm truly grateful."

Murong Jiu, who was standing next to him, became even angrier and couldn't help but snort, "It seems that Mr. Hua knows my sister Qing quite well."

"When traveling around the martial arts world, I naturally have to know young female warriors like you, because I like making friends with female warriors like you." Shen Lang thought for a moment and said, "I heard that Miss Zhang is good at using a whip?"

"That's right," Zhang Qing said openly, "Those who commit crimes should be severely whipped."

Shen Lang nodded, "I happen to have a whip in my hand, a unique weapon that has long been lost, called the Nine-Manifestation Divine Dragon Ghost-Seeing Sorrow, which is as famous as Yan Nantian's Wuji Sword, Yihua Palace Master Yao Yue's Bixue Zhaodanqing, and Yu Niangzi Zhang Sanniang's Liuyun Feiyue."

"Nine-appearing Divine Dragon Ghost-Seeing Sorrow?" Zhang Qing thought carefully and said, "I seem to have heard my mother mention this name before, but it has long since disappeared from the martial arts world. How could it be in your hands?"

Murong Jiu asked in confusion: "Why is it called this name?"

Zhang Qing explained, "Legend has it that this whip is covered in scales. Not only can it cling to weapons, forcing them out of their hands, it can also catch hidden weapons. The dragon horns, dragon tongue, dragon mouth, and dragon eyes each have their own uses. When necessary, all the scales can be ejected. If someone doesn't know about this weapon, even a god would find it difficult to dodge it."

"It's so powerful?" Murong Jiu thought for a moment and suddenly laughed, "How could such a powerful weapon be in your hands?"

"Since I've said it, I'm not lying. You don't need to provoke me." Shen Lang said, looking at Zhang Qing, "If you call me Master, I will not only give you this weapon, but also teach you how to use it."

Zhang Qing blinked, "You want me to call you Master?"

"Is it a big disadvantage?" Shen Lang shook his hand, and the Nine-Manifestation Divine Dragon Ghost-Seeing Sorrow appeared in his hand. Whoosh!
The whip hit the stone next to it.

There was a loud "clang" and sparks flew everywhere, and the stone was actually split into two pieces by the whip.

Zhang Qing and Murong Jiu were stunned for a moment, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.

If this whip had hit me just now, it would not be as simple as just tearing my skin and flesh.

Shen Lang retracted the whip and said, "If you don't want to learn, forget it. My martial arts are not weeds on the roadside that you can pick and choose."

"Yes!" Zhang Qing blurted out immediately, "If you really give me this weapon and teach me how to wield the whip, I will wholeheartedly call you Master."

Hearing this, Murong Jiu curled his lips, feeling that Zhang Qing suddenly became so unfamiliar that she could become his disciple just for a weapon.

It's really spineless.

Just as he thought of this, Zhang Qing called out respectfully, "Master!"

Shen Lang threw the Nine-Manifestation Divine Dragon Ghost-Seeing Sorrow to her and said, "Every part of this weapon has its uses. Be careful."

This weapon was of little use to him.

It is not suitable to be used as an auxiliary game, because a whip will not only tear the skin and flesh, but also break the tendons and bones, which is not fun at all.

"Thank you, Master." Zhang Qing responded happily, turning it over and over like a child who got a new toy, his eyes full of love.

Jiang Yuyan whispered, "Master, why am I not suitable for learning to use a whip?"

"Learning to use a whip is about basic skills. Do you have them? If you can master the sword techniques I teach you, you will already be a master." Shen Lang said, "And the sword I give you is not an ordinary one."

Jiang Yuyan thought about it and nodded: "Young Master, your teaching is right. I will definitely learn from it."

Shen Lang looked at Murong Jiu again, "Miss Jiu, I see that you have extraordinary bones, a pure and beautiful appearance, and both talent and beauty. Why don't you become my disciple and become a disciple of Chui Xiao? How about I give you a chance?"

Murong Jiu's eyes widened as he roared angrily, "You... you actually dared to take me in as your disciple? Who do you think I am?"

Before she finished speaking, she shook her wrist violently and stabbed out seven or eight swords as fast as lightning.

Each sword carries a fierce momentum, as if it is going to pierce through everything in front of it.

At the same time, he said, "I want to see what you are capable of!"

However, Shen Lang stood there motionless, without even blinking, as if he didn't care at all about Murong Jiu's attack.

Just as Murong Jiu was about to stab out the sword in his hand again, Shen Lang suddenly attacked.

He moved as fast as lightning and clamped Murong Jiu's sword with two fingers.

Murong Jiu had never expected that the other party could easily clamp his sword with his fingers, and he was shocked.

She tried hard to pull back the sword, but found that no matter how hard she tried, the sword was like being pressed down by a huge rock and could not move at all.

Her face was filled with astonishment, and she looked at Shen Lang in disbelief, secretly exclaiming in her heart: How could this person be so powerful?

The next moment, Shen Lang exerted a little force with his fingers, and Murong Jiu's sword broke into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

Murong Jiu's eyes widened in surprise, "What kind of martial arts is this?"

"My two fingers are so smart that I can hold weapons with this one finger. There is no weapon in the world that I can't hold or hold tightly." Shen Lang stretched out his index finger.

Murong Jiu asked, "Where's the other finger?"

Hearing this, Shen Lang extended his middle finger, "This other finger is specifically for helping people reach the blissful heaven and become immortals. You wouldn't understand even if I told you. You want to learn? I'll teach you."

Murong Jiu was stunned for a moment, threw away the hilt of the sword in his hand, and said stubbornly: "I won't learn it."

"Forget about learning." Shen Lang shook his head, "But you need to change your habit of pointing your sword at people for no reason."

Murong Jiu snorted coldly and was about to refute when he felt a gust of wind blowing past his eyes.

Then he turned his body and waited for the reaction to come.

She found herself lying on Shen Lang's knees.

"You are too arrogant. You need to change it!" Shen Lang raised his hand and slapped her hard on the butt several times.

clap clap clap!
Zhang Qing's eyelids twitched when he saw this scene.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to plead for mercy, Murong Jiu was already struggling and cursing, "You bastard, you actually dared to hit me there? I, I'm going to kill you!"

But what responded to her was even more frequent slaps.

Murong Jiu was beaten so hard that he trembled all over, bared his teeth and cursed non-stop.

Then he looked at Zhang Qing: "Sister Qing, are you just going to let him beat me like this?"

"I..." Zhang Qing bit her lip and said, "Master..."

Shen Lang slapped Murong Jiu a few more times and said, "If I don't teach him now, someone else will teach him later, but not in this way. Murong Jiu, do you still want to kill me?"

This was the biggest injustice Murong Jiu had suffered since he was a child, except for the time when Xiao Yuer burned his secret manual of magic skills.

But he showed no intention of begging for mercy, and shouted, "You killed me! You'd better kill me! Otherwise, I will make sure you die in my hands and torture you severely!"

"Kill you? Do you think I'm a murderer?" Shen Lang slapped him a few more times. "Do you know you're wrong?"

Murong Jiu felt even more aggrieved when she thought about herself being spanked by a man, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

But seeing that he had no intention of stopping, even though she was furious, she had no choice but to compromise and said, "I was wrong. Can you please stop hitting me?"

"What's wrong?" Shen Lang asked.

Murong Jiu said aggrievedly, "I was wrong to point my sword at people, and I was wrong to be so arrogant..."

"It's not wrong to be arrogant, but you need to have some skills." Shen Lang shook his head and then let her go. "If you meet a master with your skills, you will only be bullied."

Murong Jiu stamped his feet, his eyes reddened, he glared at him fiercely, and stopped talking.

Shen Lang looked at Zhang Qing again, "Qing'er, come on, Master will teach you how to use a whip. If you come across the boy you want to bully, you can use the whip to teach him a lesson."

"Yes, Master." Zhang Qing responded.

After practicing for just a moment, Zhang Qing's face flushed and he whispered, "Master..."

"what happened?"

"Does whip training have to be so close to the body?" Zhang Qing whispered.

Shen Lang said seriously, "Qing'er, who do you think I am? I am just checking your body."

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(End of this chapter)