I, the wanderer of the universe, love making friends

Chapter 123 Master, You Are Too Fast

"Check?" Zhang Qing hesitated. "Physical?"

Shen Lang said seriously, "Nine-manifestation Divine Dragon Ghost-Seeing Sorrow is a unique weapon. Have you ever used it?"

Zhang Qing shook her head. "I've only heard of it."

"So I have to know if you will encounter any problems during practice." Shen Lang said softly, "Okay, don't think about those things, let's continue practicing."

After teaching Zhang Qing some serious practice, Shen Lang said, "Okay, let's stop here for tonight."

Jiang Yuyan and Murong Jiu were still beside him, so he had no thoughts in this regard for the time being.

Hold back occasionally and don't act too hasty.

But the blush on Zhang Qing's neck had already moved to her neck.

I even felt my heart beating terribly fast.

It felt like it was about to burst out of my throat at any moment.

After the two of them sat back by the fire, Murong Jiu hummed again, "Congratulations, Sister Qing! Not only did you get a legendary weapon this time, you also found a formidable master."

Shen Lang was right, she always thought highly of herself.

She looked down on "vulgar people" and was so ignorant that she thought she and the little fairy were already the first and second heroes in the world, and that they could become the best in the world at any time.

This kind of childishness and ignorance, without any innocent and lively attitude, just wraps up the heart tightly and closes it off.

As a result, Xiaoyuer burned the secret book. Not only did he fail to practice the Fossil Magic, but he was also spanked here.

She felt that the martial arts of the man in front of her was like the dark night sky, which made it impossible to see the end and make it difficult to breathe. An unknown and mysterious power surrounded her tightly.

But it was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating her cold and fragile soul - just because this person had no respect for her at all and spanked her without hesitation.

In a trance, she suddenly had the illusion that she was being taught a lesson by an elder instead of being humiliated by a stranger.

Zhang Qing was a bit annoyed by her sarcasm, but she didn't get angry. She turned to Shen Lang and said, "Master, Miss Nine and I are like sisters. I have the Nine-Manifestation Divine Dragon Ghost-Seeing Sorrow, but she got beaten by you. How about you do it for your disciple's sake..."

She always felt that being spanked like this by a little girl like Murong Jiu would hurt her heart.

"You are quite a good person. You don't forget your sisters when you get benefits, and you even use your master's favor to give to others." Shen Lang shook his head helplessly, "Even if I want to teach, Miss Nine may not want to learn."

Murong Jiu said coldly, "Sister Qing, you don't have to beg him. There is nothing in this world that the Murong sisters can't do. Even if there is no Nine-Manifested Divine Dragon Ghost-Seeing Sorrow, I, Murong Jiu, will take revenge one day."

"Not bad, you have ambition." Shen Lang nodded and gave a thumbs up. "That's what people from a great family should be like."

Murong Jiu straightened his neck and said, "I don't need your thumbs up. One day, I will make you beg for mercy!"

"Ninth Miss, don't be angry. Your weapon is broken," Zhang Qing said. "How about I give you my sword first?"

Murong Jiu shook his head and suddenly raised his hand to shoot several hidden weapons at Shen Lang.

These hidden weapons were fast and dense, covering Shen Lang like raindrops.

Zhang Qing and Jiang Yuyan screamed in fright at the same time.

"Master, be careful!"

"Be careful, son!"

Shen Lang just flicked his sleeves, and the hidden weapons shot by Murong Jiu seemed to have hit a layer of energy and then fell lightly to the ground.

The next moment, a sword flashed, and Jiang Yuyan drew out the long sword in her hand and placed it on Murong Jiu's neck.

On the way from Jiangnan to Emei, she had many fights with He Lu and other disciples of Yihua Palace.

Although it was only a few months of learning time, once he attacked, even Murong Jiu had no chance to dodge.

Murong Jiu looked at the cold sword at his neck, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear. Instead, he looked at Jiang Yuyan with cold eyes and said in a cold tone: "What? Do you want to kill me?"

Zhang Qing stamped her feet upon seeing this and said, "Ninth sister, how could you do this? This is so unethical!"

Murong Jiu snorted coldly and continued to nag at him, "Hmph, your master has no moral principles at all. You've seen it, he, he..."

When she said this, a blush appeared on her face, "He actually hit me there..."

Shen Lang watched the people arguing endlessly, shook his head helplessly, then stretched out his fingers and lightly tapped the sword in Jiang Yuyan's hand, making a crisp sound.

He said to Jiang Yuyan earnestly, "See? Just like I told you before, when we travel the world, we're not afraid of meeting those upright people. We're afraid of these despicable villains."

"Especially be careful of the hidden weapons they use in secret. So, you must be more careful in the future and don't trust anyone easily. Now, put away the sword."

Seeing him mocking him like this, Murong Jiu snorted again.

Jiang Yuyan frowned and said with a reluctant look on her face, "But, sir, this girl was disrespectful to you just now and repeatedly offended you. I think she should be taught a lesson."

Shen Lang patiently explained, "Miss Nine grew up in Murong Villa. If she didn't have a bit of arrogance, she wouldn't be a member of the Murong family. Besides, we've already taught her a lesson today. There's no need to embarrass her any further."

If he continues to be punished like this, I am afraid Murong Jiu will really choose to commit suicide in order to defend his dignity.

Although Jiang Yuyan still felt unwilling after hearing this, she still obediently put the sword in her hand back into the sheath.

At the same time, he said to Murong Jiu coldly, "Humph! You should be grateful for your generosity, Master. Otherwise, based on what you just did, you would have been dead without a burial place."

"Ninth sister, you should control your temper a little." Zhang Qing echoed the advice.

Seeing that Zhang Qing didn't speak up for him, Murong Jiu was so angry that his whole body was shaking. His eyes were red again and he cried, "He hit me, so am I supposed to swallow my anger? Can't I teach him a lesson?"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing." Shen Lang spoke again, "Ninth Miss, I beat you, and now I'm giving you a weapon. This way, we're even, okay?"

As he spoke, he took out a long sword with an ancient scabbard and pulled it out. With a "clang" sound, the sword roared like a dragon, and the fierce sword energy rushed straight to the man's face.

He also took this sword out from Ouyang Ting's underground palace.

There are a lot of weapons in that place, so I might as well keep them.

Zhang Qing couldn't help but exclaim in praise, "What a great sword!"

"This sword has no name, but it is definitely an excellent weapon." Shen Lang put the sword back into the scabbard and handed it to Murong Jiu. "I broke your sword, and this sword is given to you."

Murong Jiu's eyes lit up, but he didn't reach out to take it.

Shen Lang continued, "Miss Nine, I will teach you another set of sword techniques. However, since you haven't accepted me as your master, I will only demonstrate it once. How much you can learn depends on your understanding."

After he finished speaking, the sword in his hand flashed like lightning, and stabbed straight towards Murong Jiu at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye!

Zhang Qing, who was standing by, couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise when he saw this.

Murong Jiu's expression changed drastically as she quickly dodged to the side. However, to her surprise, the sword followed her like a shadow, always tracking closely at her throat.

Before this, Murong Jiu always believed that his second and third sisters' swordsmanship had reached the pinnacle and was invincible.

But at this moment, she truly realized that the swordsmanship of the man in front of her was faster and more powerful than theirs.

Until this moment, she finally understood what a real "sword" was.

It turns out that swords can be so fast.
Shen Lang's sword came and went without a trace, and the three people on the field could not see how he made the move or how he stabbed.

Murong Jiu tried her best to dodge and avoid the sword energy, but she still couldn't escape the threat to her throat.

When she thought she was doomed, the sword, as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder, stopped abruptly less than half an inch away from her throat.

The sword was drawn quickly, and the sword was retracted just as quickly. Although Murong Jiu, Zhang Qing, and Jiang Yuyan's martial arts weren't top-tier yet, they knew that mastering the art of swordsmanship wasn't easy.

Not only that, Shen Lang obviously did not use his full strength in this sword. If he had really used his full strength, Murong Jiu's throat would have been pierced long ago, and he would not even know how he died.

Murong Jiu secretly rejoiced and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then he heard Shen Lang's voice: "Watch carefully."

Finished.

He just swung the sword in his hand lightly. The movement seemed light and there was nothing special about it, let alone any highlights.

However, unexpectedly, the bright spot appeared in the blink of an eye!

And it came very cleverly, with an unstoppable and powerful momentum.

The long sword in Shen Lang's hand is like an axe in a carpenter's hand and a brush in a painter's hand. It is not only full of vitality, but also contains a spiritual energy.

He wielded his swordsmanship with ease, as if waving away dust, and in the blink of an eye he had already performed several moves.

This sword technique appears light and agile, as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and water, but its true power is astonishing.

Each sword seemed to lead to unusual movements between heaven and earth, as if the thick fog all around was imbued with murderous intent, and the entire world was filled with a thick murderous aura.

It seems that anyone who stands in front of this sword will be torn to pieces.

Murong Jiu watched without blinking.

After Shen Lang finished his training, she couldn't help but want him to demonstrate it again.

Shen Lang handed her the sword and said, "How much you can learn is up to you."

Murong Jiu's face flushed red, and he said a little embarrassedly: "I, I forgot."

Zhang Qing couldn't help but stamp her feet and said, "Master, you're too fast..."

Murong Jiumei stamped her feet and said, "You're too fast..."

The two of them spoke and stopped talking at the same time, and the words they said differed by only two words.

After saying this, both of their faces turned red.

Jiang Yuyan looked at Murong Mei and then at Zhang Qing.

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "My young master is not fast at all. It's you who didn't watch carefully."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt that something was wrong with her words, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.

Zhang Qing didn't know what she said, but she felt that Jiang Yuyan was saying that she had a poor understanding. She lowered her head a little embarrassedly, and Murong Mei also lowered her head.

"My teaching time is over." Shen Lang said, "My martial arts are not weeds in the field."

He didn't have the habit of being a teacher, he just used this sword technique to attract Murong Jiu.

If the other women in the Murong family knew about this, they might also be interested.

Especially Murong Jiu's second sister Murong Shuang and third sister Murong Shanshan, who are good at using swords together.

Just at this moment, two disciples from Yihua Palace came quickly.

"Master, Helu, Yujiao and the others, along with Miss Tie Xinlan and Tie, have entered the forbidden area of ​​Mount Emei."

"It seems that's where the treasure is." Shen Lang said, "The Emei Sect should not be underestimated. Let's go up the mountain to take a look, so that they don't suffer any loss."

Zhang Qing raised her head and asked, "Did Tie Xinlan enter the forbidden area of ​​Emei?"

Murong Jiu immediately raised his head and looked at Zhang Qing, "Sister Qing, that little thief must have entered the forbidden area."

"He can't escape." Zhang Qing said.

Murong Jiu nodded, "Let's hunt him down together."

Zhang Qing looked at Shen Lang and said, "Master, we have a grudge against a thief and are going up the mountain to hunt him down."

"Let's go up the mountain together." Shen Lang said, "Be careful later."

With someone leading the way, you can naturally climb the mountain faster.

When Shen Lang entered the forbidden area of ​​Emei, he happened to see Taoist Shenxi preparing to attack He Lu and Yu Jiao.

This time Shen Lang appeared as the successor of Yihua Palace, so naturally he had to show his face well.

When the Emei disciples were about to besiege He Lu and Yu Jiao, he suddenly took action and snatched the sword of Taoist Shen Xi when he was about to commit suicide.

He bowed calmly and said with a smile, "I am Hua Wuque, the heir of Yihua Palace. Taoist, please forgive my rudeness, but if it weren't for your fellow Taoist attacking a woman, I would never have acted rashly."

As soon as he appeared on the stage, he was full of grace and impressed everyone present. Even Liu Yuru, the "Snowflake Knife" who had seen countless people, was intoxicated when she saw him.

Although Taoist Master Shen Xi was filled with shock and anger, he was also captivated by this charming demeanor. He clasped his fists in return and said, "I heard from my disciples a long time ago that the heir of Yihua Palace had arrived in Mount Emei. I am only able to meet him today. Please forgive me for not being able to come and greet him from afar."

"I have no intention to disturb your meditation, but the story of hidden treasure is definitely false. I just hope that you will not fall into the evil scheme of the villain. It is better to turn hostility into friendship from now on. Let's not mention today's incident again. What do you think?" Shen Lang looked around.

This statement instantly caused everyone present to nod in agreement and readily agree.

Because everyone has seen that this is a trap. If they continue to fight, both they and Emei will suffer losses. It is better to quit while the going is good.

Everyone said in unison: "Young Master, you are absolutely right. We will take our leave now."

Someone else praised: "I heard that Yihua Palace not only helped people send their belongings back to their hometowns, but also helped bury the bodies along the way. This can be called a noble act."

"Yes, Yihua Palace is indeed worthy of being a sacred place in the martial arts world. Its moves are extraordinary."

"Although Yihua Palace hasn't been around in the martial arts world for a long time, the legend of Yihua Palace has always been there."

"Young Master Hua, Taoist Master Shenxi, I'm taking my leave!"

"..."

Everyone said goodbye and left.

Shen Lang also left with He Lu and others.

After walking for a while, I saw Zhang Qing running towards me in a hurry.

"Master, something bad has happened. Murong Jiu has been frightened to death! The person who frightened her was whipped off the mountain by me!"

"The person you beat down the mountain was called Xiaoyuer?" Shen Lang asked.

Zhang Qing nodded hurriedly: "Exactly!"

"Alas, you've caused me trouble again." Shen Lang shook his head helplessly. "Murong Jiu was scared out of his wits, Xiao Yu'er was beaten down the mountain, and I'm afraid Tie Xinlan will also go crazy. Let's deal with them one by one."

He sorted out his thoughts. He had never done anything like playing a madman, and he didn't have that kind of hobby.

It would be better to let the sisters of the Murong family take care of Murong Jiu. Maybe they can get the upper hand by being close to the water.

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(End of this chapter)