Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 117 Turbulence is Inevitable in the Martial World

Murong Bo repeatedly claimed that he would pass on a sword technique to Mu Wanqing, which was no less than the Shaolin's ultimate skill and was the number one sword technique in the martial arts world today.

When it was time to deliver the message, Jiang Mingzhe glanced at it twice and couldn't help but feel both annoyed and amused.

It turns out that the Tiannan Sword Technique he mentioned was actually the Duan Family Sword Technique!
When Duan Zhengchun taught the sword at Wuliang Mountain, Jiang Mingzhe only learned five moves, but he had already grasped the concept and style of the sword technique. How could he possibly make a mistake?
I couldn't help but recall the empty bookshelves I saw in the Jianhu Stone Cave and Langhuan Paradise. Although there were no books on the shelves, there were still countless slips of paper pasted on them. Under the slip of paper with the name "Dali Duan Family", the words "Missing One Finger Technique, Six Meridian Divine Sword Technique" were written.

Based on this reasoning, the Duan family swordsmanship should not be lacking.

It is unknown whether the Duan family sword technique that Murong Bo learned came from Langhuan Jade Cave or from his own Huanshi Water Pavilion.

Murong Bo was naturally extremely generous in using other people's things to do favors. Seeing that Jiang Mingzhe kept looking over, he simply invited him to learn swordsmanship together. Mu Wanqing had no objection and became even more excited.

For seven consecutive days, Jiang Mingzhe learned all sixty-three moves of the Duan Family Sword from Murong Bo.

On the eleventh day, Murong Bo took the initiative to bid farewell to the two: "Young brother, young sister-in-law, I came to Dali with the intention of dealing with that old monk Xuanbei. I happened to meet you, which allowed that old monk to live a few more days. Judging from the time, he should have arrived in Dali by now. I must go after him. Take care of yourselves. If you miss your old brother, the largest jewelry store in Dengfeng is my property. When you go there, someone will naturally notify me to come and meet you."

Jiang Mingzhe frowned slightly, thinking that this person was highly skilled in martial arts, ruthless, and especially had a heart that seemed to thrive on chaos. He was practically a ticking time bomb. What if he went to Dali and found that he couldn't harm Xuan Bei, but instead harmed his own A Zi...

So, feigning concern, he earnestly said, "Brother, my master once said that the Duan family of Dali is full of experts, and as members of the royal family, they have countless lackeys. Although your martial arts are superb, even a tiger can't stop a pack of wolves. If you want to deal with Monk Xuanbei, the best place is actually at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain."

After hearing this, Murong Bo fell into deep thought and remained silent.

He had previously spied on Jiang Mingzhe and Xuan Bei exchanging blows. The speed and ferocity of Xuan Bei's fist technique had startled him. He figured that if he used his half-baked One-Finger Divine Skill, he would definitely not be able to block the opponent's Great Vajra Pestle. In this way, the possibility of framing the Duan family would be almost nonexistent.

If they cannot frame the Duan family, killing Xuanbei will only be to silence him.

In that case, the foot of Shaoshi Mountain is indeed the best choice!

Murong Bo nodded slightly, thinking that Xuan Bei must be exhausted from traveling thousands of miles. With the prospect of returning to the mountain the next day, his guard would inevitably be at its lowest point. If he waited for Xuan Bei to tire himself out, how could Xuan Bei possibly escape?

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and he couldn't help but laugh loudly: "That's right! I was blinded by a leaf, but thanks to you for reminding me, young brother! Hahahaha, then I'll go back to Shaoshi Mountain and dig his grave in advance."

After saying that, he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a handful of small, glittering gold ingots, about seventeen or eighteen in total, each weighing one tael, and stuffed them all into Jiang Mingzhe's hand.

He laughed heartily, "Keep this little money for your travel expenses, young brother. My sister-in-law is deeply devoted to you, so please take good care of her."

Jiang Mingzhe looked moved and reluctant to part, and said in a trembling voice, "Brother! Although we have only known each other for a short time, you have treated me better than my master. I really hate to leave you. But all good things must come to an end. I wish you a smooth journey, and may our friendship last forever. When we meet again in the martial world, we will drink and make merry."

Murong Bo laughed loudly, "Well said, well said! Young brother, you must come to Dengfeng to visit me when you have time! I'm off!"

Having said that, he leaped into the air, soaring several meters in a single bound, and disappeared into the valley in a few leaps. Jiang Mingzhe smiled slightly, put away the gold, and said to Mu Wanqing, "We've wasted enough time. In ten days, Granny Rui and the others have already surpassed us. Let's go now."

Mu Wanqing nodded, and the two set off immediately, each mounting their horses and galloping away. One black and one white horse traveled through mountains and rivers, and in two days, they had already left the territory of Dali.

After traveling for several more days, they arrived at Bidao County in Rongzhou, which is the area of ​​Yibin in later generations. Mu Wanqing said, "Last time when my master and I went to Suzhou, we came here to take a boat. Hehe, luckily your elder brother gave us some travel expenses, otherwise we wouldn't have enough money to pay for the boat fare."

Jiang Mingzhe laughed and said, "With me, you'll never have to worry about money. If I do run out of money, I'll sell this white horse. I bought it for 80,000 coins, and I'll sell it for at least 200,000. Then I'll buy another one after I get off the ship."

Mu Wanqing didn't doubt how she managed to sell the horse for 200,000 coins, but she showed a look of lingering fear, reaching out to touch the white horse's head and saying, "White Rose, White Rose, you should thank the elder brother for giving us travel expenses, otherwise you would have been sold by your master. Alas, after spending the money from selling you, he might sell Black Rose, and after selling Black Rose, he might sell me."

Jiang Mingzhe laughed heartily: "I sold the white roses and have 200,000 yuan in hand. It's like having seeds. What's so difficult about growing millions or tens of millions? Why would I need to sell them to you?"

"Fine!" Mu Wanqing glared and huffed, "Why would you sell me? Oh, so you won't sell me if you have money, but you really will if you don't have money, right?"

Jiang Mingzhe slapped his forehead in frustration, thinking to himself that he had been in ancient times for too long. If he were dating a girl in modern times, he would be full of vigilance and would never fall into such a trap.

Seeing his actions, Mu Wanqing assumed it was an apology. She exclaimed "Oh dear!" and quickly grabbed Jiang Mingzhe's hand, scolding, "Are you stupid? Why did you hit me so hard? I was just joking with you, I wasn't really angry. If you hurt yourself, then I'll be angry."

Jiang Mingzhe felt a warmth in his heart when he saw the genuine worry in her eyes. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard someone say, "Oh my, this young lady is so caring. If you don't want her, you can just sell her to me. You name your price, and I won't haggle."

This sentence was spoken with a heavy Sichuan accent.

Jiang Mingzhe turned his head and saw more than twenty men wearing strange white robes and barefoot in hemp shoes walking out of the restaurant next door. Most of them were not tall, and some of them had flushed faces, obviously because they had drunk too much. One of them glanced at Jiang Mingzhe's face and then looked at Mu Wanqing. It was clear that he was the one who had just said those words.

Jiang Mingzhe frowned, sighed, and said to Mu Wanqing, "Azi once told me that if you practice martial arts, you have to kill people. The more people you kill, the more afraid others will be. I understand her meaning more and more now."

After saying that, he looked at the white-robed men and said loudly, "Gentlemen, just by looking at your physique and gait, I can tell that you are all martial arts practitioners. You can also tell that I am a martial arts person. I am very curious, since you do not know my lineage or my martial arts level, why do you have the audacity to provoke me? Aren't you afraid that my martial arts are superior to yours and I will kill you?"

He asked this question from the bottom of his heart.

But the other party burst into laughter upon hearing this, and seven or eight people said in unison, "This pretty boy, does he think he's Murong Fu of the South or Qiao Feng of the North? He's only been weaned for a few years, how dare he talk such big words?"

Jiang Mingzhe sneered, "Oh, so you know there are always people stronger than you. If I were really Qiao Feng of the North and Murong of the South, how would you handle the situation after you provoked people for no reason?"

A man in his thirties remained silent, his face cold as he said, "Qiao Feng of the North is a tall and imposing man, not a pretty boy like you. As for Murong of the South, if you are Murong of the South, then let's settle this right here!"

Beside him stood an ugly man with a pockmarked face, who said in a deep voice, "Even Qiao Feng of the North and Murong of the South are just famous. They are all martial arts practitioners. Without a comparison, who is inferior to whom? Don't blame us for causing you trouble. Hmph, our Qingcheng Sect has sent out all its elites this time, precisely to cause trouble for Murong of the South! Your pretty-faced appearance does resemble Murong of the South quite a bit, so it's no wonder that we brothers don't like the look of you."

(End of this chapter)