Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 122 An old friend comes

Jiang Mingzhe's praise was heartfelt.

He knew that the four great generals of the Murong family of Gusu were all skilled fighters, and he never underestimated them. This move, "One Pestle Breaks Six Paths," was an extremely powerful and difficult move to master among the Great Vajra Pestle techniques!
He initially learned boxing from Murong Bo, learning nineteen moves over three days, with this one move alone taking up most of the day.

The difficulty of this fist technique lies in the use of internal energy. Once the fist is thrown, a total of six streams of internal energy must be released, one after another, layer upon layer, yet all combined into one punch.

Once such a punch is thrown, if the enemy is no match, it will be devastating. If the two sides are evenly matched, the surge of internal energy will be like a flood breaking through a dam. If the enemy is far stronger than oneself, the subsequent surges of internal energy can be used to protect oneself.

The Great Vajra Pestle is incredibly powerful and relentless, advancing without retreating. However, it also has methods of self-defense to prevent it from breaking due to its extreme power. These methods are hidden within the changes in internal energy, making them extremely difficult for outsiders to discern.

Although Feng Bo'e's internal strength was not weak, it was at most comparable to the likes of Yun Zhonghe, and far inferior to the Crocodile God of the South Sea, let alone Jiang Mingzhe at this moment.
Logically speaking, with his internal strength, he could at most block two punches, but Feng Bo'e, with his exquisite moves and reasonable use of internal strength, managed to block four.

The last two obstacles were unstoppable, but he used the same trick as a gecko shedding its tail, decisively sacrificing two arm bones to gain a chance to escape.

Therefore, in Jiang Mingzhe's eyes, this person's interpretation, combination, and application of moves, as well as his insight and grasp of timing and situation, have reached an extremely high level.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mingzhe couldn't help but shake his head slightly. He thought to himself that this person was like a player whose skills and rhythm were impeccable, but because he lacked physical talent, he would never be able to reach the highest level in his life. It was truly a pity.

Jiang Mingzhe held it in high regard, but the people from Qingcheng Sect and Qin Family Village were completely dumbfounded!
Feng Bo'e fought against dozens of them by himself. If it weren't for the Qingcheng Sect's sharp hidden weapons, they would have been mowed down. Even the Qingcheng Sect has its limits on hidden weapons. Once they ran out and still couldn't defeat Feng Bo'e, they would probably have been wiped out as well.

Such a master was already astonishing in their eyes, but who would have thought that he couldn't even withstand a single punch from Jiang Mingzhe!
Yao Bodang finally understood why the Qingcheng Sect, which was so powerful, was so respectful to this person.

Although Sima Lin and others from the Qingcheng Sect knew that Jiang Mingzhe was powerful, they originally thought he was only on the same level as Feng Bo'e. They never expected that fighting Feng Bo'e would be like a joke.

It's like a CBA player beating me 10-0, an NBA player beating me 10-0, even if Jordan and Kobe are incredibly good, they can only beat me 10-0. How could they possibly beat me in the negative?

Yao Bodang felt his legs go weak, like noodles, when he thought about how Jiang Mingzhe still wanted to settle accounts with his family.

Just as he was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, he heard Jiang Mingzhe say to Sima Lin, "If even one of Murong's subordinates has such skill, one can imagine how strong he is. If your two families go together, you can help each other out. If a fight breaks out, Qin Family Village can form a sword formation in front, while Qingcheng Sect can unleash a barrage of hidden weapons from behind. If it's a melee, Qingcheng Sect can use their ground fighting skills to focus on the lower body, while Qin Family Village can use their wide-ranging attacks to target the upper body. This will definitely be much stronger than either of you alone."

Yao Bodang was overjoyed, thinking to himself, "He wants our two families to cooperate, so why would he cut out my tongue again?"

He quickly replied, "Indeed, indeed, a truly insightful and wise man. I see that you are not very old, yet you are incredibly resourceful and anticipate the enemy's moves. Even Zhuge Liang, when he first emerged from obscurity, would have been no match for you."

Sima Lin also said, "Our two families' martial arts are yin and yang, which complement each other perfectly! Chief Yao, why don't we stay here for a few days to rehearse our combined combat tactics, and then go and find Murong Li of the South?"

Yao Bodang was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly: "That is exactly what I wish for, but I dare not ask you! When we practice together, I hope you will give me your guidance." Jiang Mingzhe smiled and said: "I don't have time to accompany you. I have important business in Suzhou. Perhaps we can meet at the Canhe Manor."

Sima Lin dared not detain him, and upon hearing that he was also going to Canhe Village, he felt much more at ease and said with a smile, "If Young Master Jiang ever needs our help, just let me know! Here are some travel expenses..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Mingzhe waved his hand and said, "Since you call me 'Young Master,' how could a Young Master be short of money? No need to be so polite. Let's take our leave now."

He cupped his hands in greeting, and both families hurriedly returned the gesture.

Jiang Mingzhe smiled, led Mu Wanqing out, mounted his horse, and rode away.

After walking a little further away, Mu Wanqing asked curiously, "Why did you have to teach them how to set up formations? Do you consider them friends?"

Jiang Mingzhe laughed and said, "Friends aren't so easy to make. But since they're going to cause trouble for the Murong family, I'm also willing to help Huanshi Water Pavilion move. The longer they can hold out, the better. Otherwise, with their martial arts skills, they can't even beat Feng Bo'e. Wouldn't they be of no use at all?"

The two chatted and laughed as they sped along, and after several hours they arrived at the west side of Suzhou. Just as they were about to enter the city, they suddenly heard a loud laugh: "Hahahaha, it is clear that there is no such thing as fate in this world. Young Master Duan, when I went to Dali to invite you to Jiangnan, the Prince of Zhennan happened to be out. Who knew that when we arrived in Jiangnan, the Prince of Zhennan was also here? Isn't this fate?"

Jiang Mingzhe's expression changed. He thought to himself that there were many young masters like Duan Yu in the world, but probably few like the Prince of Zhennan. There was probably only one Prince of Zhennan who was destined to be with young master Duan Yu! And the young master Duan who was destined to be with the Prince of Zhennan was probably none other than my brother Duan Yu!

Mu Wanqing frowned and said, "Brother, the person who spoke has incredibly high internal strength!"

Jiang Mingzhe nodded, and then heard the voice say, "If the Prince of Zhennan could defeat me, he would have been able to take you away. But he couldn't defeat me, and that is fate! The former is the fate between father and son, and it is also Heaven's way of using the Prince of Zhennan to persuade you to cherish your life. The latter is the fate between Mr. Murong and the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Your father couldn't take you away, so the sword manual is destined to be with him. Young Master Duan, I just don't know whether you will honestly write out the sword manual and let me burn it at the grave of my deceased friend, or will you still be stubborn and force me to burn it as the sword manual?"

The voice grew increasingly smug, chuckling, "If you remain stubborn, the Prince of Zhennan, so devoted to his son, will surely not allow me to burn you. He will fight me to the death. Although I have no intention of harming anyone, I will have no choice but to kill you. Young Master Duan, not only will you be in danger, but you will also endanger the lives of your father and many others."

Hearing this person repeatedly refer to himself as a humble monk, and knowing that his internal strength was far superior to anything Jiang Mingzhe had ever seen, and that he even wanted to burn the sword manual at Murong Bo's grave, Jiang Mingzhe naturally guessed that this person must be none other than Kumārajīva.

He never expected that because of his intervention, the Four Evils would be defeated early on, and Duan Yu's experience would be greatly altered, yet he still learned the Six Meridian Divine Sword and was still captured by Kumārajīva.

This time, however, Prince Zhennan, Duan Zhengchun, did not go to Luliang Prefecture to investigate Xuan Bei's death. Instead, he accepted Jiang Mingzhe's mission to come to Suzhou to help him steal the secret manual from the Langhuan Jade Cave.

He clearly remembered that he had asked Azi to pass on a message, agreeing to ask the Prince of Zhennan's mansion to send a few experts to help him. Unexpectedly, Duan Zhengchun came in person. Could it be that he knew that Mantuo Villa and Langhuan Jade Cave were his old lover's territory and deliberately came to meet her?
However, this is not the time to let one's mind wander. Judging from Kumārajīva's tone, things are in great trouble for his little brother Duan Yu and the others.

It's bad enough that my little brother is in trouble, but Azi is probably in the group too. If Kumārajīva intends to use his family to coerce Duan Yu, Duan Zhengchun is Duan Yu's father, which is his trump card. The others are all subordinates of the Prince of Zhennan's mansion, which is not enough. Wouldn't Azi be the most suitable candidate?
Thinking of this, he was extremely anxious. He shook the reins, spurred his horse forward, and shouted sternly, "This road is mine, this tree is mine, if you monk pass by, leave your bald head behind!"

(End of this chapter)