Chapter 159: Jiumozhi was hit by the Tai Chi sword and faced the three Persian envoys!

Yanziwu.

At this time, Yanziwu was decorated with lights and rich decorations.

The martial arts sects that came to Yanziwu to congratulate were a gathering of heroes.

Almost all the martial arts sects in the Jiangnan region came to congratulate Murong Fu.

Although Murong Fu had earned the reputation of Southern Murong in the past, he could only be regarded as a rising star in the martial arts world, and many people did not give him face.

But now Murong Fu has risen to power by stepping on the Beggars' Sect, truly proving that "no matter south, north or south, there is only Murong in this world."

Because of his tragic battle record and his identity as a Khitan, Qiao Feng of the North can no longer be compared with Murong of the South.

The Beggars' Sect was forced by Murong Fu to withdraw from Jiangnan, but it was the largest gang in the world!
This tangible record of battle established Murong Fu's reputation in the Jiangnan martial arts world.

He is no longer a rising star, but a martial arts boss who represents a new force that is superior to the Beggars' Sect.

The largest gang in the world has been trampled upon by Murong Fu. The Shaolin Temple only appears to have a strong foundation, but its skin has not been pierced by Murong Fu yet.

Murong Fu had said to Murong Bo that he had almost achieved his goal of becoming the supreme master of the martial arts world, with the only obstacle remaining being Shaolin.

Shaolin's tiger skin is still intimidating.

Shaolin has accumulated hundreds of years of reputation in the martial arts world since the Thirteen Monks saved King Tang. If it is brought down by Murong Fu, then Murong Fu will be the true supreme master of the martial arts world.

At this moment, in the courtyard of Chanhe Manor, people from all walks of life filed into the manor.

"Nanhai Sect leader Yue Zhongtian congratulates Gusu Murong clan leader, Xiaoyao Sect leader Young Master Murong on his wedding and presents him with ten rare corals!"

"Lin Zhan, the leader of the Kuai Dao Sect, congratulates the head of the Gusu Murong family, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, Young Master Murong, on his wedding and presents him with 10,000 strings of cash!"

"The abbot of Putian Shaolin Temple, Master Kong Hai, congratulates the head of Gusu Murong family, the leader of Xiaoyao Sect, Young Master Murong, on his wedding and presents him with an agarwood Buddha!"

Murong Fu didn't need to receive ordinary people in person. Letting Feng Bo'e receive them was already a great honor.

However, Murong Fu still had to meet with the abbot of Southern Shaolin, Master Kūkai, in person.

Southern Shaolin is also the authentic Shaolin. When the thirteen monks rescued the King of Tang, Emperor Taizong Li Shimin ordered Shaolin Master Tanzong to go to the south to build the Shaolin Temple, which is Southern Shaolin.

Southern Shaolin was established at the foot of Jiulian Mountain in Putian, Fujian. Although its reputation is not as loud as that of Shaolin Temple in Songshan, it has a stable inheritance, strong cultural heritage, and a strong sense of national integrity.

During the Ming Dynasty, the monks of Southern Shaolin assisted Qi Jiguang in fighting against the Japanese pirates and actively resisted foreign humiliation.

During the Qing Dynasty, Southern Shaolin was burned down by the Qing government because it actively participated in anti-Qing activities. This is the famous "Burning of Shaolin Temple".

Then the five ancestors of Shaolin fled and introduced Shaolin martial arts to the common people, thus giving birth to the entire martial arts system of "Southern Fist".

In The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Southern Shaolin actually has some presence. The Southern Shaolin Zen Master Hongye obtained the Sunflower Manual, but never practiced it in his life. Later, it was secretly glimpsed by Yue Su and Cai Zifeng of the Huashan Sect, which led to the Huashan Sect splitting into the Sword and Qi Sects.

However, Master Hongye's disciple, Master Duyuan, cheated many formulas of the Sunflower Manual from Yue Su and Cai Zifeng, compiled them into the Seventy-two Sword Techniques to Exorcise Evils, returned to secular life and established the Fuwei Escort Agency, which made him a powerful figure in the martial arts world. He became the famous Lin Yuantu.

Among the Tianlong, Southern Shaolin is not well-known, and Zen Master Kūkai is far less famous than Abbot Xuanci, but this man's martial arts skills are also good, and his status in the Jiangnan martial arts world is very high.

Even Zen Master Kūkai came to congratulate Murong Fu on his wedding, which shows how rapidly Murong Fu's status in the martial arts world has risen.

"Master Konghai, I met you once when I was young. Your one-finger Zen skill is still fresh in my memory." Murong Fu had met Master Konghai before and greeted him immediately, "I haven't seen you for many years. You look more and more dignified. It seems that Buddhism is about to be accomplished."

"Thanks for the compliment, Master Murong. I am ashamed to accept it." Zen Master Konghai put his hands together and said, "I didn't expect that the world's largest gang, the Beggars' Sect, would harbor such filth. Fortunately, Master Murong caught the traitor and restored order to the martial arts world. The future of the Jiangnan martial arts world will depend on you, Master Murong."

The subtext is to acknowledge that the Gusu Murong clan is the leader of the Jiangnan martial arts world, and Southern Shaolin is willing to be inferior to them.

Murong Fu thought to himself that Southern Shaolin was also smart. It seemed that when destroying Shaolin, the spark of Southern Shaolin could be left behind.

"Okay, okay. As for the affairs of Jiangnan Wulin, let's discuss it together."

Murong Fu was being polite when he heard a voice from outside:
"The Tibetan State Master, the Great Wheel King Jiumozhi of the Great Wheel Temple of the Great Snow Mountain, congratulates the head of the Gusu Murong family, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, Master Murong, on his wedding!"

Murong Fu smiled slightly, knowing that he had mastered the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. With this Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, the Dragon Elephant Cavalry could be established.

The day when the Dragon Elephant Cavalry is trained will be the day when Murong Fu will dominate the world.

"Master, Ming Wang is my good friend. I want to go and welcome him in person." Murong Fu said to Master Kūkai with a smile.

Zen Master Konghai said, "Mahayana Mahaparinirvana is also a great monk of our Buddhist sect. I will go with Master Murong to welcome Mahayana Mahaparinirvana."

At this time, Jiumozhi displayed his demeanor as a great monk in the eyes of everyone's curiosity. He was truly dignified and awe-inspiring, and his smile was like the Buddha picking a flower, and lotus flowers bloomed wherever he walked. Although he came alone, his style was not inferior to Ding Chunqiu's.

"Master Murong!" As soon as Jiumozhi saw Murong Fu, he quickly stepped forward, put his hands together, and bowed, "As the saying goes, 'One day without seeing you feels like three years'. I haven't seen Master Murong for almost two months, and I miss you very much!"

Jiumozhi's feelings are very sincere.

After all, Murong Fu represents not only the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual, but also many miraculous martial arts.

Thinking of the martial arts list that Murong Fu gave him last time, Jiumozhi was still extremely excited.

"Ming Wang, it's been a long time since we last met. It seems that you are even more elegant than before. You have come at the right time, as it is the day of my wedding." Murong Fu said with a smile, "This is the Southern Shaolin Zen Master Kong Hai."

"I have met Zen Master Kūkai. I have long heard that his One Finger Zen is extraordinary. I admire him very much." Jiumozhi was very humble and polite.

Master Kūkai said, "I don't deserve it. Compared with the imperial master who overwhelms Tibet, I am far inferior."

The two were polite to each other and praised each other's business.

However, Jiumozhi presented Murong Fu with a silver-white sword. The sword was three feet and seven inches long. The scabbard seemed to be made of silver, inlaid with many sapphires and hollow patterns, and the workmanship was very exquisite.

"What is this?" Murong Fu asked curiously.

"I came to Yanziwu this time. Since I am an old friend, how can I come empty-handed? This is a gift I brought to you, Master Murong. It is the national treasure of my Tubo, named 'Qingshuang Sword'. This sword was worn by Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty. In the past, Princess Wencheng married the king of Tubo, and this sword has been kept in the royal temple of Tubo for worship." Jiumozhi showed off his own strength. "This sword can cut iron like mud, is as cold as ice, and is chilling. It is a rare divine weapon. Now that Master Murong is getting married, I think it is my Buddha who is using me to send this gift to congratulate the wise man of the world on his wedding!"

Jiumozhi was also very generous. He even gave Princess Wencheng's sword as a gift, which was enough to show his influence on Tibetan politics.

And this sword is also a magical weapon that martial artists dream of.

He spoke very pleasantly, calling Murong Fu a wise man of the time, which made Murong Fu feel very happy.

Xiaozhi is still sensible!
"The King is thoughtful!" Murong Fu took the sword and drew it out. Sure enough, it became chilling in an instant, and the sword light flashed like a white rainbow, flashing dazzling silver light.

The heroes all looked over here, and as soon as they saw it, they knew that it was a good sword.

Murong Fu flicked the sword, making a clear and pleasant sound, vaguely like a lark.

Does it sound good?
It sounds good.

A good-sounding sword is a good sword. So Murong Fu smiled and said, "It's a really good sword!"

"Mr. Murong, why don't you use this sword to show us your swordsmanship and let us broaden our horizons? Today, all the heroes are here, so it's a good opportunity for everyone to see Mr. Murong's superb swordsmanship." Jiumozhi suggested.

The reason why he made this suggestion was that he wanted to take the opportunity to see how advanced Murong Fu's swordsmanship was, and also to see clearly Murong Fu's current martial arts skills.

When the heroes heard this, many of them started to make a fuss, wanting to see Murong Fu dance with the sword.

Murong Fu was also delighted to have obtained the sword, and laughed loudly:

"Alright!"

After saying this, he moved his body along with the sword, swinging the sword at will, and began to perform a slow sword technique.

The sword light was intermittent, the sword energy was so light that it was imperceptible, and the sword moves were as slow as a stream, constantly drawing circles.

However, it was Murong Fu who incorporated the spirit of Tai Chi into his swordsmanship and used Tai Chi swordsmanship.

If Tai Chi was created, then Tai Chi Sword would be a natural outcome. Tai Chi Sword simply uses the sword as an arm to extend the artistic conception of Tai Chi.

Ordinary martial artists naturally didn't understand why. They just thought Murong Fu's moves were too slow. How could he defeat the enemy with such sword moves?

Is this Murong Fu just gaining fame in vain?

But the expressions of the masters in the field changed.

Master Konghai stared at Murong Fu's sword moves and thought: This sword technique is very different from my Shaolin martial arts, almost going against the grain, but it has taken a different approach. If Shaolin martial arts is like steel, then this sword technique is like flowing water. The highest good is like water, which benefits all things without contending. This is clearly the highest realm of Taoist martial arts. I wonder which master created such a brilliant sword technique.

The more Jiumozhi watched, the more frightened he became, because Murong Fu's slow moves contained extremely profound principles in martial arts such as hardness and softness, movement and stillness, yin and yang, fast and slow, big and small, long and short.

Jiumozhi simply felt that this sword technique was not inferior to any other magical skill in the world.

And suddenly, Murong Fu's sword moves changed.

This time, he drew circles as fast as lightning, and in an instant, seven or eight Murong Fus dancing with swords appeared on the field.

It turned out that there were not really seven or eight Murong Fus, but Murong Fu's speed was too fast, beyond the human vision ability to capture. In the eyes of everyone, it seemed that he was divided into seven or eight people. In fact, these were all afterimages.

And in the field, there were large circles formed by sword shadows everywhere, one circle within another, which made everyone dizzy.

"The silver bottle breaks and water splashes out, the iron cavalry rushes forward with swords and guns rang!" A man in the field recited a poem, it was Li Qiu Shui.

Li Qiushui watched Murong Fu's moves with admiration, and felt that Murong Fu's martial arts were becoming more and more like a master's. He could do whatever he wanted effortlessly and was always successful.

Murong Fu's sword moves changed again. This time, the moves were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, making it impossible to grasp the rhythm, and even impossible to see where his figure was.

And that Qingshuang sword also made a tinkling sound, with a light and cheerful rhythm, just like playing the piano.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Fu swung his sword, and the tip of the sword suddenly emitted a ten-foot-long white sword light!

Whoosh, the sword light streaked across the granite ground, leaving a mark ten feet long and several inches deep.

"Jiangang!"

“It’s actually the sword light!”

"Mr. Murong's swordsmanship is truly extraordinary!"

Everyone was amazed.

Zhuo Bufan's ability to produce a half-foot sword beam had already greatly astonished the heroes of Dong Island.

Murong Fu's sword was ten feet long.

The gap between Zhuo Bufan and Murong Fu is like the gap between Zhu Changling's One Yang Finger and One Lamp and One Yang Finger.

Murong Fu put away the sword and said, "Good sword, it is indeed a good sword. I used my internal strength on it and it was able to withstand it completely. It even allowed me to transform the sword energy into sword light. Not bad, not bad!"

"Great sword technique!" Jiumozhi said, "But I have never seen this sword technique before. I wonder what it is?"

Li Qiushui said: "This is the Tai Chi sword created by Master Murong, the head of my Xiaoyao Sect. Master Murong created Tai Chi boxing and Tai Chi sword, and he is already a master of his generation."

"What? Self-created?" Jiumozhi looked at Murong Fu.

He is only twenty-seven years old!
They can actually create such magical skills on their own.

Jiumozhi, who has always been able to do only question-solving, feels that at his age he is living like a dog.

Not only was he no match for Murong Fu, he could never resist the Tai Chi sword, and in terms of creativity, he was also beaten by Murong Fu.

The self-confidence that Jiumozhi had just built up disappeared in an instant.

The sky was clear and there was no rain, but Jiumozhi's sorrow was still in his heart.

At this moment, Gong Yeqian's voice was heard: "Master, be careful, these three are not good people!"

Murong Fu looked in the direction of the voice, and saw that among the guests filing in, Gongye Qian was being held on the shoulder by a Hu man and forced to walk forward.

Two other Hu people, a man and a woman, followed closely behind.

It was the three Persian envoys.

Murong Fu was a little surprised.

The Huiyue Envoy asked, "Who is Murong Fu?"

Murong Fu frowned, thinking that this person was very rude, and asked Gong Yeqian: "Gong Yeqian, what's going on? Who is this fat, big-eared woman?"

When Envoy Huiyue heard the words "fat head and big ears", he instantly flew into a rage and shouted angrily: "Asshole, who are you calling fat head and big ears? You are looking for death!"

As he spoke, Huiyue flashed and suddenly attacked.

Her moves were strange. She waved the Holy Fire Order in her hand, and the three Persian envoys worked with one mind. When one moved, all three moved. The Wonderful Wind Envoy and the Flowing Cloud Envoy moved together.

Murong Fu was about to fight back, but Jiumozhi stopped him and said with a smile: "Master Murong is my friend. These three barbarians are ignorant of the world and dared to make a scene at your wedding. They are really ignorant. Let me teach them a lesson!"

However, Jiumozhi was delighted to see the three emissaries' mysterious moves, which he had never seen before. Also, because he was hit by Murong Fu just now, he was eager to show himself, so he decided to attack these three barbarians and let the heroes of the world see how powerful he, the Tibetan national master, Mahavira King, was.

Jiumozhi had already made his move, so Murong Fu had no idea what to say and could only bless him:
"I hope the King will have a great victory and show his might."

(End of this chapter)