"The ninth layer of Ming Yugong is the extreme peak."

Hearing Shui Tianji's inquiry, Ding Xiu didn't hide it, and immediately replied: "As long as you can practice, your skin will be as transparent as jade when you run, and your power will not volatilize outward but converge inward, so when you shoot, not only will you not lose your internal force but you can also increase your strength, and the subtlety of this skill can make cultivators younger and more beautiful and stay young."

At the beginning, Shui Tianji listened attentively, and later, she hurriedly raised her hand to cover her ears, Ding Xiu saw this, and couldn't help but smile and said, "What? Girl, do you think my Mingyu skill is unbearable? ”

"Of course not!"

Shui Tianji let go of the hand covering his ears, shook his head and sighed lightly: "I'm just afraid that I will continue to listen, and in the end, I really can't help but be tempted." ”

"Really?"

Ding Fu asked, "What are the girl's plans now?" ”

"I just want to say two words to you right now"

Shui Tianji said as she turned around and left, and when she walked out of the hall, she suddenly looked back and smiled: "Goodbye!" At the same time as the words were spoken, the bead curtain fell instantly, followed by a faint sound of clothes breaking through the wind.

Seeing this, Ding Xiu didn't stop it, and let Shui Tianji leave, without him, just because he knew that one day, Shui Tianji would come to him with the peerless inheritance of the White Water Palace.

After a while, Mu Langjun had already silently uttered all the mantras of Deadwood Gong, swung it to Ding Xiu's table, and said expressionlessly: "I hope you can keep it." After sneering, he took the secret book of the wedding dress and the gale ointment sent by the purple-clothed marquis, turned around and left.

Ding Xiu glanced at it, and had already written down all the mental formulas of the Dead Wood Gong, and then handed the secret book to the little princess beside him, turned his head to look at the King of Jiaxing, and asked, "I don't know what the King means?" ”

"Amitabha!"

King Jiaxing pondered for a long time, put his palms together, and lightly pronounced a Buddha name, saying: "The donor's martial arts are exquisite, and the little monk is also impressed. The purpose of the little monk's trip to the Central Plains this time is to fight with the Marquis of Ziyi, and all the rest of the things must be ranked after this matter. ”

If ordinary people listen to the words of the King of Jiaxing, they will think that he is refusing, but Ding Xiu knows that this King of Jiaxing's martial arts is more important than his life, and he traveled from Tianzhu to the Central Plains, just to fight with the Marquis of Ziyi, and this matter has become an obsession in his heart!

Before the obsession was solved, he had no intention of being distracted, but if he waited for him to fight with the Ziyi Hou, he would definitely not be able to help but make a move to Ding Xiu and snatch the martial arts secrets from Ding Xiu.

In the Purple Marquis's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it is clearly written that this Jiaxing Dharma King from Tianzhu, although he is an extraordinary martial artist, is not a great virtuous monk with compassion.

He was an ascetic, and what he honed was not compassion, but the way of martial arts.

Therefore, at this moment, after rejecting Ding Xiu, King Jiaxing immediately turned his head to look at the purple-clothed marquis: "The little monk has fought with people all his life, and he has won and never lost. But I hope that the Marquis will not hesitate to teach! ”

How do you know that the purple-clothed marquis smiled and said: "I have been sparse in martial arts for a long time, how can I be a master's opponent?" If the master asks for defeat, he has indeed found the wrong person. ”

King Jiaxing said: "The donor is too humble, although the place here is not spacious enough, but it is enough for me to do it, how about asking the donor to give a move?" ”

When the purple-clothed marquis heard this, he shook his head and refused: "Everyone on the rivers and lakes knows that in the past 20 years, Zai Xia has almost stopped using force, and the master is a guest from afar, and he will not do anything with the master in Xia." ”

Hearing this, King Jiaxing's dry and dark face changed color slightly, and he was silent for a while before he said slowly: "Since the donor is unwilling, how can the little monk be reluctant?" As he spoke, he suddenly took off his sackcloth, revealing his blackened body, and took out his baggage, which contained an iron hammer and dozens of three-inch-long iron nails.

Everyone was puzzled, but when they saw that King Jiaxing was holding a nail in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand, he drove the nail into the flesh with a "ding" sound, and said in his mouth: "I can't ask for it, I have no choice, the little monk can only seek liberation by himself." ”

As he said this, his hands did not stop, and in an instant, more than a dozen nails had been nailed down, and the iron nails more than three inches long had entered the flesh up to two inches, but the purple-clothed marquis still did not move, and only said: "If the Dharma King wants to do this, there is nothing to be done below." ”

He yawned, looked lazy, nodded slightly with Ding Xiu, and was about to end the meeting, but he didn't think that at this time, he suddenly heard a person say loudly: "Hou Ye, slow down, the villain brought something, and please take a look." ”

It was none other than Hu Buchou, the disciple of Qingping swordsman Bai Sankong!

On this trip to the five-colored sailboat, what he brought was neither pearls and jade, nor those priceless ancient paintings and calligraphy, but a dead branch, which he presented to the purple-clothed marquis.

"Huh?!"

Others can't see the strangeness of this dead branch, but Ziyi Hou and Ding Xiu are exceptions.

"It's."

The face of the purple-clothed marquis, who originally seemed to be not interested in anything, also seemed to glow with an unbearable look at it at this time, like a divine sword that had been covered with dust for a long time, about to be unsheathed again and crack through the sky!

Others sent rare treasures, stunning beauties, the purple-clothed marquis of the national teacher didn't even bother to look at it, Wang Xi's hand calligraphy and ink treasure, he could give it away, but this small piece of dry branches, he had been staring at it for a long time.

Everyone didn't know what the good thing about the withered branches, why the purple marquis was so engrossed, until it was a full three or four teas, and the purple marquis sighed and said, "What a clever swordsmanship!" What a fast swordsmanship! What a profound swordsmanship! ”

This person who is respected by the people in the martial arts as the first swordsman at home and abroad, actually praised three times in a row, which shows that this person who cuts the dead branches with a sword is really a great thing to cultivate, and Hu Buchou can't help but be even more worried: "If even the purple-clothed marquis is not the opponent of the white-clothed swordsman, what should I do?" ”

Just as he was worried, he suddenly saw the Marquis of Ziyi turn his head and hand the dead branch to Ding Xiu, and asked, "I don't know what Brother Ding thinks?" ”

Ding Xiu took the dead branch in his hand, only looked at it slightly, and said, "It is indeed good swordsmanship." ”

Ziyi Hou smiled: "I can get into Brother Ding's eyes, it seems. The person who has this swordsmanship is really extraordinary, I don't know if Brother Ding is interested, meet him in person? ”

"No need."

Ding Xiu waved his hand without hesitation and refused: "If it was before, but with the recovery of the injury, I can no longer use such an opponent, but you, if you want to take advantage of this battle and understand the world again, it is not a bad choice." ”

"Thank you, Brother Ding, for the point."

When the purple-clothed marquis heard this, he arched his hand slightly, nodded, and then turned his head and asked Hu Buchou: "The person who cut off this dead branch, but the man in white who crossed the sea to the east?" ”

Hu Buchou nodded in response: "Exactly." ”

The purple-clothed marquis asked again, "Where is this person now?" ”

Hu Buchou was overjoyed when he heard this, and couldn't help but say, "Does Master Hou have to make a move?" ”

Ziyi Hou said: "If I don't want to make a move, where does he have anything to do with me?" ”

got the answer he wanted, Hu Buchou couldn't suppress the surprise on his face, he was about to open his mouth to tell where the man in white was, but he didn't think about it, at this moment, he suddenly heard a roar like a crack: "Slow!" ”

(End of chapter)