Chapter 72, Surabaya Pavilion

Hatomo didn't attend today's beggar meeting, though no one would stop him from doing so. However, he has self-knowledge that at this moment, he is not suitable to participate in the Beggar Gang Conference, the reason is simple, because he is a foreign race, even if he was born in Tubo, Tubo rarely has a bad relationship with the Central Plains, but it is enough for others to have thousands of reasons not to let him participate, plus his testimony against the Mo Dump Pond failed, with the reputation of the Ink Dump Pond now, almost all the martial arts people in the Beggar Gang Conference are hostile to him.

In addition to these two reasons, there is another very important reason, which is the reason why he did not go to the apricot grove

-- Ink pouring pool.

Tubo, he is a well-deserved number one master, and his flame knife stunt that has reached the pinnacle of his attainments makes him invincible in Tubo.

Dali, two temples in the north and south!

Dali Tianlong Temple and Shaolin Temple are called the temple, but also the place where the Duan royal family became a monk, it is said that the hidden dragon and the Crouching Tiger are not inferior to the Shaolin Temple. He challenged Tianlong Temple, fought against Master Kurong, the first master of Tianlong Temple, single-handedly challenged the monks of Tianlong, invincible, if it weren't for the six-vein divine sword of Duan Yu, the son of Dali, he could win more calmly.

Great Song.

The Great Song Dynasty has Mount Tai Beidou.

Shaolin, beggars!

He didn't know how the beggars were martial arts, but the abbot of Xuanci, the first person in Shaolin who was not martial arts, fought with him and was defeated.

Originally, he should have been extremely proud, and after a period of cultivation, he would challenge Wang Jiantong, the former leader of the Beggar Gang, or Qiao Feng, the current leader of the Gang, but it was a pity that there was an ink pool at this time.

He knew that Mo Dump Chi's martial arts were extraordinary, but he didn't want to be so superb.

In the face of Mo Dump Chi's transcendent swordsmanship, he was defeated, without any suspense.

Four moves were defeated by Mo Dump Chi, he was unwilling, he was unwilling to lose at the hands of a young man who was only in his early twenties, so he decided to wash away this shame, and Ink Dump Chi also gave him a chance, but this opportunity required a little price.

Therefore, he went to Shaolin Temple for the second time to talk to Xuan Ci, Xuan Ci, Xuan Li, and Xuan Sheng went to Suzhou to invite the heroes of the world to the beggar gang conference. The price had been paid, and Mo Dump Chi had promised him what he wanted the most—the sword spectrum.

This is not an ordinary sword spectrum, the moves on the sword spectrum are the same moves that Mo Dump Chi used when he defeated him! He believed that he who had already known the swordsmanship of the Ink Dumping Pond would definitely be able to defeat the Ink Tilting Pond and be ashamed.

So he came to the Surabaya Pavilion and waited for the ink pouring pond to appear.

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Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.

There are chrysanthemums, mountains, and water in the Surabaya Pavilion.

The mountain is a rockery with many mountains and rare and different kinds, and the water is a crystal clear blue wave lake. And what about the chrysanthemum? It is the chrysanthemum that is in full bloom.

The chrysanthemums should not fall to the ground, but at this moment, the chrysanthemums have fallen to the ground, one after another, one after another. A pair of feet stepped on this chrysanthemum, and at the same time, it also dispersed the silence and leisureliness of the sky.

Kumachi had already recovered from his thoughts, and he stood up almost at the same time, looking at the familiar people, familiar clothes, and familiar swords in front of him, he took a deep breath and walked out of the Surabaya Pavilion.

There was someone beside Mo Tilt Pool, and there was an extremely beautiful woman, but Gu Mozhi didn't even look at the woman, his eyes just looked at Ink Tilt Pool calmly. Mo Tingchi also looked at Gu Mozhi, staring at the deeper eyes and the serene and wise face in front of him.

Mo Tingchi smiled and said, "I heard that the master visited, Mo brought a sword and wine on his back, the sword is a famous sword, and the wine is also a good wine, which can be selected by the master." ”

Gu Mozhi bowed slightly, and said lightly: "How the wine is and how the sword is Lao Gao doesn't care, Lao Ke only cares about today's Mo Gongzi can bring a swordsman." The two words of the swordsman came out, and Gu Mozhi's body exuded an invisible but absolutely perceptible momentum.

This momentum is not sharp or oppressive, he is as soft as a breeze, but it is not a kind breeze, but a breeze that stirs the storm, like a hand suddenly appearing in a quiet and peaceful world, and the world is surging because of the intervention of this hand.

Mu Wanqing had already retreated to the side, she didn't want to come, but Mo Tingchi had to bring her here, so she had to come. She knew that Hatama Chi was a very powerful master, and she also knew that Mo Dump Chi's martial arts attainments were far beyond her imagination, and in addition to that, she knew that his appearance might cause Mo Tilt Chi to be distracted, and then lose at the hands of Harumachi.

Defeat may not die, but it may die.

Mu Wanqing didn't want to see Mo Dumping Pool defeated, and she didn't want to see Ink Dumping Pool die, so although she wanted to come and see it, she didn't want to come. She had two thoughts in her heart, but Mo Tingchi chose the most instinctive idea of a martial artist in his heart for him: watching the battle.

She didn't understand why Ink Dump Chi would do this, but she knew that Ink Dump Chi had a reason to do this, at least in her memory, Ink Pour Pond would never do something meaningless, except to her. Thinking of this, a smile barely flowed from her face.

The smile was bright, but the face was pale and nervous.

Mo Tingchi's smile is very bright and sunny, and his complexion is also very ruddy, a pair of eyes are more sharp than usual, a touch of sharpness belonging to a swordsman, but at this time it is still hidden, Mo Tingchi smiled and replied: "I only need to draw the sword to be the swordsman in your mouth, but the master, you should know the price of my sword." ”

Kumachi said: "If you don't see blood, you won't return to the sheath." ”

Mo Tingchi nodded and sighed, "Do you know that a sword that does not return to its sheath without seeing blood has two meanings. ”

Gu Mozhi nodded and said, "I know, and I believe that these two meanings can definitely be done as long as Mo Gongzi wants to do it." And I also know that no matter what kind of meaning Mo Gongzi chooses to use today, I will ask Gongzi to use the sword today. ”

Mo Tingchi smiled again, this time Mo Tingchi's smile was very gentle, without any other meaning, and there was just simple appreciation in his eyes. He really admires this Tibetan monk very much, maybe this monk is greedy, maybe this monk is competitive and competitive, maybe this monk sometimes behaves despicably and dirty, but putting these aside, purely as a martial artist, this Tibetan monk is indeed worthy of appreciation.

His vision is very high, so the people he admires However, in the huge world of Tianlong Babu, he only admires one kind of person, this kind of person must have two characteristics, one is that he has extremely high martial arts, and the other is that there is a reason for him to admire.

There are many people who meet the first point, and they are considered to be free-spirited: Li Qiushui, Tianshan Tong, Wu Yazi, Gu Mozhi, Kurong, Xuan Lone, Xuan Sheng, Xuan Ci, Sweeping Monk, Qiao Feng, Murong Fu, Wang Yuyan, Duan Yu, Duan Yanqing, etc., can be among them, but there are really not many people who have reasons for him to admire.

To be exact, there are only two, the first is Qiao Feng, and the other is the monk in front of him.

"There are really not many people in the world who are so obsessed with winning and losing, and who are so fanatical about martial arts. This is the reason why Mo Dump Chi abandoned all the identities of Gu Mozhi and admired Gu Mozhi, and it was precisely because of this appreciation that he did not deal with this Tubo national teacher.

Mo Tingchi glanced at Gu Mozhi deeply, and said lightly: "I already know your thoughts, but if you want me to use the sword, you need to know whether you are worthy of my sword now." ”

Kumachi had no joy or sorrow, and said, "Please advise." ”

Mu Wanqing's heart was shocked, at this time he thought that Gu Mozhi was about to fight with Mo Dump Chi, but he didn't see Mo Tilt Chi make any moves, nor did he see Gu Mozhi make any moves, it seemed that Gu Mozhi's advice was just a joke casually said.

At this time, a playful smile was already showing on the surface of the ink pouring pool, and said, "The master is not afraid of the repetition of the incident on the extreme peak of Songshan Mountain?"

Gu Mozhi said lightly: "Naturally jealous, the old man of the First World War in the past still remembers it vividly, and this can be regarded as the most memorable battle in his life." However, although fear is fear, it is always necessary to find a way to overcome it, rather than deliberately dodging. ”

Mo Tingchi nodded, with a look of respect on his face, and now he had to admit that this was not only a martial artist with high martial arts, but also a respectable martial artist, at least in the mentality of martial arts, it was really impossible to be so calm and composed.

Mo Tingchi didn't hesitate, and asked directly: "Mo only needs to ask two pieces!1. Can the master read the sword book I gave you?"

Gu Mozhi said: "After reading it, the twelve moves on the sword book are indeed incomparable and exquisite sword moves, and the four moves of the old man were defeated by you, and he is really not wronged." ”

Mo poured the pond and said: "The master can find a way to crack it?"

Gu Mo Zhi said: "There is no kind of martial arts in the whole world that cannot be cracked, even if the beggar gang stunt dragon descending eighteen palms, Tianlong Temple six-vein divine sword, Shaolin seventy-two stunts, etc., Mo Gongzi's sword spectrum is no exception." ”

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing's brows couldn't help frowning, she didn't understand why Mo Dump Chi would hand over the sword spectrum she had cultivated to Gu Mozhi, but listening to Gu Mo Zhi's words, this battle was extremely unfavorable to Mo Dump Chi. Although she believes that Mo Dump Chi can turn defeat into victory at any time, worry inevitably comes to her face.

Mo Dump Chi really kept his word, and only asked two things, he didn't ask, just looked at Gu Mozhi calmly.

There is no emotion in his eyes, but the absence of emotion means one thing: the duel has begun.

The air was solemn for a while, Xiao Se, Mu Wanqing even saw a terrible blood that seemed to have diffused between Gu Mozhi and Mo Dump Chi.

It's just that the expected duel still hasn't started, and Mo Dump Chi has no words, but at this moment, Gu Mozhi has words, and he said two sentences like Ink Dump Pond, this sentence is not to ask, but to say, he just said it to Ink Dump Pond.

"Although I have cracked your twelve sword moves, I can't crack your sword anymore!" ”

At this moment, Mu Wanqing was stunned, and Mo Tianchi's eyes were also dull.

In the blink of an eye, a hurricane raged in the air, and the chrysanthemums everywhere were lifted into the air by a terrifying force, and a rough palm had been slapped out.

A smile appeared on his face, a very pleasant smile.