【051】Assassination

After settling several apprentices, Taohuasheng thought that today was the day of the martial arts examination of the school's senior apprentices, and hurriedly rushed to the residence. The three disciples of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info just now have mediocre qualifications, even if they are killed by Murong Fu in the end, there is no pity. But his eldest apprentice is a martial arts genius, and he will definitely be able to stand out among his peers, and his future is limitless, so he must be cultivated with heart.

Who knew that when he pushed the door into the house, the scene in front of him made him break his heart, only to see his proud apprentice fall to the ground and live and die, and there was a familiar back in the room.

Looking at the back in front of him, he forcibly suppressed the grief and indignation in his heart, stepped forward respectfully, bowed down and said, "Murong Gongzi, you are ......"

"Taohuasheng, do you have something to hide from me?" The back figure slowly turned around, it was Murong Fu.

"Little monk doesn't dare!"

"Don't you dare?" Murong Fu snorted coldly, "I asked you to find a few reliable people, but you found a few disciples who were the most unsuccessful, and that kid, he is not your disciple at all, right?"

"No! No......"

"You're still quibbling! Are you afraid that I will be killed by then, so you are reluctant to give up your good apprentice, especially this big apprentice, isn't it? And that little child, with his qualifications, how can you be willing to take it out?

"This ...... In fact, he is a wandering lama. ”

"Yunyou Lama? Do you dare to use such an unidentified person? Aren't you afraid that the king's big event will be ruined, and the head will fall to the ground?"

"Murong Gongzi, this person is absolutely reliable, because he was the one who ate that poisonous meal in the first place, and he forgot everything in the past, and he couldn't remember anything. I took the opportunity to deceive, and now he only knows that I am his master, and that Gu Mozhi is his enemy who killed his father!"

"I see!" Murong Fu nodded with satisfaction, "Anyone who eats the Forgetfulness Pill will forget everything, this is an excellent chess piece, not bad!"

With a slight smile, he walked towards the door, and when he was about to go out, he turned around and popped out a pill into Taohuasheng's hand: "Don't be sad, your eldest apprentice is not dead, this time I just gave you a lesson, don't be clever in front of me in the future." After saying that, the birds swept out of the door. Murong Fu didn't test Yuan Xiaoguan, because he had absolute confidence in the effectiveness of the Forgetful Pill.

Because he learned that Murong Fu was lurking in the Great Wheel Temple, Yuan Xiaoguan was very careful in his next activities, and went out day and night.

Murong Fu's assassination plan was still two days away, and there was not much time left for him. That night, he avoided all eyes and ears, sneaked into the Academy, and knocked on the door of Master Aoi Bukong's illusion. As soon as he opened the hallucination and saw that it was him, his face was immediately full of smiles, and he liked this generous little lama from the bottom of his heart.

But today the little lama doesn't seem quite right!

The illusion served tea with his own hands, but when he saw that the little lama didn't answer it, he just looked at him directly, and suddenly his heart sank: "It's not a real little master, you are ......"

Yuan Xiaoguan reached into his arms and took out something and slapped it on the table with a "snap": "Master of illusion, I want you to help me do something, after the matter is completed, the position of the abbot of Dalun Temple will be yours!"

On the morning of the third day, Murong re-examined the swordsmanship of Yuan Xiaoguan and others, Yuan Xiaoguan was qualified, and the other three barely passed. Then the time for the assassination was set - in the afternoon of the same day, when the lecture hall was open and all the believers were attracted to the lecture, the fireworks were the call. The moment the fireworks are lifted into the sky, it is the time when Hatoma Chi is killed!

Before that, the bell of the Academy rang and the pulpit was reopened.

Hundreds of believers poured into the lecture hall, and the small hall was overcrowded. This time, the temple changed the previous practice of limiting the number of people, and all the believers who came to burn incense and worship the Buddha on that day were allowed to enter the lecture hall to listen to the lectures.

As soon as the bell rang out, the former Tubo national teacher, the wisdom Zen master, the abbot of the Dalun Temple, and the king of the Dalun Ming Dynasty, Jiumo Zhiduan, sat behind the screen.

Hundreds of believers bowed to the ground and bowed, showing their reverence, love and faith in this virtuous monk. These hundreds of believers are lucky, since they were arrested and released by the eldest prince, this wise Zen master seems to have been frightened, and he lives in a simple place on weekdays, and when he preaches the scriptures, he also becomes stumbling, and his speech is pale, and he does not look like he used to be wise and discerning. But today, from the very beginning, the wise Zen master has made witty remarks, explained the scriptures to the top, quoted the scriptures, and at the same time there are many vivid stories and life examples, so that the believers can listen to them with relish, their minds are clear, and their hearts are happy.

Buddha bless! The former wise Zen master is back!

It's a pity that today's explanation time is too short, and just when everyone is still unsatisfied, the wisdom Zen master has already announced the end of the lecture and disappeared behind the screen.

Yuan Xiaoguan was dressed in white and covered with a black scarf, quietly lurking in a storage room in the martial arts courtyard, looking out through the gap in the wooden window.

The courtyard where Hatama was imprisoned was still heavily guarded, with dozens of officers and soldiers and warrior monks patrolling back and forth, and the courtyard was surrounded by secret sentinels.

In order to reduce the risk of leakage, except for Yuan Xiaoguan and others, no guards were informed of the assassination this time. In other words, once Yuan Xiaoguan and the others make a move, these guards will definitely treat them as foreign enemies and attack with all their might. In Murong Fu's plan, these guards were cannon fodder who were sacrificed to make the assassination more realistic. But none of this is his business, the guards have their own three apprentices to solve, and he has only one task, that is, to kill Gu Mozhi.

After a moment of silence for these guards in his heart, Yuan Xiaoguan looked up at the sky to the west, waiting for the agreed fireworks signal.

After a while, there was a "whoosh" sound, and a firework rose straight into the sky.

"It's coming!" Yuan Xiaoguan's heartbeat began to speed up involuntarily, and he didn't know whether he was nervous or excited.

At the same time as the fireworks exploded, three figures sprang out of the east corner of the martial arts courtyard and went straight to the small courtyard.

"Enemy attack!" the guards shouted, and headed for the intruder. For a while, as soon as they touched, several corpses had already fallen to the ground.

Although the three disciples of Taohuasheng are all third-rate mediocre hands, their combat effectiveness is obviously much stronger than these officials and ordinary monks after learning internal skills and light skills. Although the number of guards was large, they suffered heavy casualties and retreated. If it weren't for the fact that the three disciples of Peach Blossom could only use the one sword technique they had just learned, the casualties of guarding the gate would have been even greater.

"Gamu, hurry up!" Yuan Xiaoguan was secretly anxious, "I obviously said that I would act when I saw the fireworks, why haven't I moved yet!" As soon as his muttering ended, he saw a figure popping out of the courtyard, it was Gu Mozhi's apprentice Gamu, and there was a person behind him, and the figure was that Gu Mozhi.

Kamu stepped onto the wall with Hatomo on his back, and a big bird swooped out of the temple. At this time, another figure rose into the sky and intercepted Gamu in mid-air. The man was dressed in white like snow, his face was covered with a black scarf, and the long sword in his hand was a little sword flower, which was Murong Fu in disguise.

"Let's go down!" Murong Fu's move "Snowflake Six Out" Although it only came out of the fourth sword, it had already blocked Gamu's way. Gamu was carrying a person on his back, and he couldn't dodge in mid-air at all, so he could only restrain his body and land from the air.

"It's my turn!" Yuan Xiaoguan slammed open the wooden window, rushed out of the storage room, and stabbed out with a sword in the face of Gamu, probably a beginner's relationship, this sword was a little deceitful, and was easily dodged by Gamu. Yuan Xiaoguan was not in a hurry, and the tip of the sword stabbed straight towards Murong Fu, who was volleying down.

Murong Fu swung his sword to block Yuan Xiaoguan, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, I ...... A little nervous!" Yuan Xiaoguan hurriedly apologized.

Seeing that Gamu had escaped, Murong Fu scolded hatefully: "Waste!

Yuan Xiaoguan chased after him with difficulty, but his face under the face towel was full of sneers: "Hmph, I don't know if the plan is all discovered by the opponent, I don't know who is the waste!"

Between Murong Fu and Jiamu's light work, but there was one more person on Jiamu's back, and he was gradually caught up. But after catching up, Murong Fu went back and forth with a few half-baked snow mountain swordsmanship, and Jiamu dismantled it empty-handed, and his fingers flew in the sword light, without falling behind at all. The two chased one after the other and fled, and gradually swept towards the side of the literary academy.

"There are assassins!" many lamas in the monastery saw this scene, and one of them ran towards the bell tower, wanting to ring the bell to warn him.

Murong Fu swept over the bell tower, stabbed down the lama who wanted to ring the bell with a sword, and saw that he couldn't stop Jiamu, his expression froze, the sword was handed over to his left hand, and his right hand was double-fingered, and more than ten kinds of gestures were changed in an instant.

Seeing this, Yuan Xiaoguan was shocked and shouted: "Be careful!"

As soon as Gamu turned around, he only felt a sharp breath that broke through the sky roaring, and he hurriedly dodged, but it was already too late. It was only worthy of the heart that had passed the vital point, and the essence of the finger wind instantly penetrated his right chest, only to see a bloody sword shoot out from behind him, and even the person behind his back was also penetrated by the finger wind.

Gamu screamed, fell on the roof, and then rolled down from the roof and fell into the yard, and the two fell in a pool of blood and did not move for a long time.

At this time, the monks in the temple were pouring in from all directions, and when they saw that it was the abbot, they were all stunned, and their feet couldn't help but relax. In their hearts, it would have been better for the abbot to be assassinated, so that they would not be afraid that he would run away and that he would come into contact with outsiders.

Countless pairs of eyes had been secretly looking out of the room, and it was the timid but curious pilgrim of the believers, and when they saw the familiar figure that had fallen to the ground, the fear in their hearts was replaced by boundless anger, and they all ran out desperately. For a while, shouts such as "Thief dare!", "Stop!", "Protect the Zen master!" came and went.

"Didn't you say that you can only use swordsmanship?" Because he couldn't help but raise a warning in a hurry just now, Yuan Xiaoguan was afraid that Murong Fu would suspect him, so he hurriedly remedied.

Murong Fu snorted coldly, glanced back quietly, his eyes swept over Yuan Xiaoguan behind him, and he clearly saw the threat and killing intent in his eyes: "You go!"

Yuan Xiaoguan was greatly embarrassed, the so-called hundred secrets and one negligence, but when he made the plan, he didn't expect it to be the current situation, and he blamed Murong Fu for being too domineering, and Yi Jiamu's martial arts couldn't escape. Now that he is going down with a sword in this large court, he is bound to become the mortal enemy of Tantra and thousands of believers in Tibet, and it will be difficult to move an inch in the future. But if you don't stab this sword, Murong Fu won't have a good time, what can I do?

"What are you thinking? Don't do it yet!" Seeing that the monk and the pilgrim were getting closer and closer, Murong Fu shouted loudly, he had just used his Shenhe finger in a hurry, and he was already in danger of his identity being exposed, so he didn't dare to kill Gu Mozhi in front of so many people, so he could only remind Yuan Xiaoguan to hurry up.

weighed left and right, and compared the gains and losses of various plans in my heart, but found that I refused to get rid of a death no matter what, either I was killed, or I was killed by seeing through my identity. And just now, Murong Fu has already become suspicious and murderous, and sooner or later he will have to face it, why not fight now! Maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xiaoguan turned his heart sideways, raised his sword in front of Jiamu, and said loudly to Murong Fu: "No! I can't let you kill the Wisdom Zen Master!"

"What!" Murong Fu was taken aback, he couldn't have imagined that this guy would turn back at this time, didn't he have all his memory? It should be best controlled, why......

Don't think about it in a hurry, in this case he had to make a move. Murong Fu flew straight towards Gu Mozhi, the long sword in his hand shook, the sword light flashed, and he stabbed at Gu Mozhi on the ground - six snowflakes!

Yuan Xiaoguan gritted his teeth, thinking that he must not give you a chance to blame the third brother, and "Gu Mozhi" could not die under the swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain!

"Hmph, look for death!" Seeing Yuan Xiaoguan using the same trick, Murong Fu snorted coldly, and the murderous aura in his eyes was sudden. This guy's swordsmanship was taught by himself, and now he can only produce one sword. One sword against four swords, that's a mortal end!

"Choke!" The two sword flowers collided, and the tips of the swords collided six times in an instant, letting out a long groan of gold and iron. The first sword!

Murong Fu had already expected the result in his heart, two swords to solve this little guy, and the remaining two swords to solve Gu Mozhi, and then he could calmly escape.

"Choke!"

"What!" Murong Fu looked at the second annihilated sword flower in disbelief, "You can actually use two swords!"

This second sword is already the limit of Yuan Xiaoguan, he has never learned the basic sword technique at all, he relies on the way of the basic sword technique to dominate the sword style, after using the second sword, he can no longer control the long sword in his hand, the rapid tremor almost makes the long sword fly out of his hand, but he gritted his teeth, relied on strong strength to forcibly hold the hilt of the sword, and then swung it hard!

"Wow!"

In fact, Yuan Xiaoguan's move is no longer a snowflake, or even a swordsmanship at all, but a horizontal slash of a basic swordsmanship. But he relied on his strong arm strength to make brute force break Murong Fu's third sword.

"How is it possible!" Murong Fu was shocked, the crowd had already gathered around, and there was only one chance to make a move. But the four swords have now broken three swords, the latter sword of this move, will it solve this stinky boy or kill Gu Mozhi?

If it were someone else, at this time, he would definitely choose the overall situation and kill Gu Mozhi. But Murong Fu is narrow-minded and thinks very highly of himself, and the continuous failure for half of his life makes him unable to tolerate the slightest dissatisfaction in his heart, and gradually becomes retribution. The whole plan has now been ruined by a little lama, and he is furious. At the last moment, his eyes froze, and the sword light stabbed towards Yuan Xiaoguan's chest.

"Let you ruin my plans!"

"It's over!" Yuan Xiaoguan was now wide open, and he had no power to parry, so he could only watch the poignant and cold sword flower fly towards his chest.