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Volume 1 The Divine Condor Chapter 112 The Three Elders

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    Chapter 112 Three Elders

    Early morning at Feiyun Inn in Jiaxing City.

    The luxury of a Tianzihao guest room is as astonishing as the price of the room. It is hard for ordinary people to imagine that they need to pay two taels of silver to stay for one night. In today's world, two taels of silver can buy a thousand kilograms of rice. Ordinary people can buy a thousand kilograms of rice.  , daunting.

    As an important place in Jifu and the hometown of Longxing, Jiaxing City is becoming increasingly prosperous. There are still a few high-end inns like Feiyun Inn in Jiaxing City.

    The Tianzihao guest room is called a guest room, rather it is called a courtyard. It has a courtyard, several houses, a patch of bamboo, and a few piles of rocks. Although the courtyard is not big, it is extremely elegantly decorated, with a garden style, and the sparrows are small.  , complete with all five internal organs.

    In the courtyard of Xiaoxiang Residence, five people stood solemnly with swords in hand, as silent as stone, like statues on the rockery in the courtyard. The morning light was like clouds, dyeing the five people red.

    The two of them are very young, wearing black satin shirts, and are standing on both sides of the entrance of the courtyard, with a bamboo forest beside them. The other three are middle-aged, wearing purple clothes and crane cloaks, standing behind a pile of rockeries in the center of the courtyard.  This rockery, which stretches like a shrinking mountain range, is like a screen, standing between the courtyard entrance and the main hall, and cannot be seen at a glance.

    In the east room, the atmosphere was as solemn as a mountain.

    On the Kang in the room, three snow-white men with long eyebrows and old faces closed their eyes like old monks in meditation. They were all wearing moon-white shorts and sat in a group around one person.

    The upper body of the man being surrounded was naked, and his face and body were painted red. His face was even redder than Mr. Guan's face, and white steam was steaming from his head, just like the scene of steamed buns being boiled. Although his red face was pretending to be calm, his steep eyebrows  But he couldn't hide the pain in his face. It was none other than Murong Ye, the current head of Murong's family.

    The three old men all stretched out their hands and placed their palms on the large acupuncture points on Murong Ye's front and back. Their long eyebrows were like snow, trying to cover their eyes, and their faces were wrinkled like the bark of pine trees. However, not only did they not feel ugly, but they revealed a simple and detailed temperament.  Just like the pine trees standing on the top of the mountain.

    The three people's faces were getting redder. Although it was difficult for outsiders to detect it, the beautiful woman sitting not far away from the Kang could see at a glance that the white air on the heads of the three people was getting thicker. The windows next to the Kang were closed, and the white air lingered in the sky.  It's like a fairyland.

    When the woman in white is sitting upright, she has a tall and delicate figure, a straight nose, round apricot eyes, and a gentle look with joy, making her look amiable.

    She was motionless and silently watching the four people on the kang. The anxiety in her eyes was almost completely hidden. She was quiet and steady, showing the air of a lady.

    In an instant, beads of sweat came out like rain from the three old men who were practicing their skills. It was extremely sudden. They rinsed off and dripped along their chest-high silver beards onto the kang, as if someone was pouring water from above their heads.  His face was already as red as blood like Murong Ye, and the steaming heat on his head became even stronger.

    The three people, who were as calm as old monks, had a look of pain on their peaceful faces. On the contrary, Murong Ye's brows were much more relaxed.

    "Ha¡ª¡ª!" The three of them closed their palms together. Both palms were as crystal clear as jade and as round as jade carvings, as if filled with cold air, which was extremely inconsistent with their age.

    Both palms are stacked to the chest, then dropped to the umbilicus, and vomited slightly.

    The beautiful woman was sitting at the sandalwood table two steps away from the Kang, as quiet as a virgin. She could feel that as the three of them exhaled, the temperature in the room suddenly increased, as if a furnace was burning.

    She stood up, picked up the three cotton hand towels on the table, sat on the edge of the kang, and wiped the sweat from the foreheads of the three old men, her movements gentle and extremely gentle and dedicated.

    The three old men slowly opened their eyes and looked at the woman who was gently wiping her sweat. There was a look of love in her eyes, but they allowed her to serve them.

    "Yu'er, your father is fine today, but whether he can survive tomorrow, alas! It's hard to say -!" The old man sitting cross-legged in front of Murong Ye shook his head, with a hint of warmth in his eyes.  He was confused, which made Murong Yu, who wiped the sweat from his forehead, feel sad.

    In the blink of an eye, the sweat stains on his face had disappeared. After she finished wiping her forehead, he took Murong Yu's handkerchief and wiped his silver beard, and the red color on his face gradually faded.

    "Alas! This palm force is really too overbearing. I have never seen it before. It is rare for Xiao Ye to be able to survive until now!" The person on the left side of Murong Ye also sighed and gently shook the handkerchief in his hand, like a gust of wind.  He gently held the handkerchief and placed it on the sandalwood table next to the kang.

    The faces of the three old men are similar. In addition, because of their age and wrinkles on their faces, it is extremely difficult to distinguish them clearly.

    The last old man also opened his eyes. There was a flash of lightning, and the room suddenly lit up. Then it slowly dissipated. He raised his hands and descended from his forehead along his Ren meridians. His fingers twirled slightly in front of his chest, as if two pear blossoms were blooming.  Falling down is truly dazzling.

    After his ten fingers formed the fearless mark on his Dantian, he took a fixed look at Murong Ye who had his back turned to him. With a hint of pity, he shook his head and sighed: "Well, if there is no ancestor Han Yu??, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on today!  Let¡¯s see if the medicine we got yesterday will be effective!  "

    Murong Ye¡¯s whole body was covered in red, like a piece of iron being burned red. A palm-sized snow-white jade pendant was pressed against the dantian, with two palms overlapping each other, pressing on the jade pendant.

    This jade pendant is a cold jade pendant passed down from the ancestors of the Murong family. It has the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind, and is extremely helpful for practicing internal skills.

    Murong Ye, as the contemporary head of the family, has always worn it, but did not know its specific magical effect until he was struck by the thunder palm. The three elders in the hall pointed out that this pendant is a cold jade pendant, which has the effect of dispelling fire and reducing dryness, and can suppress the yang energy.  .

    "It's a pity that the jade pendant is too small, but the power of the Heavenly Thunder Palm is endless and spreads all over the body. A small piece of cold jade pendant is unable to stop it, so I put it in the Dantian under the navel to dissolve the Yang Qi in the sea of ??Qi.

    There is a secret method of the Murong family, which can absorb all the breath of the whole body into the Dantian, leaving no trace of breath in the meridians. This is the supreme mental method of concealing breath.

    So the aura all over the body stings in the Dantian, and is suppressed by the cold jade pendant. The cold jade is buried deep under the glacier and absorbs the cold air from the sky and the earth. The jade pendant is stimulated by the air from the thunder to the yang, and the cold jade pendant is deeply buried in the glaciers.  The Qi released several times and rushed out, suppressing the Yang Qi.

    But the power of the Heavenly Thunder Palm is so easy to break. The balance of the five elements in the body of the person who is in the palm has been broken, and every part of the body has changed accordingly. Even people with profound internal skills are unable to do anything. The person who is in the Heavenly Thunder Palm is definitely not  Internal power can heal.

    Murong Yu was dressed in a white shirt, with a slender waist that made people nervous. Her eyes were soft and round on her slender neck, which contained beauty in her silence. At this time, she looked at the jade pendant on her father's pubic area that was gradually becoming red, and her eyes were calm again.  It¡¯s also hard to hide anxiety.

    "Alas, the person who took action was really too vicious. With such vicious palm power, he had the intention to kill!"

    "The second brother is right. This guy really has murderous intentions. If he has to suppress Xiaoye's injuries, the old man will definitely take that man's life. How dare he disturb our Murong family!"

    "Okay, let's talk nonsense! You are an old man, but you are still fighting! Are you going? It will be in vain if you go!"

    "Brother is too underestimated! I don't believe that Sun Tzu Ming is really that powerful. It's very possible for Xiao Ye to exaggerate his opponent's martial arts when he was injured, humiliated and humiliated!"

    "Is Xiaoye that kind of person? Don't talk nonsense and let Yu'er laugh! Can you withstand such a slap? You are not exaggerating your opponent's martial arts, but you are exaggerating your own! Here!  I shut up!"

    There was suddenly silence in the house.

    On normal days, Murong Yu would have covered his mouth and chuckled. Although the three uncles were dignified and looked up to in awe in front of outsiders, few people knew that on weekdays, they were like children. The second uncle and the third uncle liked to quarrel.  , especially the third uncle, he likes to play around the most. When he goes crazy, only the uncle can control him.

    It¡¯s just that her father¡¯s life is in danger at this time, how can she laugh!

    "Alas, Xiaoye's talent has been hard to come by for hundreds of years. If you have the Beiming Divine Skill, then Qiao Feng's skills may not be more than this. I don't want to suffer such a heavy blow!" The old man sitting behind Murong Ye's eyes were warm and clear,  He stroked his chest and long beard and sighed slowly. He was the eldest among the three, and he would show no mercy to his third brother.

    There was silence in the room again. This blow was really shocking.

    With the splendid martial arts more than 150 years ago, it has gradually turned into darkness, and countless unique skills have been lost. The heyday of martial arts where a hundred flowers bloomed and miraculous skills emerged in endlessly has gone forever.  This kind of unique skill, which is not considered to be the ultimate skill, has now become a supreme skill, which shows the decline of martial arts.

    ???????????? But the Murong family, however, kept silent and lurked in the martial arts world.

    "But the Murong family's collection of books is well preserved, and countless unique skills are hidden in it, which is far beyond the comparison of those major martial arts sects.

    Although the mountains and rivers are not exposed, when it comes to strength, the people of the Murong family are extremely proud and have the courage to give up on others. However, they have great ambitions, but they are not showy, and they are still waiting for the opportunity.

    They also have a keen eye on Jiaxing City, an important place in Jifu. A small gang belonging to the outer hall once went to explore the way, but they all came back in vain. If Murong Yu hadn't stopped them, they would have all come out and forced their way in.  Jiaxing City.

    "Hey, brother, how did Sun Zi Ming practice his martial arts? It's really puzzling that he can be so powerful! I won't be at peace unless this person is eliminated!" The second speaker was a wooden stick.  The hairpin is inserted on the top of the head, giving an air of indifference.

    Murong Ye has Beiming Divine Skill, which is so profound that it has reached an unpredictable level. Even the three of them are slightly inferior. If he has the magical Lingbo Weibu, even if his ancestor Murong Bo comes back to life, he will not be afraid of it.  His opponent is really unimaginable. In today's martial arts world, there are still people with deeper skills than him!

    "Second uncle, no!" Murong Yu was staring at his father.?When he opened his mouth, his weak air disappeared and his tone was firm.

    "Oh? Why not?" The second uncle looked at her calmly and asked calmly, not angry at her direct rejection.

    "Yes, yes, why not?! Yu'er, even though Sun Tzu Ming is powerful, the three of us working together, I don't believe we can't deal with him!" Her third uncle was worried that the world would not be in chaos, so he was busy adding fuel to the flames. He was already wrinkled.  His face, as dry as pine bark, was filled with indescribable vitality under the squeeze, and there was not a trace of twilight energy in his body, which was completely different from the peaceful and peaceful energy he had just exercised.

    A wry smile appeared on Murong Yu's beautiful face. She first handed the teacups on the table to the three uncles one by one. Then she sat on the edge of the kang, brushed the hair beside her ears, and whispered softly: "Three uncles."  , the power of Sun Tzu Ming is far beyond what we all can imagine. If you can't avoid being an enemy of him, you can't be an enemy, and you can't attack him head-on."

    "Haha, Yu'er, this is not something you can say!" The third uncle held the tea cup, tilted his head, stroked his silver beard under his chin with one hand, and smiled with a playful look in his eyes.

    The other two people didn't have much reaction. They just opened the tea cup calmly, took a sip of tea, and looked at her quietly. The palms of the three people had returned to being skinny and no longer as crystal clear as jade.

    "Tell me, what's going on?" The uncle said in a half-humored voice, his tone was calm but stern, and his eyes when he looked at Murong Yu were endearing.

    Murong Yu smiled slightly, with a smile on his face and eyes, gentle and pleasant, like a ray of sunlight shining into the room, making it suddenly brighter.

    "This grandson is known as the Heavenly Thunder God's Claw in the martial arts world. His fame is already at the top of the world. Except for the heroes Guo Jing and his wife, and the Condor Heroes and his wife, I am afraid that no one can defeat him. However, his whereabouts are hidden and no one knows about him, but he is very popular.  Few people know that the shopkeeper of Ziming Trading Company, the number one trading house in the south of the Yangtze River, is Sun Ziming from Thunder God Claw that day."

    She spoke eloquently, neither hurriedly nor slowly, and her voice was like the spring breeze blowing through the willows. It was a pleasure to listen to her gentle and sweet voice.

    "Huh? The so-called Zhong is hiding in the market. Isn't it unusual that no one noticed it?" The third uncle spit out the cup cover he was biting in his mouth and gently dropped it on the cup in his hand. It was just right, just like using his hands.  He looked at the other two people with some surprise, and said with a smile: "Have people become so stupid nowadays?"

    Murong Yu's bright eyes like stars glanced at him with a slight hint of anger. She stretched out her slender yet round jade hands and gently bent her bamboo shoot-like jade fingers one by one, saying, "This Ming Trading Company is already the largest in Jiangnan."  The business houses include shipping, carriages and horses, restaurants, inns, grain shops, cloth shops and even gold, stone and antiques, everything!"

    Then he glanced at the third uncle again: "He is a very strict management person. Under such an all-encompassing approach, there is no confusion, and there is a trend of prosperity. According to Yu'er's guess, in a few years, this man's business name will probably be  We want to become one of the top big business houses in Jiangnan, and Sun Tzu Ming is now the richest man in Jiangnan. Who would have thought that he is actually the Claw of Heavenly Thunder?!"

    "Haha, it's interesting. This rich man is actually an extremely skilled player. He's very rare! No wonder no one notices it!"

    He shook his long silver beard, which was a sign that he was very playful and seemed to be interested in his grandson Mingda.

    The uncle's snow-white eyebrows moved slightly, his dry face and eyes looked extremely warm and clear, but at this moment, a trace of thought flashed across his face, "Well, he is extremely skilled in martial arts and is good at calculations. This Sun Tzu Ming is indeed not easy to deal with!  "

    As he said that, he suddenly turned towards the door, seeming to realize something, and looked at Murong Yu again.

    Murong Yu also heard a slight knocking sound from outside the door, turned around and got off the kang, opened the curtain, and walked out. Er opened the curtain again like a weak willow supporting the wind and came in, already holding an invitation card in his hand.

    Before the three uncles could ask each other, Murong Yu raised the white and elegant invitation in his hand, "It's Guanlan Villa inviting Yu'er to have lunch with her."

    "Oh?" The uncle took the invitation smoothly, opened it, glanced at it, and handed it to the second brother opposite. He cast an eager look at the third brother as if he hadn't seen him before, and turned his clear eyes to Murong Yu: "Where is Guanlan Villa?  Holy Spirit, why are you invited to come?¡±

    "Huh? This invitation is quite elegant, and the texture is neither silk nor paper. It's really weird!"

    The second uncle let the invitation in his hand be snatched away by the third brother. His old wrinkled face moved slightly, revealing a bit of a smile. He just turned it over and over again, just to make the third brother anxious, but  Unintentionally, I discovered something strange about this invitation.

    "Uncle, the Sushou Fairy from Huichun Hall is the wife of the owner of Guanlan Villa." Murong Yu said softly, looking at the third uncle with starry eyes, seeing him wiping and tearing the invitation, feeling a little worried in his heart, but wishing  Third uncle, please be merciful and don't mess up the invitation.

    ¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?!¡± The uncle reached out to take back the invitation. His moves were as fast as lightning and unparalleled in speed.The third uncle, who was having a great time, stared, his dry lips moved slightly, but did not speak.

    Murong Yu took the Yuebai Suya invitation handed over by her uncle with both hands, and glanced at her third uncle with a small smile. The smile was so full that the third uncle couldn't help but glare at her.

    "Uncle, no matter how powerful Sun Tzu Ming is in martial arts, he is not in danger. Human energy is limited after all. To make his business so big, it must consume a lot of energy. He has no time for other things, so we just avoid him!  Do you think so, uncle?!"

    Murong Yu spoke softly, smiled sweetly, and looked at her uncle with watery eyes. She knew who was in charge.

    "Yu'er, it's weird, it's weird, it's really weird!" The third uncle wrapped his fingers around his long beard, tilted his head, and looked at Murong Yu's smiling face like a blooming flower. His old face like dry pine bark was filled with a sense of joy.  A strange agility and cunning aura.

    "What's the matter, Third Uncle?" Murong Yu smiled with her eyes bent, and fanned the invitation card in her hand, as if to deliberately anger Third Uncle.

    She has been playing with her naughty third uncle since she was a child, and she is the most intimate.

    Third uncle rolled his eyes and did not look at the abominable invitation. He suddenly leaned forward and said, "You are attracted to grandson Mingming, right? Girl Yu?!"

    "Third uncle¡ª¡ª!" Her beautiful face was suddenly flushed with embarrassment. She glared at the proud third uncle in embarrassment and spat bitterly: "You are so disrespectful!"

    "Hahaha¡ª¡ª!" Third Uncle Zheng Zheng was about to laugh loudly, but when he saw Murong Ye closing his eyes and adjusting his breath in front of him, he suddenly turned into a chuckle. He felt proud but not fully expressed, just like drinking wine without fully enjoying it. He felt uncomfortable.  If it feels tight, take out the silver whisker in your hand to vent your anger, put it all in your hand, and squeeze it tightly, like kneading dough. When you let go, it will be messy.

    The other two elders looked on with smiles, and the second uncle slowly stroked his beard and said: "Haha, what the third uncle said is not nonsense. According to Yu'er, your past behavior, you will naturally design to remove this Sun Ziming and take over  Wouldn¡¯t the business name in his hands kill two birds with one stone?¡±

    "Exactly, it's not Yu'er's fault to be indecisive!  But it's not a bad thing to marry that Sun Zi Ming. Well, looking at the world, only Sun Zi Ming can be worthy of our Yu'er!"  The stern and taciturn uncle also added fuel to the fire, his tone and demeanor were full of pride, Murong had a daughter, she was a dragon girl in the world.

    Contrary to everyone's expectations, Murong Yu did not run out in shame, but gradually faded away from her blush, smiled peacefully, and said softly: "Uncle, it's not that Yu'er is timid, but it's about father's life, so we have to do it.  Shen, besides, this grandson is extremely powerful, we can¡¯t touch him!"

    ¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?¡± The relaxed and joking atmosphere in the room suddenly cleared, and the three of them looked at her.

    "Although this Sun Zi Ming is extremely difficult to deal with, his master is probably even more difficult to deal with!" Murong Yu shook the invitation in his hand, "The owner of Guanlan Villa is Sun Zi Ming's mentor!"

    "Sun Zi Ming's master? Guanlan Villa? Fairy Su Shou? What is going on? Yu'er, please tell me carefully, and stop pretending!"

    Although the uncle frowned, he could only see his eyebrows twitching. He knew that Yu'er was full of wits and never lied. If she said she couldn't afford to offend her, she really couldn't afford to offend her.

    "His master? His master is still alive?" The third uncle asked hurriedly, pulling his beard, with strangeness and confusion in his tone.

    "Well, he is alive, and he is still Guo Daxia's son-in-law!" Murong Yu opened the simple and elegant invitation, and the faint cloud patterns on it seemed to be a layer of mist, making people feel hazy and helpless.  See clearly.

    The three of them were all speechless. They looked at each other in confusion. Even at the north and south ends, the name of Guo Jing and Guo Daxia was still ringing in their ears.
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