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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 598 Waving Sleeves

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    Chapter 598 Waving Sleeves

    After saying that, Xu Zhu stood up and was about to leave with Wang Yuyan.

    "Hold on!" Suddenly, the old man surnamed Fan shouted and stood up, staring at Wang Yuyan.

    Wang Yuyan had already stood up, turned around after hearing the words, her bright eyes fell on him, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, everyone could feel her displeasure.

    Xu Zhuhe said: "Donor Fan, what's the matter?"

    The two young men stood up, glanced at Old Man Fan, and stood behind him.

    "Ahem!" Old Fan coughed, cleared his throat, and hugged Wang Yuyan: "Master Murong, little old man Fan Wuji!"

    "Do you have any advice from Master Fan?" Wang Yuyan's eyes were cold, and her voice was as cold as a cold spring, which sounded refreshing.

    Old Man Fan chuckled and said, "Young man is a member of the Nanhai Sword Sect. I have heard about Murong Gusu's name for a long time, so I came across the sea to pay my respects!"

    Wang Yuyan said nothing, just looked at him indifferently, her eyes were cold, neither sad nor happy, as if she looked down on all living beings without human emotions.

    Xu Zhu was kind-hearted. When he saw that he was choked, he opened his mouth to relieve his embarrassment and said, "I don't know, Donor Fan has come all the way. What's the matter?"

    Old Man Fan rolled his eyes at Xu Zhu, turned his head and snorted, "The nose is not a nose, and the face is not a face."

    Xu Zhu smiled and was not angry. This is the kind of person this donor Fan is. He has no good impression of the monk and has deep resentment. He is really a persistent and pitiful person.

    The big man with a purple face next to him snorted coldly and stared at him with narrowed eyes. This old man Fan is so ignorant!

    Old Man Fan coughed again and said: "Murong Family Master, I heard that the Murong Family has a wonderful place, similar to the Sutra Collection Pavilion in Shaolin. It is called Huanshi Shui Pavilion. It contains the secrets of various martial arts sects. That's right.  wrong?"

    Wang Yuyan said lightly: "Not bad."

    "I admire you!" Old Man Fan took a long breath, thinking that the woman in front of him was denying it.

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    Wang Yuyan spoke with a cold voice and an indifferent tone: "My Murong family owns Huan Shi Shui Pavilion, and Huan Shi Shui Pavilion contains martial arts secrets, but this belongs to my Murong family. Many people come to Yanziwu and ask for the return of their sect.  The secret is really ridiculous!¡±

    "I don't think there's anything funny about this, little old man." Old Man Fan chuckled.

    Wang Yuyan's eyes flashed, and the surrounding area lit up, as if a thunderbolt fell in.

    Old man Fan squinted his eyes and was shocked. He didn't expect that Wang Yuyan had such deep inner strength. It seemed that he had underestimated the new head of the Murong family!

    "If Daxia Fan is here to ask for secrets, there is no need to open your mouth." Wang Yuyan said calmly and waved her hand.

    Two maids in blue came forward, one opened the red sandalwood box, and the other wiped the ivory chopsticks and white jade cup with a silk handkerchief, put them back into the box, put them away, and returned them to their original positions.

    Old Man Fan took two steps forward, stopped in the middle aisle, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Young man is entrusted with this, just to invite back the Wave-Piercing Sword Technique of my Nanhai Sword Sect."

    "Master Fan is going to be disappointed." Wang Yuyan shook her head and said calmly: "The secret book of Huanshi Shui Pavilion was collected by Murong's ancestors with great effort and will not be shared with outsiders."

    "The Wave-Piercing Sword Technique is the secret book of my Nanhai Sword Sect!" Old Man Fan said solemnly, his smile fading away, and his whole body exuded solemn pressure.

    The purple-faced man suddenly sneered: "Hey, Mr. Fan, you want to rob me by force?!"

    "The little old man has been begging with all his sincerity and soft words, but the head of the Murong family has not agreed. The little old man has no other choice but to ask for advice!" Old Man Fan sighed and shook his head, looking helpless, as if he was being forced.  of.

    "You are so old, you are living like a dog, how shameless!" The purple-faced man laughed, with a face full of ridicule.

    Old Man Fan said leisurely: "You are always trying to please the new head of the Murong family. Could it be that you have evil intentions?"

    "Palm mouth!" Wang Yuyan frowned and waved her little hand gently.

    "Pa!" There was a flash of green light, and a maid in green suddenly appeared in front of Old Man Fan, gave him a slap, and quickly returned to her original position as if she hadn't moved.

    This slap was very loud, resounding throughout the hall, and everyone looked at it.

    Old Man Fan covered the left side of his face with his hand, his eyes widened, astonished and angry, like spitting fire.

    Wang Yuyan¡¯s eyes were cool and her voice was cold: ¡°I respect you for being older. You always speak so loudly and well, but you don¡¯t practice cultivation because of your old age. I¡¯m so disappointed!¡­ Little Master, let¡¯s go!¡±

    "Okay, Miss Wang, Donor Fan made an unintentional mistake, don't take offense." Xu Zhu hurriedly said softly and glanced at Old Man Fan.

    "Little Master, you are still so kind-hearted. Brother, see you.Definitely something to talk about.  "Wang Yuyan's bright eyes were crooked and she was smiling. Everyone was stunned.

    They were talking and walking forward, but Old Man Fan stood in the way.

    Wang Yuyan walked in the front, walking side by side with Xu Zhu: "I gave the invitation to the ten lamas from Tibet, but I didn't know what to do. You just happened to be here, please help me."

    "Yes, the young monk came out of the temple just to see the martial arts of the Tubo holy monks." Xu Zhu agreed with a low eyebrow, not daring to look directly at Wang Yuyan.

    Old Man Fan¡¯s eyes were blazing, and he stared at Wang Yuyan. He stood with his arms crossed, his feet as if they were nails on the ground, motionless, blocking the aisle unless they took a detour.

    Wang Yuyan didn't even look at him, she just turned sideways and talked to Xu Zhu, gently flicking her snow-white sleeves.

    Old Man Fan immediately flew out and landed heavily on the table ten feet away. With a "click" sound, the pear wood table fell into pieces and was crushed by him.

    He fell on the remains of the table, twisted his body, and tried to get up, but couldn't. "Pfft" a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, and he fell softly, panting heavily, and no longer had the strength to struggle.

    Wang Yuyan didn¡¯t even look at him, her clear eyes fell on the young men in green shirts and blue shirts.

    Xu Zhu said hurriedly: "Miss Wang, please stay here and let me talk to the two donors."

    Wang Yuyan smiled slightly: "Thank you, little master."

    Xu Zhu waved his hands hurriedly, turned to the two of them, and bowed together: "Amitabha, are the two donors also here for the secret book?"

    "Not bad!" The young man in blue shirt snorted coldly.

    Xu Zhu sighed and said: "The two benefactors should go back It's not that Miss Wang is hard-hearted and unwilling to fulfill the request. The Murong family has family rules and these secrets cannot be leaked to outsiders."

    The man in green shirt stepped forward to give him a hug, joined him in a tithe, and said respectfully: "Senior Monk Rong, the Wave-Piercing Sword Technique can only be taught to me by my fifth uncle. He brought the secret book and was shipwrecked at sea. He is gone and the secret book is also destroyed."  Well, the Wave-Piercing Sword will be lost, and it will be helpless to come to the Murong family to ask for it!"

    "That's it!" Xu Zhu nodded, with a compassionate look on his face, and pronounced the Buddha's name: "My condolences, almsgiver, everyone in the world is suffering, my Buddha is merciful, Amitabha"

    "May the holy monk help you!" The man in green shirt put his palms together and bowed deeply.

    "Almsgiver, please get up quickly!" Xu Zhu hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him up, and turned to look at Wang Yuyan, with a look of unbearable expression and a hopeful look.

    Wang Yuyan's eyes were cold and unmoved, and she said calmly: "Everyone who comes to ask for secrets has their own difficulties. I will take care of them one by one. Where are the family rules?!"

    She rolled her eyes at Xu Zhu: "Little Master, your Buddhist family has precepts, and I, Murong, have family rules. If I violate the family rules, how can I restrain my disciples?!"

    "Yes, that makes sense." Xu Zhu nodded, and He Shi bowed to the man in green shirt: "Donor, this young monk is really helpless, and I feel ashamed."

    The man in green shirt forced himself to smile and shook his head, making Xu Zhu feel even more guilty.

    "Second brother, why are you talking nonsense to him?!" The young man in blue shirt scolded impatiently, glanced sideways at Xu Zhu, and snorted: "They are in the same group, how can they turn their elbows outward, what a high monk, bullshit!  "

    After saying that, he turned around and took a few steps, stepped forward to help the old man named Fan, and whispered: "Senior, is it important?"

    "Ahem, I can't die." Old Man Fan was in a miserable state, with a large mass of blood stains on his front, his hair disheveled, his face pale, and shaky, a gust of wind could blow him over.

    When the young man in blue shirt scolded him like this, Xu Zhu smiled and did not refute.

    Wang Yuyan raised her eyebrows, her eyes became clearer, and she glanced at the young man in blue shirt.

    The man in green shirt hurriedly said: "My brother is so reckless, Murong Family Master, Divine Monk Xu Zhu, please forgive me!"

    "It's nothing" Xu Zhu waved his hand and smiled.

    Wang Yuyan¡¯s eyes were cold, flickering for a few times, falling on the man in green shirt, and said calmly: ¡°Be careful of trouble coming from your mouth!¡±

    "Kill me if you have the guts!" The young man in blue shirt walked slowly while supporting the old man named Fan, sneering.
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