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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 601: Taking Action

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    Chapter 601 Take action

    Seeing these twenty monks coming in slowly, as if no one else was around, they slowly sat down and remained motionless, as if they were meditating. The people who had calmed down started talking again.

    "Are these twenty lamas?!"

    "It doesn't look like much, and it doesn't have three heads and six arms. How can it defeat all the heroes? How can it lose the face of our Song Dynasty Wulin!?"

    "People cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. I see that they are all lean, and they have obviously practiced hard. These lamas and monks are all different from ordinary people and cannot be underestimated!"

    "Those ten old lamas are all top-notch masters. If you go up there, you won't be able to catch them with even a few moves!"

    "Hmph, you are so underestimating me. I can withstand all my moves!"

    "Look at your little potential, you must not take action, lest you embarrass our Song Dynasty Wulin again!"

    "Why haven't you met the Murong family master yet? Are you just teasing us guys?"

    ¡°Don¡¯t be so careless, there are so many people, public anger is easy to offend, how can the Murong family ruin its reputation?!¡±

    "North Qiao Feng, South Murong, Murong Fu died young, what a pity! It is said that the new head of the Murong family is a woman, is it true?!"

    "Well, it is indeed a woman!" A big man nodded and said with a wry smile: "She is still a young woman. It is said that she is very beautiful!"

    "What a weird thing!"

    People were talking in low voices, and the whole apricot forest was buzzing, breaking the tranquility.

    Twenty Tibetan lamas were sitting under a patch of almond trees, motionless. A gust of wind blew, and their brown monk robes fluttered. They stood still, like stones.

    ??While people were talking in low voices, there was suddenly silence again, and they saw a group of young people in green clothes floating towards them, their feet silent and their movements neat.

    This group of young people is divided into two teams, one team is young men, handsome, and the other team is young girls, strong, graceful, and good-looking.

    They all looked solemn and solemn, and looked straight away. In a blink of an eye, they had reached the center of the apricot grove, stopped in front of twenty Tibetan lamas, and stood in a fan shape.

    They separated from each other, and several people were immediately revealed.

    There were four people, Xiao Yuesheng, Xu Zhu, Wang Yuyan, and Deng Baichuan. Behind Wang Yuyan were four maids in green clothes, surrounded by all the disciples.

    Wang Yuyan was dressed in a white shirt, as white as snow, her face was covered with white gauze, her outline was looming, and her facial features could not be seen clearly. Xiao Yuesheng was still dressed in a green shirt, smiling slightly.

    Xu Zhu was wearing a gray monk's robe, which made him stand out. Four ministers and four maids in blue stood behind them, standing in a fan shape.

    Not far away, a group of people named Fan gathered together, looking at Wang Yuyan and the others, scanning them one by one, and landed on Xiao Yuesheng.

    The young man in blue shirt frowned and whispered: "Who is that man?"

    "Which one?" The man in green shirt asked, turning his head.

    "The one with the same clothes as you!" The young man in blue shirt frowned and his face darkened.

    He saw that Wang Yuyan's bright eyes were shining like autumn water on the face of the man in green shirt. He was quite focused and was whispering in a low voice.

    It seems that the two of them are very close, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

    The man in green shirt turned to Elder Fan: "Senior Fan, do you recognize this person?"

    Old man Fan shook his head: "Looking at his appearance, he is ordinary and not very old. He is about the same as you. He must not be a famous person, he may be from the Murong family."

    The purple-faced man held his chin with his right hand, tilted his head and looked at it: "I look at it, it looks like the Murong family master's sweetheart, does it look similar?"

    As soon as he said these words, the man in blue shirt and the young man in blue shirt both had stern expressions, a little unhappy.

    "Nonsense!" Old Man Fan shook his head and sneered: "With my eyesight, I can see that the head of the Murong family is a stunning beauty. She is beautiful and has such power. The man she likes must be  How can someone who looks better than Pan An and Song Yu be such a person?!"

    "Fan, you are so shallow. How can you judge a book by its appearance?!" The purple-faced man sneered and gave him a disdainful side glance.

    Old man Fan suddenly jumped three feet high, his whiskers raised, and said loudly: "I judge people by their appearance, what's wrong?! Cheng, don't make yourself uncomfortable, let's compare notes?!"

    The purple-faced man curled his lips: "Your injury is not healed yet, how can I take advantage of this?!"

    "Even if I'm injured, I can't deal with you with all my hands!" Old Man Fan glared and snorted fiercely.

    The man with the purple face turned away and pulled the man in the green shirt: "Xiao Zhang, I recognize those four. They are Deng Baichuan, Gong Yegan, Bao Bubu and Feng Bo evil. These four ministers are all here!"

     "There are only these four people in the Murong family?" the man in green shirt asked.

    The purple-faced man shook his head: "That's wrong. The Murong family has many masters, including Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and they are all missing in Yanziwu!"

    "It's already this time and they still haven't come out?" the man in green shirt asked with a frown.

    "It seems that the head of the Murong family is very confident!" The purple-faced man said with a smile.

    While they were talking, Old Man Fan also calmed down his anger, glared twice, and turned to look over.

    They were curious, and everyone else was also curious about Xiao Yuesheng's identity.

    " Xiao Yuesheng was rarely born. Only a few people saw his appearance and recognized his identity. They were all acquaintances. No one in the Apricot Grove recognized him.

    Although everyone was talking a lot, Xiao Yuesheng was able to distinguish one by one without feeling confused. Listening to everyone's discussion, he smiled in his heart.

    "Yu Yan, let's start." He whispered.

    Wang Yuyan nodded slightly, stood up straight, and her graceful curves became more obvious. She coughed lightly, and her voice was like a phoenix, passing through the apricot forest.

    This sound came clearly to everyone's ears, and they were immediately curious and turned to look over.

    Deng Baichuan took a step forward, raised his fists, and said in a deep voice: "Comrades, I am Deng Baichuan, a member of the Murong family. Today, all the heroes are here. I cannot entertain you carefully. Please forgive me!"

    "Don't be polite, Master Deng!" "That's right, why are you so polite!"

    People clasped their fists and spoke politely, and Xingzilin suddenly became noisy.

    Deng Baichuan chuckled and said: "In recent days, a major event has happened in the martial arts world. Ten holy monks from Tubo came to challenge our Song Dynasty martial arts world!"

    The twenty Tibetan lamas still sat with their eyes closed, listening but not hearing, like rotten wood.

    "My family master heard that ten holy monks appeared nearby, and he posted a message because he wanted to learn about Tibetan Buddhism's secret knowledge. That's why today's grand gathering was held!" Deng Baichuan said.

    "Master Deng, the Murong family cannot be defeated, let us give our Song Dynasty Wulin a chance!" A man shouted loudly.

    "That's right! Give our Great Song Dynasty Wulin a chance to breathe!" People echoed loudly, and the voices were loud.

    Wang Yuyan frowned slightly, and her bright eyes swept away, as if a wave of water swept away. People felt a chill on their faces and couldn't help but shut up.

    "Haha, dear heroes, our Murong family will naturally try our best to win. However, when competing in martial arts, there will be victory and defeat. Besides, these ten holy monks are all top figures, but there is no guarantee that they will win!" Deng Baichuan laughed.

    People smiled and thought that this was also true. Many heroes had been defeated by the Ten Holy Monks of Tubo. Although the Murong family was powerful, they could not guarantee victory.

    "We, the few of us, dare not show off our modest skills. This time, our family master will personally end the competition!" Deng Baichuan said solemnly.

    Everyone immediately cheered.

    Deng Baichuan pressed his hands and said in a deep voice: "In addition, the head of the family also invited Divine Monk Xu Zhu from Shaolin Temple to help. At the critical moment, Divine Monk Xu Zhu will also end up!"

    The cheers were a little louder, Xu Zhu took a step forward, put his palms together, and bowed to everyone.

    Xu Zhu¡¯s name has been spread in the martial arts for a long time, and it can be said that it is at its peak. People looked over and were quite surprised. They did not expect that Xu Zhu, the divine monk, was so young.

    Deng Baichuan chuckled and said, "Okay, I know everyone is impatient, so I won't talk nonsense anymore. Let's get started. I'd like to invite a holy monk from Tibet to die!"

    Wang Yuyan took off her veil, moved her lotus steps lightly, and slowly took a few steps forward to the empty field in the middle.

    Xing Zilin fell silent for a moment, hundreds of thousands of eyes focused on Wang Yuyan's face, staring blankly.

    The face is as white as white jade, flawless, with warm and shining light. A pair of eyes are like black gems, sparkling and penetrating into the heart of a person.

    Her eyebrows were as dark as a distant black, with a hint of indifference, which made people feel that they could only be viewed from a distance, not played with, and gave rise to an inexplicable feeling of shame.

    Everyone looked at her blankly, Xingzilin remained quiet.

    At this time, twenty lamas opened their eyes together, dozens of lightning flashes, and the entire apricot forest lit up.

    Wang Yuyan said calmly: "The little girl Wang Yuyan, as the current head of the Murong family, would like to ask the ten holy monks for advice!"

    "The female donor is the head of the Murong family. I'm disrespectful!" An old lama stood up slowly. He was tall and thin, with his loose robes dangling.

    He has dark skin, deep-set eyes, aquiline nose, and twinkling eyes, like an eagle or a falcon, very sharp, and naturally carries an oppressive power.

    "What do the ten masters come to the Central Plains for?" Wang Yuyan said lightly.

      Her voice is cold, like a cold spring in a deep valley, refreshing and inexplicably comfortable to listen to.

    The old lama smiled slightly and said slowly: "I have heard for a long time that the Song Dynasty had a vast land, rich resources, and outstanding people, so I came here to learn a thing or two!"

    Every word he writes is extremely clear, and his words are straight and round, giving people a sense of grace and mellowness. It is also very comfortable to listen to, and I can't wait to keep listening to it.

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded secretly. Seeing how tactfully he spoke, one could tell that he was a man of great wisdom and must have a high status.

    At this time, the great monks have to teach others and give them eloquence, so that the believers can be willing to listen and be convinced.

    Wang Yuyan said calmly: "Master must be disappointed, right?"

    The old lama smiled and shook his head: "The female benefactor was wrong. The Song Dynasty is indeed well-deserved. It's a pity that since entering the pass, I haven't been able to compete with the real top people. Today I can finally get my wish. I'm so lucky!"

    "The master's Mandarin is not inferior to that of people in the capital. I admire you, little girl!" Wang Yuyan said lightly.

    The old lama smiled and said: "I once came to the capital to practice Zen and learned the Central Plains dialect."

    Wang Yuyan smiled faintly: "I see. Seeing how fluent the master is in Mandarin, the little girl thought that the master was originally from the Song Dynasty."

    The old lama¡¯s expression remained unchanged, as if he didn¡¯t hear what she meant, and he smiled and said, ¡°Donor Wang, how about we try our fist and kick skills?¡±

    Wang Yuyan nodded: "Okay, little girl, I will teach you!"

    After the two of them spoke without saying another word, Wang Yuyan stepped forward lightly, took the initiative to attack, and walked out with a light slap of the palm without making any noise.

    The old lama's face was solemn, and he slowly pushed out with a palm, towards Wang Yuyan who was ten feet away.

    With a "bang" sound, the two of them swayed and took a step back at the same time.

    The old lama shouted: "The female benefactor has such deep inner strength, I admire her, please give me another slap!"

    After saying that, he pushed out with another palm, slowly and astringently, like an old cow pulling a slow car.

    Wang Yuyan took a light step and slid diagonally towards the left side of the old lama. Her clothes were fluttering, as if they were traveling in the strong wind, fluttering like an immortal.

    The old lama suddenly let out a loud shout, which was so loud that the leaves in the apricot forest fell, and everyone's ears were buzzing.

    In the midst of shouting, he pushed his palm halfway, and suddenly flicked it out. Suddenly, a strong wind swept through, flying sand and rocks, and swept towards Wang Yuyan.

    Wang Yuyan walked lightly through the flying sand and rocks, appeared in front of him, and swatted out with a light palm.

    This palm was like a sudden strike from the sky, and she appeared suddenly. The old lama had not used up his old moves, nor had he used any new ones. He reluctantly pushed out another palm, but failed to catch it.

    This light palm hit his left shoulder.

    "Bang" he flew out like a ball and hit an almond tree hard. The leaves fell rustling. He slowly slid down the tree and sat softly on the ground.

    A young lama came forward, helped him up, and spoke in a low voice in Tubo, which no one could understand.

    Everyone¡¯s eyes widened in surprise.

    Is it possible that this old lama is a fake and not one of the ten holy monks?  !

    Wang Yu Yanpiao stepped back and said calmly: "Master, I accept the concession!"

    The old lama struggled to stand up, pushed away the young lama's support, and titheed: "The female donor is so clever, I lost!"

    Wang Yuyan nodded lightly and turned to the other side: "Which other master can give me advice?!"

    "Come here, old monk!" A skinny old lama stood up.

    His eyebrows are snow-white and extremely long, covering the corners of his eyes. He looks like an old longevity star, with a kind-hearted look and a friendly look.

    Wang Yuyan nodded and said, "What weapon does the master use?"

    "I will teach you the female benefactor's boxing skills!" the old lama said with a smile.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????:????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Rush over, her thin body transformed into a fierce tiger, fierce and fast, she's in front of Wang Yuyan, punches out, and walks straight into the palace.

    Everyone yelled and cursed, thinking he was a sneak attack.

    Wang Yuyan stretched out her hands, waved them lightly, stepped back two meters, and kept a distance of two feet from her fists. Her movements were graceful and graceful, like a white crane spreading its wings.

    The old lama paused, accelerated again, and beat the previous two points, punching out like meteors.

    Wang Yuyan stretched her long sleeves, rolled them gently, and rolled his fist into the sleeves.

    "Moo!" the old lama shouted, bent his legs, and stood up in a horse stance. The muscles in his body suddenly tightened, and his exposed right arm suddenly became thicker.

    Wang Yuyan fluttered, took a few empty steps, landed on the ground, and flicked her sleeves.

    The old lama immediately stuttered and took four steps back before standing still.

      Wang Yuyan stood firmly, with one hand behind her back, and said calmly: "Master, you are not my opponent, so let's find someone else!"

    The old lama¡¯s long eyebrows fluttered, he sighed, shook his head, sat back, closed his eyes, and fell into concentration again.

    ¡°Okay¡ª¡ª!¡± Everyone cheered loudly, which shook the apricot forest.

    Suddenly an old man came over, cupped his fists and said, "Master Murong, you must be tired after two battles in a row. Let me do the work for you!"

    This old man is no one else, but the old man named Fan who was at the restaurant yesterday.

    Wang Yuyan frowned slightly, a little unhappy, and glanced at him lightly.

    "This man named Fan is an enemy, not a friend. He must have bad intentions when he acts like this!"

    But she remained calm, ignored him, and turned to look at Xiao Yuesheng.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded. She walked back to him. Suddenly, a mellow internal energy was poured into her Dantian, and her kung fu reached its peak in the blink of an eye.

    Old man Fan walked in the field, clasped his fists and laughed: "Little old man Fan Wuji, when he saw the holy monk and the Murong family taking action, his hands were itchy, so he took the place of the head of the Murong family, which can save him from the suspicion of a wheel-fight!"
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