"To be honest with the master, I have also heard from a martial arts friend who is good at digging tombs recently. My friend, like you, I think that the secret book of "Bei Ming Divine Art" was taken away by Murong Bo, so I wanted to open this Murong Bo's tomb and steal the secret book of "Bei Ming Divine Art" for me. But who had thought that Murong Bo's tomb was an empty tomb. In recent years, there are often reports that mysterious masters secretly helped the Murong family, so I concluded that before Murong Bo died, the mysterious person the master met before was very likely to be him!" Ling Chen looked at Jiumozhi and said seriously. He looked at him with a look of panic when he said this. It seemed that this really happened and no one could not believe it.

"...that mysterious man..." Seeing Ling Chen's serious expression, Jiu Mozhi believed it three times in his heart. When he thought about the man in gray who had fought with him with the Wuxiangjie finger, the shadow of Murong Bo naturally appeared in his mind.

"The secret book of Wuxiangjie is indeed what Murong Bo stole from Shaolin Temple and gave it to me. I believe that he is the only one in the entire martial arts world who can use such a pure Wuxiangjie and be willing to come out to take the lead of the Murong family. Combined with the little guy's words, his tomb is an empty tomb. It seems that Murong Bo is not dead, and the man in gray should be him." After carefully analyzing the situation at this moment in his heart, Jiumozhi believed 80% of the news that Murong Bo was not dead.

"Why tell me this? Brother Ling really believes in the little monk like this?" After confirming the authenticity of this information in his heart, Jiumozhi also looked at Ling Chen and asked him seriously. What he was most curious about at this moment was why Ling Chen told him these things. From this moment, he could clearly feel that Ling Chen was an extremely smart little devil. He didn't believe that Ling Chen would tell him such important information for no reason.

"To be honest, I don't believe in you, Master, but I don't believe it completely." Ling Chen looked at Jiumozhi, who questioned him, and also gave an ambiguous answer.

"Then why are you..."

"There are two reasons why I told the master this." Before Jiumozhi could continue to ask, Ling Chen said seriously to him: "First, the master was kind to me back then, and I don't want the master to continue to be deceived by Murong Bo, so I told the master the truth. Second, I have some private matters that I want to ask Murong Bo for clarity and want to ask the master for help, so naturally I can't hide anything from the master."

"I want me to help you deal with Mr. Murong Bo. Brother Ling is worthy of being a rising star in the martial arts world. His brain is indeed smart enough!" Jiumozhi also heard that Ling Chen wanted me to help deal with Murong Bo, and sneered at him.

"I also know that this requirement is a bit too much, but I will not let the master work in vain. It can be seen that the master is also possessed by my Xiaoyao Sect's little Wuxianggong, but it seems that the practice of practice is not perfect. Now it has been backfired by its internal force and damaged its meridians. I have a way to help the master heal the pain." Ling Chen was not surprised to see Jiumozhi, who was unwilling to help. After all, in Jiumozhi's heart, his weight is definitely not as good as Murong Bo, so he continued to throw his bargaining chips to him.

"Uh... Brother Ling doesn't need to be nonsense. The little monk knows the body of the little monk. Recently, he just felt a little cold and had no internal energy to damage the meridians." Jiumozhi was also shocked when he heard Ling Chen telling his internal troubles, but he did not intend to admit it. After all, he didn't believe that a little guy like Ling Chen could see his physical condition just by looking at his face, and he still stubbornly argued.

"Master, you and I understand people, so why should you hide it? It is also fate that you learn the little Wuxianggong of our sect. I have heard my master talk about the encounter with you back then. However, because you were young and energetic and the little Wuxianggong you learned was not perfect, it caused today's internal troubles. I think in the world, except me, my master is the Taoist priest who taught you little Wuxianggong, which can help you cure the internal troubles. However, he has been traveling all over the world recently, and it is not easy to find him." Ling Chen looked at Jiumozhi and said seriously.

(When Ling Chen spent his time with Xiaoyaozi before, he remembered that Xiaoyaozi told him that he had met a very destined monk many years ago. Seeing that the monk had good qualifications, he taught him Xiao Wuxianggong. However, Xiaoyaozi later found that the monk was a little restless and liked to succeed in martial arts. After Xiaoyaozi saw that his preaching was ineffective, he no longer passed on all the Xiaowuxianggong. Now it seems that this little monk is undoubtedly Jiumozhi.)

When he heard Ling Chen telling Xiaoyaozi's story, Jiumozhi's face changed drastically. He knew that he could never hide it at this moment. He immediately looked at Ling Chen and asked, "Brother Ling can definitely relieve the pain of the backlash of internal strength for me?"

"If I can't do it, I won't say so much to the master. I am now the head of the Xiaoyao Sect and I won't joke about my reputation as Xiaoyao Sect." Ling Chen looked at Jiumozhi and said casually.

"Okay, I believe you, what do Brother Ling need me to do?" Hearing Ling Chen say this, Jiumozhi immediately made up his mind to say to Ling Chen. At this moment, he decided to stand completely on Ling Chen's side. After all, in recent days, he has become more and more aware of how difficult the pain caused by the combination of this little Wuxianggong and the Seventy-Two Special Skills is. Now that he finally has the opportunity to eliminate it, he will naturally not give up.

"This matter is not difficult. Master, you only need to do this...so...so..." Seeing that Jiumozhi finally agreed to help him, Ling Chen was also very happy and immediately told him about his arrangements.

In fact, the reason why Ling Chen tried so hard to help him was that he wanted to find an opportunity to get closer to Jiu Mozhi so as to relieve the backlash of internal strength for him and repay his kindness back then. The second point was that he had a new plan and needed Jiu Mozhi's help to be foolproof. After all, Murong Bo was one of the four masters of Tianlong, his martial arts attainments were unfathomable. If Ling Chen dealt with him alone, he would be 60% sure that he could defeat him, but if he wanted to take care of A Zi while fighting him, it would not be possible. So to be on the safe side, he asked Jiu Mozhi to join and formulated a new plan...

The conversation was divided into two parts. When Ling Chen pulled Jiumozhi into his camp, the man in gray played by Murong Bo also finished educating Murong Fu in the inner room of Yanziwu.

"Remember, there is nothing difficult in the world, only those who are determined to do things. Temporary setbacks can be regarded as a kind of tempering. A man who is a real man should do something and not do anything. As a man in the Murong family, he should have the responsibility of a man in the Murong family!" Murong Bo patted his son's shoulder, "I'm leaving, you can do it yourself!"

"Take care, senior!" Murong Fu didn't know at this moment that the man in gray was his father Murong Bo, but he had a deep respect for him. He said respectfully as he looked at his disappearing back.

After leaving Yanziwu, Murong Bo was preparing to leave Jiangnan first. After all, if he had been secretly protecting him, his son would be difficult to become a great man, so he needed to let Murong Fu have more experience, and he was preparing to go to the martial arts world to continue to provoke disputes to help him successfully restore the country.

"Mr. Murong, are you leaving after just coming back if you don't stay with your son for a while?" But at this moment, a domineering voice came from Murong Bo. He immediately turned around and saw that Jiumozhi was looking at him with a sneer on his face.

"What are you calling me?" Seeing that Jiumozhi was actually here, and seeing that he seemed to be waiting for him, Murong Bo, dressed in gray, was also shocked, but he still refused to admit it.

"Mr. Murong, the little monk has been with you for many years. You can deceive others but you can't. Your figure, your martial arts, your voice, and your anxious Murong Fu to rescue you, are all vivid in your mind!" Jiumozhi said to him with a smile on his face.

"...Master, you recognize the wrong person. I am just Murong Bo's old friend. I can't stand you as a martial arts senior to bully the Murong family's juniors and then help you." Murong Bo said unwillingly at this moment.

"Is that so, why is your grave an empty tomb?" Jiumozhi looked at Murong Bo with disdain and smiled. With the news of Ling Chen and Murong Bo's reaction at this moment, he had completely confirmed his identity.

"...Hahaha, the Ming King of Dalun is worthy of being a master of a generation. His observation ability is indeed impossible to compare with others. Yes, it is me!" Seeing that his identity had been discovered by Jiumozhi and could no longer be concealed, Murong Bo immediately stopped hiding it. He laughed and took off his head hood, revealing his somewhat old but domineering face.

"Haha, Mr. Murong, it's been a long time since I left, and soon I learned about your death. The monk was heartbroken. Unexpectedly, Mr. Murong lived in seclusion. Today I saw him like a different life!" After seeing Murong Bo's familiar face at this moment, Jiumozhi also smiled slightly and said politely to him.

"I never thought I would meet an old friend again, which can be regarded as a happy event when I returned to Yanziwu this time." Murong Bo also looked at Jiumozhi with a smile on his face, not mentioning the fact that Jiumozhi wanted to take Murong Fu's life before, as if the two were still close friends.

"The little monk received careful guidance from the teacher, resolved all the doubts, and practiced hard for twenty years, and finally achieved today's results. The little monk has always remembered the kindness of his sir." Jiumozhi said gratefully to Murong Bo.

"A small matter is a small matter, the Ming King doesn't have to be too humble." Murong Bo waved his hand casually.

"The little monk still has some doubts now, I hope he can give me some advice."

"It's okay to say it, but I will definitely speak out."

"After learning that the teacher is living in seclusion, the monk seems to be still concerned about the general trend of the world. A few days ago, the monk felt that a force was secretly manipulated. The former leader of the Beggars' Gang was jointly dealt with by the Beggars' Gang disciples and the Murong family forces. The monk wanted to ask, was it the teacher's actions?" Jiumozhi looked at Murong Bo and asked straight to the point...
Chapter completed!