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Chapter 9 Tai Chi Ben Wuji

Pao Tianming couldn't help but say, "Master...I'm cooking tea."

Zhang Sanfeng asked in confusion: "Cook tea? Is it the one who has learned the Tai Chi Sword to make tea?" Pao Tianming nodded repeatedly. "No, you are not, who is so cowardly, the successor of the Tai Chi Sword."

"Tai Chi Sword? Is it amazing?" Jiumozhi obviously disagreed.

"Hmph!" Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand and directly unbuttoned Pao Tianming's acupoints and said, "Go and fight again."

Pao Tianming asked tremblingly: "In my restaurant?"

"Yeah! You are not allowed to escape, otherwise your martial arts will be ruined. You will have to return it to others later."

Pao Tianming touched the package and said, "The sword is gone!"

Zhang Sanfeng's face turned dark and Pao Tianming was shocked. Fortunately, Zhang Sanfeng stopped caring about it and said to him: "This sword was left by Emperor Zhenwu, and it is called the Seven Swords of Zhenwu. If it is thrown again, it will be calculated as the rebel master. Return to the sect in one month to do 80 sect tasks."

Zhenwu Seven Swords: Zhenwu Emperor's sword, the lost one rebels the master. Attack: Normal. Sharp: Normal. Texture: The best... In general, it is just an ordinary white version of the sword, but it can be done no matter how hard it is.

Pao Tianming drew his sword out of the sheath, and Jiumozhi stood up. Pao Tianming stared at the sword for a while and suddenly raised his hand and said, "Slow!" He turned around and shouted, "Waiter! Put away all the valuables, Xiaoyu moved the pots and pans to the inn next door first. There is also a table that can be moved away..." Zhang Sanfeng smashed Pao Tianming's forehead with a chopstick.

"Old Jiu, if you have a trick to greet me, don't rush to other places, it's easy to hurt people." He shook his sword and drew dozens of circles and attacked him. Jiumozhi laughed mockingly, and a roll of robes was gone.

Pao Tianming made another move and just drew a circle. Zhang Sanfeng shouted angrily: "Will you please just draw a circle?"

"...No!" Pao Tianming was very honest.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said, "The meaning of being too extreme is that it means being as extreme as limit, and it means that it means being as limit, and it means not to match it."

The sword was shaken by the Pao Tianming, and it was no longer a circle, but a sword was delivered straight. Jiumozhi slashed the sword with his palm and the wind slashed on the sword. In the past, the Pao Tianming directly used internal strength to fight, but at this time, he took the opportunity to take the left and slashed Jiumozhi's right shoulder. Jiumozhi was shocked and punched one side of his body. This fist contained eight changes, which were worse than the flame knife, but it was already very advanced martial arts.

"He can make him strong." When Pao Tianming heard this, his wrist turned around and a Tai Chi diagram appeared in front of him. Although it was very slow, his murderous intent was hidden inside. Jiumozhi did not dare to test his edge, so he took a step back.

Pao Tianming was shocked and shouted: "Master, why did my martial arts Tai Chi sword disappear?"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and smiled, "Tai Chi is born Wuji." After that, he floated out of the door. A misty voice came from a distance: "The huge waves are surging, I am still, as quiet as a place, moving like a rabbit, leveraging the force to fight, and quadruple pounds..."

System prompts: The martial arts level has improved. Jiumozhi snorted coldly and said, "I've finally finished teaching? The little thief will surrender!" With one palm, a force was slashed, and the one sword of the cannon led its force to one side. The stairs were destroyed, but the force was huge, and the cannon still retreated several steps. The internal strength was not a small point. With another palm, the cannon led to the ground again. The person took a few steps back, and the tiger's mouth was shattered and bleeding.

Jiumozhi attacked with one palm after another. Pao Tianming led his left and right, and his moves were slightly injured. Soon after, it turned into a serious injury. Not to mention counterattack, he had no power to resist. He used it accidentally. After twenty moves, Pao Tianming took away the Zhenwu sword and raised his chest to get the palm. Jiumozhi sneered, and his hand was a little bit in the air, Pao Tianming was caught again in the acupoints.

Pao Tianming's account was 120 yuan short of money and was taken to the system to rebuild the restaurant. Fortunately, the main beam was still there and it was not too cruel. Jiumozhi took the two men and stopped riding in the carriage. Pao Tianming was very puzzled: "Monster, if you don't take the carriage, why do you take me with you?"

"Crouching!" answered Duan Yu.

"Living?"

"Living!"

"Why?"

"hobby!"

"The little monk got the live sword score of the world's first sword, so he naturally wanted to burn it to comfort Mr. Murong's spirit in heaven." Jiumozhi said without hesitation.

...

The three of them had just arrived at the Suzhou Lake and heard the sound of (Yiuan) and a small boat floated from the green waves on the lake. A green fir girl held a foal and slowly paddled in the water, singing a small song in her mouth. She listened to the song: "The lotus fragrance is ten acres of land, and my sister is greedy for playing with lotus picking. She comes to play with the water at night, and laughs off her red skirt and wraps the duck." The song is delicate and innocent, and she is moved by joy. The girl's slender hands are white and white skin is like jade, reflecting the green waves, and it is as transparent as it is.

The girl went to the shore and asked with a smile: "This master is going to Shenhezhuang, what's the matter?" Her voice was very sweet and clear, making people feel indescribable at first glance.

Jiumozhi asked: "Who is the young lady in Murong's house? What should I call her?"

The girl smiled sweetly and said, "Oh! I am the little girl who serves the young master playing the piano and flute. She is called Abi. Don't want the eldest lady. You are kind to me, please call me Abi!"

The three of them got on the boat, and Baus Tianming sighed and said to Duan Yu: "How important is it to master Mandarin?... Damn, I just understand a few words."

The girl smiled: "How many words can I hear?"

Cannon Tianming: "Is it easy to solve? I didn't hear the fight between shrimps and rice."

The three NPCs were all question marks on their heads, Pao Tianming: "Wow, listen to coal, listen to coal." Abi was very smart. He knew Pao Tianming was teasing him. He was angry and asked the wooden pulp to hit his head. Pao Tianming flashed exaggeratedly. Abi giggled. Picking up girls is actually very simple... (Wu Yu is not good, all of them are changed to Mandarin below)

After more than two hours of winding and twists and turns, when they were not in the sign, they saw a corner of the eaves in the distant green willows. Abi said, "It's here!" He rowed the boat straight into the willow shade, and when he was approaching, he saw a wooden ladder made of pine branches hanging down to the water. Abi tied the boat to the branches. Everyone stepped ashore one by one, and saw four or five houses sparsely built on an island or peninsula.

The shed is small and exquisite, quite elegant. The plaque of the small shed contains the words "Qinyun" and the brushwork is quite elegant. Jiumozhi said, "Is this Yanziwu Shenhezhuang?" Abi shook his head and said, "No. This is the young master who lives for me. It is a small place, and I really can't accept distinguished guests. However, this master said he was going to worship Mr. Murong's tomb, so I couldn't make the decision, so I had to ask a few of you here to wait and I'll ask Sister Azhu."

Abi invited a few people in and put on the snacks. Duan Yu ate enough of the snacks, and Pao Tianming ate some casually, and then took out the packed side dishes and a bottle of beer to drink. At this time, an old man with silver hair and beard turned out of the back hall, holding a crutch in his hand and asked, "Abi, who is shouting here?"

Jiumozhi said: "As promised, the little monk was going to Mr. Murong's grave to worship, please give me some convenience."
Chapter completed!
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