Few in the World Could Match Jiumozhi

A'Zhu originally knew some martial arts skills.

However, A'Zhu's martial arts skills were not very high.

After Ji Boying's guidance and persuasion, the three of them also decided to practice their skills diligently.

After finishing my daily journey, I would take several trips to rest in the evening.

I also need to meditate for a while before going to sleep.

Of the three, A'Zhu and Wang Yuyan practiced the most diligently.

Because Ji Boying revealed the true nature of these two women's backgrounds, they were at a loss and unsure of what the future held, so they had no choice but to practice their skills diligently.

Learning some martial arts skills can give them a sense of security and make them feel that they can at least grasp their own destiny.

Wang Yuyan never revealed a single detail about her background.

She knew that if she really was the daughter of the Prince of Zhennan, her cousin might treat her better.

My cousin is determined to restore his kingdom, even though it's all unattainable. But if I were the daughter of the Prince of Zhennan, he would naturally try to curry favor with me, thinking he could borrow troops from me.

Thinking of this, Wang Yuyan was naturally tempted.

But she ultimately couldn't voice her feelings and kept them buried deep in her heart.

My family is different from A'Zhu's family.

His mother was formally married into the Wang Family.

The Wang Family and the Murong Family are related.

If this were to be exposed, it would have a huge impact on his mother's reputation.

Wang Yuyan was also worried about the relationship between the Wang Family and the Murong Family.

If this is true, then Murong Fu is no longer his cousin, and the two are no longer related.

With a jumble of emotions swirling around him, he could only immerse himself in martial arts and take things one step at a time, even as his youngest daughter was getting married.

However, in the past few days, he and A'Zhu have become increasingly close.

Now I really feel like I'm treating my younger sister.

Look how diligently A'Zhu practices martial arts, and how attentively Wang Yuyan guides her.

Although her martial arts skills weren't great, her perspective was certainly excellent.

Bao Butong has been very worried these past few days.

Now that he's gradually moved away from Taihu Lake, he feels a bit more at ease.

The farther Ji Boying was from Taihu Lake, the safer Huanshi Returning Waterside Pavilion.

But in the past few days, Miss Biao, A'Zhu, and A'Bi have all been inspired by this boy to study hard.

And for some reason, Miss Biao treated this person very well.

Every day on the road, regardless of the fatigue of the journey, he never stopped talking, constantly reciting the kung fu of various schools and sects to this kid.

This left Bao Butong puzzled and heartbroken.

How could so many martial arts manuals have been given to this person for nothing?

But Bao Butong was afraid of offending Ji Boying, so he didn't dare to speak.

She couldn't understand why Miss Biao treated Ji Boying so specially.

He was naturally unaware of the inside story of the deal.

Naturally, people suspected that Wang Yuyan had fallen in love with someone else.

Although Wang Yuyan was indeed deeply in love with Murong Fu, as everyone could see, upon closer examination, it would seem quite normal if Wang Yuyan were to fall for someone else.

After all, Wang Yuyan had lived in the Manduo Manor since she was a child and had never seen any other men.

Besides their four servants, there was only Murong Fu.

Even if one occasionally sees some ordinary men, who on this Taihu Lake can compare to Murong Fu?

Perhaps Wang Yuyan's deep affection was simply because she had no other choice.

After all, their young master didn't show any consideration or flattery towards Miss Wang.

Although Bao Butong could understand such things in his heart, he still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

If Miss Wang really falls in love with someone else, Bao Butong will always feel that his young master is being cuckolded.

But now they can't beat him in a fight, and they really don't dare to offend Ji Boying.

If it were just an ordinary martial arts practitioner, that would be fine.

Ji Boying, who called himself Qi Cultivator from Mount Zhongnan, possessed unparalleled skill that was unprecedented throughout history.

He can definitely be considered a grandmaster in the world.

Offending such a person would only hinder the Murong Family's efforts to restore their kingdom.

The more I thought about it, the more awkward I felt.

In particular, Miss Wang kept reciting martial arts manuals, and at first, Feng Bo'e and I were able to learn a little from her.

But after only an hour or two, my brain couldn't keep up.

Unlike them, who work non-stop for days on end.

Since we are powerless to resist, we can only accept reality.

Even if he really loses Miss Wang Yuyan, if he can win over Ji Boying through the relationship between the Wang Family and the Murong Family (although the relationship between the two families is very bad now), it will be a great benefit to the young master.

Ji Boying possessed profound skills and had developed a detached mindset, completely disregarding the complex thoughts of these people.

He only listened to Wang Yuyan explain the martial arts of various schools of the world every day, which broadened his horizons and increased his knowledge.

He then used his Lightness Skill to occasionally leave the group and search for the Tubo Imperial Advisor, Jiumozhi.

Wang Yuyan and her companions would leave marks along the way, so if Ji Boying couldn't find them, he could quickly return and catch up with Wang Yuyan.

Jiumozhi wanted the Flame Blade, Ji Boying didn't want to miss out on Qiao Feng's Dragon Capturing Skill either.

After traveling for another three days, Ji Boying finally learned some news about Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi had a very good appearance, and anyone who saw him would praise him as a high monk.

In addition, his attire was different from that of people from the Central Plains, which naturally made him quite conspicuous.

I've been wandering around Taihu Lake for the past few days, often carrying some money, and asking shopkeepers for information in the bustling areas of restaurants.

Many people saw Jiumozhi.

Ji Boying followed the trail he had learned about.

It was another slightly bustling street, with a restaurant displaying its wine flag.

"Shopkeeper, have you seen a young man who speaks with Dali accent?"

Ji Boying had just approached the place when he heard the sound.

Many locals and drinkers glanced sideways, curiously observing the Tibetan monk chatting with the shopkeeper.

"Speaking with Dali accent? Never seen that before, never seen that before."

The shopkeeper waved his hand, Jiumozhi was somewhat disappointed, but still politely bowed.

His dignified appearance prompted the shopkeeper to return the favor repeatedly.

As expected of the Imperial Advisor, his presentation is absolutely superb, and his outward appearance is also very well done.

Jiumozhi turned and left.

Looking down, I saw a long shadow stretching across the ground from outside the door.

I looked up, following the shadow.

Then a tall, handsome young man stood in the sunlight at the doorway, holding a sword.

The sunlight covered his face, preventing Jiumozhi from seeing his expression.

But my heart skipped a beat involuntarily.

He still had that dignified and solemn appearance, but his pupils had slightly contracted.

He thought to himself, "A master!"

This stems from an unspoken connection between masters.

The man appeared behind him at the door, seemingly unperturbed. He had been waiting for who knows how long, but Jiumozhi had been preoccupied with questioning the shopkeeper and hadn't noticed anything amiss.

This is naturally due to his profound inner strength, which he can control at will, achieving a state of harmony with nature, making it difficult for others to detect.

If an ordinary commoner or martial artist appeared behind Jiumozhi would sense their gaze, the sound of their footsteps, or the air currents they created.

But this person suddenly appeared here, as if he had appeared out of thin air. He was naturally a master no less skilled than Jiumozhi.

"Could you be Young Master Murong?"

Jiumozhi couldn't help but ask a question.

Murong Fu was nearly thirty years old, but he came from a prestigious family and was very elegant. Although he didn't know many characters, he still had the air of a noble young master.

Whether he's eighteen or nineteen, or twenty or thirty, he looks pretty much the same.

Although Duan Yu and Murong Fu are nearly ten years apart in age, many people in the martial arts world often suspect that Duan Yu is Murong Fu without knowing the truth.

It was not surprising that Jiumozhi had asked Ji Boying this question.

"I have long admired the Imperial Advisor's name, and seeing him today, I can confirm that his reputation is well-deserved. However, I am not Southern Murong."

Ji Boying spoke very politely.

I have no grudge against Jiumozhi, and Jiumozhi has never done anything particularly heinous, so there is no need for me to speak ill of him.

If you get along well, it wouldn't be a bad idea to become friends.

"I apologize for my intrusion, but may I ask your honorable name?"

"Ji Boying, a Qi Cultivator from Mount Zhongnan. I am new to the world and have no great reputation. I am fortunate to meet the Imperial Advisor here. I wish to discuss martial arts with the Imperial Advisor. I wonder if the Imperial Advisor would be willing to give me some guidance?"

Jiumozhi frowned slightly, unable to fathom Ji Boying's intentions.

Ji Boying spoke as if he were talking to an animal, yet he was so polite.

"This humble monk is a layman, with shallow martial arts skills. How dare I presume to teach him?"

Ji Boying chuckled twice.

"Why be so modest, Imperial Advisor? I am Martial Arts Fanatic, just like Imperial Advisor, and I love the most wondrous martial arts techniques in the world. It's a pity that most people in the world are so protective of their own knowledge and have such sectarian biases. Many secret manuals would rather keep them hidden away than reveal them to others. They are like pearls covered in dust. What a pity..."

Jiumozhi was deeply moved by these words.

They felt more in agreement with Ji Boying and looked at him with more affection.

"Your insights are extraordinary and your words are very true. It's just a pity that there are too many fools in the world."

When Jiumozhi said this, he still revealed a hint of his barely concealed arrogance.

Ji Boying then brought out the same words he had used to fool Huang Yaoshi.

"You have a skill, and I have a skill. If we exchange them, we'll each have two skills to practice. That would be a great thing."

Jiumozhi's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

Such rhetoric is most advantageous to these martial arts prodigies.

The same skill, but geniuses like them will naturally learn it faster, better, and with greater power.

If everyone were willing to display all their martial arts skills, they would certainly reveal their own secrets, but it would be advantageous for a genius like Jiumozhi.

"Your insight is truly remarkable; you are indeed a man of great talent!"

Jiumozhi saw the gleam in Ji Boying's eyes and vaguely guessed what Ji Boying meant.

The young expert in front of him had come specifically to find him and said those words, clearly indicating that he intended to exchange secret techniques with him.

Although his own martial arts were coveted, Jiumozhi clearly felt that the gains he was about to obtain were greater.

This person is young, yet already possesses extraordinary skills, and was born in Mount Zhongnan, making his origins mysterious.

He must possess some rare, hidden martial arts heritage. If we could trick him into sharing even a single move, it would be a tremendous gain.

However, we still need to investigate this person's background further.

Jiumozhi raised his hand and said, "If you don't mind, how about you teach me a couple of moves?"

Ji Boying readily agreed.

"It is not convenient here. Please come outside the city for a talk with the Imperial Advisor."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he appeared, without swaying or shaking, leaving a trail of afterimages in mid-air, and sped off towards the south of the city like lightning.

Jiumozhi inwardly cheered.

If I hadn't seen with my own eyes that his internal strength wasn't bad, I would have easily lost my footing.

That's some really impressive Lightness Skill.

Jiumozhi's legs were slightly bent, and his limbs were covered by his monk's robe, so it was impossible to see what he was doing.

He leaped into the air, took two steps, lightly tapped the rooftops, and quickly headed south of the city.

It was because the two were talking at the doorway, with walls on both sides providing cover.

Such Lightness Skill sudden departure from the main entrance, as if vanishing, naturally left everyone in the restaurant utterly astonished.

Especially ordinary people who are further removed from the martial arts world.

Looking at the two people who had just spoken, one was handsome and carried a long sword, looking like an immortal or a god; the other, though a Tibetan monk, had a dignified appearance, truly like an enlightened person.

The two people's miraculous disappearance filled the people with awe, making them wonder if they were truly gods descended from heaven.

Confused and anxious, I rushed to the door, shaking my head left and right, searching up and down, but I couldn't find a trace of it.

"Imperial Advisor, please make your move."

As he watched Jiumozhi leap out of the city, Ji Boying gently placed his hands behind his back on a tree branch, his body swaying slightly with the branch.

Extending his left hand, he politely invited Jiumozhi to make the first move.

Ji Boying had already demonstrated his superb Lightness Skill.

Jiumozhi no longer hesitated.

He swept his right foot across the ground.

He swept up a large patch of fallen leaves and dust, and with a surge of internal energy, shattered all the fallen leaves.

It mixes with dust, turning into a hazy gray mist.

Then he clasped his hands together in front of his chest and unleashed the Flame Blade, which was originally an invisible palm force.

A cloud of dust was pushed towards Ji Boying.

This is similar to the reason why Jiumozhi lit Tibetan incense at Tianlong Temple.

He deliberately revealed the source of his palm strike, showing his compassion and that he was only exchanging blows with no intention of killing.

He acted generously, Ji Boying naturally wouldn't act like a petty person.

Standing atop a treetop, slap your right palm downwards.

The sound of something cutting through the air was like a resounding dragon's roar, causing a slight tremor in the air.

Although it wasn't as conspicuous as Jiumozhi's display of palm power using smoke and dust, it had a dragon's roar that cut through the air, reminding Jiumozhi to be careful.

Two extremely powerful forces collided in mid-air.

The gray line instantly exploded into a mess.

A strong gust of wind carried this dust and scattered it in all directions.

Ji Boying remained atop the treetops, neither dodging nor avoiding the dust, which automatically shunned him as it approached.

Jiumozhi narrowed his eyes, swept his monk's robe, and unleashed a Flame Blade, focusing the scattered dust back onto Changli and attacking Ji Boying.

Ji Boying responded with his usual Empty Palm Strike technique.

Even though Jiumozhi changed his attack route several times, the gray smoke in the air almost formed a net.

But Ji Boying easily deflected every palm strike.

Such skill was naturally no less than that of Jiumozhi, and it was certainly enough to surprise Jiumozhi.

It should be noted that Jiumozhi believed that there were very few people in the world who could fight him to a draw.