Mu Qingsong's question was too straightforward. It was so straightforward that Xiao Zheng was a little embarrassed.
Are you nervous
To say I'm nervous is to give in. Although he was not nervous, Xiao Zheng's appearance at this moment was indeed not relaxed at all.
This is his respect for the strong. It was his subconscious reaction after years of fighting. You don’t even need to think about it, your body will respond.
"Why should I be nervous?" Xiao Zheng asked with slightly focused eyes. "Because you are Mu Qingsong? The founder of the Eight Jue?"
"The founder?" Mu Qingsong ignored Xiao Zheng's counterattack and narrowed his eyes slightly. "So I have such a nickname in China?"
It was unclear whether he was satisfied or disdainful. But his gloomy face still maintained a look of indifference.
"Why did you bring me here?" Xiao Zheng asked bluntly.
Talk to people in human language, and talk to ghosts in nonsense. This is the truth that Xiao Zheng has figured out in the past two years of business wars. When talking to Mu Qingsong in front of him, he only needs to be straightforward and does not need to be modified.
"Because you are the only strong person of the younger generation worthy of my interest." Mu Qingsong said without concealment. "Besides, I want to go up the mountain."
really!
He's going up the mountain!
"What are you doing up there?" Xiao Zheng asked coldly with cold eyes.
"Visiting an old friend." Mu Qingsong said lightly.
Xiao Zheng pursed his lips and said, "Which old friend?"
"Asking knowingly." Mu Qingsong said indifferently.
Then he picked up his legs and walked towards the mountain.
His pace is not very fast. But every step was steady and powerful. Even though he was just walking, his whole body exuded an aura as strong as the ocean.
Is this the majesty of the founder of the Eight Jue
It can shock people without saying a word. Straight to the soul
Xiao Zheng let out a breath of turbid air and followed him unhurriedly, but very calmly.
Asking knowingly
Xiao Zheng didn't know. Three people lived on the mountain. Leaving aside the most unlikely Li Jing. Mu Qingsong's old friend can only be between Bai Wuxia and Ye Yuhua. Xiao Zheng remembered that Shang Yao once said that Bai Wuxia once lost a move to him. In other words, the old friend Mu Qingsong mentioned was most likely Bai Wuxia.
With this in his mind, Xiao Zheng had no time to think more. He quickened his pace and followed closely behind.
In terms of foot strength, Xiao Zheng, who has refraction skills, is definitely top-notch. But Mu Qingsong, who was walking in front, had incredible foot strength. No matter how hard Xiao Zheng tried, he was still half a beat behind him. Hard to catch up with.
From this point alone, Xiao Zheng can deduce. The opponent's explosive power and speed are no less than his own, or even stronger!
And among the eight powerful men that Xiao Zheng had seen, the only one who could possibly do this was Bai Wuxia on the mountain.
No wonder Bai Wuxia actually lost to him in the first battle back then.
This martial arts idiot Mu Qingsong is truly extraordinary!
To achieve something, even to create a miracle. You must have great enthusiasm and perseverance for it. Xiao Zheng yearned for the pinnacle of martial arts and never gave up. Mu Qingsong, on the other hand, spent his entire life on martial arts. Decades are like a day.
How can his achievements be ordinary
"It's really good."
On the mountainside, Mu Qingsong suddenly stopped. Turning around, he glanced at Xiao Zheng with a gloomy look: "No wonder even Soros's Hand of God can't do anything to you."
Xiao stood in front of Mu Qingsong without changing his expression or heartbeat, and said with a cold expression: "No one can do anything to me so far."
"Confident and strong." Mu Qingsong gave a fair evaluation.
After saying that, he slowly turned around and walked towards Hidden Dragon Pavilion.
At some point, the old monk Bai Wuxia was already standing in front of the wooden house.
He was dressed in Tsing Yi and had a kind face and kind eyes. Feeling fresh. In the breeze, his clothes swayed gently. As if he were an eminent monk, he exuded an otherworldly aura.
But Mu Qingsong came to the old monk without any hindrance. His face was gloomy.
"You actually stayed on the mountain for twenty-two years." Mu Qingsong stared at Bai Wuxia expressionlessly. It doesn't look like any fireworks.
One is a monk who has cut off all ties with the world, leaving only the word love in his heart.
The other one devoted his whole life to martial arts. There is no room for anything else in my eyes.
These two people are very different, yet so similar.
One has a kind face, and the other has a gloomy face. The confrontation between the two is extremely interesting. Also blazing with fire.
But Xiao Zheng was not in a relaxed mood. Not only was it not relaxing, it was also a bit worrying.
An old monk is an old monk after all. Even if he gives up his love. But he always worships Mantian Bodhisattva and does not give any precepts about killing. Mu Qingsong, on the other hand, sacrificed his martial arts with killings. If the two of them really start a fight, the old monk will definitely suffer.
What's more, as early as that year, the old monk was slightly behind. Now that your identity and mood have changed drastically, what will it look like
Xiao Zheng walked forward quickly and stood quietly beside the old monk.
When the old monk faced Xiao Zheng's kindness, he just smiled and did not interfere. Then, he looked at Mu Qingsong with a calm expression, clasped his hands and said, "I haven't seen you for twenty-two years. Donor, the murderous aura in you is gone. But you have an extra will."
"What will?" Mu Qingsong asked calmly.
"The will to win." The old monk said slowly.
"Then what do you think I have been doing these twenty-two years? Raising flowers and vegetables?" Mu Qingsong sneered. The whole body is full of energy.
The old monk smiled and said no more.
"Let's do it." Mu Qingsong pursed his lips and said. "Let me meet your world-famous dragon hand again."
"You must win before you give up?" the old monk said slowly.
"What do you think?" Mu Qingsong's eyes were cold.
"I lost." The old monk shook his head gently. "you win."
"You insulted me?" Mu Qingsong's murderous intent surged. Both eyes burst out with cold light.
"Uncle Bai just doesn't want to fight you." Xiao Zheng stood up. He said firmly. "He is a monk, why do you have to force him? If you really want to fight, I can accompany you."
"Don't want to fight?" Mu Qingsong said coldly with a cold look in his eyes. "Do you not want to fight, or are you afraid of losing?"
It was only at this moment that Xiao Zheng realized that the information he got from Shang Yao was not accurate.
That's right.
These two extremely powerful men did have a tough battle back then. But the ending was that Bai Wuxia won. Mu Qingsong lost.
If not, why would Mu Qingsong have been holding on to him for more than 20 years? Now that he has returned to China, he has to go up the mountain to fight Bai Wuxia again
Martial arts idiots are not only obsessed with martial arts, but they also cannot lose.
If you lose, your thoughts will not be clear.
If you lose, it will disturb the Taoist mind.
So here he is.
Wherever you fall, you get up.
Only after defeating Bai Wuxia can he truly stand at the top and truly compete for the top spot in the world!
"Azheng. Get out of the way." The old monk sighed softly and said softly. "Since he must fight, then I will accompany him. A monk should be open to all rivers. With Buddha in his heart, there is bliss everywhere. Why stick to dogma?"
To fight means not to fight.
If you don’t fight, you will fight.
I care about it in my heart, but I still can't get over it.
Bai Wuxia is already transcendent. If he doesn't fight, it's not because he thinks he shouldn't fight. But I don’t want to fight. Since the other party refuses to give up. Why should he be persistent
Bai Wuxia and Ye Yuhua have been sitting in meditation and discussing the Sutra for more than twenty years. How can the realm be explored by Xiao Zheng