Chapter 1064: Deception

Hack!

Su Yi looked at Zhang Wuji struggling to get up in front of him with his hands behind his back, and cursed in his heart.

Who despises hackers the most?

Another hacker.

Su Yi felt that he had cheated enough. He absorbed Ren Woxing's internal energy, and learned the Yijing Xisuijing, which is a combination of Yijinjing and Luomo's internal energy. His internal energy has been endless for a long time, and it is rare in the world.

But Zhang Wuji, who is like a wild man in front of him, is a rookie who has practiced the Nine Yang Magic Art in the mountains for five years. Although his internal energy is not as pure as his, it is already 80% as strong as his.

How much hard work did he put in to learn the Star Absorbing Art and the top internal energy?

And this Zhang Wuji, who hides in this valley, eats, drinks, sleeps and practices, and becomes a peerless master, who can he go to for justice?

Not to mention that he will go to the Ming Cult to inherit the Qiankun Damoyi soon, and his kilometers will double.

With magical skills protecting his body and a beautiful woman throwing herself at him, Su Yi couldn't help but feel jealous of such good fortune.

However, Zhang Wuji was far from being Su Yi's opponent at the moment.

If Su Yi wanted to kill him, he could have killed Zhang Wuji with the first move just now.

Although Zhang Wuji was a simpleton, he was not stupid. He also realized that even if he learned magical skills, he was no match for the Jade-faced Flying Dragon in front of him.

For a moment, he was a little depressed and desperate.

In the past five years, he practiced the Nine Yang Magic Skill. Although there was no comparison and he didn't know how strong he was, he felt deeply the magic of this martial art. He felt that if he came out, he would definitely be ranked first-class at that time with this martial art.

What Zhu Changling and Wu Lie, they were no problem.

He has now practiced the last level of the Nine Yang Magic Skill, and the completion of his practice is just around the corner.

But at this time, Su Yi came and gave him a blow, as if he was beaten back to his original form.

This made Zhang Wuji feel like he was still the fool who took Yang Buhui to hide from place to place and was deceived by others.

Zhang Wuji struggled to stand up, his face turning blue and purple. He wanted to explain to Su Yi that he did not intend to steal martial arts from other sects, but he felt annoyed when the words came to his lips. He was also afraid that if he said this now, the other party would think that he was begging for mercy and be looked down upon by Su Yi.

And he also had a trace of doubt in his heart.

You said that the Nine Yang Magic Art is yours, so it is yours?

How scheming is Su Yi? Zhang Wuji's thoughts at this time could not be hidden from him at all.

At that moment, he sneered and said: "He can be strong as he wants, the breeze blows over the hills. He can be arrogant as he wants, the bright moon shines on the river. He can be cruel and evil as he wants, and I have enough true energy. This is the general outline of the Nine Yang Magic Art, right? Do you think I am lying to you?"

Zhang Wuji's doubts were all gone.

If it was not the martial arts of his own sect, how could people even say the secret formula of the heart method casually?

And the scriptures came from the white ape, and they were right.

For a moment, Zhang Wuji was a little discouraged by the setback.

He clasped his fists in frustration and said in a muffled voice: "Mr. Su, I dare not question you. I did learn the Nine Yang Magic Skill, but I was knocked off a cliff and escaped death. It was by chance that I found the scriptures sewn under the white ape's fur. I did not intend to steal your martial arts."

"But after all, it is a fact that I learned the magic skills. I know that stealing martial arts from other schools is a taboo in the martial arts world, especially the peerless magic skills like the Nine Yang Magic Skill. Which school will regard it as a treasure. If it is lost outside, it will be like a dragon-slaying sword, setting off a bloody storm..."

Zhang Wuji calmed down as he spoke.

He recalled that ten years ago, he was poisoned by the Mysterious Palm and was carried by his master to seek medical treatment everywhere, from Shaolin to Emei, hoping to complete the Nine Yang Magic Skill. However, even the famous sects and martial arts masters were unwilling to reveal the incomplete magic skills, which shows how precious the magic skills are.

Now he has secretly learned the complete version of the Nine Yang Magic Skill and was caught by them. He can neither beat them nor escape. In order to prevent the magic skills from being spread, it is reasonable for them to kill him with a palm...

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji sighed deeply and gave up all hope. He laughed at himself and said, "Mr. Su, kill me. Thanks to the Nine Yang Magic Skill, I have been cured of the cold poison and lived for five more years. This is already a great achievement. I really shouldn't expect too much and be greedy."

After a pause, Zhang Wuji said again He said, "The four volumes of scriptures are in a shack on the east cliff. After Mr. Su kills me, you can take the scriptures yourself."

"There is also a copy of "Medical Scripture" and "Poison Scripture", which were passed down to me by Hu Qingniu and Wang Nangu from Butterfly Valley. In order to prevent the loss of the magic skills, please take these two scriptures away, find someone who is destined to pass them on."

Zhang Wuji was stunned. He wanted to leave a will for Su Yi to tell his master Zhang Sanfeng that he was an unfilial disciple and died first.

But then he thought that this would expose his identity. Mr. Su in front of him looked extraordinary on the surface, but he could not tell his heart from his face. Who knew if he would covet his adoptive father's Dragon Slaying Sword?

So he gave up the idea of ​​being honest about his identity.

But when he thought that he had to die under a false name, he felt so miserable. He felt sorry for himself and cried sadly.

Seeing Zhang Wuji wiping his tears, Su Yi couldn't help but frown and said, "A real man should die, why are you crying?"

"I'm not afraid of death!" Zhang Wuji argued, "I just... just... Alas, you won't understand even if I tell you! Mr. Su, do you want to do it yourself, or do I want to end it myself?"

That's enough, don't really trick the kid to death again...

Who killed who?

I killed myself...

Su Yi coughed lightly, put his hands behind his hands and asked seriously: "You just said that the Nine Yang Magic helped you cure the cold poison? What does this mean? What kind of cold poison did you get?"

"It's the poison from the Xuanming Divine Palm." Zhang Wuji hesitated slightly and said truthfully, "This poison is extremely cold and yin, and there is no medicine or stone to cure it. I have tried all the methods to no avail. I was just waiting for the poison to cause death, but I didn't want to leave school by chance." The nine-yang magical power resolved the cold poison, and I was lucky enough to survive."

Su Yi looked calm and said, "You go and get the scriptures. I'll wait for you by the pond over there."

Zhang Wuji hesitated slightly, cupped his fists and said, "Yes!"

Su Yi waited for him to finish speaking, then walked towards the pool with his hands behind his hands.

After a while, Zhang Wuji came over with six scriptures, held them in both hands and handed them to Su Yi respectfully.

"Mr. Su, the four volumes of the Nine Yang Manual, as well as the Medical Sutra and the Poison Sutra, are all here."

Su Yi took it, flipped through two pages, and suddenly took out a small dagger from his waist and threw it to Zhang Wuji.

"I don't dare to dirty Mr. Su's knife. I'll just kill it myself." Zhang Wuji turned around and wanted to return the knife to Su Yi. "Mr. Su, please wait a moment. I'll dig a pit for myself, and I'll be buried there." ”

Su Yi continued to read the scriptures and said calmly: "You said you were knocked off the cliff, but if you had fallen from here, you would have died long ago. So there should be another road leading to other places in this valley. Did you come from You came into this valley from somewhere else, right?"

"Mr. Su, I admire you for seeing this." Zhang Wuji said sincerely, "There is indeed a cave that can pass through the mountain. But when you go to the other side, it is also on a stone platform halfway up the mountain. It is still a deserted place."

Zhang Wuji hesitated slightly, but still did not tell him that Zhu Changling was still alive and trapped on that stone platform.

In his opinion, he was going to die anyway, and Zhu Changling would definitely not survive. In that case, why bother talking?

"After all, it's a glimmer of hope." Su Yi still didn't look up, "Why don't you just run away from there and give it a try, maybe you can survive."

Zhang Wuji said seriously: "I have learned the magic skills of your sect, and now I should die to prevent the magic skills from being leaked. It is natural for me to escape in order to survive, which I despise."

"You're really not afraid of death even though the ants are still alive?" Su Yi asked again.

"Of course I don't want to die," Zhang Wuji said with a carefree smile, "But it's better not to be afraid. Since ten years ago, I have been wandering between life and death all the time. To me, death is just a step away."

These words made Su Yi couldn't help but look up at Zhang Wuji.

"This knife is for shaving your beard." Su Yi's eyes fell on the scripture in his hand again, "Shave your beard and wash yourself well."

Zhang Wuji was startled and said with a smile: "That's right, come naked and leave cleanly, so that you can live your life in this world in vain. Thank you Mr. Su for making it happen!"

After saying that, he hugged Su Yi and ran to the side to get busy.

Su Yi ignored him and just read a book by himself.

The Nine-Yang Divine Skill is indeed profound and profound. It is a martial art in which the yang pole generates yin. The most extreme is yang. It not only contains the Taoist principle of carrying yin and embracing yang, but also the Buddhist cycle of space and color. Su Yi did not practice it, but If you study it carefully, you will benefit a lot.

He reflected on himself in time. Before, he felt that he did not need this martial arts. Now it seems that there is no limit to learning. Even if he cannot practice it, he must not think that these unparalleled magical skills are useless to him.

Although the principles of martial arts in the world are reached to the extreme, they all reach the same goal through different paths, but after all, the sea embraces all rivers and each has his own way. The more you understand the truth, the deeper your understanding of martial arts will be, and the more you will accumulate.

Su Yi was obsessed with the contents of the scriptures, and Zhang Wuji had already washed up before he knew it.

The messy hair on his head has been tied up with a piece of cloth, using a branch as a hairpin, and the bun is straight.

After shaving his beard, his face was still dark, but his facial features were clear-cut and cheerful, which made people's eyes bright.

What a handsome young man, he is almost catching up with me. No wonder there are so many peach blossoms.

Su Yi secretly praised.

"Mr. Su, return the knife to you." Zhang Wuji respectfully handed the knife back to Su Yi.

Su Yi felt a little emotional.

There are really people in this world who are willing to die. He doesn't know whether to call Zhang Wuji pedantic or stupid.

But I guess it has something to do with him not being able to beat me...

If I could beat it, it would be another story.

"Do you know the origin of this Nine Yang Manual?" Su Yi asked.

Zhang Wuji hesitated slightly. In fact, he knew something. When Zhang Sanfeng took him to seek medical treatment ten years ago, he heard Zhang Sanfeng say something.

But if he said he knew, he couldn't explain the source of the information, which would only cause trouble, so he simply shook his head.

Su Yi ignored Zhang Wuji's thoughts and talked eloquently: "The origin of this scripture can be traced back to the late Northern Song Dynasty. At that time, there was a senior master named Wang Chongyang who was recognized as the best in the world of martial arts at that time. He single-handedly set all the world's records. The true religion is also the greatest religion in the world.”

Zhang Wuji said "Ah" and said, "Could it be that this "Nine Yang Manual" was written by this senior Wang Chongyang?"

According to Zhang Sanfeng, this "Nine Yang Manual" was passed down by Shaolin monk Jueyuan...

Zhang Wuji was startled again when he thought of this, and then he later remembered that this "Nine Yang Manual" should be Shaolin's martial arts...

This Mr. Su is obviously not a monk, but this Mr. Su recited the general outline of the "Nine Yang Manual"...

Could it be that he is a lay disciple of Shaolin?

But what did he mention about Quanzhen Sect Wang Chongyang...

Zhang Wuji was extremely confused for a moment and had difficulty distinguishing between true and false. Su Yi was still telling the story, so he had no choice but to suppress his doubts and listen patiently.

"That's not true." Su Yi shook his head, "Wang Chongyang went to Songshan Shaolin one day and met an eminent Shaolin monk..."

Shaolin is out! Zhang Wuji suddenly became less doubtful after hearing this.

"Although this eminent Shaolin monk was ordained and became a monk, he has been a Confucian, a Taoist and a monk all his life. In fact, he is a senior of our sect and cannot be regarded as a Shaolin disciple." Su Yi continued, "At that time, Wang Chongyang had the most amazing book in the world, "The Nine "Yin Zhen Jing", I sent this senior to borrow this book After reading it, I didn't agree with it. I felt that the entire "Nine Yin Sutra" expounded the principle of using softness to overcome hardness, carrying yin and embracing yang, which was a bit biased. So I picked up the four volumes of "Surangama Sutra" on the table and found them in the gaps in the scriptures. I started writing and created this "Nine Yang Divine Art".

Zhang Wuji suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the Nine Sun Magic Technique was written in the gaps between the words in the Buddhist scriptures. It turned out to be for this reason.

However, he still had some guilt in his heart, could it be that Mr. Su saw the appearance of the scriptures and made up such a story to lie to himself so that he could believe him?

But he soon realized that he was a dying person, what could he possibly lie to?

Su Yi continued: "After I sent this senior to create this "Nine Yang Magic", he conveniently placed these four volumes of "Shrangama Sutra" in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion, and then traveled around, so even Shaolin didn't know about it. , there was such a peerless magical skill hidden in their Sutra Pavilion until more than a hundred years later, a monk named Jue Yuan..."

At this point, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but let out an excited "Ah" because he finally heard a familiar name.

Su Yi looked at him strangely and asked, "What? Have you ever heard of Master Jue Yuan's name?"

"No, never heard of it." Zhang Wuji hurriedly denied, but his suspicion of Su Yi weakened a lot.

"Jue Yuan discovered this martial arts, but he only regarded it as an ordinary way to strengthen his body. So he followed the practice and developed a body of amazing magical skills without even knowing it." Su Yi continued, "Jue Yuan had an apprentice at that time. Son, speaking of this disciple, this person is truly amazing..."

It’s Taishifu! He is talking about my great master!

Zhang Wuji roared excitedly in his heart, feeling proud and excited at the same time.