Comprehensive Martial Arts: Relying on Pili Martial Arts to Achieve Dimensionality Reduction Attack

Chapter 510: My cousin is dead, I have no intention to explore right and wrong

When everyone heard Wang Yuyan say this, they thought she was just too sad and confused, and were about to persuade her to go back to her room to rest, but when they saw her expression, they were immediately shocked.

I saw Wang Yuyan in front of me with tears in her eyes and her eyes were red.

His eyes were firmer than ever before, and were filled with hatred and rage. The maliciousness that overflowed from his eyes was even more terrifying than the evil ghost that walked out of Fengdu.

The most terrifying thing is her expression!
Her face was ferocious, as if she had a heart full of grief and anger to express. She clenched her lips tightly with her teeth, and she was not even aware that she was bleeding. Her whole body exuded a terrifying aura, and she looked nothing like the weak girl she usually was.

A-Bi quickly covered her mouth, suffocating a scream back into her throat.

Oh my God, is this person in front of me really my cousin?

Deng Baichuan couldn't help but feel his heart shrink.

The expression on my cousin's face now is even more terrifying than when my aunt loses her temper. It makes people shudder just by looking at it!

Was it right or wrong for me to deceive her like that just now?

Duan Yu took a breath of cold air.

Why do I have a vague feeling of uneasiness?
Sure enough, once a woman gets angry, she won't care about anything else. That's when she's most terrifying...

Lu Ping's eyes lit up, and a strange look appeared on his face.

My goodness, has Wang Yuyan turned evil?!
This is really...too exciting!!

This is a rare scene that only happens once in a century. I have to help her and see how far this weak girl driven by hatred can go in the end...

Wang Yuyan wiped away her tears and suddenly asked, "Brother Deng, do you know who killed my cousin?"

Deng Baichuan was stunned. He knew that Wang Yuyan was not asking about Chai Jin, but the person who did it that day. He replied subconsciously: "I only saw that he used Shaolin martial arts."

"But that person is not bald. He is either a lay disciple of Shaolin or a man who accidentally learned Shaolin martial arts. But I really don't know what his identity is."

The more Deng Baichuan spoke, the lower his voice became, and in the end he lowered his head in shame.

"Is that so? I understand..."

"Chai Jin, Shaolin..."

Wang Yuyan suddenly sneered, and her smile made Deng Baichuan and A-Bi's scalps tingle. In the hot weather, their hair stood up and they got goose bumps.

"Miss, you must stay calm!"

Wang Yuyan shook her head and said resolutely: "My cousin is dead, I have no intention of exploring right and wrong."

Lu Ping: “……?!”

It’s a pity that I don’t know how to use the Fire Dance Whirlwind, otherwise I would definitely teach her this sword technique!
Deng Baichuan and A Bi wanted to persuade them again, but then they thought of Wang Yuyan's average aptitude in martial arts and she was already past the age of laying the basics. Even if she was smarter than others and knew a lot about martial arts, how could she take revenge?

At most, it can only rely on the combat power of Mantuo Villa.

But Mantuo Villa is not even a force in the martial arts world, not to mention that Wang Yuyan has Li Qingluo to pressure her, so she would not let her daughter do whatever she wants.

If she were to return to her ancestral home and restore her identity as the daughter of the King of Zhennan of Dali, that would be even more impossible.

A noblewoman of a country cannot easily take action against a huge force like Shaolin.

Thinking of this, the two felt a little relieved.

Under the auspices of Deng Baichuan, the Murong family officially buried Murong Fu.

After everything was done, Deng Baichuan gathered those who were still staying in Chanhe Manor into the courtyard of the manor and again issued an order to expel them.

"Thank you all friends in Jianghu for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend our Master's funeral."

"Now that the condolences are over and the body has been buried, my Murong family still has things to do next, so it is inconvenient for you to stay any longer. Please go back."

This may not sound very polite, but Deng Baichuan is not a scholar and does not know any more etiquette.

And who knows that these people stayed in Canhe Manor just to covet the martial arts of the Murong family, so what he said now was already very polite. Everyone heard this, although they were unwilling, but they stayed with the excuse that they were good friends with Murong Fu before he died, and they had to see him off for the last time.

Now that Murong Fu was buried, they had no reason to stay any longer and had to say goodbye and leave.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flew over from the air behind, landed in the courtyard in the blink of an eye, and stood in front of everyone.

"After hearing the news, I rushed here with all my strength, but I was still a step too late. I couldn't see Mr. Murong for the last time. It's a pity!"

The man was dressed in monk's robes and had a glowing face. It was Jiumozhi who had arrived late.

"Master, are you here to pay your respects to my young master? What should I address you?"

Deng Baichuan was surprised to see Jiumozhi's unfamiliar face.

He and Gongye Qian and four others had followed Murong Fu for decades. He knew everyone that Murong Fu met in the martial arts world.

Therefore, he was very sure that this monk did not exist in Murong Fu's circle of friends.

If a stranger suddenly comes to your door, his intentions are definitely not good.

When those people who were about to leave saw Jiumozhi suddenly appear, they stopped and wanted to listen to what would happen next.

Jiumozhi bowed and said politely: "I am Jiumozhi, a young monk from the Western Regions. I was an old friend of the late Mr. Murong."

Deng Baichuan nodded, knowing that this was another person with ill intentions.

You know, the Western Regions are thousands of miles away from Jiangnan, how could they receive the news and rush here within three days? It can be seen that Jiumozhi must have come for other things.

"Our old master has passed away many years ago, but this is the young master's funeral."

"Master, you have never met our young master, but you still came from afar. My Murong family will accept this friendship."

"But as Deng said just now, our young master's body has been buried, and Yanziwu will be closed to visitors from now on. If you are interested, you can go inside and burn incense in the mourning hall, but please leave after that."

How could Jiumozhi retreat like this?
He just pretended to sigh and said, "I am a brother to Mr. Murong, so his son is naturally my nephew."

"Now that Master Murong has died suddenly, your manor is left without a master, and there are people with ulterior motives around you. Your situation is precarious. If you don't mind, I am willing to do my best for your manor."

This sounds very high-sounding, but everyone present is a veteran who has been in the underworld for many years. How could they not understand the meaning behind it?
Jiumozhi was clearly implying that everyone present was plotting against the Murong family's martial arts, and that he was the only one who could help the Murong family drive these people away, but he would also have to reap the benefits afterwards.

In fact, everyone present here has stayed until now because of similar thoughts.

But none of them are as shameless as Jiumozhi and dare to say these words directly, so the matter has been dragged on until now.

At this time, everyone saw Jiumozhi had spoken, and they were afraid that Deng Baichuan would really agree, letting this latecomer snatch the fat piece of meat from the Murong family for nothing. They immediately became anxious and started shouting.

"What are you talking about?! What are you talking about, you great monk?!"

"Mr. Murong was a chivalrous man who helped the weak and fought against the strong. Now that he is dead, we, his friends, should protect the elderly and the weak in his family. Why is the Murong family in danger?"

"Didn't you hear what Mr. Deng said just now? Mr. Murong doesn't even know this person. I think he is the one with ulterior motives!"

"It's just..."

"I don't know where this wild fox Zen came from, but he actually came to the Murong family and made such a fuss. If you don't leave, don't blame us for being rude to you!"

"Please rest assured, Mr. Deng, we will definitely drive this foreign monk away for the Murong family!"

Deng Baichuan's face remained calm, but his heart was actually in turmoil.

Looking at the group of people in front of him, he felt extremely sad and angry. His left arm was silently clenched into a fist in his sleeve, and his palm was almost bleeding.

At this moment, holy light descended from the sky and broke through the thick clouds.

The strange atmosphere caused the crowd's noise to stop abruptly, and then a clear and melodious poem came from the sky -

"It takes a hundred years to realize the moon in the clear river, and then you realize that the road of worldly affairs is long; people who are used to laughing at fools are often arrogant, and the wise and foolish are all confused now and in the past."

(End of this chapter)