C112

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As the rainbow bridge slowly moved, countless clouds floated past them. As they reached out their hands, a refreshing smell wafted towards them, filling the three of them up. They felt that the avalanche that night had not happened in vain. However, Du Xing was still very dissatisfied with the old man's lateness. He clenched his fist tightly and suddenly discovered that he had lost his sword. Immediately, a wave of inexplicable anger rushed forth.

Chu Ming looked at Du Xing's strange expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Du Xing turned around and looked at Chu Ming. He sighed and said, "The sword is gone."

"Buried by an avalanche?" Chu Ming asked.

Du Xing nodded his head. He looked at Chu Ming and discovered that his sword hadn't been lost. Immediately, he didn't dare to do so, but he couldn't show it. He could only depressingly say: "How come you can't lose your sword ?."

When Chu Ming heard this, he waved the sword in his hand in front of Du Xing's eyes and said, "Look."

Du Xing looked and discovered that Chu Ming had used the long piece of fabric on his clothes to tightly wrap the sword, causing the sword to feel as if it were sticking to his clothes. So this was what he was doing? That sword seems very important.

"I borrowed this sword from someone else." Chu Ming smiled.

The old man turned his head and looked at Chu Ming's sword for a while. Then, he said, "The Four Arts of Proud Heaven? Good sword, good sword! "

When Chu Ming heard the old man call out the sword's name and its original owner, he was immediately startled and immediately looked towards the old man. He saw that the old man did not have much of an expression on his face, as if he did not care about the fact that he had broken the old man's treasured sword.

However, Chu Ming jumped in fright and asked, "Senior, do you recognize this sword?"

When the old man in green heard this, he did not even turn his head and directly said: "Yes, why, why not? Back then, the master of this sword, the Manor Lord of the Thousand Sword Villa, Ao Tian, was Mo Ni's friend."

"Oh?" Chu Ming's interest was piqued and he said, "Then why don't you ask me how I got this sword, and where did you get it from?"

The old man smiled and said: "Ao Tian has such a competitive temperament. He probably left the Martial Competition after losing and has been studying the sword techniques since then, wanting to surpass himself. But he is already too old, I'm afraid he won't be able to last much longer. Yesterday, when I saw you and that young lad fighting, your sword moves were strange, like a dragon swimming in water, not losing out in dominance. Furthermore, the sword moves contained in them were the basic sword moves of the Myriad Sword Villa, the Shadow Splitting Sword, and his own original continuous sword move, the Dragon Travelling Water Sword. I think you and Ao Tian must have some sort of relationship, moreover, these four sword moves are in your hands, which proves that you have the same problem, but I find it strange that you have twelve damages in your body, and six paths on your right.

Chu Ming bitterly smiled and said, "This was actually just a coincidence. Although I don't dare to claim to be the successor of Ao Tian, but I did indeed pay my respects to him three times that year. It can be considered as having entered the sect."

"Oh." The old man stroked his beard.

Chu Ming suddenly recalled the old man's earlier mention of his internal injuries. How did he know this? Chu Ming thought about it and was shocked. He quickly asked, "Senior, how do you know that all twelve of my major acupoints have been sealed and I have six more?"

The old man turned his head and looked at Chu Ming, saying, "You'll know when you see it."

Chu Ming heard this and began to sweat profusely. He thought to himself, just what kind of expert is this old man?

Suddenly, after passing by a group of white clouds, Chu Ming suddenly felt dizzy and his head swelled up. Behind him, the flower mist also started to moan. The old man didn't even turn his head around. His hands were placed behind his back as if nothing had happened.

After a short while, Chu Ming fell and lost consciousness.

The old man turned around and smiled.

"..."

After an unknown period of time, Chu Ming woke up with a start. He sat up and panted heavily. He couldn't help but touch his body and feel his four techniques before calming down.

He focused his mind and looked around him, only to see that this was an ordinary room, neither too big nor too small, leaving a path in the middle. Four beds were placed on each side of the room, including the one he was currently lying on, and there were two small windows divided into two sides. The furnishings in the room were simple and crude. Besides the bed, there was a large square table and four benches. There were also some fruits and teapots on the table. There were four tea cups neatly arranged around the teapot.

The room was also very clean and meticulous.

Chu Ming only sat there for a while as his mind kept thinking back to what had happened on the rainbow bridge. He couldn't remember clearly what had happened between him and the rainbow bridge. Was it because of the thin air?

Looking around again, he realized that he could not find the other two. Even the old man was nowhere to be seen.

"Aren't the other three beds for them?" Chu Ming looked at the other three beds carefully. The bedding on the bed was very neat and tidy, without any traces of having been in a passive state.

He slowly got off the bed, put on his shoes and walked step by step towards the door. After opening the door, there was a creaking sound. Dazzling light and a warm breeze rushed over, causing Chu Ming to involuntarily take a few steps back. He raised his right hand high up and placed it in front of his eyes.

After a moment, Chu Ming's eyes adjusted and he lowered his hand. Outside the door was a small courtyard with a pine tree, and under the pine tree were a stone table and three stone stools.

In front of a quiet courtyard, there was an arch leading to the outside. The floor was covered with white jade stone bricks, making it particularly conspicuous.

Chu Ming let out a sigh of relief and walked outside. Before he walked too far, he heard a gust of wind behind him, and it seemed like there was a hint of killing intent in it. Chu Ming was startled, and he dodged to the side, and then he raised his sword in an attempt to hit the opponent's abdomen, but that person's speed was too fast, and in an instant, he was over 30 feet away from Chu Ming.

He saw that the man's hair was glossy and there were nine points on his hair. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his body was about five feet long. He was neither too tall nor too short, and his face was full of spirit.

With one look, it was a young monk. He should be younger than Chu Ming, but judging from his movements just now, he was not any lower than Chu Ming. Perhaps he was even older than Chu Ming.

Chu Ming frowned and asked, "Who are you?" Why did you launch a sneak attack? "

The young monk put his hand in front of his face, closed his eyes, bowed and said: "Oh, Buddha, is Almsgiver new?"

Chu Ming nodded and said, "That's right."

The little monk raised his head and continued, "I did not launch a sneak attack just now. If benefactor is unable to react and counterattack, then this little monk will automatically stop and not harm you."

Chu Ming was baffled and asked, "Are you looking for a beating?"

When the young monk heard this, he didn't quite understand what Chu Ming was talking about. He could only ask, "Does Benefactor live here?"

Chu Ming turned his head to look at the courtyard he had just walked out of and said, "I don't know. I was left here when I woke up."

"So that's how it is." The young monk nodded and said: "Then from now on, benefactor will live here."

"Oh?" Chu Ming looked around, then looked at the little monk and said, "Is this the God Island?"

The young monk said, "Yes."

When Chu Ming heard this, he smiled and the Thousand Meddling Hands' questions were solved. He said, "Then you are?"

Although the young monk in front of him was not bad, Chu Ming couldn't call out the title of "Great Master" when compared to the monk in front of him. Thinking back, he decided to call him by his usual title.

The young monk did not seem to pay much attention to this. He smiled and said, "This little monk's magical name is Shikong."

"Shikong?" Chu Ming laughed, "Good name."

"Magic number."

"Oh, yes. Your magic number. Your magic number." Chu Ming felt that it was strange. Weren't these things that outsiders didn't fancy? Wasn't it a magic title that could be used as a name? Then why did this young monk pay so much attention to it?

Shi Kong saluted with both hands and said, "May I know your surname, Sir?"

"Chu Ming." Chu Yu was obviously not polite. He did not know why, but when he saw Shikong, he wanted to tease him.

Shikong nodded his head and said, "Benefactor Chu, we will share a room from now on. Please forgive me."

"Kahn?" Chu Ming was puzzled, wasn't it just sharing a room? Wasn't it like sharing a bed?

Shikong smiled slightly, saluted with both hands and entered the room.

Chu Ming saw that Shikong was extremely strange. At this moment, he didn't know where Du Xing, Hua Lan, and that old man had gone to. He had to find it first and clarify the matter.