Chapter 374

Hu Tuan's brain is not enough.

He really couldn't understand why Ming Xingjian Zun hated a woman so much.

"Martial uncle Mingxing, what did the girl do to her?" Hu Tuan asked cautiously.

"Lie down".

Mingxing, who was still laughing and chatting with him just now, suddenly cools his face, raises his hand and slaps him down.

"If it weren't for your usefulness, would you believe that you were dead just now?"

Hu Tuan could only kowtow again: "thank you for not killing martial uncle Mingxing..."

He knew very well.

Although a disciple like him has good talent, if Mingxing kills him, Xiaoshan sword sect will certainly not pursue him.

One is always the sword respect of the realm.

A disciple with some talents.

A fool can see who is more important.

"Get up." Mingxing stood up straight and said, "what you should know, I will naturally tell you, but what you shouldn't know, don't ask more."

"Disciples are taught."

"Also, take my sword and use it." When he spoke, Mingxing had a three foot green front in his hand.

"This... Disciple dare not!"

"No harm." Ming Xingjian Zun smiled and said, "my sword is pretty good. At least it's much better than the little woman's sword. You can cut off the other party's sword if you fight with her. Then, she doesn't have a sword. You have a sword. Naturally, you can do whatever you want."

Hu Tuan thought and could only reach out and take the long sword from Ming Xingjian Zun.

He is really confused.

What is the deep hatred between the girl named he youniang and martial uncle Mingxing?

"If you finish the task, I'll give you ten pieces of spirit jade." Ming Xingjian Zun said.

Now, it's not just Hu Tuan.

The rest of the disciples also had a hot face.

Ten pieces of jade?

That's equivalent to their ten months of cultivation resources!

If you have ten pieces of spirit jade, your accomplishments will surely have a qualitative leap.

Therefore, they couldn't help looking at Hu Tuan with envious eyes.

After all, in their opinion, the task assigned by Ming Xingjian Zun is not too difficult. Others can do it.

But now Ming Xingjian Zun has selected a candidate, and they dare not say anything more. They can only envy and hate Hu Tuan in their hearts.

"Are you confident?" Ming Xingjian Zun continued to ask.

Hu Tuan could only hold the long sword in both hands and bow to him: "I dare not insult my life!"

Ming Xingjian Zun nodded with satisfaction and went away with his hands down.

After Mingxing jianzun left, Hu Tuan was relieved and sat down in a chair, his back soaked with sweat.

"Younger martial brother Hu Tuan, you are really lucky!"

"Yes, elder martial brother Hu Tuan, not to mention the ten pieces of Lingyu, it's a great honor to help martial uncle Mingxing do things! As long as you satisfy martial uncle Mingxing and look at the whole Xiaoshan sword sect in the future, how many people dare to recruit you?"

"Ha ha, I've seen that younger martial brother Hu Tuan has great luck!" Some disciples seized this opportunity and began to get in touch with Hu Tuan.

A sect of immortals, with a large number of people, is like a small Jianghu.

There are all kinds of people.

Hu Tuan gave a bitter smile.

At first, he didn't think there was anything. He didn't even pay attention to he youniang at all, but now he understands that he can let martial uncle Mingxing go and lend his sword to himself.

It can be seen how the strength of the other party is.

"Elder martial brother Hu Tuan, don't forget us when we are developed in the future!"

"Ha ha, younger martial brother Hu Tuan, since martial uncle Mingxing hates the woman called he youniang so much, why don't you knock her out on the court and give her a gift from the Duke of Zhou by the way, we can also enjoy the eye blessing!"

"It's noodles, younger martial brother Hu Tuan. It's good for you to eat some meat and let us have some soup!"

One by one, laughing.

It's frightening to hear what you say.

The speaker is actually joking.

But unexpectedly, Hu Tuan was inspired by this.

He began to think about how much favor he could brush at martial uncle Mingxing if he really did so

When Mingxing came out of the house and walked a distance, he suddenly stopped.

He turned and looked at an old man with a white lantern in his hand, in which a lotus bloomed.

"Master..." Ming Xingjian saluted quickly.

"Hum, you are bold!" The old man suddenly burst into a rage.

Mingxing quickly knelt down in fear.

Some of them looked like Hu Tuan kneeling down to him in the room before.

"Master, I don't know..."

"How did the little girl named he youniang provoke you?" The old man said coldly.

Mingxing, who knelt on the ground, looked bright and dark.

"So, master, I heard it."

The old man came up and sat cross legged.

"What do you want to do?"

"Force to sing." Mingxing said very bluntly.

He didn't hide anything from his master.

Say what you should say and what you shouldn't say.

From small to large, no matter what secrets were hidden in his heart, the master was always able to see clearly.

Fortunately, he is transparent in front of the master.

Moreover, in this matter, Mingxing doesn't think that if he doesn't say it, the master can't guess.

"Sing and shoot, and then you have a reason to kill him?" The old man frowned.

"Exactly."

"Hehe, you just want to kill him?"

Mingxing raised his head and his eyes turned red.

"Master, you can't die in vain!"

The old man sighed.

In fact, when he heard Mingxing make this arrangement outside the door, he already thought of it in his heart.

"Master, if you really wanted to stop me, you should have interrupted before, but you didn't show up after listening. Naturally, you allowed me to do it." Mingxing said with a smile.

"I know you have a good relationship with Mingwu, and you are all my disciples. Mingwu died in the secret place, but he really provoked and sang first. When he went, I told him again and again that he must not have a direct conflict with the people in the Dragon Pavilion. Obviously, he took my words as a breeze in his ear." The old man said helplessly.

Mingxing didn't speak.

He knew that his master's words had not been finished.

As he thought.

The old man just paused for a moment and then continued to say, "but what you said is also good. People of Xiaoshan sword sect can't die in vain, and Mingwu can't die in vain. If Fu Long wants to kill, I'll stop him, but singing is not paper."

"Don't worry, master. I will kill him!" Mingxing bit his teeth and said murderously.

The old man stood up, picked up the lanterns on the ground and bent down, just like the old man who had just returned from the vegetable market, carrying a bag of fruits and vegetables, farther and farther.

It's like, I didn't hear, I didn't see.

After a long time, Mingxing got up from the ground.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and the murderous look in his eyes did not abate.

"Singing must die."

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