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"Crash..."

Five or six meters away, a faintly visible dragon-shaped zhenqi emerged from the palm. It crashed into the water tank, split into five palm forces, impacted each other, and exploded instantly.

Five water dragons rushed out, roared and scattered, causing a large splash of water.

this……

Xie Anming couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. The force of this palm was so fierce that it was almost invisible. I'm afraid it would be difficult for ordinary monks in the Concentration Realm to do it, right?

Xie Anming is forty-five years old this year, and is only one step away from the state of concentration. He is very hopeful that he will enter the state of concentration before he is fifty.

His qualifications are already considered excellent. Meeting Chen Muyu today was an eye-opener. This kid is only in his twenties. How did he practice this Kung Fu?

At first, he wanted to spar with Chen Muyu, but now Chen Muyu struck out with his palm and shocked him instantly.

No matter how confident he was, he would not dare to fight against a strong person in the Concentration Realm. If that palm had hit him, he would have been seriously injured even if he had not been beaten to pieces.

"How is it? Do you want Taoist Master Xie to test it out?" Withdrawing his palm, Chen Muyu looked at Xie Anming with a smile.

Xie Anming laughed dryly, a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Chen, come with me!"

It's better to simply, Xie Anming is not stupid, he is asking for trouble by leaving here, so he leads Chen Muyu out of the courtyard gate and walks towards the back mountain.

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On the mountain behind Qianyuan Peak, there is a tall tower called Jiulao Pagoda.

This Jiulao Pagoda was built in a dense forest called Jiulao Lin. Legend has it that when Laojun Temple was at its peak, nine seniors who had reached the Void Refining Realm lived here in seclusion and practiced cultivation. This pagoda was also built for those nine people, so Got this name.

It's just that time has changed, and the tower is still there today, but the nine seniors have long since turned into bone scorpions.

The current Jiulao Pagoda has been repaired and has electricity. The conditions are much better than before.

In Laojun Temple, the Jiulao Pagoda is still very sacred. Disciples are not allowed to approach here without permission. Under normal circumstances, only a few old people of the second generation can come here to practice in seclusion. Those of the An Zi generation want to come. You must apply and get approval from the leader.

In Lao Jun Guan's current view, there are only three seniors left. In addition to Mo Zaiyan, You Songshan is also a senior, and Wei Zaiyun, who was seriously injured by Chen Muyu's lightning, is also a senior.

Now the three people of Zaiyan's generation are not on the mountain. The person in charge of the temple is Xie Anming, Mo Zaiyan's second disciple.

Chen Muyu was a little confused. What kind of big shot was Xie Anming taking him to meet?

Since he is a big shot, why didn't Mo Zaiyan rush back to receive him? Did you go to the provincial capital for fun?

"Mr. Chen, I will send it here!"

In front of the Jiulao Pagoda, Xie Anming stopped and did not dare to go any further.

Looking up, there is an open space surrounded by a flower garden, and in the middle is a tall octagonal tower, small at the top and large at the bottom, with nine floors.

There are wind chimes hanging under the eaves at the corner of the tower. When the wind blows, the bells jingle and the sound is very sweet.

Chen Muyu looked at Xie Anming in confusion, thinking that this man was holding back some evil thoughts and wanted to trick him into the tower. Did he arrange something in the tower to deal with him?

Xie Anming laughed dryly, seeming to sense Chen Muyu's doubts, "This ancient senior in Tali has a very noble status. He was the president of the Xichuan Martial Arts Association for the past two terms. He has been living in our Laojun Temple in recent years. It is said that his age He is over 100 years old, and all teachers must perform the junior ceremony in front of him. Mr. Chen, when you go in and meet his old man later, be sure to be respectful..."

"oh?"

Chen Muyu's face showed a bit of surprise. He was over a hundred years old and was the president of the Xichuan Martial Arts Association for the past two terms. He sounded like he was a really great person.

"Didn't you fool me?" Chen Muyu looked at Xie Anming questioningly.

Xie Anming smiled bitterly, "I don't dare to joke about this kind of thing. A few days ago, Senior Gu learned about your existence from my master and wanted to meet you. Originally, my master had sent someone to invite you today, but it turned out that you When they came to Qingshen Mountain, they notified me, and then they hurriedly sent people down the mountain to greet them..."

"Taoist Priest, the ugly words are ahead. If you are trying to trick me, don't blame me for trying to trick you!" Chen Muyu warned.

Xie Anming waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, just go in and I'll wait for you here! The eighth floor!"

…

Open the door and enter the tower!

The first floor is like a hall. The marble floor is very bright. The surrounding walls are full of reliefs. Men and women in ancient costumes are dancing with swords. It looks like a set of secret sword techniques.

There are no stairs, but there is a small elevator.

It really keeps pace with the times. It's a good ancient pagoda, but it's made fancy and nondescript.

However, what about the rich Laojun Guan?

When he came in, Xie Anming gave Chen Muyu an elevator card. If he wanted to use this elevator, he needed permission.

After swiping, the elevator door opened, and Chen Muyu pressed the button for the eighth floor!

As soon as the door closed and slowly rose, Chen Muyu felt a little puzzled. Why did a senior in the martial arts world who was more than a hundred years old go to such trouble to invite him to meet here?

Soon, we reached the eighth floor.

The elevator door opens.

A sweet fragrance hit my nostrils.

Because the space in the tower is not large, the space on the eighth floor is only about thirty square meters at most, just like a studio apartment. The elevator door is facing a retro mahogany lattice door.

Close to the window grilles and hanging door curtains, you can see vaguely inside, as if there are people, but you can't see clearly.

"I wonder which senior wants to see me? Junior Chen Muyu, hello!"

An old man who is over a hundred years old is very popular. Chen Muyu still understands the most basic courtesy.

While talking, I peeked into the crack of the door secretly, but couldn't see anything vaguely.

It's just the smell permeating the air that makes Chen Muyu feel a little weird. This smell doesn't look like a man's room at all, but more like a woman's boudoir.

Is it possible that this ancient senior is a woman?

"Keng, Keng, Keng..."

What responded to Chen Muyu was a burst of pleasant piano music.

The melody was melodious and very gentle. It was the sound of the guzheng. Chen Muyu couldn't tell what the music was, but it just felt good.

It was not a problem to stand like this. Chen Muyu stepped forward and pushed the door. The door had no latch and opened with a slight push.

The room is not big. Facing the door is an ancient red lacquered wooden bed with neatly folded quilts.

Beside the left-hand wall is a low incense table with an incense burner on it and a scroll hanging on the wall.

On the right hand side is a window. In front of the window is a long table with a guzheng on it. A woman is sitting on a futon in front of the piano, her fingers gently playing with the strings, and the sweet notes flow between her fingers. , echoing inside and outside the tower, with profound artistic conception.

Why do you say it's a woman?

Wearing a pure white dress, with long hair hanging behind her back, and a very graceful figure, Chen Muyu's first impression reminded Chen Muyu of Bai Suzhen who was imprisoned under Leifeng Pagoda.

Just looking at a back figure can easily make people have wild imaginations, but when they think about the fact that this is an old man who is over a hundred years old, that feeling disappears.