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Chapter 165 The Old Man in the Tower! 【First update】

"boom……"

"Crash..."

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

Five water dragons rushed out, roaring and scattered, setting off a large spray.

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 already in shape, I'm afraid it would be difficult for ordinary monks in the concentration state to do it?

Xie Anming is 45 years old this year, and he is only one step away from the state of concentration. He is very hopeful that he will enter the state of concentration before the age of 50.

His aptitude is already considered superior, meeting Chen Muyu today is an eye-opener, this kid is only in his twenties, how did he practice this kung fu?

At first, he really wanted to make gestures with Chen Muyu, but now that Chen Muyu struck out with his palm, he was shocked instantly.

No matter how confident he was, he would not dare to fight against a strong man in the concentration state. If the palm hit him just now, even if he was not beaten to pieces, he would probably be seriously injured.

"How is it? Daoist Xie, do you still want to test?" Chen Muyu withdrew his palm and looked at Xie Anming with a smile.

Xie Anming gave a dry laugh, a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Chen, come with me!"

It was straightforward, Xie Anming was not stupid, he was asking for trouble here, and Dang even led Chen Muyu out of the courtyard and walked towards the back mountain.

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On the back mountain of Qianyuan Peak, there is a tall pagoda named Jiulao Pagoda.

The Nine-Old Pagoda is built in a dense forest called Nine-Old Forest. It is said that when Laojunguan was at its peak, nine seniors who had reached the Void Refining Realm once lived in seclusion and practiced here. 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 those nine seniors have already turned into bone scorpions.

Now the Jiulao Pagoda has been repaired and connected to electricity, so the conditions are much better than before.

In Laojunguan, the Nine-Old Pagoda is still very sacred, and 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 retreat and practice. An application must be made, and the head of the sect must approve it.

In the current Laojunguan, there are only three people of the next generation, besides Mo Zaiyan, You Songshan is also the next generation, and Wei Zaiyun, who was severely injured by Chen Muyu's lightning, is also the next generation.

None of the three people of the previous generation were on the mountain, and the person in charge of the temple was Xie Anming, Mo Zaiyan's second apprentice.

Chen Muyu was a little puzzled, what kind of big man was Xie Anming taking him to meet?

Since he is a big shot, why didn't Mo Zaiyan rush back to receive him?Still went to the provincial capital to be chic?
"Mr. Chen, I'll send it here!"

In front of the Nine-Old Pagoda, Xie Anming stopped, not daring to go any further.

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

There are wind chimes hanging under the eaves of the tower corners. When the wind blows, the jingle bells ring, and the sound is very pleasant.

Chen Muyu looked at Xie Anming suspiciously, thinking that this person must be holding back some bad water, trying to trick himself into the tower, and arrange something to clean him up in the tower, right?

Xie Anming gave a dry laugh, as if he felt Chen Muyu's doubts, "This ancient senior in the tower has a very valuable status. He is the president of the Xichuan Martial Arts Association for the last two terms. He's over a hundred years old, and his family teacher will perform junior ceremony in front of him, Mr. Chen, after you go in and meet his old man, please, please be respectful..."

"Oh?"

A bit of surprise appeared on Chen Muyu's face. He was more than 100 years old, and he was also the president of the Xichuan Martial Arts Association for the previous two terms. It sounds like he is really an extraordinary person.

"Did you fool me?" Chen Muyu looked at Xie Anming questioningly.

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

"Master Dao, the ugly words are up front, if you play tricks on me, don't blame me for playing tricks on you!" Chen Muyu warned.

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

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Push open the door and enter the tower!
The first floor is like a hall, the marble floor is very bright, and the surrounding walls are full of reliefs, men and women in ancient costumes, holding swords and dancing, it looks like a set of swordsmanship cheats.

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

It is really advancing with the times, a good ancient pagoda, which is gaudy and nondescript.

However, what about Laojun Guan, who is rich?

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

After swiping, the elevator door opened, and Chen Muyu directly pressed the eighth floor!
As soon as the door was closed and slowly ascended, Chen Muyu was a little puzzled, what is the reason for a 100-year-old senior in the martial arts world who took so much trouble to invite himself here to meet?

Soon, we reached the eighth floor.

The elevator door opened.

A sweet fragrance came to the nostrils.

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

The window grilles are pasted and the door curtains are hung. It looks vaguely inside, as if someone is there, but they can't see clearly.

"I don't know which senior wants to see me? The junior Chen Muyu greets me!"

An old man who is over a hundred years old is a human being, and Chen Muyu still understands the most basic manners.

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

It's just that the smell in the air made 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.

Could it be that this ancient senior is a woman?

"Keng, Keng, Keng..."

What responded to Chen Muyu was a pleasant sound of the piano.

The tune is melodious and very gentle, it is the sound of Guzheng, Chen Muyu can't tell what it is, but it sounds good.

Standing like this is not a problem, Chen Muyu stepped forward and pushed the door, the door was not latched, and it opened with a light push.

The room is not big, facing the door is an ancient red lacquered wooden bed, the quilt on the bed is neatly folded.

Next to the wall on the left is a low incense table with an incense burner on it and a scroll of paintings hanging on the wall.

The right hand side is against the window, and in front of the window is a long table with a Guzheng on it. A woman is sitting on the futon in front of the table, her ten fingers are gently flicking the strings, and the melodious notes flow between her fingers , reverberating inside and outside the tower, with profound artistic conception.

Why do you say it's a woman?
Dressed in a pure white dress, with long hair hanging behind her back, she has a very graceful figure. The first impression made Chen Muyu think of Bai Suzhen who was imprisoned under the Leifeng Pagoda.

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

　Thanks to the egg bandit brother for the 500 coins reward, thanks to the "book friend 161028223254915" brother for the 100 coins reward, and thanks to the old brother for the 100 coins reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)