Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Murong Fu rubbed the sword in his hand, looked around, and said with a smile, "Of course it's a good sword, but you heard it too, people will come back to get it, if you want, I can give it to you."

He seemed to be speaking to Yuan Ziyi, but he was actually speaking to everyone. At this moment, all the martial arts practitioners in Li Zhuang had gathered and watched from a distance. No one could see the shocking battle just now. This sword is definitely a magic weapon, it is hard not to be indifferent.

Yuan Ziyi was not stupid, so he could hear his intentions, sticking out his tongue, "I just asked, where do I want it, this kind of hot thing, if you take it, you will die."

After finishing speaking, he blinked at Murong Fu, which obviously meant to ask, do you want to call the army over?

Murong Fu smiled lightly and shook his head, "No need, I haven't killed people for a long time, if someone is really not smart enough, I don't mind giving him a ride."

As soon as these words came out, the air suddenly became cold, and everyone was shocked, and quickly looked away from the sword.

"Mr. Murong," Hu Fei came over, cupped his hands and said, "If there is a need, just inform Hu, and Hu will never refuse."

People treated each other with courtesy, Murong Fu certainly would not be cold-faced, and immediately replied, "Thank you, brother Hu, I won't be polite when necessary."

Hu Fei smiled heartily, and walked towards the third young lady in the crowd, "Mrs. Zhuang, I'm afraid you can't live in this yard. All the brothers live and live for free these days, and they haven't done much work. Why don't you just let me take care of you?" Waiting to help clean up one or two, and build another big house, what do the brothers think?"

The last sentence was turned to many martial arts people.

Third Young Mistress Zhuang was thinking about Murong Fu's attack, her mind was in a trance, before she could speak, everyone already applauded, she could only nod her head in response.

"Shuang'er, let's go." Murong Fu picked up the Scarlet Heaven Sword and left with Shuang'er and Chen Yuanyuan.

Although everyone's eyes were hot, none of them really dared to make a move. After all, Murong Fu's overpowering aura just now made everyone feel terrified.

Back at Shuang'er's residence, Murong Fu sent Chen Yuanyuan away first, and then carefully observed the sword he just got.

Shuang'er next to him was hesitant to speak, and after a long while, he whispered, "Master, what is going on, why...why..."

Murong Fu raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Do you want to ask if this has anything to do with the Third Young Mistress?"

Everyone in the Zhuang family knew that Murong Fu entered the secret room with the Third Young Mistress, and soon there was a big fight. It was obviously impossible to say that it had nothing to do with the Third Young Mistress. Shuang'er was most worried about the conflict between Murong Fu and the Third Young Mistress Zhuang.

Murong Fu pondered for a while, and didn't say much, "Don't worry, even if it's related to the Third Young Mistress, for Shuang'er's sake, I won't argue with her."

When Shuang'er heard this, she couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, not because her husband was not generous enough, but because she didn't want any rift between him and the third young mistress, not at all.

"Okay, don't make a bitter face. If the third young mistress really got involved with something, I will only blame it on Shuang'er, and I won't bear any grudges against her. What happened in the past is what will happen in the future." Murong Fu pinched his hands. Son's small face, if there is a deep meaning to say.

Hearing this, Shuang'er smiled, revealing a pair of cute little dimples, and wrapped his hands around the tiger's waist involuntarily, "Thank you, Mr.

"Silly girl, what's there to thank for this, please don't eat my tofu, let me see what kind of sword this is." Murong Fu said seriously.

Shuang'er blushed, and hurriedly let go, and then couldn't help but give him a blank look, Mr. Xiang is always so bad, how could he eat your tofu...

Murong Fu raised the sword in his hand, looked it over and over again, he didn't see anything special except for its magnificence, his eyes flickered, and he held the hilt of the sword with one hand, exerted a little force, and remained motionless.

He increased his strength a little more, but he still couldn't pull it out. As the third young lady said, this sword is not easy to pull out.

But Murong Fu didn't believe in this evil, tried a few times to no avail, his temper immediately became angry, he threw the sword backhand, stomped on his feet, and then asked Shuang'er, "Shuang'er, is there a cesspit in the house?" ?”

Shuang'er was taken aback, "Yes."

"Go, throw it into the cesspit to soak for two days, then hand it over to the manure picker, and tell him to pick up manure with this broken sword every day, hmph, are you still stubborn with me? I want to see if your bones are so Hard." Murong Fu said angrily.

After hearing what he said, Shuang'er couldn't help but be a bit dumbfounded, and hesitated, "Are you really going?"

"Nonsense, go quickly." Murong Fu said angrily.

Shuang'er had no choice but to nod, but when she bent down to pick up the sword, the sword suddenly flew up automatically, and returned to Murong Fu's body, hanging in the air, buzzing and trembling.

"Are you begging me?" Murong Fu asked with a proud tone.

The sword tapped up and down twice.

It has to be said that this sword is really strong in spirituality. Not only can it "listen" to understand his words, but it can even respond. Before, he thought that all the strange behaviors of this sword were all due to someone secretly manipulating it. Now it seems that manipulation is just Partly, the spirituality of this sword is not compromised.

"Still pretending to be arrogant with me, why do you have it? Let me tell you, I'm in a bad mood right now, and I may feed you to other divine swords to digest at any time. It's best not to mess with me!"

The sword hangs there quietly, I don't know if it's because of limited understanding, or if it's silent.

"Okay, since you begged me, I'll try to take a look and pull it out myself." Murong Fu said after a few words, "reluctantly".

After the words fell, there was a clear sound of "Zheng", and a group of brilliance slowly bloomed out, like a lotus emerging from water, graceful and clear, noble and elegant, the sword body was slender, integrated, as if made by nature, and the sharpness of the blade was exposed , deep and distant, near the hilt of the sword, there is a nebula pattern, and two small ancient characters in seal script are engraved in the middle, "Pure Jun".

"It turned out to be Chun Jun?" Murong Fu's eyes widened, his face was full of surprise.

Of course he has also heard the legend about Chunjun. Chunjun was also made by Ou Yezi, and it is as famous as Zhanlu, Juque, Chixiao, and Longyuan (Longquan). In other words, this sword is as powerful as Chixiao, Chixiao, Longquan and others should be about the same, but judging from the situation just now, this sword is much stronger than the Chixiao Sword in his hand in terms of power and spirituality, which is really beyond his expectation.

Shuang'er was attracted by the brilliance of the divine sword in the sky, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and couldn't help asking, "Master, is Chunjun the name of this sword?"

"That's right." Murong Fu nodded, and then stretched out his hand to move, Chun Jun flew into his hand automatically, the brilliance faded away, but the beauty remained the same.

Murong Fu observed for a while, his eyes flickered, and his face gradually became complicated. The last girl who gave him a sword has not heard of it until now, it's as if the world has evaporated.

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