Murong Fu Dongfangqing

After dismissing the little mute, Murong Fu took out the Chixiao Sword, spread the power of the Tianyuan Sword in all directions to cover the entire courtyard, and devoted himself to cultivation for the first time.

Since defeating the Imam, he has not seriously practiced martial arts for a long time. Of course, there are reasons for this, but the root cause is that he consciously reached the peak of martial arts, and his enterprising mind faded when he was full of ambition. Yes, hang out with women all day long.

Now, Ah Qing's mysterious fellow disciple appeared first, and then a strange and unpredictable Japanese master popped up. This could not but arouse his vigilance. There are still masters in the world, how many are there?I don't know, if one or two come out, he thinks he can handle it, but what if three or four come out, or even more?This is still a master of almost the same level. God knows if there are any old monsters in this world who have reached a deeper level of martial arts.

Still can't slack off!

But then again, with his current skill, it is extremely difficult to improve his true energy. Under normal circumstances, he would meditate for seven or eight days without sleep, and his true energy would only increase by a small amount, and he could clearly feel it. He realized that the air of heaven and earth in ordinary places could no longer meet his needs, unless he found some blessed lands of spiritual mountains with extremely rich air of heaven and earth, which might benefit him. Even if he had the spare time, he might not be willing to go.

Of course, besides meditating, he still has two ways to increase his power, one is the Beiming Divine Art, and the other is the technique of dual cultivation. The hidden danger of this internal skill has been reduced to the minimum, but it is not without it. He is now a metamorphosis of heaven and man. If he wants to increase his internal force by devouring others, how many people do he need to devour to see the effect?It is estimated to be an astronomical figure.

As for the technique of double cultivation, let alone, he has only met Ah Qing as a woman in the metamorphosis state, and they all disappeared without a trace, and he even repaired a hammer.

"Oh, it's too difficult for me..." Murong Fu sighed, gave up the idea of ​​raising his true energy, pondered for a while, a fine golden halo appeared on his body...

Time flies, three days have passed, and with the arrival of anti-Qing forces one by one, the originally quiet Lanling Mountain suddenly became lively. In addition, the Golden Snake Camp seemed to be making some big moves, and the army was mobilized very frequently.

At this time, the sun was high, and the small courtyard was extremely quiet. The warm sunlight shone on the courtyard, and when the breeze blew, a few camellias of good quality swayed gently, and the faint fragrance swayed leisurely.

The little mute squatted on the ground, fiddling with a new seedling in his hand, his forehead was covered with crystal beads of sweat, his little face was a little pale, but he was meticulous and his movements were gentle. He occasionally turned his head to look at the main room, and saw that the door was closed tightly. She went back to tinkering with her camellias.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound, and a strong wind blew from all directions. The little mute was startled. When he looked up, he saw the Excalibur hanging above the roof shaking violently, hanging down around the courtyard. His sword thread was also tumbling like boiling water.

The little mute looked at this scene in bewilderment. The camellias in full bloom in the courtyard had been blown to pieces, and there was only a new seedling crumbling under her feet. open.

At this moment, the sound of "Hum" sounded like Huang Zhong Dalu's voice, and in an instant, it was radiant and majestic, and a phantom of a golden Buddha quickly solidified in the air. There are bursts of Sanskrit sounds coming from outside the sky.

The little mute had never seen such a vision before. After a little pause, he subconsciously knelt down and prayed sincerely.

At the same time, the people from the Golden Snake Camp outside the courtyard who were in charge of monitoring Murong Fu's courtyard were also terrified, and there were not a few people who knelt down and kowtowed in fear.

It's no wonder that they are like this. The purpose of Buddhist martial arts is to save the world with compassion. This point is more vividly reflected in Tantric martial arts. Saying a few words of Zen tricks almost got Murong Fu enlightened, now Murong Fu's kung fu is far superior to Ba Siba, the visions produced by his practice of esoteric martial arts are not something these people can resist.

Time passed and a stick of incense passed, and the golden Buddha in mid-air gradually faded away until

It disappeared completely, and the people in the Golden Snake Camp remembered to report to Yuan Chengzhi.

In the courtyard, the little mute was still praying with his eyes closed, when suddenly a gentle voice rang in his ear, "If you have any wish, you might as well tell me, maybe I can help you make it come true."

The little mute was startled, opened his eyes, only to find that Murong Fu was standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

She blushed, pointing at the void where the Golden Buddha appeared just now, with doubts in her eyes.

Murong Fu helped her up with one hand, and explained with a light smile, "That's not a manifestation of the Buddha, but a vision produced by my practice."

Only then did the little mute suddenly think of something, and hurriedly turned around to see that Xinmiao behind him was unbearably ravaged and dying.

"Why, you know how to grow flowers?" Murong Fu asked rather surprised.

The little mute nodded, his face darkened slightly.

Seeing this situation, Murong Fu couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, he had an idea, he spread his palm, a cut was made, and a drop of pale golden blood was forced out.

The little mute stared blankly at this scene, his face full of puzzlement.

Murong Fu dripped his blood on the young flowering trees, and then explained, "My blood has the miraculous effect of curing diseases and saving lives, but I don't know if it has any effect on plants, so let's try it."

In addition to being surprised, the little mute looked a little strangely at the little sapling.

"These few days...forget it." Murong Fu stretched out his hand and withdrew the Scarlet Firmament Sword. He wanted to ask what happened in the Golden Snake Camp these few days. When he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was a mute, so he had to give up. It's really inconvenient to have no one around.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps outside the courtyard, and a clear and indifferent voice shouted from a distance, "Mr.

It was Wen Qingqing who came.

Murong Fu was not surprised, he replied brightly, "Everyone, please come in."

After a while, Wen Qingqing walked in quickly, followed by Cui Qiushan, Tie Luohan, Mu Sang Taoist and several other leaders of the Golden Snake Camp who were as light as they were, and there was another familiar face,

He was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a sallow complexion, and looked like a businessman. He held an iron abacus in his left hand and a copper pen in his right. He looked very strange.

Murong Fu didn't know this person, but seeing the strong hatred in his brows, he guessed that most of them are related to Feng Nandi, or they are the elders of the teacher's school.

He really guessed right, this person is Feng Nandi's master, Huang Zhen, the chief disciple of the Divine Sword Immortal Ape, nicknamed "Bronze Pen and Iron Abacus". , in Huashan Yinzong's lineage, except for Mu Renqing and Yuan Chengzhi who had practiced the Golden Snake Sword Technique, he counted the highest martial arts, and even Gui Xinshu and his wife were not his opponents fighting alone.

Of course, for Murong Fu, even if his martial arts were three times higher, he would not pay attention to him. He glanced roughly, and finally fell on Taoist Mu Sang, "After a few months, the Taoist priest still has the same demeanor!"

Taoist Mu Sang stroked his white beard, and said with a pleasant face, "You can't compare to my son's merits and good fortune, and I envy others."

"The Taoist priest is too much, everyone, please go to the hall to talk." Murong Fu said politely, and when everyone entered the hall, he said to the little mute, "Go get some food to fill your stomach first."

He naturally knew that the little mute was trapped in the yard by his sword force and hadn't eaten for three days.

Murong Fu walked into the hall, sat straight at the top, looked around, and asked pretending not to know, "I don't know if you are here, do you have any advice?"

"What advice?" Wen Qingqing slapped the table with a slap, and said in a stern voice, "Murong Fu, you blatantly injured my Brother Jinsheying, causing his meridians to be severed and his martial arts to be lost. Shouldn't this matter be given to me? Golden Snake Camp, give Huashan faction an explanation?"

Murong Fu patted his forehead, "I'm really to blame for this matter. I originally planned to explain the situation to King Yuan the next day, but I didn't expect to be fascinated by the practice and delay the matter. It's all my fault."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was so angry that their teeth itch. Does your expression of not being apologetic at all seem like you are sincerely admitting your mistakes?Besides, the whole story is not right or wrong, okay?

Wen Qingqing gouges out fiercely

Glancing at him, he snorted coldly, "Since that's the case, please tell me, Mr. Murong, what kind of enmity does my Brother Jin Snake Camp have with you, that he wants to be deprived of all his meridians and become a useless person from now on?"

In fact, she already knew the whole story. As a woman, she was very disdainful of Feng Nandi's behavior, and she didn't want to care about it from the bottom of her heart, but as a member of the Golden Snake Camp, she had to stand by the Golden Snake Camp , now that the situation is special, it is inconvenient for Yuan Chengzhi to come forward to embarrass Murong Fu, but the face of the Golden Snake Camp and the thoughts of the brothers at the bottom cannot be ignored, so she came forward to ask Murong Fuxingshi to question her. This is an attitude.

It was easy for Murong Fu to see what she was thinking, and said with a slight smile, "No grievance, no enmity, he just had a bad life, and he committed a crime and ran into my hand. I will say the same thing, I will kill this kind of person every time I see him." , Seeing two killing one pair, if someone wants to avenge them, that's fine, it means that there is a nest of snakes and rats working together, I welcome it without any obligation."

At the end, he glanced at Huang Zhen intentionally or unintentionally.

Rao is Huang Zhen's well-known good temper, and he couldn't hold back at this moment. He stood up and laughed angrily, "Hahaha, what a nest of snakes and rats. I don't want to change my name if I want to sit or change my surname to Huang Zhen. That villain's tutor, Mr. Murong, has supernatural powers, so why not kill this old man as well!"

Everyone's face changed slightly when they heard the words, they knew that Murong Fu never acted with scruples, otherwise Feng Nandi's meridians would not have been abolished three days ago.

Sure enough, Murong Fu nodded earnestly very quickly, "You don't need supernatural skills to kill you, but I have a suggestion, you might as well call all your disciples and grandchildren, and I will kill them all at once to save trouble."

"You..." Huang Zhen never thought that this person would be so arrogant. With a flick of his left wrist, the iron abacus crackled, and three beads shot out, directly targeting Murong Fu's eyes, throat and left chest. The shot can also be called fierce and fierce.

Murong Fu smiled contemptuously, and was about to make a move, but Taoist Mu Sang took a step ahead, swung his arm, and three beads floated into his sleeve, but he sternly shouted, "Presumptuous, when is it your turn to speak here? "

(End of this chapter)