Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Murong Fu returned to his seat and sat down. Taoist Mu Sang breathed a sigh of relief, and continued, "Little friend is really hard to deal with. It's also my fault that the old Taoist slipped his mouth. In fact, it's nothing to listen to you. Many people are concerned about this matter." Yes, it's just that they don't know that Chengzhi and Qingqing only have the name of husband and wife, not the reality of husband and wife."

Murong gave him a blank look, "Then how did you know?"

Taoist Mu Sang blushed, picked up his teacup and sipped his saliva to hide his embarrassment, and then said, "You should have heard about Qingqing's life experience, the reason why this child married Cheng Zhi is very simple, just because of her mother's words Last words, ten years ago..."

Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu suddenly flicked his sleeves, and the teacups on the table flew up quickly, all of them greeted Taoist Mu Sang's old face.

Taoist Mu Sang was startled, and leaned over, bringing up a series of afterimages, the teacup roared past, and smashed into the empty space.

"Yo, lightness kung fu is not bad." Murong Fuyin laughed, and waved again, the majestic force poured out, in an instant, the tables, chairs and benches in the whole hall buzzed and trembled, and then flew up by themselves.

The smug smile on Taoist Mu Sang's face froze slightly, and he waved his hands hastily, "Don't, don't, my friend, don't be impulsive, my old man can't help you make every move."

When Murong Fu saw him begging for mercy, he didn't want to make a real move, he clenched his palm out of thin air, and there was a soft popping sound, the tables, chairs and benches in the air were instantly distorted and deformed, bit by bit they were shattered into dross.

The corners of Taoist Mu Sang's eyes twitched. If he thought just now that even if he couldn't beat him, he could escape with his proud lightness skill, but now...he has no idea at all. This person is no longer a human, but a monster, and an evildoer ...

At this moment, Murong Fu lost all his strength, stood up with a cold snort, "Just pretend I never came in."

After speaking, he pretended to leave.

"Hey, hey," Taoist Mu Sang didn't seem to understand what he meant, and hurriedly stopped in front of him, "What's the matter, little friend, you said well, why are you leaving again?"

Murong Fu sneered and said, "Master Dao, don't fool me with those old and rotten things. What I want to hear is something I don't know. If you can't tell, then don't waste everyone's time."

Taoist Mu Sang couldn't help being silent after hearing this, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed heavily

, pointing to the chair behind Murong Fu, and then he himself sat back.

Murong Fu saw that his expression was complicated, quite dignified, it seemed that he was going to tell the truth, so he sat back after thinking for a while.

Taoist Mu Sang was silent again, and after a long time, he said slowly, "A few years ago, Yu Zhenzi, the teacher's younger brother, found the iron sword of the master's door and used it to force him. If you want to pay homage to the late master, by the way, see if the late master has left any way to restrict the younger brother."

Murong Fu also knew a little about the rules of the Iron Sword Sect. Seeing the Iron Sword was like seeing the patriarch, and all members of the sect had to obey the orders of the Iron Sword Master, but what does this have to do with Wen Qingqing?

Murong Fu felt a little impatient, but he still endured it, and asked angrily, "Then did you find it?"

Taoist Mu Sang shook his head, "No, maybe the first master didn't expect that the younger brother could find the iron sword, let alone that he would become a villain who would rape and plunder."

"Okay, hurry up and talk about things, don't ramble." Murong Fu rolled his eyes and said very shamelessly.

Taoist Mu Sang didn't care, and continued, "When the old Taoist was looking for the relics of his ancestors, he accidentally found an ancient book called 'Mengling Chess Book'. The more fascinated he was, he almost forgot to sleep and eat, until a few months later, the old man suddenly realized that this is not a game book at all."

"It's not a chess record, but can it be a martial arts secret book?" Murong Fu continued bored.

Taoist Mu Sang nodded seriously, "That's right, that's a secret book of martial arts."

"What martial arts?" Murong Fu suddenly became interested.

Taoist Mu Sang hesitated for a moment, then sighed again, "That is an evil art that uses chess techniques to lull people into dreams and confuse people's minds. Its original name should be 'Mengling Dafa'."

"Huh? Carrying people into a dream?" Murong Fu was dumbfounded when he heard that, "Expand and talk about it, how to send people into a dream?"

"This..." Taoist Mu Sang's eyes flashed, "Simply speaking, a practitioner can make people fall into a dream by playing chess, and manipulate their dreams at will. If they practice deeply, they can even achieve the effect of tampering with other people's memories."

"That's it?" Murong Fu couldn't help being disappointed when he heard this.

There is no difference between hypnotism. It is said that hypnosis can also tamper with people's memory if it is practiced to the depth. This so-called Dream Spirit Dafa is just changing props, changing coins into chess pieces or chessboards or something.

In fact, even in this world, the method of hypnosis with objects is not uncommon, Murong Fu has personally experienced it.Thinking back to when he played Yi Zhenlong with Su Xinghe in Zhenlong Chess Valley, he fell into an illusion unknowingly and almost couldn't extricate himself.

It's just that he has always thought that it was because Zhenlong's chess game was too profound and wonderful. Now it seems that Wu Yazi should be proficient in some kind of method similar to Mengling Dafa. People add difficulty.

Taoist Mu Sang didn't know what was going on in his mind, but when he saw his indifference, he immediately became determined to win, and emphasized, "Don't underestimate that kung fu, my friend, it is definitely not the third-rate kung fu in the world. The kung fu of obsessing the mind and soul is comparable."

"Yes, yes, it's powerful. The Mengling Dafa is indeed very powerful, and this junior admires it." Murong Fu said something perfunctory, and then changed the topic, "So you used it on Qingqing?"

After hearing this, he didn't understand, the old man said so much, but the only useful thing was to confuse people's minds, who else could this "person" be besides Wen Qingqing?

Taoist Mu Sang could easily see his perfunctory, he was about to blow his beard and stare, but when he heard what he said behind him, he couldn't help but feel suffocated, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, and the expressions of dejection and shame flashed across his face one after another .

Seeing this, Murong Fu couldn't help feeling angry, "It's a shame that you are still a respected martial arts senior and a master of Taoism, but you actually use such methods against a junior, it's really filthy!"

"I..." Taoist Mu Sang wanted to defend something, but the words seemed a little weak at the end of his mouth, and finally sighed, "Whether you believe it or not, the old Taoist did it unintentionally. When he discovered the existence of the evil law, the old Taoist I wanted to destroy it, but the way of chess written in it is also extremely exquisite, the old Taoist really couldn't do it, so he had an idea."

"Separate the way of chess from evil?" Murong Fu glared at him angrily, and said.

Taoist Mu Sang nodded, "That's right, the old Taoist really thought so, but after studying it, he found that if he didn't understand the evil method first, it would be impossible to talk about stripping.

So the old Taoist hesitated again and again, and decided to try enlightenment. "

"Hmph, it sounds so nice, it's just practice."

Taoist Mu Sang didn't care, "By chance, Qingqing ran into the residence of the old Taoist by mistake. Seeing that the old man was at a loss for what to do with the chess game, she thought that the old man was studying the way of chess, so she made a foolish move. In fact, the old man was on the verge of going mad at that time. , unable to move her body, unable to speak, this move of her just saved the old Taoist, but it also trapped herself in it."

This time Murong Fu didn't interrupt, and his face became a little dignified. Although he had never fought against Taoist Mu Sang, he could tell that this old man was full of energy, with a long breath, and his skill was deeper than that of Yuan Chengzhi and Chen Jinnan. He is not bad at all, and with his profound chess skills, the Dream Spirit Dafa can make him go mad, and he is definitely not an ordinary person.

"and after?"

"When the old Taoist regained her sanity, Qingqing had fallen into a nightmare and couldn't extricate herself. In desperation, the old Taoist had no choice but to use the book to motivate her mind, and make the best use of the situation to transform all her negative emotions into love for Chengzhi."

Hearing this, Murong Fu lost his composure, stood up quickly, pointed at Taoist Mu Sang's nose and scolded, "Well, you evil Taoist, you are sorry for doing such despicable, shameless, nasty things. Is the Taoist robe you are wearing worthy of your conscience? If I were you, I would rather kill you with a headshot!"

Taoist Mu Sang couldn't help giving him a strange look when he heard the last one, which obviously meant that you did more nasty things than me, why don't you die?

But seeing that Murong Fu was about to lose his temper again, he quickly lost his expression, and said with a wry smile, "The situation was extremely critical at that time, the old Taoist really had no other way, if it was a quarter and a half later, the girl would have died on the spot, not to mention the old Taoist opinion at that time , Qingqing and Chengzhi were born and died countless times, and after going through wind and rain, they are truly a match made in heaven, a golden boy..."

After talking about it, he suddenly saw that Murong Fu's expression was not right, he stopped hastily, and said instead, "At the time, the old Taoist thought that doing that would not only save Qingqing, but also make a good relationship. It really kills two birds with one stone.

"What happened later?" Murong Fu couldn't help asking.

"Later...later..." Taoist Mu Sang hesitated for a while, and said with a complicated expression, "later

On the wedding night, Qingqing's temperament changed drastically, as if she had become another person. "

"How to say?"

"She was terribly calm, without the slightest emotion that a human being should have, and completely without the usual kindness. The most bizarre thing is that her skill suddenly soared by more than ten times. That night, like a female Shura, she killed anyone she saw. .”

"What?" Murong Fu was taken aback. Wen Qingqing might be eccentric and perverted, but if she said that she would kill anyone she saw, she couldn't imagine what kind of scene it would be.

Taoist Mu Sang also sighed, "It's true. If Chengzhi hadn't discovered and restrained her in time that day, the people in the whole street would have been hard to escape."

Murong Fu suppressed the shock in his heart reluctantly, and asked, "Is it because of Mengling Dafa?"

"I don't think there is any other reason. The Meng Ling Dafa is an evil skill, and the old Taoists can't practice it properly. It is reasonable to make mistakes."

Murong Fu was silent for a moment, "Does Qingqing know?"

"I don't know," Taoist Mu Sang shook his head, "Everyone who saw Qingqing that night, except Cheng Zhi and Lao Dao, died at her hands. After that, she was in a coma for a day and a night, and she couldn't remember anything when she woke up. We Of course I won't talk to her again."

"Yuan Chengzhi also knows about Mengling Dafa?"

"Chengzhi learned about it later, and that's why he never touched Qingqing. This child is very stubborn in his bones. He thinks that Qingqing is only influenced by Mengling Dafa, not really loving him, so he must wait for her to return to normal. Only after that did I agree to consummate the house with her...with her."

"So that's how it is." Murong Fu was stunned. With Yuan Chengzhi's "integrity", it's normal to admit death. If Murong Fu was replaced by him, he would definitely have to eat up before talking about it, but he really didn't expect Wen Qingqing. There is such a strange disease.

After thinking for a while, he asked again, "Since then, has Qingqing often suffered from illness?"

"It happened a few times. During that time, the old Taoist and Cheng Zhi took turns guarding outside her room every night. They didn't dare to relax for a moment. They didn't hurt the innocent anymore. Then..." Taoist Mu Sang suddenly stopped while talking, his eyes widened. He stared at him strangely, and said after a while, "If the old man remembers correctly, probably after the turtle killing meeting, Qingqing never had that kind of situation again."

(End of this chapter)