Murong Fu Dongfangqing

The matter has come to this point, there is no point in concealing it anymore, Murong Fu suddenly smiled and admitted it frankly, "That's right, after Yu Zhenzi died, he did leave behind a black iron sword, I put it away. "

Taoist Mu Sang looked happy, "I wonder if my little friend can take it out for the old Taoist to have a look at?"

Murong Fu glanced at him with a half-smile, "No."

Taoist Mu Sang choked for a moment, and then said, "Young friend Murong, that iron sword is the personal saber of the founder of our sect, and it has extraordinary meaning to our disciples, and now you have found this sword for our sect. It is indeed a great kindness, the old Tao is not a person who knows how to repay his kindness, and he will definitely be grateful in the future."

Murong Fu couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard this, he laughed and said, "The Taoist priest may have misunderstood, I didn't intend to hand over the sword to the noble family, the Taoist priest's thanks should be kept for yourself, don't give it to me."

Taoist Mu Sang couldn't help but grimace, "So, my little friend is planning to disregard the morals of the world and take the inheritance of the humble sect as his own?"

If he wanted to turn his back on him, Murong Fu asked himself that he had never lost to anyone before, and his expression turned cold immediately, "Hmph, the founder of the noble family was a person many years ago, who can prove that the iron sword is his personal saber? Even , who can prove that he didn't get it from someone else? Besides, if you look at the whole rivers and lakes, there are magic weapons and treasures that are predestined. What about morality?"

According to the morality of the rivers and lakes, if you accidentally pick up or get a treasure from another sect, you should indeed return it, but so to speak, there are not many people who actually do this. , How could it be possible to take it back to the original owner.

Taoist Mu Sang was questioned several times, and suddenly he was speechless, he couldn't make sense of the reason, and couldn't beat him again and again. After a moment of silence, he sighed a long time, and said in a harsh voice, "Little friend Guan has a strong aura of treasure, don't you think so?" If you have any conditions, please tell me directly, as long as you are willing to return the iron sword, the old man can agree to anything."

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Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at the Chixiao Sword on Murong Fu's waist. With his old-fashioned eyes, it is not difficult to see that it is an extremely good magic weapon, even Yuan Chengzhi's Golden Snake Sword is slightly inferior, so how could it be so? I only care about an iron sword. The reason why this person took so much trouble to sneak into the Wu camp to kill Yu Zhenzi is because he knew that this sword is of great significance to the Iron Sword Sect. The purpose is to sell it for a price. , to obtain some kind of benefit from him, and it is very likely that it is the Dream Spirit Dafa that he mentioned to him before...

Taoist Mu Sang consciously figured out what Murong Fu was thinking, but to his surprise, Murong Fu shook his head, "The Taoist priest doesn't know, I am a person who loves swords, and I want to accept good swords and famous swords." As for Zang Zhi, although the iron sword looks broken, it is quite mysterious, I plan to keep it in my hand and study it for a while, no matter how much benefits the boss promises, I will not give it up easily."

"What..." Taoist Mu Sang was startled suddenly, his eyes fixed on Murong Fu, "Do you know something?"

Murong Fu's eyes flashed, "It seems that the iron sword is not as simple as the Taoist priest said, it's just an ordinary symbol."

The strange look on Taoist Mu Sang's face instantly disappeared, and he said vaguely, "It's about the secrets of our sect, so I can't say more about it, but I can assure you that the iron sword itself has no secrets, at most it's power It is stronger than ordinary weapons, but there are many troubles when using it. You have no shortage of magical weapons in your hands, and your martial arts have reached the peak. There is no match in the world. Why bother to touch an evil sword and cause future troubles for no reason."

"Sword of Evil?" Murong Fu couldn't help but change his expression slightly after hearing the last sentence, "It seems that the Taoist priest knows a lot."

Taoist Mu Sang was noncommittal, "Although Pindao has never touched this sword with his own hands, when Yu Zhenzi came to seek revenge with the sword last time, he fought with it with all his strength, so he knows a thing or two."

After hearing this, Murong Fu fell silent and didn't say whether he believed it or not.

Taoist Mu Sang hesitated for a while and continued, "You don't speak dark words in front of Ming people. The poor Taoist knows that the young master is very interested in the Mengling Dafa. If the young master is willing to return the iron sword, the poor Taoist can give it back to you."

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"Hmph, that's not what you said last time." Murong Fu cursed in his heart, but he didn't bother to slap him in the face anymore, his thoughts turned and he began to think secretly.

It would be a lie to say that he is indifferent to Mengling Dafa. Regardless of whether this mentality is really as magical as Yu Zhenzi said, at least it can be used as a reference for him to perfect his mind-taking technique. The reason why he focused on Yu Zhenzi at first was mainly It was also to get the iron sword, so that he could use it as a bargaining chip to exchange ideas with Taoist Mu Sang, but later he saw the mystery and extraordinaryness of the iron sword with his own eyes, which made him change his mind.

Regarding the iron sword, he has studied it many times on the way back, and there is nothing special about it except that the innate sword energy can be cut out by pouring internal force into the iron sword, and as the old man said, using the iron sword will cause great harm , when this sword absorbs internal energy, it will also absorb the spirit, energy and spirit of the person. If it is fed with blood essence, its power will increase. It is not a peaceful thing no matter how you look at it.

However, the innate sword energy cut out by this sword is so powerful that even a top expert would not dare to challenge it. In addition, although he has not tried it yet, judging from Yu Zhenzi's situation, cutting out the innate sword energy does not need to be sustained No matter how powerful the swordsman is, he doesn't even need to be proficient in the way of swordsmanship. In other words, if you just hand over the sword to a second-rate or third-rate Lianjiazi, you can immediately create an extra super powerful combat power out of thin air.

Although there are many masters in the Murong family, there are only a few who can be called top-notch. If used properly, this iron sword will definitely be of great help. Compared with Mengling Dafa, it is undoubtedly much inferior, after all, he has never seen it with his own eyes. The so-called Mengling Dafa is not sure whether it can really perfect the mind-bending technique.

Taking a step back, even if he could perfect the Mind Stealth Technique, it might not be that attractive to him. At the beginning, he was just doing it casually. When it comes to the means of controlling people, he does not lack.

Of course, no matter picking up girls or recruiting talents, always focus on attacking the heart, and heresy is always inferior.

Taoist Mu Sang saw that Murong Fu's expression changed, although he was anxious, he patiently did not disturb him, and waited quietly

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After a while, Murong Fu let out a long breath, and said with a smile, "To be honest, I am a bit tempted by the Taoist priest's proposal, but the iron sword is not something special, and I am also a little hard to give it up, how about it, Taoist priest Allow me to think about it."

Even though he has made a decision in his heart, he doesn't want to say too much, what if he can have both?

Taoist Mu Sang was dumbfounded for a while, and after a long time of talking, there was such a result in the end, and he asked after a while, "I wonder how long Mr. Murong will think about it?"

Murong Fu chuckled, "Well... I don't know for a while, maybe a month or two at the shortest time, half a year at the longest, Daoist don't need to be impatient, just treat the sword as still in Junior Brother Ling's hands."

For a moment, Taoist Mu Sang really wanted to punch this man in the face, but he finally held back when he realized that the gap between the two sides was too great, and said in a blunt tone, "Thank you for your comfort, my lord."

"you are welcome."

"Hmph, then this matter will be according to what the young master said. I hope that the poor will not be disappointed by then, and I will leave."

After Taoist Mu Sang finished speaking, he immediately turned around and left the small courtyard in a hurry. He was really afraid that if he stayed any longer, he couldn't help but fight this person desperately.

"The Taoist priest is leaving, so I won't send you off."

Murong Fu watched Taoist Mu Sang leave, the smile on his face gradually faded, he flipped his wrist, and a jet-black iron sword appeared in his hand, he narrowed his eyes and looked at it, "The Evil Sword..."

In the twinkling of an eye two days passed, the news that the Golden Snake Battalion had repelled Wu Sangui's main force had already spread, and it was even described as a different version out of rumors. With lanterns and festoons, a big banquet, and big celebrations, Lanling Mountain, which had been a little deserted because the army left the mountain, suddenly became lively.

In contrast, Murong Fu's residence was much cleaner. Taoist Mu Sang never came back after he left, as if he was really waiting for Murong Fu to think about it. Murong Fu has also stayed at his residence for the past two days, except for daily practice, In addition to sending real energy to Zhou Qi to save his life at regular intervals, he would either fight with Li Yunzhi at other times.

If you want to tease Mu Jianping, a little girl, you can live a very comfortable life.

The weather was fine that day, and Murong Fu was sitting leisurely in the courtyard, basking in the sun. A few camellias in bloom not far away were gently swaying in the warm wind, and the fragrance was overflowing, refreshing. Suddenly, a disgusting smell of blood wafted Come in.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, and when he let go of his thoughts, his complexion changed drastically in the next moment, his figure flashed, and he had already appeared outside the courtyard gate, almost at the same time, a black shadow slanted, but at an extremely fast speed It shot out and slammed into his arms with a bang.

Murong Fu did not arouse the body-protecting zhenqi, but stretched out his hand to catch the black shadow firmly, looked him up and down, frowned and asked, "Why are you hurt so badly?"

The person who came was Liu Shenghuaqi, but seeing her masked in black, bloodstained on her body, the light in her eyes was dim, and her aura was extremely lethargic.

Murong Fu reached out and took off her veil, her delicate cheeks were so white that there was no trace of blood left, and there was a faint blackness between her brows.

This black air is not something else, but a kind of dead air exuded by a dying person.

Liu Shenghuaqi opened her mouth, as if trying to say something.

Seeing this, Murong Fu hurriedly stopped, "Don't say anything, you've got to hold on to this tone!"

After speaking, he picked up Liu Shenghuaqi and quickly returned to the house, put her on the bed, and posed in a cross-legged position, while he himself sat behind Liu Shenghuaqi, raised his fingers, and the vast skill reached the fingertips, Pointing to Liu Shenghuaqi's vest.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, Liu Shenghuaqi's figure trembled violently, a black light shot out from her body, and shot directly between Murong Fu's eyebrows.

This change can be described as big.Unexpectedly, the distance between the two is so close, and Heimang's speed is ridiculously faster, almost at the same time when he appeared, he was within an inch of Murong Fu's eyebrows.

Murong Fu felt cold in his heart, he tilted his head subconsciously to dodge, at the same time he tried his best to stimulate the protective zhenqi, there was a light puff sound, the protective zhenqi was pierced through as soon as it was gathered, fortunately, he was able to fight for it After a short gap, he forcibly avoided the vital point, even so, when the black light passed by, it still brought a bunch of blood flowers.

(End of this chapter)