Murong Fu Dongfangqing

His expression was extremely serious, even the always lively Tingfeng was too frightened to say anything.

Feng Bo'e's body trembled, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, "Feng Bo'e knows he was wrong, I will let you deal with me, I just beg you not to drive me out of Murong's house!"

"My lord, calm down, Fourth Master just didn't understand the whole story for a while, and he didn't intend to disobey you." Lian Xing begged slightly.

Murong Fu was silent for a while, then slowly nodded, "Okay, I will punish you to go back to the file library and memorize all the files thoroughly after this trip."

"Ah!" Feng Bo'e was taken aback immediately, and then a bitter expression appeared on his face, "My lord, don't wow, you'd better kill me, I don't want to go to the file vault!"

His funny appearance made Ting Fengjiao laugh again and again, and said gloatingly: "Fourth Master, don't be dissatisfied, the young master will punish you lightly!"

"Go and play, what do you know, I'm not afraid of anything except reading, it's worse than killing me."

"Fourth Master, I'm not talking about you. You are already very old, but you haven't even got a wife, so you should study more!" Lian Xing, who has always been gentle and refined, teased him for the first time.

For a while, the atmosphere in the tent gradually eased down.

Murong Fu glanced at Feng Bo'e angrily, "Get up, what are you still kneeling for?"

Feng Bo E did not move, and called out pitifully, "Master..."

Murong Fu shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, copy the dossier instead, it's not an example."

Feng Bo E was overjoyed immediately, "Thank you, Young Master, thank you, Young Master!"

In fact, Murong Fu was not very angry when he was contradicted by the storm, but because he suddenly realized that the Murong family is a family of martial arts after all, and many of them will first act with chivalry and distinguish good from evil. On that day, Murong Fu's order was slightly inappropriate, wouldn't it mean that he had to fight and disobey?

Only then did he take advantage of the problem and teach the storm a lesson, which can be regarded as a preventive measure. As for how much effect it will play, it is unknown.

"My lord, what should we do in tomorrow's battle?" It was Lian Xing who brought the conversation to the point.

Murong Fu pondered for a long while, "Mongols are powerful now, Mingjiao is in a key position to resist Mongolia, it can buy us a lot of time, and it must not be wiped out, so you can't exert too much force tomorrow, just do whatever you want, and if In the end Mingjiao loses, you have to help secretly."

"Yes, young master!" Everyone responded in unison, and after a little thought, they suddenly realized that the young master had already thought of using Mingjiao to contain Mongolia, and they couldn't help secretly praising, "Young master is indeed far-sighted!".

At this time, Hong Lingbo's crisp voice came from outside the tent, "Sign up, my lord, the person you sent out to inquire about the news has returned!"

"Oh? Let them in!" Murong Fu replied immediately.

Not long after, several outer disciples walked into the camp, and after saluting, one of the leading disciples said: "My lord, we have searched the Guangming Peak for a radius of two hundred miles, and found no sign of the army. I took the liberty to investigate further afield, and finally found signs of troops stationed nearly [-] miles away."

Murong Fu frowned slightly, "How many people are there? Can you find their hiding places?"

"My subordinates are ashamed. There are not many people and the time is too short. They have not been found, but the number should be around [-]."

Lian Xing and others looked at Murong Fu inexplicably.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, and murmured: "Five thousand? Not too much, not too little, it's easy to hide, and it happens to be able to encircle the six sects, Zhao Min is easy to calculate."

The outer disciples of the Murong family have more or less been instilled with some common sense about the army. After all, when there is a war, these people will be the core force in the army. Since they say five thousand, there is a certain basis.

"Okay, go back and record a meritorious service for you all, go to rest now, early tomorrow morning, you will retreat three hundred miles away from the Guangming Summit." Murong Fu pondered for a while, then ordered in his mouth.

"Thank you, young master!" All the disciples were overjoyed, and after thanking in unison, they turned around and left the camp.

"My lord, you said Zhao Min just now, could it be the person who took you away in a dizzy way in the restaurant last time?" Ting Feng asked.

Lian Xing, Yao Yue and Feng Bo E were taken aback immediately, Lian Xing Xiumei frowned slightly, "What are you doing to eat, and let the young master be taken away by someone in a daze?"

Although she is gentle and polite to others, she is very strict with her younger sister. If you want to ask who Tingfeng is most afraid of among the two older sisters, it is not Yaoyue, but Lianxing. She hastily explained:

"Sister, at that time, Xiaoxue and I were going to fight those people desperately, but the young master suddenly sent a voice transmission to tell us a place where we should wait for him. Only then did we know that the young master was pretending to be dizzy, so we followed the plan."

"Yes, yes, young master can testify!" Fuxue added.

Lian Xing's expression softened slightly, but she still gave the two of them a glare, "You guys are so ignorant that you let the young master be alone in danger!"

Ting Feng pouted and dared not answer, and looked at Murong Fu pitifully with big eyes.

Murong Fu smiled, "Okay Lian Xing, I don't blame them for this matter, and with my martial arts, I can't go anywhere in the world, not to mention that my son is invulnerable to all poisons, even Shixiang..."

In the middle of speaking, Murong Fu suddenly stopped, raised his head and shouted outside after a while: "Ling Bo!"

"The disciple is here!" Hong Lingbo did not enter the tent, but only responded outside.

"Find seven empty medicine bottles!" Murong Fu ordered.

Not long after, Hong Lingbo walked into the tent carrying seven small medicine bottles.

She put down the plate and turned to leave, but Murong Fu said, "You stay too!"

Lian Xing and the others didn't know what Murong Fu was going to do, so they could only watch quietly from the sidelines.

I saw Murong Fu stretching out his left index finger, but he didn't see how he moved, there was a small opening at the fingertip suddenly, as if cut by a long sword, but the blood coagulated and did not disperse, and a faint fragrance slowly dissipated open.

"My lord!" Lian Xing's four daughters couldn't help shouting in unison.

Murong Fu waved his hand, didn't say much, but used his internal force to force out the blood, and put a drop in each vial.

After finishing everything, he slowly said: "This is the holy medicine for detoxification. Each of you take a bottle with you and seal it with your internal force. It will be useful."

Several people immediately looked at each other, Hong Lingbo was both shocked and curious, and asked blurted out: "Master's blood can be used as an antidote?"

Lian Xing's four daughters all stared at her, Hong Lingbo knew that he had slipped his words, and hurriedly lowered his head in panic, not daring to ask any more questions.

Immediately, the six people stepped forward as they said, and each took a small bottle.

There was one last vial left on the plate, Murong Fu casually picked it up and put it in his arms, but it was for Zhou Zhiruo.

The next day was bright, sunny and breezy.

Except for the Emei Sect, all the major sects have gathered in Taniguchi.

Murong Fu brought Lian Xing's four daughters, Feng Bo E, Hong Lingbo and others to stand together with the Wudang sect.

Among the seven sons of Wudang, apart from Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Mo Shenggu, and Yin Liting also came here. After being introduced by Song Yuanqiao, the three respected Murong Fu immediately. Discussion among peers.

Murong Fu didn't care much about these things, instead he took the opportunity to discuss Wudang swordsmanship with them. The four masters of Wudang have different temperaments, but there is one thing that Zhang Sanfeng's true biography is deep, that is, they don't know how to cherish themselves. In the morning, they discussed with Murong Fu without any secrets, and they chatted happily.

Disciples from other sects gathered together in twos and threes, whispering why the Emei sect hadn't arrived yet.

Song Yuanqiao frowned slightly, "It's clearly agreed to meet at Maoshi and leave at Chenshi, but now it's Chenshi, and the Emei faction hasn't come yet. Could something happen?"

Murong Fu shook his head indifferently, "Who knows, but it's definitely not a big deal."

Song Qingshu's eyes flickered slightly, and he stepped forward and said: "Father, the Emei Sect are all female disciples, maybe they need to clean up and dress up, and spend more time."

Song Yuanqiao slowly shook his head, "Otherwise, Miejue Shitai has always been a vengeful man, and he is very active in exterminating the Demon Cult. He definitely won't procrastinate on these trivial matters."

Although everyone in the Wudang faction felt strange, it was not good to send people to look at them. After all, they were a large group of women. If they went there rashly at this time, if they saw something they shouldn't see, wouldn't they be regarded as boarders? Apprentice?A lifetime of good reputation can be ruined.

After about a stick of incense passed by, Song Yuanqiao finally looked at Murong Fu and said, "Young Master, can you send your maidservant to inquire about Yi Er, if something really happens, we can respond in time."

Murong Fu nodded, turned his head to look at Lian Xing, and was about to speak, when there was a commotion from the entrance of the valley, "Come, come, finally come!"

Murong Fu looked towards Taniguchi, he saw Miejue Shitai leading about [-] female disciples, marching towards Taniguchi in a mighty manner.

The disciples of each faction involuntarily made way for a passage in the middle, but Miejue Shitai did not go to the front, but turned around and came to the front of Wudang faction.

Song Yuanqiao was about to go up to talk to him, Juejue Shitai snorted, directly avoided Song Yuanqiao, came to Murong Fu, and said in a deep voice: "The matter of Zhiruo, after this battle is over, the poor nun will argue with you again, you'd better It's better not to die in the war."

Murong Fu was taken aback for a moment, then he noticed Miejue Shitai's complexion was gloomy, and his eyes were red, which was obviously a symptom of a violent anger.

Yuan Ziyi and Zhou Zhiruo stood behind Master Miejue. Yuan Ziyi's face was covered with a face, and no expression could be seen, but Zhou Zhiruo next to him had red eyes and a sad expression, and there were two faint tears at the corners of his eyes.

After thinking for a while, Murong Fu realized that he must have known about the private meeting with Zhou Zhiruo last night, so he couldn't help turning his head and glaring at Song Qingshu. Only three people knew what happened last night, Zhou Zhiruo wouldn't say it, obviously it was Song Qingshu Keep it secret.

"What's the matter with the master, it's better to figure it out now, the big battle is about to start, if the master dies unfortunately, wouldn't it be a shame to die!" Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's greatly wronged look, Murong Fu felt angry from his heart, The words are also extremely mean.

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