Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Murong Fu looked at the Pyrotechnic Toutuo on the ground, and flicked his hands several times, and the force hit him and disappeared, then he turned his head and said to Song Yuanqiao: "You guys recover as soon as possible, go out and help, and the teacher will come too Now, we are fighting the Mongols below."

"What! The master is here too!" Mo Shenggu's expression was shocked, and he wanted to lead his disciples out of the pagoda.

But was stopped by Song Yuanqiao, "How much strength have you recovered?"

Mo Shenggu's face froze, "Two...Two percent."

Song Yuanqiao glared at him, "Quickly meditate and adjust your breath."

Mo Shenggu had no choice but to sit back on the ground honestly.

"Song Daxia, I still have to save the Emei sect, so I won't delay here any longer, take care." Murong Fu said farewell with cupped hands.

"Thank you so much Mr. Murong today, please take care!" Song Yuanqiao saluted solemnly.

Murong Fu nodded, turned around and took Fan Yao upstairs.

"Eldest brother, is this person really going to be handed over to Master? With Master's character, I'm afraid he will be let go." Yu Lianzhou frowned slightly, pointing to Fireworker Toutuo and said.

Song Yuanqiao pondered for a while, shook his head and said: "You may not know about this. This person was born in Shaolin 70 years ago, and he and Master are considered to be in the same family. It's just that some unpleasant things happened later. The two..."

Murong Fu and Fan Yao came to the No.12 floor, and a group of female disciples of the Emei Sect were locked up here.

"Hey, Murong Fu, you're not dead!" A cool and pleasant voice came, with a little shock and a hint of joy in his tone.

Murong Fu turned his head and saw that it was Yuan Ziyi. At this time, her hair was slightly disheveled, and some soot dust and grass clippings were stained on her delicate face, but she had an air of cleanliness, like a lotus flower that emerges from the mud and is not stained. It was out of place with this rather dirty cell.

Miejue Shitai, who was sitting cross-legged, naturally also saw Murong Fu, but she raised her brows, snorted softly, and closed her eyes again.

"What's the air!" Murong Fu snorted inwardly, walked straight to the cell where Yuan Ziyi was, and said with a smile, "Aren't you happy to see that I'm not dead?"

Yuan Ziyi seemed to be in a good mood, but it was rare that he didn't care about his teasing, and gave him a slight white look, "You are really narcissistic, I will be in a good mood when I see any kittens and puppies alive!"

"Really!" Murong Fu suddenly showed disappointment, "It's a shame that I came all the way to save you!"

As soon as this remark came out, all the girls of the Emei Sect looked at Murong Fu in astonishment, even Master Miejue glared at him, snorted coldly, and turned his head to one side.

Joy flashed across Yuan Ziyi's eyes, but there was a look of sarcasm on his face, "Hey, you say that, aren't you afraid that Junior Sister Zhiruo will be angry?"

Murong Fu also realized that what he said was a little too much, his old face turned slightly red.

"Murong Fu, did you see Zhiruo when you came up, how is she?" Miejue Shitai suddenly asked coldly.

It was the first time that Murong Fu felt that Master Miejue was too cute, and immediately said seriously: "Don't worry, Master, Zhiruo is fine, she has recovered her martial arts now, okay, let's not talk nonsense, I will give you the antidote, You restore your internal strength as soon as possible, let's rush out."

"Did you really bring the antidote?" Yuan Ziyi asked impatiently with a happy expression on his face.

Miejue Shitai also had a flash of emotion in his eyes, and gave Murong Fu a slight glance.

Seeing Miejue Shitai's appearance, Murong Fu felt complacent, "Of course, I..."

Just at this moment, an ethereal voice came, interrupting Murong Fu's words, "Little friend, it doesn't seem very kind of you to do this, have you ever put me in your eyes?"

Murong Fu was shocked at the moment, looked back, and saw a lama wearing a yellow cassock standing at the stairs leading to the thirteenth floor, with delicate features, thick eyebrows, big eyes, round skin, he looked no more than thirty Looks like next year.

But what shocked Murong Fu was that, even though he was standing right in front of him, he couldn't feel the other party's existence at all, that is to say, if he closed his eyes, he would never be able to find the other party.

And as soon as this person appeared, the hairy feeling in his heart also followed.

"Who are you?" Murong Fu asked in a deep voice.

Before the lama could answer, Yuan Ziyi jumped up and shouted: "It's him, he is so annoying to read scriptures here every day, Murong Fu, teach him a lesson!"

Murong Fu couldn't help but looked at Yuan Ziyi strangely, and smiled wryly in his heart: "Miss, don't you feel that the other party is a master of masters!"

Immediately, he bowed to the middle-aged Lama, "Haven't you consulted the master's dharma name yet?"

"My Dharma name is Basiba!" The middle-aged lama chuckled lightly, "You must have made the noise downstairs just now!"

Murong Fu was startled. Since he made a joke in front of Jinlun Fawang last time, he has carefully looked up all the materials about the Tibetan Tantric school. Although he still knows too little, he is the most important thing to know about this Phagpa passed.

This person was born in Nalanda Temple, known as the No.1 Esoteric School in the Western Regions, and also the emperor teacher of Mongolia. At the same time, this person has a very high seniority, and it is said that he is of the same generation as Jiumozhi's master Padmasambhava.

It's just that the person in front of him looks only in his thirties, which really surprised Murong Fu.

"What? You seem to have heard of me?" Seeing Murong Fu's reaction, Ba Siba asked with a somewhat strange expression on his face.

Murong Fu came back to his senses, and smiled mischievously on his face, "Then what, since the master is here, the junior will not bother you much!"

As soon as the words fell, Murong Fu shook his body, grabbed Yuan Ziyi behind him and jumped towards the stairs.

Everyone else looked at Murong Fu inexplicably, but Fan Yao's expression changed, and he ran away without saying a word.

"Haha, what are you doing, come back to me!" With a casual smile on his face, Ba Siba stretched out his hand, and suddenly the whole tower floor was filled with hot air, and a long fiery red streak was seen. The strength was like a matchlock, and it rolled towards the few people at the stairs.

Surprised, Murong Fu held Yuan Ziyi in his arms with his left hand, and with a swipe in the air with his right hand, a white sword qi slashed towards him.

Hearing a "poof", the fire rope was cut into two pieces, but before Murong Fu could heave a sigh of relief, the two pieces of fire rope twisted in the air like the body of a severed snake, and after twisting in the air, they wrapped each other separately. To Murong Fu and Fan Yao.

Fan Yao hastily slapped two palms, but when he hit the fire rope, it didn't work at all, and he was even knocked back by the shock.

While Murong Fu was surprised, the sword energy cut out again.

The "Fire Rope" also repeated the same trick, split into two, wrapped around Murong Fu and Yuan Ziyi respectively.

"This..." Murong Fu couldn't help being dumbfounded. In the past, others thought that his martial arts were supernatural, but now he finally really felt that there is a mountain as high as a mountain.

Suddenly, Yuan Ziyi screamed "Ah".

It turned out that Murong Fu's "matching rope" had already wrapped Yuan Ziyi's thigh in this dazed effort.

"It's just a hooligan!" Murong Fu snorted secretly, stretched out his hand and stroked down Yuan Ziyi's thigh, the energy in his palm surged out, and finally forced the "match rope" back, but at some point, another match rope It is to wrap his waist tightly.

Murong Fu sighed helplessly, "Master, I just want to come back, you take back your weird thing!"

Hearing Murong Fu's praise, Ba Siba couldn't help but smile, "Haha, you guys have enlightenment earlier, then you'll be fine!"

Immediately, he waved his hand in the air, and the three of them were wrapped around the fire rope, and they returned to Basiba.

Murong Fu put Yuan Ziyi down, and smiled wryly, "Looks like we're going to make a pair of cheap mandarin ducks!"

"Bah!" Yuan Ziyi spat with a reddish face, "Who wants to be a mandarin duck with the same fate as you? Just now you took advantage of me, and I haven't settled with you yet!"

A few black lines appeared on Murong Fu's forehead, and he looked at her without saying a word.

Yuan Ziyi stuck out her little tongue, then turned her head to look at Ba Siba, "I didn't expect you to be so secretive, but fortunately, I always think you are a very nice person."

Ba Siba always had a kind smile on his face, "Little girl, you never asked me if I knew martial arts!".m.

"Hmph, if you don't take this thing off, I'll just go back!" Yuan Ziyi pointed to the "fire rope" on his ankle.

Ba Siba stretched out his hand and made a move, and the match was scattered out of thin air.

Yuan Ziyi snorted, looked at Murong Fu, hesitated for a while and then said in a low voice: "If you can't beat it, don't hold on, it's fine to live here!"

Murong Fu was taken aback for a moment, then he came to his senses and nodded slightly, "I see!"

Yuan Ziyi returned to where she lived before.

Murong Fu looked at Ba Siba and asked, "What does Master want?"

"My little friend is full of heaven, rich in blessings, and most importantly, his wisdom roots are excellent, and he is very suitable for entering my monkhood. I don't know how you like it?" Ba Siba looked indifferent, but the words he said made people Murong was no longer indifferent.

"What, you want me to become a monk?" Murong Fu's voice suddenly increased by eight points.

Ba Siba was slightly taken aback, and then showed his face and said: "You are not wrong to say that you are a monk. The monks of my Tantra and the Central Plains Shaolin also originated from Tianzhu. In Tianzhu, they are called monks."

"Dream!" Murong Fu looked at the big lama in front of him, he was really speechless, if it wasn't for the other party's unfathomable martial arts, he would not have the slightest chance of winning, he had already greeted him with old fists, and someone even advised him to become a monk!

"Little friend, don't rush to refuse." Ba Siba was not angry, and said leisurely: "Little friend has a deep heart, and there is no other way to save him except entering my Buddhist school!"

Murong Fu's heart tightened, his face darkened, "What do you know?"

Ba Siba took a careful look at Murong Fu, and with this one glance, Murong Fu felt chilly both inside and outside his body, as if he was being seen through, and his hair was on the edge of his chest.

After a while, Ba Siba sighed, "No wonder my inner strength has reached such a level at such a young age. It turns out that I have practiced evil skills. It's a pity that other people's things are always others'. , After all, there will be a day when you will return it, and by then, you will be devoured by demons, insane, dancing wildly, until you die of exhaustion!"

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