Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Just as Murong Fu was about to turn around, he raised his brows suddenly, and glanced at the door of the back room on the left side of the hall, his face was thoughtful, after a while, he sneered, turned and left.

Although Kaifeng Mansion has been through several wars, compared with Chang'an, it can be said to be better than Chang'an. Whether it is the prosperity or the flow of people, it is dozens of times better than Chang'an. Even the proportion of Han people on the street is [-]% to [-]%. .

Murong Fu was puzzled at first, but then he suddenly realized that compared with Mongolia, the Kingdom of Jin accepted the Han people much more, and the methods were very gentle, that's why there were so many Han people staying in Kaifeng Prefecture.

The three of them wandered around the street without concealing their identities. After a period of buffering on the road, Huang Rong had calmed down. If she wanted to save Guo Jing, at least she had to confirm whether Guo Jing was imprisoned in the Hailing Palace, otherwise it would be too early to startle the snake. It will only make Guo Jing's situation more unfavorable.

"Master Murong, what should we do now?" Huang Rong asked in a low voice beside Murong Fu.

It's not that she is smart and quick-witted and she didn't pay attention, but she guessed that Murong's family is inextricably linked with the well-informed Crystal Palace, so she wanted to see if there was any news about the Crystal Palace. Such a hint of probing.

Murong Fu took a deep look at Huang Rong, and said noncommittally: "Find a place to stay first, and go to Hailing Prince's Mansion to have a look around at night."

A look of disappointment flashed in Huang Rong's eyes. This kind of method can't be called a method at all. It's common sense that everyone in the world knows.

"Let's go!" Murong Fu ignored Huang Rong's feelings, and pulled Xiao Zhao to take the lead towards an inn.

Huang Rong stared blankly at Murong Fu's back, stomped her little feet after a while, and followed with a coquettish grunt.

"For the shopkeeper, two rooms are for the upper class." Murong Fu opened two rooms without hesitation, one was Huang Rong's, and the other was naturally his and Xiao Zhao's.

"okay!"

Not long after, Xiao Er led Murong Fu into the house, and retreated out consciously.

"My lord, what are you doing looking at me like this?" Xiao Zhao couldn't stand Murong Fu's substantive gaze, so he couldn't help asking with a slightly red face.

"Hey, it's a good time, of course I have to do something I like to do!" Murong Fu smirked, ignoring Xiao Zhao's struggle, he grabbed her petite body and threw her on the bed. There was a shameful sound.

"Bah!" Huang Rong, who was pulling her ears back from the wall next door, blushed and spat out through gritted teeth, "You're just a hungry ghost, and you're promiscuous all day long, really... really... "

"Oh, I don't know how Fu'er would fall in love with such a person!" Huang Rong sighed quietly, and then thought of Guo Jing again, "No, this kid is so incomprehensible, I guess I can't count on him, I have to find a way ,Humph!"

Huang Rong glared fiercely in the direction of the next door, and went out.

"She's gone!" Murong Fu, who was pressing Xiao Zhao under him, murmured to himself after hearing the heavy closing sound of the door.Word<upper￥new/speed￥degree most&駃=0

On the other hand, Xiao Zhao was at a loss, not understanding why Murong Fu hugged him to the bed, but didn't take off his clothes for a long time, but he had to imitate that embarrassing cry by himself.

"Hey, Xiao Zhao, you don't want it!" Murong Fu glanced at Xiao Zhao below him, and couldn't help laughing strangely.

But seeing Xiao Zhao at this moment, with his hands tightly around his waist, with big watery eyes, looking at Murong Fu affectionately, his face gradually turned rosy.

"My lord!" Xiao Zhao yelled coquettishly, she was about to faint with shame, she could only bury her head tightly on Murong Fu's chest.

"Okay, ok, my lord has something to do, you can do it at night." Murong Fu said seriously.

"My lord..." Xiao Zhao lightly hammered Murong Fu's chest, but after hearing what he said, he quickly restrained his emotions and asked, "What's the matter?"

Murong Fu pondered for a while, turned over, fetched the Four Treasures of the Study in the room, wrote down the word "Guo Jing", folded the note, and handed it to Xiao Zhao,

"Take this note, go to East Cross Street, find a liquor store called 'Thyme', give him the note, and tell him that it will take a day at most. By the way, you bring this thing with you."

As he spoke, Murong Fu took out another golden token from his body, and wrote the word "Qiankun", which was exactly the Qiankun order used to order the four departments.

"Yes, Xiao Zhao will be smashed to pieces, and I will help you to finish it!" Xiao Zhao took the two things, and replied with a little trembling in his voice.

Although she doesn't know much about the secrets of the Murong family, she can guess that the Qiankun Token in front of her must be extremely important, and Murong Fu's ability to hand over such important tokens and secrets to her is enough to show how much Murong Fu treats her. Trust me, how can she not be excited.

"Nonsense," Murong Fu stretched out his hand and scratched Xiao Zhaoqiong's nose angrily. It's the most important thing, you know?"

Listening to Murong Fu's set of love words, how Xiao Zhao, who was just in love, could bear it, was immediately moved beyond measure, he hummed lightly, but secretly decided in his heart, if this kind of situation really happened, it would be his body. Even death will never reveal the young master's secret.

After Xiao Zhao left, Murong Fu sat back on the bed a little bored, took out the "Sword Swing Technique" gifted by Bai Mei, and began to study it. .m.

He has comprehended this fragment of the sword manual dozens of times, and he has already understood the obscure and difficult mental formulas in it, but for some reason, every time he tries to practice, he feels full of energy. The blood surged up, and I was bored and wanted to vomit, and I couldn't practice at all.

He never suspected that Bai Mei used fake cheats to deceive him. At his level of martial arts, many principles of martial arts are interlinked. You can tell whether a cheat is true or false at a glance.

"Could it be because of incompleteness?" Murong Fu murmured, it was not the first time he had this idea, and shook his head in a blink of an eye, "The old man with white eyebrows claimed to have cultivated some superficial skills, so it is absolutely impossible for him to be able to use every move and half a move. Can't practice."

"Hmph, this white-browed old man is really cunning. He deliberately gave me the original copy, but he didn't write down his own cultivation insights. He clearly saw that I wouldn't be able to practice the moves above if I didn't comprehend it for decades! "Murong Fu secretly scolded Bai Mei once more in his heart, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "Wait, the move..."

Then he quickly flipped through the secret book again, and couldn't help being stunned, muttering to himself: "This secret book doesn't have half a sword move map!"

As we all know, almost all sword manuals are mostly moves diagrams, and there are very few mental formulas, but the sword swing in my hand is full of mental formulas.

"I'm so stupid, I didn't find out such a big flaw after looking at it dozens of times!" Murong Fu suddenly patted his head, and then calmed down, no longer gesturing casually like practicing swordsmanship, but sitting cross-legged On the bed, the whole person quickly enters an ethereal state.

"Heart and power are united, Qi is used as guidance, mind is used as sword, and spirit is used as emptiness..."

Murong Fu silently recited the mantra in his heart, but after a long while, there was still no movement.

However, he was not discouraged and continued to meditate silently.

A stick of incense passed by, but there was no movement in the house.

An hour passed, and there was still no movement in the house.

Two hours passed, only Xiao Zhao came back.

A whole day passed, Murong Fu was about to give up, when Xiao Zhao suddenly heard "ah".

Murong Fu was startled, opened his eyes and saw a teacup falling from the sky, with a "bang", it fell to pieces.

"Xiao Zhao, what did you see just now?" Murong Fu couldn't help asking.

"My...my lord, just now I saw the automatic sound of the teacup on the table, the speed was extremely slow, as if...as if an invisible hand was holding it up." Xiao Zhao said with some lingering fear.

"What, did you see the teacup flying up?" Murong Fu's eyes widened, his heartbeat accelerated rapidly, because what he was thinking just now was exactly that, he was very thirsty and wanted to drink a cup of tea!

"Hide aside first, no matter what you see for a while, don't make a sound, young master is practicing." Murong Fu finished speaking quickly, then closed his eyes, and followed the feeling just now to meditate.

After a while, his body was normal, and he couldn't help asking, "Xiao Zhao, what happened?"

"Yes... yes, my lord, I... I..." Xiao Zhao squeaked, but couldn't say anything clearly.

Murong Fu opened his eyes and saw that there was no change in the room, but Xiao Zhao's skirt was shaking and his expression was panicked.

"Xiao Zhao, what did you see?" Murong Fu asked.

Xiao Zhao's face paled slightly, "Just now my skirt seemed...as if someone lifted it up, my lord, there is something dirty in this room, my lord..."

Xiao Zhao burst into tears as he spoke, and threw himself into Murong Fu's arms three steps at a time.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then ecstatically, he patted Xiao Zhao's back in a funny way, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just now it's just you practicing martial arts, how can there be ghosts in this world!"

"Practice?" Xiao Zhao was startled, raised his head and looked at Murong Fu suspiciously.

"That's right, this kung fu is extremely miraculous, since I'm just a beginner and I can't control it freely." Murong Fu said with a smile, now he can be sure that he must have figured out the real way to practice this sword swing.

"My lord!" Xiao Zhao rolled his eyes slightly at him, "You...how could you lift up Xiao Zhao's skirt like that, in case...in case someone else looked at him, wouldn't Xiao Zhao...couldn't be..."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, with the young master here, how can anyone approach without anyone noticing." Murong Fu was in a good mood, and comforted Xiao Zhao by pinching his face.

"By the way, how are things going?" Murong Fu asked after changing the subject.

Xiao Zhao nodded, "When I took out the token, the shopkeeper of Thyme almost knelt down to Xiao Zhao. Later, I told him everything that Young Master said, and he said that there must be a result before the day."

After speaking, Xiao Zhao thought for a while, took out the Qiankun Token and handed it to Murong Fu.

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