Murong Fu Dongfangqing

The unnatural expression on Mu Sang Taoist's face flashed, and then he swung his whisk, and a force swept out to capture a stone bench near the left, sat down on his own, and said politely, "Master Mingjian, Although the old Taoist has received the good news from Cheng Zhi, he doesn't know much about the details, so please tell me a little more about it."

"Hmph, you still pretend to be me?" Murong Fu sneered secretly, but said with a smile on his mouth, "Since that's the case, don't worry about it, Dao Daoist, as I expected, at most one or two days late for your army I’ll be back, wouldn’t it be better for Daoist to listen to King Yuan report to you in person?”

Master Mu Sang's face was suffocated, and he immediately returned to his natural state, "Young Master laughed at me, the old Taoist was really anxious. After all, this victory was hard-won. It is true that Cheng Zhi will return with his army in a day or two at most. He will definitely tell the old man about the detailed process, but I'm afraid that Cheng Zhi is not very clear about the young master, right?"

"It's nothing, the process is not important, the result is fine, the Taoist priest will not write down the merits of my son just because he doesn't know what's going on, right?" No matter what the other party said, Murong Fu always acted as if he didn't give in. Even slightly turned against the first army.

The corner of Mu Sang Taoist's mouth twitched slightly, and he quickly apologized with a smile, "Of course not, naturally not."

"No, it's fine. If there's nothing else, please go back, Daoist. I've been running around for days and I'm exhausted physically and mentally. I'm about to take a good rest. I won't see you off." Murong Fu took the conversation and started talking directly. Eviction order.

As soon as these words came out, no matter how old and refined Taoist Mu Sang was, Taoist Mu Sang felt that he had nowhere to say anything, his cloudy old eyes flickered for a moment, and finally sighed, "Little friend is still as difficult as ever, Forget it, the old Taoist said it bluntly, in addition to inquiring about the details of the war with the young master, there is another matter to inquire about."

Murong Fu's eyes flashed, "What's the matter?"

"Pindao heard that my ineffective junior brother Yu Zhenzi died in this war. I wonder if there is such a thing?" Taoist Mu Sang asked in a probing tone after deliberating his words.

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Murong Fu was not at all surprised when he heard this. He didn't destroy Yu Zhenzi's corpse at the beginning, and Wu Sangui was too busy with retreat matters to care about a worthless dead man. The body of Yu Zhenzi was found, and Yuan Chengzhi was very clear about the entanglement between Yu Zhenzi and Taoist Mu Sang. It is not surprising that he deliberately conveyed this news to Taoist Mu Sang.

And when Taoist Mu Sang heard the news of Yu Zhenzi's death, he must have immediately thought of the iron sword in Yu Zhenzi's hand, which was related to the inheritance of the Iron Sword Sect...

Thoughts turned for a moment, Murong Fu guessed the purpose of Taoist Mu Sang's visit, and said calmly, "Really? Then I really want to congratulate the Taoist priest. When you sit at home, the enemy dies by itself." , It is really a great joy in life, congratulations, Taoist priest, don’t forget to treat me to dinner.”

Taoist Mu Sang heard this, and his complexion became even more bitter. If it were someone else, he would have blown his beard and stared at him long ago, and used some tough tactics to let the other party know that his old man is not as kind and friendly as he appears on the surface. Sitting is the legend of Tianjiao in today's martial arts. His martial arts are unfathomable. Even if his martial arts were twice as high, he would definitely not dare to make mistakes.

Even though he was very aggrieved, Taoist Mu Sang still had to put on a smile and said following Murong Fu's words, "That's natural, the young master has contributed a lot in this battle. In addition to what the old Taoist promised before, there is naturally another big thank you." of……"

While talking, he changed the subject, and then brought the conversation back to Yu Zhenzi, "Oh, although that Yu Zhenzi had done a lot of evil things, he was from the same school as the poor Taoist, and now he died for no reason, but the poor Taoist can't ignore it. Don't ask, if little friend Murong knows who the murderer is, please teach me a thing or two."

"Oh?" Murong Fu raised his brows slightly, "If the Taoist priest finds out the murderer, what is his intention? Could it be that he wants to avenge that Yu Zhenzi?"

A trace of cunning flashed across the eyes of Taoist Mu Sang, but he said solemnly on his face, "Junior Brother Poor Dao has done all kinds of bad things, so he deserves to die, but he always came from my Tiejian sect, so he should be allowed to go to my Tiejian sect." Disposal by door rules, if it is called poor

If you find out the murderer, you have to come to ask for advice, so that the other party knows that even if I, Tiejianmen, is an abandoned disciple, I can't kill anyone at will. "

After speaking, his tone was obviously agitated, as if he was really eager to find the murderer so as to avenge his junior brother and make Tie Jianmen famous.

Hearing the last sentence, Murong Fu's complexion suddenly turned black, even though he knew that the old man's words were mostly aggressive, he couldn't help letting go of his aura, and slapped him with the Dragon Subduing Palm with his backhand.

With a roar, the majestic palm force was instantly concentrated, and it was pressed down with overwhelming force.

Taoist Mu Sang was obviously on guard, but at this moment he was still taken aback. Without saying a word, he touched the ground with his toes, and turned backwards. .

With a bang, the force of the palm fell, and the stone bench that Taoist Mu Sang was sitting on turned into dust in an instant, and there was a palm print the size of a foot on the ground.

Taoist Mu Sang turned pale when he saw this, but asked with a smile, pretending to be puzzled, "What's the meaning of this, little friend, the old Taoist asked himself, did he not offend you?"

"Hmph!" Murong Fu's face darkened a bit, his hands changed, and a layer of white light appeared on his body, countless sword intents condensed in the void, completely covering the small courtyard with a radius of several feet in an instant, and said in a cold voice , "Run, I'd like to see if it's your supernatural powers, or my sword energy that's better!"

After finishing speaking, Man Tian's sword intent was condensed, and it seemed to be pouring down.

Taoist Mu Sang looked bitter when he saw this, and didn't care about regretting it, he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Please calm down, the old Taoist is just joking with you, joking, it's all jokes, please don't..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a soft puff in the air, and the sword intent condensed and fell down like a torrential rain.

Although Taoist Mu Sang has high martial arts skills, he is not proficient in the way of swordsmanship. No matter how delicate his body shape is, it is impossible to escape unscathed in such a small space. Although these swordsmanship will not kill him, but Some embarrassment is inevitable.

In the blink of an eye, Taoist Mu Sang hurriedly said, "Little friend, live here!"

Hand, and listen to the old Taoist words. "

But how could Murong Fu listen to what he said, the old man clearly suspected that Yu Zhenzi's death was related to him, yet he dared to speak rudely, did he really regard himself as a good person?Thinking so in his heart, he stretched out his hand and shook it, and all the sword intents changed directions one after another, and they all besieged towards Taoist Mu Sang.

Taoist Mu Sang's complexion changed slightly, and then he stood there numbly, motionless.

But after hearing a burst of chi chi chi, countless sword qi pierced through, but what is surprising is that Taoist Mu Sang's figure was not damaged at all. He stood there like a phantom. Entity no doubt.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, and after a few serious glances, he seemed to have noticed something, and his face revealed a look of surprise, "No wonder you dare to provoke me again and again, it turns out that you are relying on your supernatural ability to cultivate to the extreme. In the deep realm, you think I can't do anything to you, right?"

It turns out that Taoist Mu Sang did not dodge, but his speed was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, so he created an illusion of not moving. Dodged in the gap of sword energy.

All this seems to be a long time, but in fact, it is only in the blink of an eye. When the sword energy was exhausted, Murong Fu did not continue to attack, but stood on the spot with his arms folded, while Taoist Mu Sang suddenly staggered and fell to the ground without warning. , followed by a light bang, the clothes on his body were torn apart more than a dozen small holes, even the long beard under his chin was neatly cut off, and fell with the wind.

Taoist Mu Sang turned pale, looked at the situation on his body, but asked curiously, "I don't know how much power you used just now?"

"Not much, maybe two to three percent." Murong Fu said indifferently.

Taoist Mu Sang couldn't help laughing wryly after hearing this, "It's really like the difference between heaven and earth. I'm so poor that I can't control myself, I'm laughing at my little friends."

Murong Fu was noncommittal, although he only used two or three success powers, but in terms of his kendo cultivation, he had used at least seven or eight percent of it. better.

This is because

Because the light kung fu and body skills are not only linked to internal strength, but also closely related to physical strength, especially kung fu that pays attention to speed such as supernatural movements has certain requirements on physical fitness, otherwise even if it is practiced well, it may not be able to display it.

"Okay," Murong Fu Ruo glanced at Taoist Mu Sang meaningfully, "I don't care whether the chief minister tried on purpose or by accident, just forget it this time, and don't blame me for being ruthless if you dare to speak rudely next time." .”

Taoist Mu Sang got up and straightened his Taoist robe, grinned and asked, "So, my little friend admits that my junior brother was killed by you?"

Although it was a question, his tone was very firm.

Murong Fu was silent for a while, and asked back, "Why did the Taoist priest conclude that it was my son who did it?"

Taoist Mu Sang smiled, and habitually stretched out his hand to stroke the long beard under his chin, and suddenly found that the long beard was gone, put down his hand in a little embarrassment, and coughed lightly, "Cheng Zhi wrote that my junior brother died inexplicably in Wuying. Among them, it is suspected that he was burned by fire first, and finally died by some kind of powerful sword move. After thinking about it, only a little friend can do this."

This is true, if it is said that Yu Zhenzi died in the chaos, he would definitely not think of Murong Fu, but Yu Zhenzi died inexplicably while staying in Wu Sangui's camp. The Realm of Humanity even rescued Cui Qiushan and others, so it's hard not to remind people of him.

"So what if it is? So what if it's not? If the Taoist priest wants revenge, just let the horse come over." Murong Fu replied indifferently, waiting for Ruo to admit that he killed the person.

Taoist Mu Sang changed his previous tone, smiled like a chrysanthemum on his dry old face, rubbed his hands and walked in front of Murong Fu, "My friend, please don't get me wrong, that junior brother of Pindao has committed a lot of evil and serious crimes, if you don't get rid of him, God wants to accept him too, and now it is a great honor to die at the hands of Mr. Murong, since Pindao will not have any thoughts of revenge, it's just..."

Speaking of this, he paused, staring at Murong Fu's face without blinking, "Has the inherited iron sword of the humble sect in his hand fallen into the hands of Young Master?"

(End of this chapter)