Murong Fu rubbed the sword in his hand, looked around and said with a smile, "Of course this is a good sword, but as you heard, I will come back to get it. If you want it, I can give it to you."
He seemed to be speaking to Yuan Ziyi, but in fact he was speaking to everyone. At this moment, all the martial arts people in Li Zhuang had gathered and were watching from a distance. Everyone could see the shocking battle just now.
This sword is definitely a magical weapon, it's hard not to think about it.
Yuan Ziyi was not stupid, so she could naturally hear his intention and spat out his sweet tongue, "I'm just going to ask where you want it. You will die if you take something as hot as this."
After saying that, he winked at Murong Fu, which was obviously asking if he wanted to mobilize an army?
Murong Fu chuckled and shook his head, "No need, I haven't killed anyone for a long time. If someone is really not smart enough, I don't mind giving him a ride."
As soon as these words came out, the air suddenly became cold. Everyone was immediately frightened and quickly looked away from the sword.
"Mr. Murong," Hu Fei came over, cupped his hands and said, "If there is any need, just inform Hu, and Hu will never refuse."
People treated each other with courtesy, so of course Murong Fu would not be cold-faced. He immediately returned the greeting and said, "Thank you, Brother Hu. I won't be polite when necessary."
Hu Fei smiled heartily and walked towards the third young lady in the crowd, "Mrs. Zhuang, I'm afraid you can't live in this yard anymore. All the brothers have been living in vain these days and haven't contributed much. Why don't you let me
What do the brothers think when we help clean up a few things and build another big house?"
The last words were turned towards the many martial arts people.
Miss Zhuang San was thinking about Murong Fu's attack, and she was in a daze. Before she could speak, everyone was cheering, and she had no choice but to nod in agreement.
"Shuang'er, let's go." Murong Fu picked up the Red Sky Sword and left with Shuang'er and Chen Yuanyuan.
Although everyone was jealous, no one really dared to take action. After all, everyone was frightened by Murong Fu's overwhelming momentum just now. No matter how good the magic weapon is, life is not important.
Returning to Shuang'er's residence, Murong Fu first sent Chen Yuanyuan away, and then carefully observed the sword he had just obtained.
Shuang'er next to him hesitated to speak, and after a while he whispered, "Ms. sir, what is going on, why... why..."
Murong Fu raised his eyes and glanced at her, "You want to ask if this matter has anything to do with the Third Young Mistress?"
Everyone in the Zhuang family knew that Murong Fu followed the Third Young Mistress into the secret room, and a big fight broke out not long after. It was obviously impossible to say that it had nothing to do with the Third Young Mistress. Shuang'er was most worried about the conflict between Murong Fu and the Third Young Mistress Zhuang.
Murong Fu pondered for a while and said nothing more, "Don't worry, even if it has something to do with the third young mistress, for Shuang'er's sake, I won't argue with her."
When Shuang'er heard this, she couldn't help but feel a little blocked. It wasn't that her husband-in-law wasn't generous enough, but that he didn't want any quarrel between him and the third mistress, not at all.
"Okay, don't be so grimacing. If the third young lady really got involved in something, I will only blame Shuang'er and won't bear any grudge against her. Whatever happened before, it will be the same in the future." Murong Fu pinched his hands.
The child's little face said with profound meaning.
Upon hearing this, Shuang'er smiled, revealing a pair of cute dimples, and couldn't help but wrap his hands around Hu's waist, "Thank you, sir."
"Silly girl, what's there to thank you for? Don't eat my tofu first, let me see what kind of sword this is." Murong Fu said seriously.
Shuang'er's face turned red and he let go hurriedly. Then he couldn't help but roll his eyes at him. "My husband is always so bad, how can I let others eat you..."
Murong Fu raised the sword in his hand and looked at it over and over again. He didn't see anything special except that it was gorgeous. His eyes flickered, and he held the hilt of the sword with one hand and applied a little force, but it didn't move at all.
He increased his strength a little more, but still couldn't pull it out. As the third young lady said, this sword cannot be pulled out easily.
But Murong Fu didn't believe in this evil. After trying several times to no avail, his temper immediately got angry. He threw the sword away with his backhand, stepped on it twice, and then asked Shuang'er, "Shuang'er, is there a cesspit in the house?"
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Shuang'er was stunned, "Yes."
"Go, throw it into the manure pit and soak it for two days, then give it to the manure picker and ask him to use this broken sword to pick manure every day. Humph, you are still stubborn with me? I want to see if your bones are like this
Hard." Murong Fu said angrily.
After hearing what he said, Shuang'er couldn't help but feel dumbfounded and hesitated, "Are you really going?"
"Nonsense, go quickly." Murong Fu said angrily.
Shuang'er could only nod, but when she bent down to pick up the sword, the sword suddenly flew up automatically and returned to Murong Fu's body, hanging in the air, buzzing and trembling.
"Are you begging me?" Murong Fu asked in a proud tone.
The sword clicked up and down twice.
I have to say that this sword is really spiritual. Not only can it "listen" to his words, but it can also respond. Previously, he thought that the strange behavior of this sword was all because of someone secretly manipulating it. Now it seems that the manipulation is just a matter of manipulation.
Partly, the spirituality of this sword cannot be compromised.
"Why are you pretending to be arrogant with me? Let me tell you, I'm in a bad mood right now. I might feed you to other divine swords for digestion at any time. It's best not to mess with me!"
The sword hung there quietly, I don't know whether it was due to limited understanding or silence.
"Okay, since you begged me, I'll just take a look and pull it out myself." Murong Fu said a few words, and finally said "reluctantly".
After the words fell, a clear sound of "zheng" sounded, and a ball of brilliance bloomed slowly, like a hibiscus emerging from the water, graceful and clear, noble and elegant, the sword body was slender and integrated, as if it were made in heaven, and the blade was sharp and sharp.
, deep and distant, close to the hilt of the sword, there is a nebula pattern, with two small ancient seal characters engraved in the middle, "Chunjun".
"This is actually Chunjun?" Murong Fu's eyes widened with surprise on his face.
He has naturally heard of the legend about Chunjun. Chunjun was also made by Ou Yezi and is as famous as Zhanlu, Jique, Chixiao, and Longyuan (Longquan). In other words, the power of this sword is as powerful as Chixiao.
Long Quan and others should be about the same, but judging from the situation just now, this sword is much stronger than the Chi Xiao Sword in his hand in terms of power and spirituality, which is really beyond his expectation.
Shuang'er was attracted by the brilliance of the divine sword in the air. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and couldn't help but ask, "Ms. sir, is Chunjun the name of this sword?"
"Not bad." Murong Fu nodded, then stretched out his hand and Chunjun flew into his hand automatically. The brilliance faded away, but the beauty remained the same.
Murong Fu observed for a long time, his eyes flickered, and his expression gradually became complicated. There was still no news about the girl who gave him the sword last time, as if she had disappeared from the world.