"The poor monk has been traveling around the world for decades. He has reached the pinnacle in both martial arts and resourcefulness, but he didn't expect that today he would be completely defeated by the young master. The Murong family is truly worthy of its reputation!" After leaving the stone room, Yuan Zhen exclaimed with emotion.
Murong Fu just smiled and did not explain, but sighed secretly in his heart, "Leave aside your martial arts, your resourcefulness is indeed superb. Even if I knew it for 500 years, Master, and 500 years later, I would still be in trouble." In your hand."
Yuanzhen asked a few more tentative questions, but Murong Fujun didn't answer. He felt bored and said nothing.
After walking for some distance, Murong Fu suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Yuan Zhen asked.
Murong Fu smiled and suddenly his body shot backwards. Yuan Zhen was shocked at first, but then he felt relieved when he saw that Murong Fu had no intention of doing anything to him.
Murong Fu's figure was seen spinning, going back and forth in a small secret passage four to five feet long, with countless palm shadows flying up and down around his body.
After about a stick of incense, Murong Fu suddenly appeared next to Yuan Zhen.
"Sir, what are you doing?" Yuan Zhen asked confusedly, not knowing what he meant.
Murong Fu didn't answer, but at this moment, a chaotic loud noise of "bang bang bang, bang bang bang" came from the secret passage behind the two of them.
Yuan Zhen hurriedly turned around to look, and saw stones falling continuously on both sides of the secret passage and on the top.
How could Yuan Zhen not understand such a situation? He couldn't help but look at Murong Fu dumbfounded, "This is the secret passage of the Demon Cult, and the donor just... destroyed it like this!"
Murong Fu nodded, "Don't worry, it's just a small piece of damage that will hinder you for a while. After the Battle of Guangmingding, you can do whatever you like. Even if you have to live here for a long time, I don't care about you!" in his tone! He made no secret of his true distrust of the other party.
Yuan Zhen was stunned for a long time, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "The donor is wasting his time. Since the poor monk agreed to the donor, he also swore a poisonous oath, and he will definitely not go back on it."
Murong Fu did not comment, turned around and led the way out.
Yuan Zhen secretly hated Murong Fu, but had no choice but to stop Murong Fu, especially since he vaguely realized that Murong Fu was a person who did not believe in any oaths, and he did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face, otherwise he would arouse Murong Fu's murderous intention. Something bad happened.
In fact, he was overthinking this. Although Murong Fu did not care about the poisonous oath, his words still counted as long as his interests were not harmed.
Not long after, the two of them came out of the secret passage, and Murong Fu swayed and disappeared.
Yuan Zhen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a misty voice came from far away, "Cheng Kun, you are lucky today. If you fall into my hands next time, I will make it impossible for you to live or die!"
There was silence all around, Yuan Zhen's face was gloomy, and he glanced bitterly in the direction Murong Fu left, but said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.
Murong Fu went down the mountain, performing Qing Kung Fu all the way, as if he was strolling in a garden, but his speed was extremely fast.
As for Yuan Zhen, he no longer cared about it. Although Yuan Zhen was as cunning as a fox and as sinister as a snake, he had secretly decided that the next time he met Yuan Zhen, he would kill him with one blow without saying a word. He can't use any conspiracy or tricks.
Walking near the camp of the six major sects, Murong Fu suddenly said "Hey", "There are people hiding here in the middle of the night. Could it be that the Ming Cult also sent spies here?"
Murong Fu turned around and walked towards a hillside on the left side of the valley.
When I got closer, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. I saw two people standing on the shady side of the hillside.
One of them was as handsome as a crown jade, and he was none other than Song Qingshu.
But the other person, whose skin was whiter than snow, and whose beauty was exquisite, was Zhou Zhiruo.
Just listen to Song Qingshu say: "Sister Zhiruo, I...I..."
"Zhi...Junior sister Zhou, if you have anything bothering you, you might as well tell me!" Song Qingshu seemed to muster up great courage to say such a sentence, but seeing Zhou Zhiruo frowning slightly, he hurriedly added
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"Junior sister Zhou... don't... don't misunderstand, I... I treat you as my younger sister!"
"Then thank you Senior Brother Song, but Zhiruo is not blessed enough to be Senior Brother Song's sister!" Zhou Zhiruo's voice was soft and frail, but her tone revealed an indifference that could repel people thousands of miles away.
"It deserves it, it deserves it, I..."
Song Qingshu wanted to say something more, but Zhou Zhiruo interrupted him hastily, "There are differences between men and women. If there is nothing wrong with Senior Brother Song, please go back first. If others see him, there will be some misunderstanding."
"But now deep in the hinterland of the Demon Cult, Junior Sister is alone outside the camp. I...I really can't feel relieved. Why don't I stand over there so that I can see you without disturbing you or affecting you?"
Your reputation!" Song Qingshu thought about it and came up with such a way.
"This..." Zhou Zhiruo was immediately speechless and said helplessly, "Senior Brother Song, please help yourself!" She was thinking in her heart, "It's so late, he may have returned to the camp, I'd better go back first.
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Song Qingshu looked slightly happy, and at this moment, a chuckle came, "It's more revealing, if Zhiruo doesn't take care of her body, my brother will feel sorry for her!"
"Who!" The two of them were startled at the same time. They turned to look behind them and saw Murong Fu standing on the hillside with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.
Zhou Zhiruo looked slightly happy, and just about to step forward, she suddenly remembered something, her face suddenly turned pale, and she blurted out: "Brother Murong, Senior Brother Song and I are... are we not..."
She originally wanted to explain that she and Song Qingshu just met here by chance. After all, women in ancient times valued chastity and reputation. Being alone with a man in the middle of the night would have a great impact on reputation. But as soon as the words came out, she didn't know how to explain.
He could only look down at his toes, looking like a little girl who had made a mistake.
Murong Fu didn't pay attention to this question at all. When he heard Zhou Zhiruo's name, his heart skipped a beat and his bones almost went numb. "What did you just call me?"
"Murong...Brother Murong." Zhou Zhiruo replied smoothly, but as soon as he started speaking, he realized that in a moment of desperation, he actually called out this title that he had silently said countless times in his heart, and his pretty face turned red.
"Haha, okay, okay, I thought Zhiruo had already forgotten me!" Murong Fu jumped up and came to Zhou Zhiruo, laughing loudly.
Zhou Zhiruo didn't answer, her cheeks were flushed and charming. Under the moonlight, her whole body exuded a faint silver glow, like a fairy descending to earth. She was one of the few beautiful women in the world.
Song Qingshu on the side was so fascinated by the sight that he couldn't help shouting, "Zhiruo..."
Murong Fu and Zhou Zhiruo both frowned slightly. Murong Fu was not a generous person to begin with. Although Song Qingshu was not even a love rival in his eyes, it naturally made him very unhappy when he pestered Zhiruo in front of him.
Zhou Zhiruo turned back to look at Song Qingshu, "Senior Brother Song, if you have nothing to do, please come back!"
Song Qingshu's face froze slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "You...you and him...being alone in the middle of the night may be detrimental to your reputation!"
"Senior Brother Song, don't worry, Murong... brother and I are... already engaged!" Zhou Zhiruo's voice became colder in vain, and she actually said something that made both men stunned.
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. A woman like Zhou Zhiruo, who was weak and easily shy, could actually say such words. It seemed that the relationship between the two must be extraordinary. He felt as if he had been hit with a giant hammer.
Colic pain and soreness.
Murong Fu was extremely surprised. Although he forcibly took away Zhou Zhiruo's first kiss and stayed together for more than a month, he did not think that this alone would make Zhou Zhiruo fall deeply in love with him. After all, he was still young at the time.
After Zhou Zhiruo became sensible, it was a good thing not to hate him. He didn't expect that Zhou Zhiruo would directly say that she was engaged to him, which really puzzled him.
"In that case, Song will say goodbye!" Song Qingshu reluctantly said goodbye, turned around and left in despair.
Murong Fu shook his head slightly and sighed, "This boy, when I first met him tonight, he was very high-spirited and impressive, but now because of Zhiruo's words, I am afraid he will be depressed for a long time."
But love is like a battlefield, and he has no soft-hearted thoughts.
"Brother Murong, I'm sorry. Zhiruo just said that because she didn't want to be entangled with him anymore." Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Murong Fu uneasily and said with a hint of apology.
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows, "Oh? You just said it to get rid of him?"
Zhou Zhiruo was stunned for a moment, but remained silent.
Murong Fu sighed in distress, "Well, what you said will have a great impact on my reputation, brother. From now on, those pretty little girls will never dare to look at me again!"
After hearing the first half of the sentence, Zhou Zhiruo wanted to say something to apologize, but after hearing the second half, she laughed out loud and asked: "Why?"
"When people heard that this handsome young man with great martial arts skills was actually the fiancé of Fairy Zhou of the Emei Sect, they all felt ashamed and didn't dare to take another look!" Murong Fu replied seriously.
When Zhou Zhiruo heard him praising her beauty in a roundabout way, her heart felt both shy and sweet, but she snorted softly, "Do you like the little girl to look at you?"
"That's not true." Murong Fu smiled coquettishly, then paused and said, "I like Zhiruo to look at me!"
"Nonsense!" Zhou Zhiruo scolded, turned around, and stopped looking at Murong Fu.
When Murong Fu saw her slight frown and anger, she was charming, and a faint fragrance lingered in her nose, he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her gently on the corner of the mouth.
Zhou Zhiruo immediately shrank back as if he had been electrocuted, and backed away a few feet like lightning. She glanced at Murong Fu with a red face and said, "Ignore you!"