"Love is giving, desire is taking." Murong Fu paused and continued:
"To love someone is to devote yourself wholeheartedly to him. As long as he is safe and happy, you will feel happy. Even if he falls in love with someone else, you will only send blessings with tears. This is the highest state of loving someone."
"And you are more possessive of Lu Zhanyuan. You are loyal to him, so you also ask him to be loyal to you. When you feel that he has betrayed you, you want to use force to force him to return to you."
"Imagine if he succumbed to force and came back to you, would he still be the same person you fell in love with at the beginning?"
Li Mochou was deep in thought, shaking her head and nodding her head for a while. The expression on her face was extremely complicated. After thinking for a long time, she couldn't think of a reason.
Suddenly I remembered that the person I was "in love" with was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, and I suddenly wanted to laugh. I am afraid that this kind of master is the only one in the world.
In fact, Murong Fu was just messing with her in the hope of untying the knot in her heart. Regardless of whether he could let go of his feelings for Lu Zhanyuan, at least he should not live in hatred.
If you follow Murong Fu's own theory: "If you love her, possess her."
A few days later, Murong Fu was standing in front of an old man on the banks of the Hanshui River. He asked with surprise: "No? Dad, are you remembering it wrong? Think about it again. The surname of the father and daughter is Zhou, and the age of the father is unknown."
, but my daughter should be around ten years old.”
The old man thought for a while and said: "There is indeed no Zhou father and daughter that I mentioned. I have been boating on the Hanshui River for decades, and there are very few people with the surname Zhou. Either they have no daughters, or their daughters are married.
Wife, about thirty years old."
Murong Fu thanked him with a hint of disappointment, turned around and left.
Li Mochou followed Murong Fu and asked doubtfully: "Master, are they your relatives?" For the past two days, the master has been asking about a father and daughter of the Zhou family by the Hanshui River. Their appearance and age are unknown. It is a pity that he asked about them.
Everyone shook their heads and said they had never heard of it.
Murong Fu smiled bitterly and shook his head, without explaining. Standing on the river bank and looking at the surging river in front of him, Murong Fu's thoughts were racing. No matter whether he came early or late, there were always traces to follow. How could no one listen?
I said it.
Could it be that I went to the wrong place? Or is there some unknown butterfly effect?
Murong Fu was ready to return to Yanziwu, but when passing by the Han River, he remembered Zhou Zhiruo in the original work who was also twisted because of feelings, and thought about finding Zhou Zhiruo to see if he could do something to change her ending.
Unexpectedly, no one has ever heard of a father and daughter named Zhou sailing boats here.
Thinking that since coming to this world, I have gained a lot by taking advantage of my familiarity with the plot, so why should I be greedy and try to cover everything? I might as well stop worrying and go back to Suzhou Yanziwu to plan big things.
After thinking about everything, Murong Fu looked at the surging waves in front of him. He suddenly felt heroic and recalled the story of Bodhidharma crossing the river with a reed. He pulled out his long sword and threw it into the river. He jumped out, stood on the sword and walked along the river.
Flying over the river.
"Master!" Li Mochou couldn't help but screamed when she saw Murong Fu actually making such a dangerous move. But when she saw her master's elegant demeanor, which looked like a swordsman, she admired in her heart, "Master's Qing Gong is getting better and better."
There was a flash of admiration in his eyes.
Murong Fu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression was high, and he felt like he was flying with a sword. However, he did not dare to be careless. His apprentice was still watching from behind. If he accidentally capsized in the gutter, it would be very embarrassing. Even if the Han River was bigger than
The gutter is much wider.
So he carefully controlled the long sword, pressing the sword with his toes from time to time to accumulate power.
Suddenly, shouts came from the front, and two river boats were seen flying towards them. There was a ferry boat rowing towards the two river boats on the left front. Looking closely, there was a big man with a curly beard sitting on the river boat in front.
The oars were rowing rapidly with both hands, and two children, a boy and a girl, were sitting in the cabin.
The boat behind was larger, with four Buddhist monks standing in the boat, and seven or eight Mongolian officers and soldiers. On the other ferry coming from the left, there was an old Taoist with a white beard standing on it.
"Could it be..." Murong Fu felt happy in his heart, and couldn't help but think of a sentence: "Everyone looked for her thousands of times, but when he came back, she was in a dimly lit place."
The bearded man had extremely strong arms and the boat was rowing very fast. However, the officers and soldiers were outnumbered and the distance between the two boats was getting closer and closer. The monks and the officers and soldiers bent their bows and arrows and shot at the big man. The arrows whined through the air.
ring.
Murong Fu was anxious, so he raised his energy on his feet and flew towards the boat. The old Taoist also spotted him and saw a twelve or thirteen year old boy crossing the river with a long sword. He exclaimed in his heart: "You are so handsome at such a young age."
Qinggong."
Suddenly a scream of "ah" was heard, and the boy in the boat was hit by an arrow in his vest.
The bearded man was startled. He turned around and saw arrows hitting his shoulder and back one after another. He couldn't hold the wooden oar firmly in his hand and fell into the river. The small boat suddenly slowed down, and the big boat behind him caught up in an instant. Seven or eight Mongolian officers and soldiers and Buddhist monks jumped aboard.
boat.
The big man with the beard was also very brave and tried his best to stop him despite being injured.
Seeing that the situation was critical, Murong Fu jumped towards the boat with a little tip of his toes. He grabbed his right hand back in mid-air, and the long sword in the river flew into his hand as if it had eyes.
When they arrived on the boat, they happened to see an officer and soldier slashing at a little girl in the boat with a knife. The little girl threw herself on a male corpse in the cabin and just cried: "Daddy! Daddy!"
Murong Fu was so anxious that he used Lingbo Weibu to move to the little girl's side. He held the officer's sword with one sword and knocked him away. He picked up the little girl with one hand.
The monk next to him saw a young man suddenly appeared. He didn't ask the reason and struck him with his left hand. Murong Fu also stabbed the monk in the wrist with his sword.
Unexpectedly, Monk Fan smiled strangely, instead of retreating, he advanced. With a strange twist of his wrist, he grasped Murong Fu's sword. It was a grappling technique. With his right hand, he used all his strength to hit the little boy in his arms with a palm.
Girl, it turns out that his goal is just little girls.
Murong Fu's sword was held, and he couldn't get away for a while. Seeing that the little girl was about to be hit, Murong Fu decisively let go of the sword, turned around with the little girl in his arms, and planned to use his back to take the slap.
The little girl stared blankly at the young man who sacrificed his life to save her. When the monk saw that the young man sacrificed his life to save the little girl, he was not polite at the moment and slapped his palm on his back.
However, the scene of the young man vomiting blood and dying did not appear. Instead, his palm power was like a mud cow entering the sea, and then his own internal power surged out. The monk was frightened and immediately stopped his hand.
Murong Fu took the opportunity to turn around and stab Fan Monk in the left chest with his finger. With a "chi" sound, Fan Monk was instantly killed. Murong Fu returned to the bow of the boat to join the big man.
At this time, the old Taoist also jumped onto the boat, waved his robe sleeves, and two feather arrows flew far away. As soon as he stepped on the board of the boat with his feet, he waved out his palms. Immediately, several monks and officers and soldiers fell out of the sky.
He fell into the river, but the old man obviously showed mercy.
(Today there are two more chapters, I wish everyone a happy New Year, please collect them and ask for flowers)