"That's it," Zhao Min rolled his eyes and said ambiguously, "It depends on the situation. If the matter is serious, I may never forgive you in my life. If the matter is not very serious and you are willing to change,
It’s not that it’s not non-negotiable if you want to make a new comeback.”
A strange look flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, and he turned to talk about other topics. The two of them were walking leisurely in the garden, the sea breeze was melodious, the waves were rising and falling, but there was an unspeakable romance.
Back in the house, Zhou Zhiruo was studying the art of swinging swords, while Zhuer was revising the Nine Yin Manual. The light on her face also changed from the previous red to dark blue, and with the swollen half of her face, she looked particularly ferocious.
Murong Fu did not disturb the two of them, but just closed his eyes and meditated. Genghis Khan was about to return to the DPRK with a great victory. Mongolian morale was bound to be at its peak, and Genghis Khan was bound to take advantage of the situation to march into the Central Plains. At first glance, it seemed that he had nothing to do with Murong Fu.
However, only troubled times can create opportunities. The current troubled times are not chaotic enough. When Genghis Khan returns and the iron cavalry sweeps the world, it will be called a chaotic time. The Murong family will have the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. In addition, he has always regarded Genghis Khan as his biggest enemy.
Now that I am getting closer and closer to him, I can't help but feel a little nervous in my heart.
After calculating silently for a moment, Murong Fu frowned slightly. Now the time of the Murong family is running out. At best, it will only take half a year. In this half year, he must completely transform the strength he has accumulated over the years into combat power.
Have the capital to strive for hegemony in troubled times.
"This trip to the sea is really a bit rash!" Murong Fu sighed slightly. Fortunately, the matter was not too serious. Before leaving for Tianshan, he had already made preparations for not returning for a long time, so he did a lot of things.
In addition to the layout, the entire southwest will soon fall into the hands of the Murong family. By then, Xiangyang City will be in the west to resist, and the Song Dynasty will be guarding the Yangtze River in the north, which will buy them a lot of time.
Of course, all this is only in his imagination. The specific situation is complicated and difficult to predict. The best way at the moment is to rush back to the Central Plains as soon as possible to take charge of the overall situation.
Thinking of this, Murong Fu stood up suddenly and said, "Zhiruo?"
Zhou Zhiruo opened her eyes and glanced at him doubtfully, "What's the matter?"
"We'll go back to Spirit Snake Island right away!"
Zhou Zhiruo nodded and went out to give instructions without asking any more questions.
"Master," Zhu'er didn't know when, she had already dispersed her skills, and asked with a slightly complicated tone, "Are we going back to save my mother-in-law?"
Regarding Zhu'er, he had nothing to hide, so he nodded immediately, "Yes, I will tell you the reason in detail later, but going back this time is quite dangerous, so you'd better not leave me even half a step away."
Zhu'er nodded and remained silent.
In less than half a day, Spirit Snake Island was already in sight.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the sea, complementing the burnt yellow peaks of Lingshe Island, giving people a sense of loneliness and loneliness. There is a golden ship moored on the pier, and its appearance is no different from the one Murong Fu snatched.
, just smaller in size.
Not long after, Murong Fu and his party arrived at the island. He had already checked it and found that there was not even a single person on the other golden ship. He couldn't help but wonder that these people came to an isolated island and did not send anyone to guard the ship.
Aren't they afraid that others would burn the ship and trap them on the island?
Zhao Min had obviously thought of this, and frowned slightly. After a while, he suddenly said in a deep voice, "Is there something important they have to do that requires everyone to be present?"
The Huiyue Messenger and the Great Sage Treasure Tree King looked at each other, their eyes flickered slightly, and they seemed to be fine.
When Murong Fu heard Zhao Min's words, his heart suddenly suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something.
"Let's explore around first!" Zhou Zhiruo said in a timely manner.
Murong Fu nodded, took the first step and ran towards the highest mountain.
His figure rose and fell several times, and only a faint white shadow remained.
"Master Murong's Qinggong, I'm afraid only Grand Master can compete with him." Zhang Wuji said in a slightly strange tone, whether he was envious or bitter, he couldn't tell.
Xie Xun's face moved slightly, and he suddenly shouted, "The way of martial arts is to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, to be calm and steady, and to persevere, only then can you achieve something."
Zhang Wuji's heart suddenly trembled, and his whole body felt cold. It turned out that he couldn't help but feel a little jealous just now. If Xie Xun hadn't warned him, he might have planted the seeds of inner demons. He kowtowed to Xie Xun and said, "Thank you, foster father, for drinking in time."
Wake up the child, otherwise he may fall into the devil's path."
"Get up, and when you have time, recite the Boxing Sutra and the Heart Sutra taught to you by your adoptive father a hundred times!"
His martial arts attainments are very shallow.
Zhang Wuji immediately agreed.
Everyone saw the actions of the father and son. Zhou Zhiruo looked thoughtful, but Zhao Min curled her lips and didn't take it seriously. For her, no matter how high the martial arts is, it is still difficult to fight.
But a kitchen knife.
Immediately, everyone dispersed and walked towards the island in one direction.
At this moment, on the highest mountain peak at the east end of Spirit Snake Island, Murong Fu was looking intently at somewhere in the west.
I saw a vast expanse of white, with hundreds of white-roofed tents. In the open space in the middle of the tents, dark heads were moving around.
"Something big happened..." Murong Fu murmured, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and his expression suddenly changed, "No, they want to deal with Dai Qisi..."
Then he flew up, like an eagle, stretched out his arms and flew out.
Although Spirit Snake Island is not big, it is more than a hundred miles long from east to west. Murong Fu moved quickly, almost like a shadow, and finally arrived near the tent group in about one stick of incense time.
Murong Fu stopped and looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help being surprised. These tents were arranged in an orderly manner, and there were more than five hundred in number. Even if one tent accommodated two people, there were more than a thousand people. From this, it seemed that the Moonlight Envoy was indeed right.
He lied to himself.
However, he didn't care about this at the moment, and with a flash of his body, he jumped towards the middle of the group of tents.
After finding a hidden position, Murong Fu swept his eyes towards the field. A rough count showed that there were more than a thousand people gathered in the field. Counting the soldiers killed at sea, this time the Persian Ming Cult had a total of about 1,500 people.
.
"It's really a massive move!" Murong Fu thought secretly, but this also confirmed that Zhao Min's guess was correct. If he was just looking for a saint, there would be no need to send so many people. I'm afraid this is just the vanguard. "
It seems that Zhang Wuji is very busy!"
Murong Fu smiled slightly, but the next moment, his face suddenly froze, and then he became furious, because he saw two piles of firewood set up in the middle of the field, with a cross erected in the middle of each pile, and two crosses tied to them.
The slender figures are Dai Qisi and Xiao Zhao.
The mother and daughter looked gloomy and pale. Dai Qisi kept opening and closing her lips as if she was talking about something, while Xiao Zhao was looking at the horizon blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Just as Murong Fu was about to rush out, he suddenly stopped and looked to the south of the venue. He saw an unusually tall dome tent there. It was more suitable to be called a temporary palace than a tent. There was a wooden structure in front of the tent.
A table similar to a VIP seat.
There are three chairs above the stage. Two people are already sitting on the left and right sides, but the chair in the middle is empty.
"Could it be the second elder mentioned by the Great Sage King Baoshu?" Murong Fu thought in his mind, his eyes falling on the two of them.
But I saw that the man on the left was thin and wearing strange yellow and white clothes, which were somewhat similar to the robes of monks in the Central Plains. He had a bald head, so he must be a monk.
The man on the right is in sharp contrast to the monk. Not to mention his stature, he is just about the same height as an ordinary person just sitting there. He also has a dark face and a beard. Ordinary people just take a look at it, and they may be the same.
All hearts.
"This man has many muscles and well-developed limbs. It is absolutely impossible to call him a 'King of Wisdom'. I think he must be King Juming. As for that little monk, he is the 'King of Wisdom'." Murong Fu's mind turned and he had already turned two heads.
I can almost guess the person's identity.
"Are you waiting for the second elder?" Murong Fu couldn't help thinking when he saw King Ju Ming turning his head to look at the tent behind him from time to time, and then looking up at the sky.
After hesitating for a long time, Murong Fu finally decided to wait and see what would happen.
In the blink of an eye, less than half an hour passed. It was already dark. Torches were lit around the venue. More than a thousand Persian soldiers were waiting in silence without any commotion.
The King of Wisdom on the stage stood with one hand in front of his chest and kept opening and closing his mouth, as if he was chanting sutras.
On the other hand, the dark King Ju Ming scratched his head and ears from time to time, quite impatient.
At this moment, Murong Fu's ears twitched slightly, and there was the sound of footsteps behind him. His heart moved, and he suddenly grabbed it with his backhand.
"Ah... um..." Zhao Ming was about to scream, but before his voice came out, Murong Fu covered his mouth.
Murong Fu guessed that the person coming was Zhao Min just by his footwork. He immediately sent a message and asked, "What are you doing here? Where are they?"
Zhao Min rolled his eyes and rolled his eyes downward.
Only then did Murong Fu realize that he was still covering her mouth and quickly let go.
Zhao Min didn't know how to transmit sounds into secrets. After thinking about it, he took his hand and touched his palm.
Murong Fu felt a cold and itchy feeling in his palms, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
But immediately, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, and then he came back to his senses. His face turned slightly red and he said through the voice, "Sorry, I was thinking about other things just now."
The night was dark, and Zhao Min couldn't see clearly the change in Murong Fu's expression. He didn't care about anything at the moment, and just wrote on his palm again, "The person named Zhou is looking for you everywhere. Thank you, Zhang is missing."
Murong Fu nodded and said, "It's very dangerous here. Get out of here quickly and wait for me on the boat. Also notify Zhiruo."
"Zhiruo, Zhiruo's scream is so affectionate!" Zhao Min wrote.
Although he didn't hear his voice, Murong Fu could still feel a strong sour smell.
But at this moment, he didn't bother to explain this. He just urged, "Don't be ridiculous. It's really dangerous here. Leave quickly."
Unexpectedly, Zhao Min held his hand tightly and had no intention of leaving.