Sighing slightly, Murong Fu came to Zhao Min first and checked her condition. Fortunately, her internal energy was exhausted and her body was weak. It was nothing serious. The bed in the room had been destroyed, so she could only let her lie down for the time being.
It's on the ground.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Zhiruo felt quite uncomfortable. She suddenly remembered something and looked at Murong Fu's chest. The wound that had been pierced by the Yitian Sword had stopped bleeding, leaving only a small blood mark.
After placing Zhao Min in place, Murong Fu turned around and picked up the two broken swords. When he looked inside, he saw that there was a thin golden scroll hidden in the sword body.
Murong Fu carefully pulled out the scroll, but did not open it in a hurry. Instead, he picked up the remains of the dragon-slaying knife. There was also a piece of silver scroll inside.
"Zhiruo?" Murong Fu took out two pieces of silk, one gold and one silver, and then raised his head to look at Zhou Zhiruo, with a questioning look in his eyes.
Zhou Zhiruo shook her head and said, "This thing was originally intended to be given to my husband. There is no need to ask Zhiruo about what my husband will do with it."
Murong Fu smiled slightly and was not polite. He unfolded the silver scroll, which was three feet square and filled with densely written small characters and some pictures.
But the next moment, Murong Fu was stunned. The text on this scroll was actually written in Xiaoxian script from the ancient Qin Dynasty.
Suddenly his expression changed. He hurriedly unfolded the golden scroll and glanced at it carefully. He couldn't help but be disappointed. The words on the golden scroll were even harder to read than those on the silver scroll. They were actually written in tadpoles from the pre-Qin period.
Written by Xian Wen.
Murong Fu sighed in disappointment. Although he was well-read, he knew nothing about writing before the Han Dynasty. After browsing through two volumes of silk, he knew less than ten characters in total, and all of them were obscure and difficult.
I understand, but I don’t understand its meaning.
I originally thought that even though the Dragon-Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Sword were destroyed, I would be able to obtain at least two more precious secret books, but I didn't expect that they turned out to be two pieces of nonsense.
At this moment, Murong Fu was both annoyed and sighing. Although he might be able to find someone to translate it after returning to the Central Plains, but now he is in the dangerous place of Xiake Island, it is of little use. On the contrary, if the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Slaying Sword are still there,
If so, at least there will be an extra layer of protection.
"Husband, don't be anxious," Zhou Zhiruo looked at the scroll for a while, then suddenly said, "Look, the first picture on this silver scroll is obviously a mold for a sword, and the second picture
The first one painted a man blacksmithing, and the third one..."
As Zhou Zhiruo analyzed the patterns on the scroll one by one, Murong Fu's eyes became brighter and brighter. Thinking of what she once said about the third generation founder of Emei, he was one of the most famous swordsmiths in the world at that time. He couldn't help blurting out:
, "This scroll of silk is a sword-making skill?"
"My husband is really smart!" Zhou Zhiruo praised, and then said, "I see that the sword-making process in these pictures is very different from the ordinary sword-making process, but the third-generation ancestor is a sword-making master, and his sword-making method
, how can it be unusual, so this is probably the sword-making inheritance left by the three generations of ancestors."
Murong Fu nodded, feeling slightly happy. With this sword-making skill, the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword might not be able to return to their original appearance. Suddenly, with a thought in his heart, he handed the golden scroll to Zhou Zhiruo and said with a smile,
"This gold silk scroll has no pictures, and the writing is more difficult than the silver silk scroll. What can Zhi Ruo see?"
"Let me take a look first," Zhou Zhiruo took the scroll and looked at it intently for a while, sometimes frowning slightly, sometimes with a flash of light in his eyes, as if he really saw something.
Seeing her like this, Murong Fu couldn't help but look forward to it.
After a while, Zhou Zhiruo put down the scroll, pursed her lips with a smile, walked up to Murong Fu, and pointed to the middle of the three characters on the top of the scroll, "Maybe your husband recognizes this character?"
Murong Fu took a look. The strokes were twisted and twisted, just like tadpoles, but it was difficult to recognize the words. He shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"This is the word 'sword'," Zhou Zhiruo said, and then pointed to the small words on the scroll, "Look, the fourth character in the first sentence is the word 'iron', which is the word 'blood', this
It’s ‘spirit’…”
Following Zhou Zhiruo's instructions, Murong Fu frowned and began to think deeply. Although he could only recognize a small part of it, he felt like he had seen it before.
After a while, Murong Fu still didn't think of anything. Zhou Zhiruo covered her mouth and chuckled, "Husband, do these words match the sword swing skills we practice?"
After her reminder, Murong Fu suddenly realized what he thought of, and his expression was ecstatic, "You mean, what is recorded on this scroll is the complete sword-swinging technique, no, to be precise, it is the real sword-driving technique?"
"It's consistent with what I thought!" Zhou Zhiruo nodded, "My husband once said that the sword-swinging technique is just a superficial part of the 'sword-controlling technique'. I see in this page that the part that matches the sword-swinging technique only accounts for a small part.
It’s probably the sword-controlling skill that my husband mentioned before.”
Murong Fu's heart was beating wildly. If he was really a swordsman, then it would be worth destroying ten more Heavenly Swords. He could wield a sword for thousands of miles, take the enemy's head, and have the grace of a swordsman. No one in the martial arts world would dream of it.
Suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, Murong Fu held the golden scroll with slightly trembling hands and concentrated on memorizing the words on it.
"Husband, there is no need to be like this. This scroll is yours anyway." Zhou Zhiruo noticed Murong Fu's plan and immediately reminded her.
Murong Fu shook his head and smiled, then tapped Zhou Zhiruo's smooth forehead, "Zhiruo, any martial arts secret book is safest if it is placed here."
But the next moment, Murong Fu was surprised to find that after this distraction, he actually forgot the first word he just wrote down.
Murong Fu tried two more times, and was surprised to find that no matter how hard he concentrated on memorizing the words on the scroll, after a while, only tadpole lines were left in his mind, and there were no words at all.
"What the hell is this? I still can't remember it!" After trying several times to no avail, Murong Fu sighed in frustration.
When Zhou Zhiruo heard this, she couldn't help but look at the scroll in confusion. After a while, a trace of shock flashed across her face and she sighed, "Isn't this the immortal's French script, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people?"
Then he looked overjoyed again and said, "Congratulations, husband, this tadpole writing is so extraordinary, it further illustrates the mystery of 'sword control'. I'm afraid it's not an exaggeration to call it a magical method of an immortal family."
Murong Fu knew that Zhou Zhiruo was comforting him, but what she said was right. The more profound and mysterious something is in martial arts, the harder it is to remember. The words on the gold silk scroll are almost impossible to remember, which shows its profoundness.
Moreover, if this scroll is placed in my hand, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to snatch it away.
After figuring out the problem, Murong Fu felt relieved. He smiled slightly and kissed Zhou Zhiruo on the lips.
Zhou Zhiruo's cheeks were slightly red and she lowered her head.
"Zhiruo, these two pieces of silk have been put here with me for now. After they are translated, I will give you a copy and we can practice together." Murong Fu didn't know what shame was, so he put the silk away naturally.
Got up.
"Everything Zhiruo owns belongs to your husband, and he can do whatever he wants." Zhou Zhiruo said softly.
That's how she was, she wouldn't be tempted, but once she was tempted, she would give everything she had. Even if the scroll of silk obviously belonged to Emei, she still regarded it as her own and gave it to Murong Fu. As the saying goes, if you marry a chicken, you will follow the dog.
Dog, that's what you're talking about.
Murong Fu glanced at the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword on the ground, "Please keep these four pieces of sword remnants. In the future, my husband will recast the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword for you as treasures of the Emei Town Sect."
Zhou Zhiruo was startled, but she did not refuse. In this way, she fulfilled her master's last wish to exterminate his master.
The two simply tidied up the house, and then Murong Fu revived Zhao Min.
Zhao Min glanced around in a daze, but when she saw Murong Fu safe and sound beside her, tears burst down her face, and she threw herself into Murong Fu's arms, "You dead man, you thought you were dead?
It scared me to death, just be okay..."
She only remembered that she struck Murong Fu on the head with a knife, and thought that Murong Fu was dead. As for what happened next, she knew nothing about it.
Murong Fu patted her pink back and said, "I'm fine."
"Ahem," Zhou Zhiruo coughed lightly. Even though she was dissatisfied, Murong Fu was here now and he would definitely not let her take action again. At the moment, she could only endure it secretly.
Only then did Zhao Min realize that Zhou Zhiruo was still present, but at this point, she had no intention of giving in. Instead, she hugged Murong Fu tightly with both hands, making an extremely intimate appearance.
Zhou Zhiruo's face turned cold and she snorted, but she didn't say anything else.
Murong Fu felt a slight headache, "Okay, this boat has been parked here for a long time. I'm afraid it will attract a lot of people's attention. Let's get out first."
After the three of them went out, they saw Xiao Zhao, Dai Qisi, Zhu Er, and a group of Emei disciples standing at the door, with doubts on their faces.
"Senior Sister, your sword..." As soon as Ding Minjun spoke, everyone noticed that the Yitian Sword in Zhou Zhiruo's hand was missing, and instead there was an extra burden.
Zhou Zhiruo shook her head slightly and did not explain anything.
"Master, are you okay? When I heard the noise just now, I thought you were breaking up the ship, so I was so scared that I broke out." Zhuer asked Murong Fu worriedly.
But when I saw Zhu'er at this time, the left half of her devilish face had become smaller, and her skin was no longer red, swollen, or ulcerated, but there was still a large red mark on her face. I believe that given time, her beautiful face might be completely restored.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "I'm fine. Let's go to the island now."
"Senior Sister, Mr. Murong," at this moment, Ding Minjun called the two of them, but stopped talking.
Zhou Zhiruo nodded and motioned for her to come forward and speak.
Ding Minjun came closer and whispered to the two of them, "The Hui Yue Envoy among the three Persian envoys and the eighth generation elder of the Beggar Clan are still in prison. How should we deal with them? Please tell me, the leader."
Zhou Zhiruo was stunned for a moment, then looked at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu also looked a little stunned. The Huiyue Messenger just returned the favor. When Chen Youliang was on Spirit Snake Island, he secretly ordered his Emei disciples to detain him. A month later, he had forgotten about it.
All clean.
After pondering for a long time, Murong Fu said, "Take me to see it."