Chapter eight hundred and ninetieth your mother thanked
"Ahem!" Suddenly, a dry cough mixed with a bit of anger sounded.
Murong Fu turned around and looked around, feeling slightly embarrassed. It turned out that there was another person sitting in the corner of the monastery. It was the sweeping monk.
However, he had a very good face. After a slight blush, he immediately returned to his natural state and said, "Master's voice doesn't seem to be very good, but you should pay attention to your health."
The sweeping monk gave him a rare look and said, "Almsgiver Murong, I am here just to settle the grudges from yesterday."
As soon as these words came out, all the girls in the courtyard felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Li Mochou's face turned cold and she unsheathed her long sword. Ting Feng swayed and came to Murong Fu's side, handing over the Heavenly Sword.
Murong Fu waved his hands in a funny way, signaling the girls to calm down, "Relax, relax, don't be so nervous."
After a pause, he said something that almost made the sweeper vomit blood, "I can handle this old monk by myself."
However, Li Mochou and others followed the instructions and calmed down their aura, but their eyes were still wary of the old monk.
They were really a little scared about the collapse of the Sutra Pavilion that day. Now it was not a martial arts contest, so there was no need to talk about martial arts morals. Once the old monk had any evil intentions, they would definitely swarm him. This was what Murong Fu usually taught.
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The sweeping monk's face twitched slightly, as if he had been holding it in for a long time, and then he snorted coldly and said, "I still owe Murong the benefactor a condition, so the benefactor will mention it now."
Murong Fu rolled his eyes. His words seemed normal, but in fact they hinted that he was too late to wait.
Of course, he had already thought about the conditions. Even if the sweeping monk didn't come today, he would go to see the sweeping monk once before going down the mountain. He immediately smiled and said, "My conditions are very simple. I hope that senior can come down the mountain to assist the Murong family.
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"What?" The sweeping monk looked at Murong Fu in surprise and surprise.
"That's right, you have been hiding in Shaolin Temple for these years, thinking that this is a place outside the world and it's time to help the Murong family." Murong Fu said pointedly.
The sweeping monk's expression gradually changed from surprise to admiration, and finally he looked helpless, shook his head and sighed, "You should know that I will never leave Shaolin again in this life, and I have already said that I must be worthy of Shaolin if I agree to your conditions.
, worthy of martial arts morality, assisting the Murong family is not included in this list."
"Humph!" Murong Fu's face suddenly turned cold, "Don't you feel guilty for eating both inside and outside?"
The girls were confused by what they heard. Only Li Mochou had a thoughtful look in her eyes, and she was horrified. Could it be that this old monk was still a member of the Murong family?
The sweeping monk sighed with a complicated expression, "What happened to the Murong family has no other benefits except bringing disaster to the people of the world and annihilation to the Murong family. Not to mention that it violates the agreement between you and me. Even if it doesn't, Lao Na
I won’t agree to it either.”
"Then don't blame me for being ruthless." Murong Fu said lightly, raised his hand slightly, and the Ping Ping Sword automatically slipped out of the scabbard in Ting Feng's hand, and a ray of cold light pointed directly at the sweeping monk.
The sweeping monk instantly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and his hair was on his hair. Although this cold light did no real damage, it tightly locked his energy. As long as Murong Fu had a thought, unrivaled attacks would follow one after another.
Even so, the sweeping monk still shook his head firmly, "Even if I kill him, I will not help him do evil."
"Humph, what do you mean by helping Zhou to do evil?" Murong Fu sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth, "The world will be reunited if it is divided for a long time, and it will be divided if it is united for a long time. Now the world is in turmoil and the people are in dire straits. Even if I, the Murong family, don't take action, the people will not live a good life. If you want to
The only way to bring peace to the people is to unify the world."
Then, without waiting for the sweeping monk to speak, he said, "I will not negotiate terms with you today. If you still care about the old feelings, just follow me down the mountain. Otherwise, don't blame me for not thinking about the old feelings. My Murong family has developed to this day without you."
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As soon as these words were spoken, the murderous intent in the air solidified, and the temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point.
The sweeping monk was silent for a moment, and finally sighed, "Forget it, I will go with you to visit Murong's house, but I have something to say first. If I find out that you are not doing justice in the future, I will leave immediately."
"Wise move." Murong Fu's cold expression melted instantly, and instead he wore a faint smile, and the atmosphere in the courtyard instantly turned into a sunny one.
The girls were already used to this, so they all rolled their eyes and turned to go into the Zen room to pack their things.
When the sweeping monk agreed, there was not much surprise on Murong Fu's face. When he came here, he had already made up his mind to go down the mountain with him. It was just a pretense, and it was more just a test.
"Then please, senior, pack your luggage as soon as possible, and let's go down the mountain right now." Murong Fu said with a chuckle.
"I am alone and have nothing to offer." The sweeping monk said calmly.
"Whatever." Murong Fu shrugged.
"Brother Murong," at this moment, Guo Fu cried and ran over and threw herself into Murong Fu's arms, "My mother... what should she do?"
The sweeping monk's figure flickered and disappeared.
Murong Fu held Guo Fu's little face and kissed her heavily without saying a word.
Guo Fu was shy, looked around cautiously, and then said coquettishly, "Brother Murong, please don't do anything bad. You are about to leave. My mother..."
"Don't worry, I'll cure her right away." Murong Fu smiled slightly and changed the subject, "But, Fu'er, how are you going to repay me?"
"You are dead, and you have to make some conditions to save my mother," Guo Fu hammered his chest twice with her little hand, and then said in a faint voice, "Besides, my family has given it to you, what else do you want."
"Really?" Murong Fu looked at her with a half-smile, "Why didn't I know when you gave it to me?"
Guo Fu's face was as red as a ripe red apple, "As long as Brother Murong wants it, you can do it anytime."
"So what now?"
"Now?" Guo Fu was stunned, "How...how could you do that in broad daylight?"
"Haha, I'm just teasing you." Murong Fu pinched Guo Fu's face, took her hand and walked towards the meditation room where Huang Rong was.
Originally, the Beggar Clan had prepared a camp for Huang Rong and her daughter, but after she was injured and fell into coma yesterday, Murong Fu brought her back and vacated a meditation room for them.
Not long after, Murong Fu came to Huang Rong's bed, looking at that delicate face and delicate body, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"Isn't my mother beautiful?" Guo Fu suddenly asked quietly.
Murong Fu quickly suppressed the strange look in his eyes and said with a smile, "It's so beautiful that it ranks among the top ten in the world."
"Humph." Guo Fu glared at him but said nothing.
Murong Fu calmed down, checked Huang Rong's pulse, and said, "Go out and protect me."
Guo Fu was stunned and blurted out, "Can't I protect the Dharma in the house?"
"No," Murong Fu shook his head, "When you are in the house, it is easy to disrupt your mother's and me's energy, which will waste all your efforts and make your mother's injuries more serious."
Guo Fu glanced at Murong Fu suspiciously, "You don't have any plans for my mother, do you?"
Murong Fu sweated profusely in his heart. This girl was too sensitive. Even this little thought was discovered by her, but her face was serious, and she even scolded with a little reproach,
"What nonsense are you talking about? Your mother's spirit and will have been injured by the innate sword energy. If she is treated slowly, there is no danger. But now if we want to cure her all at once, we will inevitably take some risks. Naturally, we cannot allow any influence."
Guo Fu stuck out her tongue and said obediently, "I'm sorry, Brother Murong, I...I said nonsense, don't take it to heart."
"Well, go out and don't think about it anymore." Murong Fu said calmly.
Guo Fu nodded, turned around and left the meditation room.
As soon as she left, Murong Fu looked at Huang Rong with a complicated expression. He was alone in a room with a man and a woman, and most importantly, he was still unconscious. It was really a big temptation...
However, Murong Fu quickly gave up his thoughts, because Huang Rong at this moment was no different from a corpse.
He immediately reached out his right hand, flipped his wrist, a white light lit up in his palm, and slowly pushed it out.
Huang Rong's body shook slightly and slowly rose up.
Huang Rong's injury is not complicated, and it is not as serious as Murong Fu said before. However, it is impossible for ordinary people to cure it, because it does involve spiritual and willpower. There are only a few people in the world who can cure it.
The key is to eliminate the remaining innate sword energy in her body first.
Murong Fu's body emitted a strange wave, which carefully pulled out the innate sword energy from Huang Rong's body.
After a while, Huang Rong's palms bulged slightly and started to squirm, as if something was about to rush out from inside.
Murong Fu swiped his left hand through the air, and with a soft "puff" sound, a wound appeared out of thin air in Huang Rong's palm, and traces of almost transparent sword energy shot out.
About a stick of incense passed, and as the last innate sword energy was expelled, blood flowed, but Huang Rong's breathing calmed down.
Murong Fu slowly moved Huang Rong to the bed, finished his work and stood up.
"Although I can't do anything to you, I can't do it in vain." Murong Fu murmured, but he stretched out his hand and pinched a certain plump part very politely.
This feeling is incredible.
Suddenly, just when Murong Fu was about to stop, a cold light struck him.
Murong Fu hurriedly tilted his head and stepped back about ten feet. With a "chi" sound, a finger passed by him.
When he looked at Huang Rong again, he saw that her eyes were closed tightly, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her face was flushed. She was obviously awake.
"Ha," Murong Fu chuckled, as if saying to himself, "It's just a reward, we don't owe each other anything."
After saying that, he turned around and left the meditation room. He didn't know when Huang Rong woke up, but he expected that her little move must have been known to her.
Guo Fu was walking around anxiously outside. When she saw Murong Fu coming back, she immediately went to greet her, "How are you? Is my mother okay?"
"Half of it is healed." Murong Fusi commented, but seeing that Guo Fu was about to cry again, he hurriedly added, "The remaining half only needs a few days of rest and recuperation to fully recover."
Guo Fu immediately smiled and couldn't help but stepped forward and kissed Murong Fu on the face, "Thank you, Brother Murong."
"You're welcome, your mother has already thanked you." Murong Fu said pointedly.
"Ah?" Guo Fu was stunned, then said that Huang Rong had woken up and hurriedly ran into the house.