Kang Guangling kowtowed and said: "This disciple is stupid. He should have reacted long ago when his uncle transmitted the message. It's just that the master had encountered an accident many years ago. The appearance of his uncle is really..."
"Unbelievable, isn't it?"
Murong Fu smiled, walked to the table, picked up a cup of half-hot tea, and poured it on the face of Gou Du, who had just been fascinated by Shi Qinglu's pollen. Gou Du woke up leisurely, his eyes blank, as if he had done something.
A big dream.
It turns out that the internal power of the Xiaoyao sect is very different from any other sect in the world. Murong Fu used the superior internal power of the Xiaoyao sect to transmit his voice. Disciples of other sects could not hear it. Only those with the internal power of the Xiaoyao sect could hear the voice.
For example, Tong Lao and Li Qiu Shui were enemies who had been fighting each other for a lifetime. Tong Lao went to the Xixia Palace to seek trouble with Li Qiu Shui, and she used this sound transmission technique. Every time the two of them fought, the entire palace was almost destroyed.
It was overturned, but no one in the palace noticed it.
As the eldest disciple of Su Xinghe, Kang Guangling had followed Su Xinghe for the longest time. Naturally, he had heard Su Xinghe talk about the magic of the Xiaoyao sect's inner strength. If he wanted to conquer the world, how could he possibly imagine what Gusu Murong could do?
He became a disciple of the Xiaoyao sect, and he had the superior internal strength of the Xiaoyao sect? So at first, Kang Guangling was just confused and did not dare to take action. After all, in his understanding, the master Wu Yazi, who was the leader of the Xiaoyao sect, had already
He was killed by the evil thief Ding Chunqiu, and Su Xinghe himself did not have such profound inner strength. So where did Murong Fu's Xiaoyao sect's inner strength come from?
It wasn't until Murong Fu used the Beiming Divine Skill to activate Dou Zhuan Xing Shi to knock down several people one after another that he dared to confirm that the opponent was indeed possessing profound internal power of the Xiaoyao Sect. Although the Beiming Divine Skill was such a profound skill, Wu Yazi did not pass it on to Su Xinghe
, but the internal force that obviously comes from the same source cannot be faked in any case. Thinking back to what happened before, the most impossible things have become possible.
"Okay, you are too old to be shameful. Here is the letter written by Senior Brother Su. You can read it yourself."
Several people were dealt with in a few seconds. Murong Fu felt bored and waved his hand to Divine Doctor Xue behind him, indicating that he would clean up the mess. Divine Doctor Xue quickly looked at his brothers one by one. The whole hall was full of people lying down.
Doctor Xue inspected the place one by one and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Murong Fu had not done anything serious.
"Let them rest for a while, drink some tea, and then come down and find me in the back hall. Let Master Nephew Xue explain to you what's going on." Murong Fu left a few words and then left, too lazy to be here anymore.
Waste words on this matter.
He originally had high expectations for the martial arts of the Eight Friends of Hangu. He thought that with the combined efforts of the opponent and several people, he could compete with the top masters. However, he did not expect that the opponent would be defeated so simply and neatly, and his interest suddenly disappeared.
In fact, Murong Fu took this for granted. In the past, a few people would have been able to fight with Murong Fu. However, after Murong Fu retreated for a month to practice all the thirty-six meridians of Beiming Magic, his martial arts cultivation level has actually reached a new level.
At this level, even he himself was not aware of it. In terms of purely profound and mellow internal energy, Murong Fu was already far above Xiao Yuanshan and others at this time, but he was not aware of it.
The back hall of Shenhe Village.
Abi had a worried look on her face, and she looked up in the direction of the front hall from time to time. After all, A'Zhu, who was on the side, couldn't stand it any longer and said with a smile: "Sister Abi, if you shake your hands a few more times, this hibiscus cake will be on top."
The flowers are really ruined, and the young master will be unhappy by then."
"Sister A'Zhu, you said Mr...." A Bi finally couldn't help but ask.
A'Zhu smiled and said: "Oh, you have asked this question a dozen times tonight. I have told you earlier to reassure you. I think the martial arts of the few people here this time are far inferior to those of the great monks last time. You
Judging from the look on the young master's face, he doesn't take them seriously at all. Don't you know the young master's temper? He won't take risks without absolute certainty."
After a pause, a sly look flashed across A'Zhu's face, and he said: "Although sister A Bi also cared about the young master in the past, she was not as nervous as she is now. Well, tell me honestly, A Bi, are you and
Young Master..."
"Oh, sister A'Zhu, you are annoying. No more!"
Two rosy clouds flew up from Abiyu's cheeks, and she began to fight with A'Zhu coquettishly. A'Zhu let out a sweet smile and hurriedly moved away, begging for mercy: "Good sister, I said the wrong thing, please forgive me.
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But does anyone know?
After all, the two of them didn't fight for too long. After a while, the laughter gradually subsided. A'Zhu tidied up his hair, which was slightly messy due to the fight, and said coquettishly: "You are anxious when the young master is mentioned. You have been like this since you were a child."
Abi smiled and said: "Sister A'Zhu, don't just laugh at me. Tell the truth. Don't you have any interest in the young master?"
Hearing this, a hint of sadness flashed in A'Zhu's eyes, but she quickly covered it up and instead said with a smile: "Okay, A Bi, you little girl, put all the little thoughts in your heart away."
Tell it now! Let’s see how you still refuse to admit it this time!”
Abi was so embarrassed that she hurriedly waved her hands and said: "I, I, I..." The word "I" was not followed for a long time, and finally she turned away in feint of anger and said: "Huh, I'm ignoring you!"
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Although she has been Murong Fu's personal maid for many years, Abi is still a Jiangnan girl from Xiaojiabiyu at heart. She is still very embarrassed when her feelings for her lover are exposed by someone close to her. What's more, although the young master has made a promise,
But how could he ever take that step! A'Zhu is so courageous and not shy at all!
Seeing Abi's childish attitude, A'Zhu felt relieved, and with a slight movement in his heart, he asked: "Good sister, tell the truth to me. Do you really like the young master?"
Abi unconsciously recalled the bold kiss she had that day in her mind, and couldn't help but blush with embarrassment. She replied in a voice as subtle as a mosquito: "Abi only wants to be with the young master forever in her life. Can she?"
I will be satisfied just by holding ink and tea for the young master... Sister A'Zhu, can we serve the young master together for the rest of our lives? The young master is a very kind person and will be kind to us for the rest of his life..."
Hearing Abi's words, a flash of emotion flashed in A'Zhu's beautiful eyes, and then she thought of something again, which made her feel sad. She looked at Abi's sincere smile from the heart, and there was a trace of bitterness in her heart: "Sister Abi
, I also want to do what you said, but..."
When she thought about her fate, she felt a sense of sadness in her heart. Maybe she would never be able to live in the sun as carefree as Abi in this life. After all, her fate was like a flying bird in the shadows.
Moth, unable to break free.
She sighed silently in her heart, but smiled on her face: "You are such a little girl, you really have something wrong in your heart..."