Chapter 265 The small building listened to the spring rain all night
The days passed quickly, Murong Fu practiced military and martial arts every day, and occasionally visited the beautiful girl at Mantuo Villa. Duan Yanqing and Duan Zhengchun, two enemies who had fought to death, also lived in Yanziwu.
However, the wind in the world never stopped for a moment, and the peaceful days came to an abrupt end with the arrival of a certain unscrupulous leader.
Murong Fu sat in the hall, his hand holding tea trembling slightly.
A large hole suddenly opened up on the ceiling, and cold wind poured in continuously from the gap. The classical and elegant furnishings in the hall were reduced to a pile of fragments, silently telling how thrilling the battle just now was.
If I had to use one word to describe Murong Fu's feelings at this time, it would probably be the rest of his life.
Although he had lingering feelings in his heart, Murong Fu did not show his inner feelings on his face at all.
He smiled lightly and said: "Two senior uncles and senior uncles, do you still have any doubts about my identity?"
Li Qiushui and Tong Lao stood aside, not because they were unwilling to sit, but because the entire hall of Yanziwu had been beaten to pieces in the battle just now. Except for the chair next to Murong Fu, there were no other seats.
There was nothing left to sit on.
Child Elder snorted coldly: "Boy, it seems that brat Wuyazi really likes you very much. He has taught you all the housekeeping skills."
Li Qiu Shui smiled sweetly and said, "Young Master is smart, handsome, and has strong martial arts skills. It is normal for Senior Brother Wu Yazi to take a liking to you."
Child Elder was furious: "Bitch, you are not allowed to mention my junior brother's name!"
Seeing that the two of them had a disagreement and were about to quarrel again, Murong Fu felt a headache: If they had another fight, Yanziwu would be completely destroyed.
So before the two of them rolled up their sleeves and got started, Murong Fu said: "Master Wuyazi gave me two words, saying that if I meet his two senior sisters in the future, the junior sisters will tell them these words. His old man
I still have a painting left behind during my lifetime, which is in my hands. The person painted on it is the woman that Master loved most in his life."
As soon as these words came out, the two people who were at war with each other immediately relaxed and turned their attention to Murong Fu.
"But, the two uncles and uncles destroyed my nephew's humble home into a mess. My nephew's family is poor and he has nothing to live in. He relies on this ancestral home to make a living. Now it seems that my nephew can only sleep on the streets.
Already..."
Hearing Murong Fu say the words "poor family", Jiumozhi and others on the side couldn't help but tremble, especially Su Xinghe, who suddenly started coughing violently.
Murong Fu's expression remained unchanged, his heart did not beat, and he looked at his two elders from his sect who were literally extremely wealthy.
Things have to start half a day ago...
After staying in A'Zhu's room that night, Murong Fu completely let himself go. Anyway, the Xiaoyao sect's inner strength does not have any requirement to maintain a pure yang body. Murong Fu did not get up until the sun rose three poles. From then on, the king no longer
Morning life.
When the first ray of sunshine in the early morning shone into Qinyun Xiaozhu, Murong Fu was painting Abi's eyebrows with a smile.
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty.
The door knocked three times, and A'zhu's soft voice came from outside the door: "Sir, there are people looking for you in the front hall. One of them is the great Tibetan monk from last time. Go and have a look!"
Hearing A'Zhu's voice, A Bi's smooth and pretty face suddenly turned red, like a child who was caught stealing something by an adult and didn't know where to put her hands.
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Murong Fu chuckled, gently scratched Abi's pretty face with his fingertips, and then agreed: "Okay, I'll be there right away."
Abi's face was so red that she was about to bleed, and she muttered in a low voice: "Master, didn't you say you wouldn't tell sister A'Zhu~"
Murong Fu spread his hands: "I didn't tell her, she came here on her own."
"Master~"
Murong Fu opened the door, and A'Zhu stood outside in a red dress, trying hard to hide the smile on her lips. A Bi covered her head under the quilt the moment Murong Fu opened the door.
Murong Fu asked: "Is Jiumozhi the only one here?"
A'Zhu shook his head: "No, there are many people here. Young Master Duan who was rescued by Young Master last time is also among them. There is another person who looks very similar to my cousin. This is so strange. Young Master, go and have a look."
Bar."
Murong Fu subconsciously thought of Li Qiulin, but he didn't know why Li Qiulin would suddenly come to his door so publicly, or why he was with Duan Yu.
"Is there anyone else?"
Murong Fu asked.
"There is also the leader of the Beggar Clan, Qiao, a wooden girl. By the way, there is also a very cute little girl, about six or seven years old."
Murong Fu's right eyelid twitched unconsciously, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.
"Are you sure it's a six or seven-year-old girl?"
A'Zhu smiled and nodded, and then walked around Murong Fu to find A Bi: "Get up, you lazy girl, come and wash up with me, serving the young master!"
Abi blushed with embarrassment and carefully poked her head out from under the quilt: "Sister A'Zhu, I, I'm not feeling well, I don't want to move. Can you serve the young master alone?"
Although in the past secret conversations in the boudoir, Abi had made it clear what she was thinking about her young master, but when her good sisters caught her in the act, Abi felt numb all over her body at the moment, and just wanted to huddle in the bed without moving.
It would be better if this day passes quickly.
After a lot of work, Murong Fu dressed up and came to the front hall.
"Brother Murong, you are here!"
Seeing the bright smile on Duan Yu's face, Murong Fu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Brother Duan Xian, you are fine!"
Murong Fu's smile made Duan Yu tremble unconsciously.
The moment he saw Duan Yu, Murong Fu guessed the cause and effect of the incident. At this time, Murong Fu wanted to give Duan Yu a good blow with Dacheng's Six Meridians Divine Sword.
It wasn't until he turned his eyes to Qiao Feng aside that Murong Fu's face looked a little better.
The disgraced Jiumozhi at the side made Murong Fu twitch the corner of his mouth and almost laughed out loud: "Master, we meet again, stay well!"
Jiumozhi's face trembled uncontrollably, and he subconsciously took a step back: Ever since he met this person, anything related to this person would be bad for him.
"Brother Qiao, how come you are so leisurely and elegant today to come to this humble house? Ah Zhu, why don't you wait for tea for a few guests!"
Qiao Feng waved his hand and looked heavy. Along the way, there was always a big stone weighing on his heart. At this moment, he just wanted to hear Murong Fu's answer with his own ears.
"Brother Murong, let me ask you, is the death of my deputy gang leader Ma, related to you?"