Murong Fu felt a mouthful of old blood pooling in his chest, and he wanted to vomit but couldn't. The feeling was suffocating.
He did not reply to Su Xinghe's words, but walked to the side, towards a mountain wall, and suddenly took out his palm. The fierce force accompanied by the strong wind smashed the rocks on the mountain wall into pieces. The hard rock was smashed into pieces under a pair of iron palms.
There was no difference. He slapped dozens of times in succession until the stone fragments flew and the entire small mountain peak was shaken. He was panting from exhaustion and did not stop.
At the end of the day, Murong Fu gave Su Xinghe a hard look with a murderous look. The little old man felt a chill on his neck and shrank back unconsciously.
He raised his fist at the little old man in a demonstrative manner and threatened: "Next time you give me such bitter tea, I will break your old bones to make fertilizer!"
Su Xinghe was stunned for a moment, then understood and laughed loudly: "Mr. Murong is really a man of the right temperament, very good, very good, hahaha."
Murong Fu smiled, knowing that the other party understood what he meant.
Su Xinghe had been testing himself from the beginning, and the poisonous cup of tea was proof. The carefully cultivated rock tea was an excuse to cover up the embarrassment. What really detoxified him was the special acupuncture technique used by the other party just now.
If he had not shown the strength to convince the opponent just now, those hundreds of moves by the opponent just now would really kill him. From Su Xinghe's point of view, this caution and ruthlessness are completely necessary.
After witnessing Ding Chunqiu's brutal act of killing his master, Su Xinghe would not have survived these decades if he still looked at the world with the mentality of an ordinary Jianghu person. In order to save half of his master Wu Yazi's life, he endured the humiliation and endured the heavy burden for three years.
After ten years of pretending to be deaf and mute, Murong Fu came to tell him that he no longer needed to pretend.
After a person encounters a huge surprise, he will always doubt the authenticity of it all. Just like a down-and-out scholar who has experienced countless failures and is suddenly told by his neighbors that he has won the lottery. His first reaction is that they are teasing him, until
I went crazy the moment I was dragged home and saw the red list.
Su Xinghe pulled Murong Fu to several small wooden houses. The houses were built against the mountain. They had no doors and were very simple, but they fit in well with the environment in the valley.
Murong Fu just watched the little old man talking quietly without saying a word.
Communication between smart people often does not require pretentious politeness.
After saying this, Su Xinghe kowtows his head and waits for the reply in the room.
A poor scholar in his fifties thinks that others are cheating him and can only continue to sell his old hens to buy three or two liters of rice to make porridge. A top-notch master of martial arts who thinks others are cheating him will kill someone.
Su Xinghe burst into tears from laughter, and suddenly felt sad, burst into tears, and danced as if crazy.
Murong Fu smiled and shook his head: "No, no. It should be said that it is a pity that Mr. Congbian was born thirty years earlier."
Murong Fu smiled slightly and did not resist. He was finally about to meet his true master.
Su Xinghe stood up and left his seat, bowed his head to the bottom, and said in a deep voice: "Su Xinghe claims to have met countless people, but I have only seen such a bold man like Mr. Murong in his life. The name of 'Nan Murong' is well-deserved!"
"Thirty years! Thirty years! Mr. Murong, do you know how I have lived these thirty years? Hahahahaha, Ding Chunqiu, you are an evil thief who will be punished by heaven and earth. The sky has eyes, and you also have today, hahahaha!"
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Su Xinghe signaled Murong Fu to stand aside, then lifted up the hem of his robe, knelt in front of the cabin, and kowtowed respectfully a few times. Then he said loudly: "Unworthy disciple Su Xinghe, dare to disturb the master's Qingxiu. Now there is
The young master of the Murong family in Gusu, who is smart, handsome and has unparalleled martial arts skills, seriously injured Ding Chunqiu, a traitor of the Xiaoyao sect, in a fierce battle and lost one of his palms. He was entrusted by Xue Muhua, a bad disciple of Xinghe, to come here to help his master in slaying the rebellion.
It is a shame to send a sect. Forgetting Master’s mercy, I allow Xinghe to come to see you and discuss countermeasures together in front of Master!”
The two got along very well. Su Xinghe was very knowledgeable and rare in the world, while Murong Fuji was smart in debate and extraordinary in seeing. The two met at a late date, and the more they explored, the more speculative they became. Su Xinghe even pulled Murong Fu tremblingly and wanted to sworn sworn relatives.
, Murong Fu looked at the other party's aged look, and politely found a topic to talk about.
The two returned to sit down in front of the stone platform, and the mute servant under Su Xinghe's door offered tea again. Murong Fu picked up the tea cup without thinking and took a sip. The tea was fragrant and sweet in the mouth, showing that it was the best quality. Murong Fu sincerely said
He exclaimed: "Good tea, top quality!"
Murong Fu put down the tea cup, left his seat with a smile, and bowed his head to the bottom as well: "Mr. Chongbian's intelligence is something Murong Fu has only seen in his life. He is well-deserved!"
Murong Fu smiled and said: "If Mr. Congbian had been born thirty years later, today's martial arts world would be Murong in the south and Congbian in the north!"
Su Xinghe felt that the miserable life of thirty years of darkness had finally cleared up and opened a new chapter. After crying and laughing, he suddenly remembered something and grabbed Murong Fu's hand with his dirty hands.
Shi Xiu smiled and said: "I was so happy that I almost forgot an important matter. Let's go, I will take the young master to see the master, and I will send the master."
However, being able to understand does not mean that you can forgive. After all, no matter how generous a person is when encountering such a thing, even if he says he doesn't mind, he will still feel a knot in his heart. Murong Fu could clearly feel every move Su Xinghe made just now.
The attack was indeed murderous. If he stretched his hips too much, he would not be able to receive dozens of moves, and the other party would really treat him as Ding Chunqiu's accomplice and kill him.
This battle also gave Murong Fu a deeper understanding of Su Xinghe's combat prowess - far superior to ordinary Shaolin Xuan generation monks.
Su Xinghe asked in confusion: "What's the explanation for this?"
"Hahahahaha!"
Murong Fu's actions just now clearly indicated to the other party that the matter was over.
"Hahahahaha"
Su Xinghe sincerely sighed: "It's a pity that Mr. Murong was born thirty years later. If he had been born thirty years earlier, it would be great for you and me to worship under the master together and listen to the master's teachings!"
The two stood up at the same time, put their arms around each other's shoulders, looked at each other and laughed. All the suspicions and hatreds melted away in a cup of tea and a loud laugh. There is nothing better than this.
Silence, deathly silence, the only sound at this moment is the wind in the mountains and the chirping of birds in the forest.
It seemed like a long time had passed, and yet it seemed that only a short moment had passed. Su Xinghe's forehead was beaded with beads of sweat. Murong Fu looked at the cabin intently, as if he wanted to see through everything in it. Immediately, this person
The peerless powerhouse in the Tianlong world was about to appear in front of him. At this moment, there was a hint of excitement in his heart that he couldn't hold back.
Finally, a strong wind split a big hole in the cabin, and a deep male voice came: "Disciple, bring Mr. Murong in!", with this sound, the pine waves in the forest surged, and at this moment, there was a roar in the plains.
A breeze.
Wu Yazi, the leader of Xiaoyao Sect, is right in front of you!
In the past two days, I have been addicted to the background music of Mr. Guan Dazhou’s National Treasure series and can’t help myself. Interested book friends can go to Xiaopo Station to listen to it. It’s absolutely nice!