Murong Fu's expression condensed slightly: this sound contained pure inner power, which was far superior to Murong Fu at this time. He had been mentally prepared for this, but shouldn't Wu Yazi be completely paralyzed? How can he break through this hardness?
What about the door panel?
When Su Xinghe heard Wu Yazi's response, he quickly agreed respectfully. Then he pulled Murong Fu in and reminded him in a low voice: "Don't make a fuss when you see Master later!"
Su Xinghe led Murong Fu through the doorway. As soon as he entered the door, he knelt down with a pop and said, "Unworthy disciple Su Xinghe, kowtow to the master."
In a short period of time, Su Xinghe kowtowed three times, which shows how high the master Wu Yazi is in the heart of the young man. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is regarded as a god.
Out of respect for this legendary senior master, Murong Fu kept his head down from the moment he came in, not daring to look directly at him. Moreover, this old senior was Wang Yuyan's grandfather, and Murong Fu also lifted his robe.
He lowered his hem and bowed down like Su Xinghe. Unexpectedly, an invisible force held him firmly, and a gentle voice came: "Mr. Murong is not a member of my Xiaoyao disciple, so there is no need to bow down."
But in the middle of the wooden house, I saw a figure hanging in the air, with long sleeves, like two clouds on the horizon. It turned out that there were two hemp ropes hanging from the beams, holding a hanging net to support the figure. It was dim.
Under the bright light, it looks like a giant cocoon hanging, which is extremely weird.
In the darkness, the figure seemed to nod his head: "Yes, yes, he is indeed handsome and has the same demeanor as I did back then."
After a moment of pause, he said "Hey" again: "The internal strength method you practice is actually the "Beiming Divine Art"? And it seems to have a certain degree of success, very good, very good! Since you have this blessing, it is also considered
I am a disciple of Xiaoyao, so I can knock my head off."
In a short period of time, Murong Fu first used his hands to support himself, and then spoke out his skills. This made Murong Fu's head turn up in confusion. He raised his head and looked into the room, trying to see the man's face clearly, but the light in the room was dim, what?
Can't see clearly either.
The black shadow smiled: "I'm just enjoying myself and forgot about this."
Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu are from the same sect. Ding Chunqiu knows Su Xinghe thoroughly about martial arts moves, but Su Xinghe has no idea about Ding Chunqiu's many evil skills. When the two fight, even if Su Xinghe can rely on Wu Yazi to pass on
His deep inner strength was enough to suppress Ding Chunqiu, but it was not difficult for Ding Chunqiu to escape from Su Xinghe's hands.
Wu Yazi laughed heartily, and the layer of gloom that had enveloped him for many years was swept away at this moment.
He has lived a life of romance, outstanding martial arts, and scholarly knowledge. The only blemish in his life is that he does not know people well. He mistakenly accepted Ding Chunqiu, a traitor, and ended up where he is today. Over the years, he has always been looking forward to finding a smart and handsome man.
A young man can come to inherit his legacy and clean up the house for himself. This day has finally arrived for him.
If Wu Yazi's 70-year-old Beiming Zhenqi were all passed on to Su Xinghe, it would naturally be enough to defeat Ding Chunqiu. But defeat and beheading are two different concepts.
This is the reason why Wu Yazi has been unwilling to pass on his skills to Su Xinghe for many years. Firstly, his life span is not over, and secondly, he is afraid that Su Xinghe will fail his trust. Therefore, he sets up the Zhenlong chess game to find the most intelligent person in the world.
Sir, this is a helpless move.
What is this called? Does appearance mean justice?
Murong Fu complained secretly in his heart.
No wonder the other party previously praised Rong Fu for his former demeanor. To others, this was purely self-praising, but when it came from this person's mouth, it was indeed considered a supreme compliment.
Wu Yazi said with a smile, his expression was calm, but when he mentioned "Ding Chunqiu", a sharp look appeared on his face.
What made him even more delighted was that Murong Fu actually practiced the Beiming Divine Art of Xiaoyao Sect. How could this not make him extremely excited?
It was not that he had never thought about passing on the martial arts to Su Xinghe, but Su Xinghe was too distracted by chores in his early years and had no chance to learn the superior martial arts of Xiaoyao Sect in this life. In martial arts, the foundation in youth is very important, and the foundation was not laid in the early years.
Well, no matter how hard you work in your later years, your achievements will be limited.
Su Xinghe, who was beside him, was also overjoyed. He put his arm on Murong Fu's shoulder and said happily: "Junior brother, you are far more qualified than senior brother. You will definitely be able to learn the master's superior martial arts. In the future, our Xiaoyao sect will definitely regain its vitality in your hands."
He looked at Murong Fu up and down, carefully, as if looking at a rare treasure. It was not until Murong Fu felt uncomfortable being stared at that he let go of his hands with a smile.
Seeing Murong Fu's silence, Wu Yazi smiled and said, "Since you have inherited the inheritance of my Xiaoyao sect, why don't you bow down when you see me as your master?"
Under the firelight, I saw that man's face was like a crown jade, his lips were greased, his eyes were like bright stars, his eyebrows were like spring mountain green, and his hair was like jackdaw feathers. He was dressed in white clothes and spotless, and his three-foot beautiful beard was like the beard of a blue dragon.
The man among the gods.
This method of lighting candles was much better than Jiumozhi's previous use of a flame knife to light incense in Tianlong Temple, which made Murong Fu horrified.
"Reinstatement, my teacher already knows what happened between you and Xinghe outside. Don't take it to heart that Xinghe hurt you. In recent years, Ding Chunqiu, that traitor, has secretly used
All despicable methods were used. Xinghe did this out of necessity. I apologize to you on behalf of your senior brother."
Wu Yazi nodded happily, seeming very satisfied with Murong Fu.
"Hahaha, good, good, very good. I, Wu Yazi, found this great disciple in his twilight years, which brings great comfort to my life. Very good, very good!"
"Disciple Murong Fu, pay homage to Master!"
"No wonder Li Qiushui and Sister Tong Lao have been fighting for this person all their lives." Murong Fu sighed in his heart, but it was hard to tell whether this was a compliment or a derogation.
I saw the sleeves of the black shadow move, the breeze blew by, and two rows of candles in the room were lit together. Under the candlelight, an extraordinary and handsome face was illuminated.
Murong Fu said: "This disciple received the master's inherited skills from Wuliang Mountain in Dali. I think the fate between master and disciple was destined in the past life. It's a pity that the disciple's martial arts is not yet proficient. The last time he fought against the evil thief Ding Chunqiu, he was unable to defeat him.
Full merit, I hope Master will forgive me!" "Wuliang Mountain?" Wu Yazi murmured to himself. Although he had already guessed the origin of Murong Fu's Beiming Magic, when he heard the other person mention this place personally
, still made his expression change. He looked into the distance, seemingly lost in reminiscence.
"Since you received the inheritance of my master from Wuliang Mountain, I think you also saw the jade statue carved by my master in the past. When you went there, did you see a woman in the cave?"
A look of excitement flashed across Wu Yazi's face.
But Murong Fu's answer instantly disappointed him: "Master, no one lives in the cave." "However, there is a strange thing in it."