"You are so smart, you should know why I am here." Murong Fu said it out with a gentle smile and a soft tone, but the listener felt that he was back to the day when he first met him.

Turning back and looking at the slightly tired man, Ye Zhikuang felt an unprecedented guilt in his heart: "I'm sorry, it was me who caused you trouble."

"No, this has nothing to do with you." Murong Fu smiled, his smile was like the warm wind in spring, completely harmless.

But the more he acted like this, the more Ye Zhikuang felt like it was a burden.

She understands a man's thoughts, and she also knows how to deal with feelings very clearly.

She couldn't give Murong Fu a corner of space, even if that space was as small as fur.

She also doesn't want to be a passionate woman.

"Murong Fu, before you do anything in the future, you can ask me if I need it." Ye Zhikuang said in a low voice.

"Do you think you can feel at ease because you owe him?" The person he was referring to was also Mo Junxie. She didn't seem to resist anything that Mo Junxie arranged for her. However, he could do it too, but why was she unwilling?

accept.

"This is different." Ye Zhikuang turned around, faced Murong Fu, and said calmly.

A bitter smile appeared on Murong Fu's lips: "What's different is that he loves you, and I can give you this feeling."

Ye Zhikuang frowned in embarrassment and said: "Murong Fu, I am not here to talk to you about my children's affair today, but... wind chimes."

He looked back at the four corners of the ancestral hall and said, "After much thought, the only place left is the ancestral hall."

"Kang, you guessed it right. Only the ancestral hall can suppress the evil spirit of wind chimes. So, can you tell me why you need the wind chimes from our Murong family?" Murong Fu still knelt in front of the Murong family's ancestor.

There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, but he hid it deeply.

Ye Zhikuang raised his hand and looked at his palm. Although she could not see her body temporarily after receiving Qibao's illusion, she could still feel the scratches on Mo Junxie's palm caused by the wind chime that night.

How painful is the wound.

"Your old lady once gave me a wind chime." Ye Zhikuang glanced at Murong Fu who was still kneeling on the ground, but calmly told Murong Fu what happened that night.

After hearing this, Murong Fu's brows immediately exuded an indifferent look of solemnity, and he was obviously very dissatisfied with the old lady's actions.

He did not allow anyone to look at Ye Zhikuang with questioning eyes.

Murong Fu stood up slowly. He had been kneeling on the ground for several days and nights without dripping water. How could he still stand so steadily?

Ye Zhikuang asked: "Does it matter if you want it?"

Murong Fu looked a little pale and weak, but his handsome face smiled and shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter."

"Actually, that wind chime didn't cause much harm to me. The wind chime was already shattered by him." Ye Zhikuang told truthfully.

Murong Fu sighed: "The old lady really disappoints me. In fact, there are seven wind chimes in my Murong family. The world calls these wind chimes the 'Seven Skillful Bells'. But the old lady had done it fifteen years ago."

They used the 'Qiqiao Bell' to hunt down the Yinwu people in Junlan City. The Yinwu people were extinct, but the 'Qiqiao Bell' was missing one. Although it was only one, it had a great influence. The 'Qiqiao Bell' was no longer available.

He can’t regain the strength he once had.”

"The Hidden Mist Man?" Ye Zhikuang frowned in confusion.

"The Hidden Mist people became extinct fifteen years ago. Oh, let me make it clear. They are the True Dragon Clan, also known as the Blue-Mandled Silver Dragon Clan by later generations. They have lived in Junlan City for thousands of years and have never set foot in it.

Central Plains, but right here..."

The sound of footsteps outside made Murong Fu stop talking. He raised his hand and pointed at the altar in front of him, raised his eyebrows and winked.

Ye Zhikuang looked in the direction he pointed. There was a piece of red cloth covering the entire altar. Ye Zhikuang quickly got in. Red put down his entire petite body and was covered under the altar.

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The bottom of the altar was a space that could accommodate two large men, so when she entered, it didn't seem too narrow. On the contrary, she felt that the space was very large.

Not long after she entered, the door was pushed open.

An old man slowly walked into the ancestral hall with a cane. When the door opened, Murong Fu knelt on the ground again.

He looked intently at each of the sacred tablets on the altar.

The old lady came to him and looked at Murong Fu condescendingly, with stern and forbearing anger in her tone: "You are still unwilling to agree to me."

"Old lady, I still said what I said before. Ye Zhikuang is a disciple of Ye Yun Sect, which is completely inconsistent with your question. Just relying on a wind chime cannot determine that there is something wrong with her identity. What's more... she is Ye Zhikuang.

The daughter of Hai Tian and Bai Xinrou, I think it’s the old lady who thinks too much.”

Murong Fu tightened his face and said.

He was even more disappointed with what the old lady did. He stayed here for a few days without asking him if it was okay.

Moreover, judging from her tone, she did not intend to let him go. The old lady now maintained a completely distrustful attitude towards him.

She wiped out the debt of Nie Wuli's family, and he hasn't even settled the matter with her yet.

The old lady turned around and looked at the ancestors of the Murong family. Obviously her voice was louder than before: "You are a descendant of the Murong family. It is your duty to protect Luo City and your homeland. That tragic battle that year

, you are still young and don’t understand at all, but if you really leave any harm behind, it will be you who will regret it later. Do you think people from that clan will see that you were once her friend and Tiantian was once her good sister?

Show mercy?"

"But you have also seen that she is just an ordinary person. Her mother is the daughter of the head of the Bai family, and her father is an ordinary person in Dongcheng." Murong Fu never felt that there was anything wrong with Ye Zhikuang's identity.

If something is really wrong, then what he should doubt is whether Ye Zhikuang's father is Ye Haitian or Luo Guangquan.

"Old lady, you are old. There are many things that you should not have interfered with long ago. My father is not just standing in front of the Murong family for outsiders to laugh at."

His father, the head of the Murong family, does not have the sovereignty in the hands of the old lady. All major affairs inside and outside are under the control of the old lady. He must do whatever the old lady tells him to do.

But his father never complained.

Just because his father doesn't care doesn't mean he doesn't care either.

He was fed up with the old lady's self-righteousness.

When the old lady heard Murong Fu's words, she angrily stomped the cane in her hand, completely lacking the kindness she showed when in front of outsiders.

"Murong Fu, I am not doing this in the hope of helping you get rid of those evils."

"That's enough. The harm you mentioned doesn't exist at all. It's you who are worrying people." As soon as the old lady finished speaking, Murong Fu shouted decisively.

The old lady was so angry at his words that she backed away and hit the altar heavily. The fruits on the altar fell to the ground with a clang.

The sacred tablets placed on the altar also fell heavily. The old lady was shocked. Looking at the sacred tablets, she immediately bent down and picked them up carefully, muttering something unknown.

, as if apologizing to the god card.

Although Ye Zhikuang couldn't see the situation outside, he could feel the angry atmosphere approaching.

She heard clearly inside that Murong Fu seemed to be defending her, but the old woman seemed to want to use Murong Fu to investigate her.

Murong Fu disagreed, so the old lady planned to keep him locked up here.

Ye Zhikuang finally understood how selfish people who are amiable in front of others but cold and heartless behind others are actually.

She held her breath, because the old lady of the Murong family was not weak either.

Even Murong Fu could smell her breath, so maybe that old woman could too.

The old lady put the sacred tablets in place and held the altar in place. Then she turned around and stared at Murong Fu with sharp eyes like needles: "Okay, since you insist on doing this, then kneel down in front of your ancestors.

, kneel down until you wake up."

Holding on his crutches and taking long strides, he walked past Murong Fu.

Reaching behind him, Murong Fu suddenly turned his face and said in a low voice: "Old lady, you silenced Nie Changfeng's family, but knowing that Nie Changfeng still has a relative in Jianli, you are not afraid of that relative.

Will I come back and kill you?"

When the old lady heard this, her heart twitched hard and her pupils shrank. She cherished her life more than anyone else. She offended countless families when she was young. Now that she has lived for hundreds of years, she is still so cautious in her behavior.

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In fact, to put it bluntly, she is a person who does not want to die.

She turned back, glanced at Murong Fu, and left the ancestral hall without asking any more questions.

She knew in her heart who Nie Changfeng's relative was.

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The door closed, Ye Zhikuang opened the red curtain and got down from the bottom of the altar. Unexpectedly, as soon as her feet touched the ground under the altar, she felt a lightness in her body and she fell down.

After exclaiming, her voice was no longer heard.

After Murong Fu heard such a strange exclamation, he didn't care too much. He stood up and walked quickly to the altar. He opened the red curtain and saw a round hole one meter wide under the altar.

Looking from top to bottom, the bottom of the cave is deep and dark.

"Kang, Kuang'er..." Murong Fu called worriedly.

Not hearing Ye Zhikuang's voice, Murong Fu didn't care about anything and jumped into the dark hole.

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The cave wall is slippery, and Ye Zhikuang keeps rolling down between the steep cave walls.

She summoned the Ming Veng Orchid and kept extending it upwards until the Ming Veng Orchid stopped rising and her body hung steadily in the air.

Looking up, he saw a light blue figure falling downwards.
To be continued...