In the vast world, there is only the shadow of a sword.

The chaos that swallowed up Murong Fu's spiritual consciousness was like a spiritual cage, binding him within it. Until the sword that originated from his consciousness appeared and cut through the chaos.

Only then did he hear the old voice, humming some ancient tune intermittently.

"Who can be carefree in this world? The sea of ​​dust is vicissitudes of life, and the darkness of the north is vast..."

Murong Fu opened his eyes from his coma and felt a sharp pain in his Dantian, but he couldn't muster any strength in his body.

He turned around with difficulty and saw a dark figure with his back to him.

"Young man, you wake up..."

Murong Fu's energy moved his Dantian, but he was shocked by the energy and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"You have been deprived of your Dantian. You can only rely on yourself to practice cultivation again in this life." The black figure asserted.

Murong Fu held his breath and concentrated, and carefully investigated, and found that his Dantian was attacked by an external force and suffered extremely serious damage. The originally stored Beiming Zhenqi jumped around randomly, making the Dantian Qi sea a mess. To outsiders, it looked like

Dantian is generally abandoned.

This person's judgment shows that his level of martial arts is not very high.

Murong Fu looked around and found that this was a bottomless cave. He could barely see anything with the help of a ray of light falling from a high place.

The voice said: "Since you are here, you are the one who is destined to me. Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"

"Huh?" Murong Fu's eyes narrowed. He was seriously injured when he was caught in the Zhenlong chess game and was attacked by someone. Could it be that the place he was in at this time was the Wuyazi cave?

Through the sunlight that filtered down, Murong Fu could vaguely see Wu Yazi's three-foot-long beard in front of him, each one of which was gray. His face was like a crown jewel, but there were not even a single wrinkle. He was probably over a hundred years old.

, but he is still energetic and elegant. It can be seen that he was even more handsome when he was young. No wonder Li Qiushui and Tong Lao fought fiercely over him.

Seeing that Murong Fu didn't answer, the voice said again: "The opportunity is fleeting. I have been waiting for thirty years, and there will not be much time left to wait for you. Young man, make a decision quickly! This will only benefit you, not anything."

Harm."

When Wu Yazi saw Murong Fu's handsome appearance, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy and felt that this man was his best successor.

Murong Fu cupped his hands and saluted, "Murong Fu, I have met senior Wu Yazi."

Wu Yazi was slightly surprised, but he was not surprised that the other party knew his name, but that the surname was Murong.

Wu Yazi glanced at Murong Fu and asked: "Murong Fu? Who are you, Murong Longcheng?"

Murong Fu made no secret of it and said: "He is the ancestor of our family."

Wu Yazi looked as expected and muttered to himself: "I didn't expect that he would be a descendant of the Murong family..."

According to what he said, he seemed to know Murong Longcheng.

Wu Yazi thought secretly for a long time, then sighed and said: "Your Murong family has its own unique skills, so why do you need to learn from my Xiaoyao sect!"

Murong Fu didn't reply, but he thought in his heart, no one in the world would despise him for his great martial arts skills.

"But since you can enter here, it proves that you are destined to me. Although I can't entrust it to you, I still want to give you a gift. In this case, you can go!"

Wu Yazi said, suddenly exerting a suction force.

Murong Fu only felt a huge wave of true energy, but he had already reached the level of a great master! He thought in his heart that even if the true energy was in his body, he could not control himself.

Murong Fu was sucked to his side by Wu Yazi, and he heard Wu Yazi say: "You are good at everything, but it's a pity that your surname is Murong."

Wu Yazi is definitely a Virgo. If Xu Zhu comes in, this face-controlling person will despise his parents for being ugly. He is not as handsome as him, and he will blame his own bad surname.

Damn, this guy is just so arrogant.

"Having said that, does the senior have a better candidate?" Although Murong Fu was restrained by him, he still remained calm.

Wu Yazi shook his head, "There really is no other choice. There are not many people who are as beautiful both inside and outside as you are, but..."

"What's wrong with the surname Murong?" Murong Fu said with a speechless expression.

"Of course your life experience is not something you can choose. However, I can't see through you at all. The illusion of the Zhenlong chess game was created by my founder of the Xiaoyao Sect to test people's hearts."

It turned out that Wu Yazi planned to enter the game to lead him out of the puzzle, but he was horrified to find that Murong Fu actually broke the puzzle himself and completely destroyed the illusion of Zhenlong chess game. What a terrible thing!

He couldn't get rid of the Zhenlong chess game. After knowing Murong Fu's identity, Wu Yazi blamed some secrets of the Murong family. After all, Murong Longcheng back then was also an existence that was not inferior to the founder of the Xiaoyao sect.

Murong Fu also gradually understood that Wu Yazi was completely unknown to him. He did not dare to teach him the skills easily. If someone like Xu Zhu could see through it at a glance, Wu Yazi could not understand Murong Fu at all.

He was a being in the realm of a great master and had already mastered his soul, but he could not see through a warrior who was not a master. If it were Murong Fu, he would have looked like he saw a ghost.

But we have already arrived here. It would be a pity to be rejected by Wu Yazi because of this. After all, he is not a native Murong Fu, he is just a guy who borrowed corpses to bring back souls. Naturally, he does not know the secrets of the Murong family.

Suddenly, Wu Yazi attracted Murong Fu's body, his hands roamed over his body, and he had finished exploring his whole body in a matter of seconds.

"It is God's will, and I can pass on the Xiaoyao sect's martial arts to you. However, you have to give up the Murong family's martial arts. Are you willing?"

Without waiting for Murong Fu's reply, Wu Yazi suddenly exerted force on his palm, and a stream of Beiming Qi poured into Murong Fu's body, but it was to explore the situation inside his body.

No! Murong Fu had practiced the first two chapters of Bei Ming Shen Gong in advance. Wu Yazi couldn't tell anything from the outside. When the true energy entered his body, all his flaws were exposed.

"Huh?" Wu Yazi was startled. He clasped Murong Fu's wrist with his palm and said with a frown, "How come you have Beiming Qi in your body? It's just of mixed nature and has not been completely refined..."

The more Wu Yazi investigated, the more shocked he became. The reason was that Murong Fu had swallowed red clams and ice silkworms, and the Beiming Qi in his body was divided into yin and yang, as well as hardness and softness.

"It's amazing! This is the first time I've seen two kinds of Qi, Yin and Yang, exist in the human body at the same time... It seems that the Murong family really has some skills!"

Wu Yazi thought that the coexistence of these two kinds of Qi was the function of a certain secret skill of the Murong family.

"Where does the Beiming Qi in your body come from?" Wu Yazi asked seriously.

Murong Fu said: "I got two volumes of secret books in the Jade Cave of the Wuliang Sword Sect in Dali, and I practiced according to them..."

Wu Yazi said "Huh", and then his face was blank, as if he was recalling some past events. After a while, he nodded again.

"It seems that the fate between you and my Xiaoyao sect is really deep. Since you have been to Langhuan Paradise, have you also seen the Jade Girl Statue in the cave?"

"Yes." Murong Fu didn't have to hide it.

"Alas..." Wu Yazi sighed, a little sadly, "Then do you know who that jade girl is?"

Murong Fu shook his head.

Wu Yazi said: "Why are I telling you this?"

Murong Fu saw his disdainful expression on his face, as if he didn't understand even if he told him, but he was dissatisfied in his heart. He thought to himself that he was a time traveler, so he didn't need to know more than you?

"Senior Wuyazi, do you know that you still have a daughter in this world?"

"What?"

Wu Yazi was shocked and grabbed Murong Fu's wrist tightly, causing him pain.

"Whose daughter?"

Murong Fu said quickly: "She is the daughter of senior Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui!"

"Qiu Shui?" Wu Yazi felt confused for a while when he mentioned this name.

A strange light flashed in his eyes, which contained both the beauty of memories and a certain hatred.

"Li Qiu Shui, does she have my daughter..." Wu Yazi did not deny it. It seems that he did spend some time with Li Qiu Shui back then, and he was most likely the projection of the sword-dancing god from Wuliang Mountain. Already.

"That woman... how is she doing now?" Wu Yazi asked calmly, without much emotion.

Murong Fu was a little strange, but he still answered truthfully: "I didn't know about her early years, but later, she married into the Wang family of Gusu, and later gave birth to a daughter, who was the granddaughter of her predecessor... Ahem, She is also my cousin."

Wu Yazi took a special look at Murong Fu and saw that his face was not red, and thought that this handsome face could be so thick-skinned.

"What is that woman called?"

Murong Fu said: "My surname is Li and my given name is Qingluo."

"Qingluo, that's a good name. She still likes Qingluo flowers so much...she's not as fussy as her mother."

Wu Yazi seemed a little relieved when he heard that Li Qingluo had not become the second Li Qiushui, but he did not ask any more questions.

It seems that this daughter is not his biological child.

"I was shocked when I saw the Jade Girl Statue in the Langhuan Blessed Land, because the jade statue was very similar to my cousin." Murong Fu said embarrassedly.

Wu Yazi nodded, "If I have the chance, I would also like to meet this little girl. But it's a pity..."

He looked up at the ray of light outside and sighed.

"Senior will never be able to get out of this grotto," Murong Fu said.

Wu Yazi glanced at him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then returned to normal.

"You have good eyesight. I really can't believe the Murong family. Since you have seen my state, you also know that I can't hold on for too long."

Wu Yazi said frankly.

It turns out that his body is not his real body, but his Yinshen!

When martial arts practice reaches the level of a great master, although the Yang God cannot be directly conceived, the Yin God can be unsheathed. However, although the Yin God is the same as the physical body, it cannot see the light. Once it sees the sun, it will directly dissipate.

Wu Yazi has already died at some point, and only survives in the world in the form of a Yin God. But currently, it seems that his Yin God has not successfully cultivated into a Yang God, and cannot stay in the Yang world for a long time. That is why he will let Su Xinghe played the Zhenlong chess game and looked for his successor.

"But senior has no other choice today. If senior is willing to take a gamble, just believe in junior." Murong Fu said sincerely.

Wu Yazi thought for a moment and nodded.
To be continued...