A meaningful curve appeared at the corner of Murong Fu's mouth.
Xuan Ci, if he was really the magistrate of the Tao, he should have stopped himself after the Yanmen Pass incident, instead of fostering Qiao Feng, and sending books to Wang Jiantong, and other operations, and would not let his old lover go.
Ye Erniang has been killing babies for many years, pretending to be deaf and dumb, causing trouble for the world. If she ranks the evil people in the world today, Murong Bo is the first, and Xuanci is the well-deserved second. This old couple really deserves it.
I read the old saying that birds of birds of feathers gather together.
Villains and hypocrites are the best to control.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "What is Abbot Xuanci's teaching?"
Xuan Ci pondered for a long time, Murong Fu was free to calm down and watched the old monk enter into meditation with a smile.
In an instant, a fierce light flashed in Xuanci's eyes, and it was soon hidden well by him.
Murong Fu sneered and said bluntly: "Master Xuanci, don't think Murong Fushang was the same day. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that you and me were the only ones here, and he did the sound of the candle shadow and axe. Master Xuanci did not have that ability.
of!"
As he said that, an invisible energy suddenly burst out. Xuanci felt that his shoulders instantly covered an invisible mountain. He could not stand up immediately and had to urge his internal force to resist. Thinking of Xuanci's sixty years of hard work in Shaolin's profound internal skills, with all his strength
How great is it to fight each other? However, when facing this invisible energy, it is like a lonely boat hitting the waves of thousands of miles. After only one moment of resistance, he groaned and fell to the ground.
"Me, my internal strength!"
The next moment, Xuanci was extremely shocked to find that the powerful internal force he had been practicing for more than 60 years was instantly like a mud cow entering the sea, with no trace to be found, and in an instant, he felt like he fell into an ice cave.
"The Great Method of Transformation of Practice?! You have practiced the Great Method of Transformation of Practice!"
Thinking of some terrible possibility, Xuanci instantly burst into cold sweat on his forehead.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Only those who are unsuccessful in the art of cultivation and cultivation can practice the unsuccessful things like Ding Chunqiu."
After saying that, he gently whipped his sleeves and a warm breeze gently rushed towards Xuanci.
Xuanci only felt warm in his body, as if he was soaking in a hot spring in winter. In just a few breaths, his internal force that had no trace emerged from his limbs and bones.
"This, what's going on?"
This short moment shocked Xuanci.
"Why do you have to ask this more questions from the master?"
Murong Fu held his hands behind his back and smiled indifferently.
Xuanci's face instantly faded away, as if what had just disappeared was not his internal strength, but his blood and energy. His tall figure suddenly turned into a pine tree in late autumn.
Today, Shaolin abbot, known as the number one martial arts master in Shaolin in the past century, was defeated so without resistance, and was defeated in a mess, and he didn't know why.
At this moment, Xuanci's belief collapsed, as if the exquisite sand castle on the beach was instantly uncovered under the impact of the tide.
"I have practiced Shaolin's internal skills for more than 60 years, but I am not the enemy of the leader of Xiaoyao Sect! This, this, this..."
As if seeing through Xuan Ci’s inner thoughts, Murong Fu said with a smile: “Master Abbot doesn’t have to worry about it like this. Anyway, it is not the first time that the old abbot has lost in so many years. Thirty years ago, outside Yanmen Pass, the old abbot was not defeated in the same way.
Have you ever had it?"
In the secret room, candles sway and the sound of the wind is slightly shaking.
"You, what did you say? What did you say?"
Xuanci felt that he was suddenly lifted by fate's big hand and threw it out suddenly. He traveled through time and space, and returned to the afternoon more than thirty years ago. That day, the wind was roaring and the strange rocks outside Yanmen Pass were rugged.
The man's tall figure seemed to be angry with the King Kong, and beat the twenty-three Central Plains masters to pieces and were defeated. He was lifted up by the man and fell on a huge rock in the distance. He was seriously injured and witnessed it.
The Khitan man slaughtered a group of Central Plains masters like cutting melons and vegetables.
After that, for a long time, he was in a trance. He was guilty of killing a good person by mistake, and was nervous about fearing the recurrence of the past. He was also shocked by the Khitan ghost who jumped off the cliff and did not know how to survive and die and penetrated into the bones of the bones.
fear.
This is the biggest secret in his heart. For more than thirty years, he has been covered tightly by him. Now that he has been exposed like this, why don’t he be shocked?
Murong Fu smiled and said, "The old abbot is a smart man. You should know what I am talking about. Thirty years ago, Master Abbot was still young. After receiving a message from a person who should have died long ago, he led a group of heroes in the Central Plains at Yanmen Pass.
A Khitan couple was ambushed in the pile of troubled times. A group of Central Plains masters were defeated by the miraculous fighting skills of the Khitan master. The man was Xiao Yuanshan, the instructor of the Khitan Army at that time. He felt that his wife was killed for no reason and was killed.
Without such a blow, he jumped off the cliff with his wife's remains, leaving an orphan."
"It's ridiculous, shameful. There has been no war in the Song and Liao countries since Chanyuan. Abbot Xuanci actually believed the words of my old father Murong Bo, who should have died but still wandered around the world. What did he believe in the Khitan warrior?
The bullshit of seizing Shaolin's unique skills and pretending to be confused with understanding, which led to such a tragic disaster. He shamelessly took it as his achievements and inherited the position of Shaolin abbot. It's ridiculous, ridiculous."
"Master Abbot, I'm sorry, the martial arts master Abbot in this world who is better than Shaolin skills have just met. The Song Dynasty did not rely on Shaolin skills. In my opinion, the seventy-two unique skills that the Shaolin School regards as treasures are as good as bricks.
There is no difference between stone tiles and blocks, and the only thing worthy of praise is the Yijin Jing. Unfortunately, Master Abbot has not practiced it either."
Murong Fu smiled mockingly.
Xuanci's figure completely collapsed and she sighed for a long time: "So you already knew it. It was your father who told you? The thing I was most worried about finally happened. You father and son have indeed secretly colluded together."
Murong Fu sneered: "Master Abbot, this is wrong. Although Murong Bo and I have the name of father and son, we have no father and son. Since I was born, Murong Bo pretended to die and escaped, and he had not even returned home even when his first wife died.
If you take a look, how could you collude with me? But Master Abbot, I am afraid that he has provided a lot of convenience for Murong Bo over the years, right?"
Xuan Ci's whole body was struck by lightning and said in a daze: "I'm all forced, I can't do anything about it, I'm all forced."
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Is it forced to be forced? Did Xuanbei be forced to be killed?"
Xuanci widened his eyes and looked at Murong Fu steadily, without saying a word for a while.
"Xuanci, now, the only one who can help you is Murong Fu in the world. You should listen to my instructions carefully, otherwise, it will not only be you, but Shaolin's century-old reputation will also be destroyed by
once."
Xuan Ci said angrily: "Since you know that this matter has arisen because of Murong Bo, once it is revealed to the world, can your Murong family get it?"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "The abbot was joking. Everyone in the world knows that my father Murong Bo had passed away for many years. How could the incident from thirty years ago be pushed to my Murong family?"
Xuanci slowly widened his eyes and murmured: "Snare, this is a snare for thirty years. I, Xuanci, cannot be a sinner in Shaolin. I would rather die than be coerced by you!"
As he said that, he raised his big hand and shot down at the top of his head. With a "bang", Xuanci fell down immediately.
Murong Fu stared at Xuan Ci coldly and waited quietly.