Murong Bo was frightened and angry. Suddenly, his face turned pale and his body trembled slightly. After a moment, his whole body trembled like a sieve of bran, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down from his forehead one by one.
It was already midnight and everything was silent.
"Here comes again, damn it."
Every morning, noon, midnight, three o'clock, Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu are like ten thousand needles to prick, and the pain cannot be taken. No matter what kind of magic medicine you take, it will have no effect. As long as you have one internal energy,
The pain of acupuncture is even deeper into the bone marrow. It is really worse than death. In a day, he died three times in a row. What's the fun of living like this? He felt that he had not had much time, so he lost his rules and came to find him.
Murong Fu revealed his identity and hoped to start a joint incident, but Murong Fu's attitude made him feel even more heartbroken.
"Forget it, forgot it, I'll just die at the hands of this little beast."
Looking at Murong Bo's expression, Murong Fu initially thought that the other party was intentionally using fraud. After Murong Bo's expression became more and more wrong, he realized it.
"I really don't understand why you want to practice the 72 Shaolin skills. You can practice yourself to be neither human nor ghost."
Murong Fu sighed.
Isn't it?
Murong Bo was once able to use the Vajra finger force that he had just started to practice, and he was able to hit the Huangmei monk who had just left the world with one finger, and he doubted his life. From then on, he fled to Dali for more than 40 years without asking about the affairs of the world. You should know the latter later.
His martial arts cultivation is just slightly weaker than Duan Yanqing. Duan Yanqing, while Ding Chunqiu did not appear, vaguely had the style of being the number one master of the Central Plains Evil Sect.
Murong Bo, who was in his early twenties, was able to kill Cui Baiquan, who was the same level as the four evil men. In order to avoid Murong Bo's pursuit, the latter hid in Zhennan Prince's Mansion for more than 30 years, afraid of Murong Bo as he was afraid of ghosts.
One of Xiao Yuanshan and the other one of Murong Bo, they all got into tasks that could not come out of the horns and forced themselves to waste.
"I am not good at making a plan. If you want to do something, don't be too slap in it, so I will look down on you."
Murong Bo said in a muffled voice. The pain became even worse when he was angry. Sweat rolled down from his forehead like streams, and his pale face was full of ravines.
Murong Fu sighed, "If I say that I can save you from the pain of prickly pricking three times a day at Yangbai, Lianquan and Fengfu, how can you do it?"
Murong Bo's eyes suddenly froze: "What did you say?"
Murong Fu said to himself: "You have been hiding in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion for many years and have secretly practiced all the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. Hey? Not to mention the quality of Shaolin martial arts, those seventy-two unique skills are
The masters of Shaolin Temple who were brought to Shaolin Temple by all generations were not all created by Master Bodhidharma, as Shaolin boasted. The so-called martial arts in the world came from Shaolin, to be precise, it was just "the martial arts in the world came into Shaolin". So many first-class masters
Before becoming a monk, the martial arts methods were more than one thousand people and different, and they were simply incompatible. They were just a sign of Shaolin Temple. You don’t even realize this, and you just want to be greedy for more and more.
, Oh, I really don’t know how you think.”
After saying that, he pointed in the air and untied Murong Bo's acupoint: "It's a shame to live a fool like you. You'd better die for me!"
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and slapped Murong Bo's sky spirit cover with a palm. The strong wind whistled, and he suddenly used tens of force.
Murong Bo was just preached by Murong Fu, and was shocked and confused. He suddenly saw Murong Fu start a sudden attack and was shocked. He was shocked and shocked. He looked at him with his palms and slapped his sky spirit cover.
Suddenly, I thought of the other party's martial arts skills as high as he and I. After raising my hand, my body floated backwards. The antelope hung its horns without any trace, making it an extremely skillful body technique.
Murong Bo has been immersed in the Murong family's martial arts for more than 60 years, and it is no small matter. After studying the 72 unique skills of Shaolin, he is even more powerful. This raises his hand and floats his body, but it seems ordinary, but it is a
The palm blocks all kinds of attacks in the world, and once you retreat, you will go to any pursuit in the world. The strict and elegant defense can be said to be the best and most beautiful.
But Murong Fu slapped his palm with a heavy force, and suddenly his energy disappeared. He gently slapped the "Baihui acupoint" in the middle of Murong Bo's forehead, Murong Bo's
One step backwards and one pattern has no effect at all.
"Baihui point" is the most important thing in the human body. Even if it is encountered by a person who knows martial arts at all, it is still likely to be injured. Under Murong Fu's attack, Murong Bo's whole body was shocked, and he was immediately extinguished and turned backwards.
fall.
Murong Fu looked at him lying straight on the ground motionless. After confirming that the other party had no breath anymore, he sighed: "Oh, I'm just a beginner to practice this method. If I don't know how to grasp the strength, I'll really beat you to death.
You can only blame yourself for your hardship.”
The palm-strike of Baihui is the Xiaoyao School’s method of treating injuries.
"Let's go."
After saying that, he grabbed Murong Bo's back collar, took a big step, and used his body technique to control the wind. His sleeves flew around as if he was on the verge of the wind. In an instant, he left the swallow dock and galloped towards the dark night.
Murong Bo slowly opened his eyes.
He felt his body floating in the air. When he looked again, he was shocked. An invisible energy was holding him. His unfilial son was poking around him, and from time to time he made a thrust finger point on him
Above the key points around the body.
"Rebellious, what are you going to do?"
As soon as Murong Bo opened his mouth, he was touched by Murong Fu's pointing in the air and fell asleep again.
Murong Fu sighed softly: "Oh, the technique is still a bit rough."
But there is no way. The sweeping monk used Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo to use one of them to be strong in yang energy, and the weak fire rushes upwards, and the other to be strong in yin energy, and the wind and cold are blocked inwards, and the yin and yang are complementary to heal together. Murong Fu is pure north
The masculinity in the Netherworld Divine Art simulates the yang fire all the way, and while using finger power to open up the meridians for Murong Bo, it is even more difficult.
"drink!"
Suddenly, Murong Fu shouted loudly, and the true energy in his body was stirred. In an instant, 360 acupoints in Murong Bo were pointed at the same time, and the eight extraordinary meridians were penetrated at the same time, as if spring ice had just broken, and hundreds of rivers were surging, gathering into a vast river.
The waves are endless.
Murong Bo squirted out a mouthful of blood and sat up.
"Dangerous son, do you dare to kill your father?"
After waking up again, Murong Bo's first words were this.
A trace of mockery flashed through Murong Fu's eyes: What a father who doesn't know his son, and his son who doesn't know his father. But it's fine, this kind of kindness of giving birth can be completely paid off this time. From then on, the dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the soil, and the word "forget"
When the sky shines, the previous fate will disappear.
Murong Fu laughed, as if he was joking with a stranger who had first met: "It's early morning now, try to use your skills to see if those acupoints are still painful?"
Murong Bo was stunned. At this time, the morning sun was lazily scattering on his face. He felt that his body was unprecedentedly relaxed, as if he had returned to thirty years ago. At that time, when he had not yet practiced Shaolin Kung Fu, although he was full of suspicion.
He still tried to use his internal strength and was surprised to find that the acupoints that made him worse than death in the past ten years were not moving at this moment. The pain of accumulating the heart three times a day in the past ten years was as if Nan Ke had a dream, as if it was another lifetime.
.
"How did you do it?"
"You don't need to know, you just need to know that you won't suffer this again in the future. Just spend the rest of your life."
Murong Bo was slightly stunned and then said anxiously: "Since you have this magical skill, you, my father and son join forces, when today, who can defeat Dayan? The revival of Dayan is just around the corner."
Murong smiled, the rise and fall of a hundred generations, and the east wind blows down the trees of the previous dynasty. For thousands of years, there are so many nobles in this world who have lost their country. If everyone is clamoring to restore the country, how many are there
The country has come to place the ambition that is greater than the sky.
The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change. It does not mean that the country is easy to change, but that compared with the nature rooted in the bones, the country is easy to change.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "I'll tell you a story, do you want to listen?"
Murong Bo was stunned, but he didn't expect Murong Fu's answer to be this.
"In the past, there was a young man from a famous martial arts family. When he learned to remember, he was told that he would take on the task of restoring his homeland in the future. Even though his so-called homeland had been destroyed for more than 600 years, the country had changed hands several times.
.But generations of men in his family are working hard for this goal. He is the same. For this reason, he worked hard to practice martial arts and became the leader of the younger generation in the world at a young age. But how difficult is it to change the day?
Even though he was running around and planning, he could let his wisdom and scheming go all out, and he would be vain after all..."
"In the end, he sat on the grave wearing paper clothes and was treated by a group of children. The girl who had been serving him looked at her master and cried silently."
"How is this story?"
Murong Bo was stunned, as if he had been sucked in his soul. For some reason, a hint of panic arose in his heart.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and no longer had to worry about this topic. Dust returns to dust and soil. Some things are ultimately a confusing account, and it is useless to say more: "The lakes and mountains are shining here, and the scenery is like a picture. Mr. Dongpo said that's a saying.
If you want to compare West Lake with Xizi, it is always suitable for light makeup and heavy makeup.' Such a good scenery is worthy of your ambition. You can live here in the future and don't come out again. The grievances and grievances of the past are just the
Let it be buried."
Murong Bo stared at the sunshine outside in a daze. After so many years, he felt that this was the first time he stood so openly in the sunshine.
Murong Fu gently pushed open the door of a house: "Go in."
The house was very new, and it was not long after it was completed. The servants in the courtyard were shuttled between them. When they saw the two of them coming in, they ignored them, as if they were isolated from the world.
"These are all mutes and deaf people, and they will deliver you food in the future."
Murong Fu led Murong Bo straight down a secret passage. Murong Bo was in a daze and for some reason kept following behind.
“Where is this?”
Murong Bo asked in surprise.
"This is your place to live in the future under West Lake. In the future, you and I will not have to meet again. After you a hundred years, I will buried your body in the ancestral tomb of Murong's family. Goodbye, father."
"Wait, wait, Fu'er!"
Murong Fu didn't want to wait, but his figure flashed and disappeared in a moment. The door cast by the steel behind him slowly closed with the operation of the machine. Murong Bo came to the world like a ghost wandering around.
The circle returned to the grave.
"Farewell, father."
Murong Fu turned around and smiled faintly. Outside, the sky was clear and the sun was just right.