The moon was rising above the willow trees, a cool breeze was blowing, and the Lujiazhuang was quiet and peaceful. Murong Fu turned left and right, heading towards the small courtyard where he lived. I wonder if it was the influence of the surrounding environment, but he was in a good mood, which was rare for him to be leisurely.
As I was walking, suddenly, a gentle whistling sound came. The sound was clear and beautiful, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes light and sometimes loud. It was very low, like a continuous drizzle, if it was there or not, although it was very low and very thin, every time
Each syllable was still clearly audible, but gradually after a few circlings, the sound became louder again, crisp and short, rising and falling one after another, like thousands of troops and horses, violent storms, and a strange and cruel scene.
Murong Fu was attracted by the sound of Xiao, and unknowingly came to a small courtyard full of flowers. At this moment, on the second floor of the attic in the courtyard, a beautiful figure stood facing the moon. A pair of slender jade hands held a long emerald green Xiao, with jade fingers beating.
The beautiful syllables came out one by one.
Suddenly, there was a sudden pause, and everything was silent. Then a soft voice with a hint of coldness sounded, "Master Murong breaks into other people's residences without the consent of the master. It is not the behavior of a gentleman."
This woman is none other than Cheng Ying.
Murong Fu has been living in the world for a long time, and he has long lost his sense of shame. He tapped his toes on the ground, stood up from the ground, jumped up to the second floor in the blink of an eye, and slowly landed next to Cheng Ying. Looking at this narcissus-like woman, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of joy in his heart.
Throbbing.
Cheng Ying was stared at by him so piercingly, a red cloud floated on her crystal face, and she hurriedly took a few steps back, "Your Excellency, please respect yourself, I did not invite you in."
Murong Fu suppressed the bad thoughts in his heart and smiled slightly, "Miss Cheng's Xiao voice is gentle and sweet, and the syllables are mastered just right, so wonderful. With this Xiao skill, there are no more than one person in the world who can surpass her, but...
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Speaking of this, he suddenly shut up.
Cheng Ying felt a little proud when he heard him praising his own skills. She was secretly thinking about how to ridicule him, so that he would know that there are people outside the world, and he should not always act aloof. Unexpectedly, he suddenly turned around and blurted out:
, "But what?"
"The girl's Xiaoyin seems to be a bit extreme. When the pitch is low, it is sad and sad, making people sad. When the pitch is high, it is murderous and frightening. Is there anything on your mind?"
"Hmph, I need you to take care of it." Cheng Ying remembered something, her cheeks turned slightly red, she snorted and looked away.
In fact, according to her gentle and soft temperament, she would definitely not lose her temper like this. However, after meeting Murong Fu, she became easily emotional for some reason, and her years of self-cultivation were completely in vain.
Murong Fu saw tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, and couldn't help but be curious, and joked, "Could it be that Huang Laoxie treated you badly? By the way, you didn't run away from home, right?"
When mentioning Huang Yaoshi, Cheng Ying glared at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Master is like my reborn parent and loves me so much. How could he treat me badly?"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Actually, I know even if you don't tell me, you are doing it for Li Mochou."
"How do you know?" A trace of surprise flashed across Cheng Ying's pretty face. It was indeed after she learned that Lu Wushuang had accepted Li Mochou as his disciple that she felt complicated and unspeakable, so she expressed her feelings to Yue Fuxiao.
She grew up in Lujiazhuang without a father or mother. Lu Zhanyuan and his wife regarded her as her own, and she had already treated them as her biological parents. Later, she became a disciple of Huang Yaoshi, but she learned that Lu Zhanyuan and his wife died after Li Mochou.
She has been practicing hard for many years and only wants to take revenge on Li Mochou. Her gentle and peaceful appearance hides deep hatred.
But today she learned from Lu Wushuang that Lu Zhanyuan and his wife did not die at the hands of Li Mochou, and that Lu Wushuang also worshiped that "big enemy" as his teacher. There was no way to release the hatred for many years, and the complex emotions were unimaginable.
Murong Fu didn't know what Cheng Ying was thinking, but he could sense some of her feelings from her small voice. When he thought about what happened back then, he made a close guess. He couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart, "What happened back then was right and wrong."
The grudges are twists and turns and no one can tell who is right and who is wrong. If the girl feels that she cannot let go, she might as well seek revenge from me. I will stand here and let you take action."
As soon as these words came out, Cheng Ying was stunned for a moment, and then shook her head, "I appreciate your kindness, but this is Li Mochou's matter. Even if I want revenge, I will only go to her, not you, let alone you."
Besides...she is not an enemy."
Her tone of voice has become much gentler, and she is still a kind-hearted woman after all.
Murong Fu said, "Li Mochou is my disciple. If I, as the master, don't pay her debt, who will pay it back? Besides, the girl seems to be angry with me, so she should have left her debt as well."
"Hmph!" Thinking of Murong Fu's behavior in the past two days, Cheng Ying curled her lips, "You are overthinking. We met by chance. How could I be angry with a stranger?"
"Really?" Murong Fu's lips curved, "But I have a soft spot for the girl and want you to be my woman. I wonder what the girl wants?"
"You..." Cheng Ying blushed immediately, pointed at Murong Fu and said angrily, "Why are you so frivolous and rude!"
Murong Fu laughed and said, "My fair lady, a gentleman is very polite. There is no such thing as rudeness or rudeness. I have always been such a straightforward person."
As he spoke, he suddenly took a step forward, and in a flash, he was in front of Cheng Ying, and a faint fragrance came into his nose.
Cheng Ying was startled, and her face was so red that she could bleed. Just as she was about to retreat, her vision suddenly went dark, and then there was a smooth and warm touch on her lips.
"Oh my God!" Cheng Yingmei was stunned. She looked at that handsome face in disbelief. Her first kiss was... unexpectedly taken away by him like this. She had only known this person for two days, and she couldn't even talk about it.
They are familiar with each other, and all they know is that he is the beloved of his nephew, his cousin's master, and the master of his "big enemy" Li Mochou.
Cheng Ying was stunned for about three breaths. With a pop, Murong Fu let go of her mouth and licked his lips with some lingering thoughts, "It tastes good."
Cheng Ying came back to her senses, feeling ashamed and angry. In an instant, a rage of anger that had been pent up in her heart for an unknown amount of time came out and went straight to the center of her eyebrows. She twirled the jade flute in her hand, raised her hand and stabbed Murong Fu in the throat.
Murong Fu put one hand behind his back and thrust out his other hand like lightning, stabbing it like a straight sword.
With a sneer, the sword finger pointed at the jade flute. Cheng Yingdeng felt his arm go numb and almost couldn't hold it.
But at this moment, she obviously had no sense at all. She suddenly extended her free hand, flicked her fingers three times, and three bursts of energy shot out, making an extremely loud sound.
"Haha, you have practiced your finger snapping magic very well. The technique is subtle and the strength is strong. It is indeed the true inheritance of Huang Laoxie." Murong Fu calmly clicked three and one Yang fingers in succession to transform the opponent's three powerful forces.
Go, he commented with a smile.
"Huh!" Cheng Ying snorted coldly without replying. He turned his wrist and the jade flute seemed to be bent. He strangely bypassed Murong Fu's sword finger and pointed at his Jianjing point. In fact, it was not that the jade flute was really bent.
But the force is too subtle and the angle is very tricky, which will cause the illusion.
Of course, her trick was far behind in Murong Fu's eyes, and it had no effect at all. He had at least ten ways to easily resolve it, but since he wanted to let the other party vent, he naturally wouldn't end it so quickly. He shook his shoulders slightly,
Then he pulled back and said with a smile, "Since Miss Cheng is so elegant, I will accompany you to learn a lesson."
Cheng Ying hit the air with one move. It was just when he was upset. Hearing these words, he became even more anxious. He quickly attacked with the "Qingyin from the Mountain" move. I don't know if it was because he was extremely angry. He was originally free and elegant.
The jade flute sword technique was almost deformed in her hands, looking fierce, surly, sharp and ruthless.
While Murong Fu retreated and dodged, he stretched out his hand to summon a flower branch. With a flick of his wrist, he used it as a long sword.
"Zhengzhengzheng" there was a rapid sound, the two of them moved around, their energy was swaying, the green light was surging, and the swords were flashing.
Cheng Ying is worthy of being a carefully trained disciple of Huang Yaoshi. He has mastered magical powers, jade flute swordsmanship, Luoying Divine Sword and other special skills at his fingertips. He is subtle and mysterious, unrestrained and elegant, and his martial arts is so high that he is probably at the forefront among all the disciples of Huang Yaoshi. If
The more pure and deep the inner strength is, the more powerful she can be to catch up with Huang Rong.
Gradually, the two of them were no longer satisfied with the narrow space in the attic, and moved to the flower garden. Countless petals were flying in the wind. When the sword came, it was like falling flowers, and when it left, it was like spring orchids. What they carried was graceful and beautiful, just like the two of them.
It is not a life and death fight, but the two swords are dancing in harmony.
Cheng Ying's mood was gradually infected by this artistic conception, and she had completely calmed down. She was immersed in the sword moves. She had forgotten that her original intention was to teach Murong Fu a lesson. The sword moves lost their ruthlessness and became more handsome and free.
nature.
Finally, after nearly three hundred moves, Cheng Ying was about to run out of internal energy, and stabbed Murong Fu in the chest with a move called Fengqu Changming. She did not want to kill Murong Fu with this move, she just wanted an end to it. In fact, she calmed down.
She had long understood that she was far from this man's opponent.
But what was unexpected was that Murong Fu threw the flower branch in his hand and stood motionless.
Cheng Ying was horrified, but at this time, the moves were old and there was no way they could be improved. In a hurry, she could only try her best to deflect the sword tip, and at the same time shouted in her mouth, "Get out of the way!"
Murong Fu stared at her blankly, an inexplicable smile flashed across his face.
With a "pop" sound, the long sword sank into his body and pierced through his ribs.
"You...what are you doing!" Cheng Ying was immediately at a loss and still vaguely angry.
Murong Fu smiled bitterly and looked at her affectionately, "In any case, I repay this sword to you on Mochou's behalf. I don't want you to live in hatred or revenge that can never be avenged. You are pure and kind-hearted."
Women should not have..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have any hatred. Let me see your... Hey!" Cheng Ying interrupted him. As he spoke, he stepped forward to check his injuries, but suddenly he let out a startled sound.
"Why aren't you bleeding?"
She suddenly discovered that after such a long time, there was not even a trace of blood flowing out of Murong Fu's body.
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