Murong Furuo glanced at her meaningfully, then turned around and entered the carriage. In the carriage, Hong Lingbo practiced the Divine Foot Sutra in a weird and shameful posture. This was the eighth posture of the Divine Foot Sutra. Murong Fu had done it with his own hands.
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Seeing Murong Fu come back, Hong Lingbo's face turned red to the point of bleeding and his body was trembling slightly.
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this, "Be serious. If your inner breath is slightly disturbed, you will go crazy. Don't think wildly."
Hong Lingbo's mind froze, and she quickly put aside the distracting thoughts in her heart, and her face gradually returned to normal. In fact, she had been taken advantage of a lot by Murong Fu in the past few days. Although she was absolutely convinced in her heart, she still couldn't help but feel shy, maybe too.
It was precisely because she had certain thoughts that she found it difficult to suppress, otherwise she would have been able to overcome some of her thoughts after practicing the Shenzu Sutra to this point.
Murong Fu nodded slightly, "It's quite an achievement."
Now that they have arrived in Lin'an City, they have not received any news from Song Ting along the way. This makes Murong Fu a little surprised. He thought that after the master kidnapped Mu Jianping, he would convey some news to him and lead him to Lin'an Mansion.
, but there was no news at all, as if the other party's target was Mu Jianping.
Moreover, Zhao Jinling fell into his hands. He didn't believe that the other party didn't know this, but the journey was calm and there was no intention of rescuing her. The situation was indescribably weird.
With Murong Fu thinking about something in his mind, the carriage slowly passed through the city gate and drove into Lin'an City.
As soon as he entered the city, Murong Fu jumped out of the car and looked around. He saw a lively, prosperous and prosperous scene. Lin'an City was full of atmosphere, but there was no atmosphere of sadness and desolation at all. You must know that the Song Dynasty royal family moved to the south to put it nicely.
, to put it harshly, it means being expelled here, and now there are endless wars in various countries, and wars are everywhere. The towns I have visited in the past are all depressing and depressing, and people are panic-stricken, but in Lin'an City, it is a peaceful and prosperous era.
Since the Jingkang Incident, a shadow has been cast on the hearts of all Han people in the world. The literati have also been divided into two groups. One group advocates crossing the Yangtze River to regain the lost dignity, while the other group advocates using defense as offense and recuperating. This recuperation
Even though more than ten years have passed, there is still no sign of Song Ting sending troops to attack the Jin Kingdom.
Many people say that after the Song Dynasty royal family arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, they fell into the gentle countryside. Their spirit and claws have been worn away, and they are no match for the Jin Kingdom. Some people also say that Zhao Gou's throne was not at the right time. If he attacks at this time,
The Kingdom of Jin rescued Emperor Jingkang, who should give the throne to him? As for the exact reason, perhaps only the person involved knows it.
Murong Fu looked at the prosperous scene on the street, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart. The royal family of the Song Dynasty was about to lose their country and family, and they were still drunkenly dreaming and deceiving themselves and others.
"Humph, you are a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. This is the West Market, the poorest place in the entire Lin'an City. Only if you go to the East Market, or even the Imperial City, will you know what prosperity is!" Zhao Jinling saw that Murong Fu was stunned and distracted.
He also said that he was shocked by the bustling scene in the city and said rather proudly.
Murong Fu glanced at her. At the moment, she was wearing a Jingchai cloth skirt. It was not luxurious, but it was much more beautiful than the previous coarse linen clothes. It was just that the fabric was thinner and more compact. The most important thing was that it had the same content inside.
None, I have to say, apart from her face, her figure is also extremely perfect.
Murong Fu looked up and down with a half-smile, and said, "Why, do you think you can escape from my grasp when you come to Lin'an City?"
Zhao Jinling felt guilty when he looked at her. She unconsciously closed her legs and stretched out her skirt, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to cover her body. She said in her mouth, "Let me go now, and I won't hold you accountable for these days."
your evil deeds, otherwise I will make you regret it for the rest of your life."
Along the way, she had been tamed and docile by Murong Fu, but after arriving in Lin'an City, she seemed to have the confidence to challenge Murong Fu again.
At this time, a group of patrol sergeants came over. Zhao Jinling looked slightly happy and was about to speak. Suddenly, an undetectable gust of wind blew past her face, and she could no longer make a sound.
The patrol sergeant glanced at Murong Fu a few times and walked over as if no one was watching.
Murong Fu then smiled and said, "How is it? Do you still think you have any confidence?"
Zhao Jinling was immediately discouraged and felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart. Murong Fu's martial arts were unfathomable. Even if he arrived in Lin'an City, he would not be able to spread the news. There was nothing he could do about him. For now, he could only wait for his master to come before him.
Came to the rescue.
"Master!" At this time, Hong Lingbo collected her skills and came out of the carriage. She had taken care of Murong Fu's food, clothing, and daily life along the way. Now that he had arrived in Lin'an City, she was naturally asked to take care of all the trivial matters.
"Let's go, find an inn to stay at first." Murong Fu rolled his eyes for a while and then made a decision.
The three of them came to an inn, and Murong Fu asked for two rooms. When they walked to the door, Zhao Jinling was about to enter another room with Hong Lingbo, but was stopped by Murong Fu.
"What are you doing!" Zhao Jinling said angrily.
Murong Fu pointed to his door and said, "You live with me."
"What!" Zhao Jinling's voice suddenly rose an octave, "You want me to live with you, are you dreaming!"
People coming and going in the inn were immediately attracted by her voice. Even the waiter who led the way looked at the three of them with his mouth half open. He originally thought that one of the two rooms was for two women, but this young gentleman lived in the other.
One room, I didn't expect him to make such a request, it looks so ugly.
Murong Fu turned a deaf ear to the gazes of others and looked at Zhao Jinling with a trace of amusement on his face without saying a word.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Jinling finally sighed as if giving in. When she came to the door of Murong Fu's room, Hong Lingbo's eyes flashed slightly, with a hint of envy.
After sending the waiter away, Murong Fu entered the room, pulled up a chair and sat down, and said harshly, "Come here and beat your legs for me!"
"You..." Zhao Jinling was furious in an instant, but before she could say anything, she found Murong Fu staring closely at her chest. She felt a chill in her heart, so she had to swallow the rest of her words and squat down to beat Murong Fu's legs.
It was better to say it was a beating than a beating on the legs. She wished she had a knife in her hand and stabbed her hard twice. However, with her current power being blocked, hitting Murong Fu would be no more than a tickle.
"Well, your skills are not good. You can't even beat your legs." Murong Fu said contemptuously, and suddenly he flicked his fingers twice, "When you beat my legs from now on, you have to kneel on the ground. Do you understand?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Jinling's knees softened and she knelt directly on the ground.
Zhao Jinling gritted her teeth tightly and said nothing.
Murong Fu knew that this woman would behave like this when she was extremely angry, so he continued to stimulate her, "You will also call me 'Master' from now on."
"You!" Zhao Jinling stopped moving, her eyes almost bursting with fire, "If you want to have your dream, just kill me. If you want me to be your slave, it's absolutely impossible!"
Murong Fu sneered, "Really?"
Then he opened his palm, and a small snow-white sword condensed out, jumped twice and shot out suddenly.
Before Zhao Jinling could react to what was happening, she heard a swishing sound, and then she felt a chill. She looked down and saw that there were only some sparse strips of cloth left on her body.
"Ah!" Zhao Jinling screamed, and her first reaction was not to cover her body, but to rush forward with all her strength.
Murong Fu opened his left hand, and another force of energy flew out, wrapped around her body, and held her in the air. Then he held his right hand out of thin air, and a zhenqi whip condensed out, and he hit her twice without hesitation.
Go down.
Zhao Jinling was so painful that she burst into tears. She felt as if the whip had hit her bones, and the pain penetrated into her bones. She had never received such a severe beating except for breaking some skin when she was practicing.
After being whipped ten times, Murong Fu dispersed the zhenqi whip, threw Zhao Jinling to the ground, and said coldly, "Remember, if you dare to go against my will in the future, you will be whipped ten times at a time."
Zhao Jinling crouched on the ground and shivered. Although she was filled with hatred, she had no choice but to do anything. She couldn't even muster the courage to resist, so she could only groan.
Murong Fu suddenly had a bright smile on his face, stretched out his thigh and said, "Come on, continue your unfinished task."
Zhao Jinling's heart trembled, "You...let me put on some clothes first..."
"If you want to put on clothes, please make me comfortable first, otherwise you can stay naked like this." Murong Fu said with a faint smile.
"Shameless and obscene devil!" Zhao Jinling cursed fiercely in her heart, but when she saw a bad meaning flashing in Murong Fu's eyes, she could only endure the shyness and pain, stood up tremblingly, came to his side, and put her hand on his leg.
Beat gently.
Murong Fu nodded with satisfaction and sneered secretly in his heart, "If your master doesn't come for one day, I will torture you for one more day to see who can afford it."
"Master, can Lingbo come in?" At this time, Hong Lingbo's voice sounded outside the door.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, "Come in, the door is unlocked."
Zhao Jinling's heart skipped a beat and she was about to get up to avoid it. Unexpectedly, there was a crisp "pop" sound and Murong Fu slapped her hard on the butt, "Continue, don't stop."
She had no choice but to continue as if nothing had happened.
After Hong Lingbo entered the house, he was stunned when he saw the scene in the house. His mouth was slightly opened and he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.
Along the way, she also discovered that there was something unusual about her master and this woman named Ling'er, but she didn't dare to ask anything or say anything. She just pretended not to know anything. She didn't expect that the relationship between the two would be like this.
He was playing, and he didn’t mean to hide himself at all. What did Master mean by this? Could it be that he wanted to...
Thinking of the shame, her pretty face turned red and she lowered her head unconsciously.
Murong Fu naturally knew a little about Hong Lingbo's thoughts. Even if he just said a word, she would definitely lie down on the bed without saying a word. However, he was now carrying the title of "Master", which was quite embarrassing, and Hong Lingbo
This woman is very passionate about power and has great ambitions. Once she does something to her, I'm afraid she will use this to cause trouble in the future.
"Is something wrong?" Murong Fu said calmly, pulling Hong Lingbo back from his wandering thoughts.
Hong Lingbo's heart trembled, and he hurriedly got rid of distracting thoughts. His face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he came to Murong Fu without squinting and asked, "Master, we have arrived at Lin'an City, do you want to contact the... stronghold here?"