Murong Fu pondered for a long time and finally shook his head, "There is no need to alarm them for the time being. We will do nothing. We will just wait here."
The current situation was unclear, and he didn't know what was going on at the Crystal Palace's stronghold in Lin'an Mansion. The most important thing was that he had a feeling that the three of them were already being monitored. Going to the Crystal Palace stronghold at this time would only expose them.
In comparison, he wanted to know more about the situation of the other two nails. If he had the chance, he could go and take a look in secret.
Hong Lingbo only knew that she came to Ancheng this time to save the girl Mu. Since Murong Fu had his own plan, she did not dare to say anything more and immediately responded with a respectful response.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. During these three days, Murong Fu would go to Hong Lingbo's room every day to personally guide her in practicing. During the rest of the time, he would take Zhao Jinling out for a stroll. After Zhao Jinling struggled and resisted at first, she gradually became compliant.
, in front of the public, even if her clothes are empty, she can still show no abnormality at all, and even have a hint of excitement.
Of course, the reason why Murong Fu did this was not entirely for the purpose of torturing her. The most important thing was to lure out the person who kidnapped Mu Jianping. But what disappointed him was that the past three days were calm and no news came out.
Come on, he can no longer hold himself back.
On this day, in the West Inn of Lin'an City, Murong Fu was slowly sipping tea. There were two women standing in front of him. One woman leaned back, with one hand and one foot on the ground, and the other hand raised one foot, with her fingertips resting on her toes.
, the posture is very strange, and there is a faint white light coming from the body. It is Hong Lingbo who is practicing the Shenzu Sutra.
The other woman was half naked, kneeling on the ground with her legs and holding a tea tray in her hands. She was clearly Zhao Jinling.
Nowadays, Zhao Jinling has no arrogance at all. In addition to complaining that the master has not come to save her for so long, she is helpless and powerless towards Murong Fu. She is too lazy to scold him. However, she is a little curious. The woman next to her is showing off like that.
Is the shameful posture really a practice? Or is she just trying to satisfy some of Murong Fu's hobbies? Thinking of her own experience, she thinks it's very possible.
Over the past few days, she had gradually become accustomed to being naked in front of Murong Fu. Perhaps it was because her face did not reflect her true appearance, but she was quite relaxed in this regard, and was even slightly dissatisfied.
In front of him, Murong Fu remained indifferent. Could it be that this man was a silver pewter spear head? She would make such malicious speculations from time to time.
The teacup in Murong Fu's hand had not been moved for a long time, and his brows were furrowed, as if he had encountered something very difficult.
Mu Jianping fell into the hands of the enemy for a long time. Naturally, he was not as calm as he appeared. If something unexpected happened, he would not have time to regret it. But the problem now is that he has a hostage in his hands and he is not afraid of how high the opponent's martial arts is.
If people don't come to him, they feel like they have no power to use.
Thinking of this, he glared at Zhao Jinling viciously, "Your master is so cruel. He didn't come to save you even though he knew you were suffering here. Could it be that she thinks I'm too kind?"
Zhao Jinling already understood that he disliked her because of her master, but if the master didn't show up, what could she do? She said weakly, "If you don't let me go back, I will go to the master and ask her to let that person go."
woman."
Murong Fu's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Do you know where your master is?"
Zhao Jinling gritted her teeth and said, "I know she lives in the palace."
Murong Fu's eyes flashed slightly, and he shook his head slowly, "Wait a minute, if there is no movement after tonight, I will..."
Zhao Jinling's face lit up, "You're just going to let me go back?"
Murong Fu looked at her deeply and said, "I want her to regret this."
He was obviously talking about Zhao Jinling's master, but Zhao Jinling felt panicked for no reason. She vaguely felt that if her master didn't show up again, something even more terrible would happen to her.
That night, after Hong Lingbo returned to his room, Murong Fu sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and practiced the Beiming Magic Technique. His body was emitting a bright white light, and his mind was in a completely empty state. The true energy condensed from the Dantian's true energy was extremely viscous.
Some mysterious changes are taking place.
Since rebuilding the Broken Pill, less than half of his skills have come from dual cultivation secret techniques, and most of them have been cultivated bit by bit by himself. It can be said to be extremely pure, with no impurities at all. His energy, energy and spirit have gradually reached a certain perfect balance.
As long as he advances to the metamorphosis realm again, he is sure that no one in the world will be his opponent.
In the room, Zhao Jinling's figure was curled up in the corner, with a collar around her neck, a chain connected to the middle of the collar, and the other end tied to the foot of the bed. At this moment, she was really crying without tears, but somehow, she was clearly
I felt extremely humiliated, but also had a strange feeling.
A pair of dim eyes stared at Murong Fu who was like a bright light on the bed, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, if this big bad guy wasn't so bad and was kind to himself, maybe... maybe it would be a good choice...
This thought came to her life, and she was shocked. How could she have such an idea? This bad guy had done so many abominable things to her. She must capture him, torture him half to death, and finally kill him in order to relieve the hatred in her heart.
!
Suddenly, an undetectable breeze came from the window. In the darkness, Murong Fu's eyes suddenly opened, and then with a flick of his finger, an invisible sword energy shot out.
But after hearing a chirping sound, a small hole appeared in the window, and then there was no movement at all.
"Since you're here, why don't you come in and talk?" Murong Fu said calmly. He knew that the sword he just struck did not hurt the visitor.
There was silence in the room. After a while, a sigh finally came, "Mr. Murong has great martial arts skills and his reputation is well-deserved. I won't come in."
The voice was hoarse and a bit harsh, making people feel uncomfortable.
"Master!" Zhao Jinling was overjoyed when she heard this, and instinctively wanted to rush over, but with a crash and a sharp pain in her neck, she remembered the chains on her body and had to retreat angrily.
Murong Fu turned a deaf ear to Zhao Jinling's behavior, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he said sarcastically, "You are considered a famous figure with your skills, but you actually bullied the weak and kidnapped women. It is really shameful. Now,
I am already here, if you have anything to do, please just tell me."
"Alas... I don't think so, but when it comes to the common people in the world, the orthodoxy of the Han people, and their reputations don't matter. Even if I am criticized by thousands of people and reviled by the world, I will not hesitate." The person outside the house said again.
Sighing, his tone was partly melancholy, partly indifferent, and partly confused, as if he really couldn't help himself when doing such a thing.
When Murong Fu heard this, he felt surprisingly angry. In a daze, he reached the window, raised his hand and slapped it with his palm.
The people outside the window didn't seem to expect that Murong Fu would take action without saying a word, and hurriedly slapped him across the window. However, with a soft "pop" sound, the window shattered instantly, and the people outside the window were also touched.
He retreated and flew out.
"Nine Yin Scriptures?" Murong Fu was startled. Without slow movement, he jumped out of the window and saw a black figure flying up to the roof.
Murong Fu also followed him, and when he reached the roof, he found that the man was waiting for him on the roof, with no intention of running away.
After taking a closer look, he saw that he was wearing a black cloak on his head. Only a few strands of silver hair could be seen under the cloak. He was wearing a tight-fitting gray robe, and his whole body was wrapped tightly.
"I don't want to talk nonsense. How is Ping'er?" Murong Fu stood three feet in front of the man in gray and asked coldly.
The man in gray stood motionless, seeming to look at Murong Fu carefully. After a while, he said, "The little girl was seriously injured. I have some medical skills and treated her, but her condition is not very good."
Murong Fu's face darkened and he heard the man in gray continue to say, "Don't worry, I won't abuse a little girl. I only took her away to invite you here to talk."
"That's it for now?" Murong Fu sneered, not hiding his murderous intent, "I don't care what your purpose is, if something happens to Ping'er because of this, I will peel you off, crush your bones and raise ashes, and then wash you with blood.
The royal family of the Song Dynasty."
"What a loud tone!" The man in gray was also angry. She didn't care what Murong Fu wanted to do to her, but his words "bloodbath the royal family of Song Dynasty" aroused her anger.
Think about it, even though your martial arts skills are high, can you still defeat thousands of people and thousands of people?"
"Don't preach to me!" Murong Fu shouted and retorted, "I have already put my words here. If you don't believe me, you can try it. I hope you won't regret it then."
The man in gray didn't seem to expect Murong Fu to be so tough. He took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart and said slowly, "I see that the young master is not very conscious. I'd better wait until you calm down. I'll take my leave."
Before she finished speaking, her figure was in a daze. Almost at the same time, Murong Fu's sharp palm touched the top of her head. With a bang, the figure of the person in gray shattered, rubble flew, and the entire roof beam shook.
A small piece of gray cloth slowly fell down. Murong Fu reached out to take it. There was a faint fragrance coming from it. He looked around and saw the shadow of the man in gray. He couldn't even sense his breath. Obviously, this
The man in gray came prepared.
"Huh, you're not bad at escaping!" Murong Fu snorted coldly, and there was a commotion from all directions. The movement just now must have alerted others. He didn't stay long and turned over and got off the roof.
In the guest room, Zhao Jinling was looking expectantly at the window. When she saw Murong Fu coming back, she couldn't help but feel discouraged. She knew what the outcome would be without even thinking about it. She was also secretly horrified in addition to her misery. The master's martial arts was in her opinion.
Among the masters of Zhizhi, he is definitely the top one, but he is not Murong Fu’s opponent?
"I'm very disappointed," Murong Fu just glanced at her and guessed her thoughts, and sneered, "Your master seems to have no intention of saving you. It seems that you are destined to be my slave for the rest of your life."
Zhao Jinling opened her mouth but said nothing.
When Murong Fu saw this, his heart moved, "Your master has made me very unhappy tonight, why don't you, a slave, come over and let your master vent his anger!"