Qiu Qianren was concerned that Murong Fu and the two were highly skilled in martial arts and had unknown origins, so he did not dare to pursue them rashly, so he had to give up.
Wanyan Ping looked at the little dragon girl who was clinging to Murong Fu's side. She looked unhappy and ordered in a cold voice, "Everyone, please go back. Double the number of night watchmen!"
Everyone dispersed, and Murong Fu and Xiao Longnu returned to the house.
Murong Fu gave a wry smile. The finger he just used seemed to be easy, but in fact, it actually consumed a stored energy.
Although he now has eighteen stored skills, he only has a small amount of Beiming Qi stored in him, and he uses a little bit less. It seems that the best way to restore the Dantian meridians as soon as possible!
"Long'er, I want to heal my wounds with all my strength. You protect me. No one is allowed to enter this room. If I encounter a strong enemy, you take me away directly and find a place where no one is around to hide!"
Xiao Longnu nodded, Murong Fu closed his eyes and started the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, then closed his six senses and let his body enter a deep sleep.
When you practice the Marrow Cleansing Sutra in this state, you will naturally not feel any pain.
But it is also extremely dangerous. You must know that in this state, Murong Fu is just a corpse. Anyone who has no power to bind a chicken can kill him, so Murong Fu will not use it easily.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Xiao Longnu stayed by Murong Fu's side, never leaving. Murong Fu was completely silent, and even his heartbeat almost stopped.
Xiao Longnu was very worried at first, but when she saw Murong Fu's exposed skin slowly secreting some black substance, she knew that this was the effect of cleansing the essence and marrow, so she felt relieved.
On this day, Xiao Longnu was meditating. Suddenly there was no wind and the curtains in the room moved automatically. Xiao Longnu was startled, and then she was overjoyed. She saw that Murong Fu's breath was gradually recovering, and it seemed that he was about to wake up.
After a while, small items such as tea cups and candlesticks within two feet of Murong Fu slowly floated into the air. Even Xiao Longnu felt an invisible force pulling on her clothes and hurriedly took a few steps back.
Murong's sleeveless robe bulged, silk flew, and the movement in the room became stronger and stronger. It was like a strong wind, and the tables, chairs, and benches began to shake. But within a moment, objects in the air fell to the ground with a "bang bang bang" sound, and the movement in the room completely disappeared.
Xiao Longnu's heart tightened, but she saw Murong Fu suddenly opened his eyes, his face lit up with joy, and she threw herself into Murong Fu's arms, "Brother Fu!"
Murong Fu regained all his strength, and when he woke up, his arms were filled with warm fragrance. He felt so happy for a moment that he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar. The roar was majestic and clear, shaking the sky and stretching for dozens of miles.
In a mountain stream twenty or thirty miles away from here, two old men with crane-like faces were walking slowly forward.
If there is a third person here, you will definitely see that although these two people are nearly ninety years old, they are walking on smooth ground and walking as fast as flying on this rugged mountain road.
Suddenly a whistle came, and the two people immediately stopped and looked at each other with a serious look on their faces. One of the old men in green said, "Who is this man? His inner strength is so profound that no one in the world can match it!"
Another old man in gray clothes also looked puzzled, "Not like Hong Qi, not like Old Poison, and not like Guo Jing."
The old man in green asked: "Could it be the Invincible Dongfang who has been known as the best in the world in recent years?"
The old man in gray clothes shook his head, "I don't know!" Ran Ran looked excited, "Whoever he is, just go and see and you will find out!" After saying that, he jumped towards the direction of Murong Fu.
The old man in green shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "You must have itchy hands again!"
Murong Fu's whistling gradually stopped, and when he looked down, he saw Xiao Longnu burying her head in Murong Fu's arms and covering her ears tightly. She was so cute.
Xiao Longnu had deep inner strength, so she was not shocked by Murong Fu's inner strength.
Murong Fu closed his eyes and sensed the situation inside his body. All the Dantian meridians were repaired and even slightly strengthened. Although his internal strength was not as strong as before, it became more rounded and purer.
Suddenly Murong Fu smelled a stench, "Long'er, how long has it been since you took a shower? Why do you smell so bad!"
Xiao Longnu raised her head, spat lightly, took Murong Fu's hand and pressed it on his face.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that it was the toxins that he had excreted after undergoing a cleansing process.
This cleansing of essence and marrow was not the first time he had experienced it. He had already experienced it once when he opened up the Ren and Du meridians. He did not expect that practicing the Marrow Cleansing Sutra could actually cleanse the essence and cut marrow for the second time.
Murong Fu was overjoyed, but when he performed the Marrow Cleansing Sutra again, it was as ordinary as before the injury, and asked, "Is this really a self-abuse technique that requires serious injury to practice to be beneficial?"
He knew very little about the Marrow Cleansing Sutra and couldn't figure it out for a while, but seeing Xiao Longnu's haggard face, he thought she must have been guarding him every step of the way these past few days, yet she still had to endure such a stench.
Murong Fu suddenly felt heartbroken and stretched out his mouth to kiss her, but Xiao Longnu stretched out her hand to stop her and said coquettishly: "No, brother Fu smells so bad!"
Murong Fu laughed and said, "Then let's go and wash up first!" The two of them came out of the small courtyard. There was no one around, so Murong Fu had no choice but to take Xiao Longnu and leave the village.
Less than a quarter of an hour after Murong Fu and the others had left, two old men suddenly appeared in the small courtyard. The two looked around, but could not see any shadow of the master.
The old man in gray suddenly bared his teeth and said, "Oh, I'm a step too late!"
Even the old man in green had a look of regret on his face, "It's really a pity to miss such a master!"
The two made some inquiries in the village and learned that a Jin cavalry had rested here a few days ago and there was no information about any masters.
The old man in gray clothes was just depressed for a moment, but then he said with a smile: "Didn't you promise that old monk to go to Yanziwu to take care of his descendants? Let's leave quickly!"
The old man in green looked at him funny, "I was asked to take care of you, why are you so anxious?"
The gray-clothed old man's face froze, and he said with a smile: "Why don't I, an old naughty boy, just join in the fun?"
After a pause, he said, "You are the same, I heard that Guo Jing was in trouble, but you didn't care. Everyone else turned their elbows inward, but you turned your elbows outward."
The old man in green laughed and said, "As my children grow older, they become more and more verbose. I really can't stand them, so I hide away! As for that little trouble, Rong'er and Jing'er can't do anything about it!"
It turned out that these two people were "old naughty boy" Zhou Botong and "Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi.
Murong Fu found a secret place to wash off the dirt on his body.
He had already learned on the way that the day after that night, Wan Yanliang saw Xiao Longnu without a face. He sent someone to call her several times, but when she got no response, she left with her troops.
The Junshan Conference was about to take place, and Murong Fu and his two men used all their Qinggong skills and rushed to Junshan in Dongting that night, where the Beggar Clan was holding the conference.
Junshan is the chief helmsman of the Southern Beggar Clan, and he has a large manor. Although it is not luxurious, it is still very simple and elegant.