Taking a deep breath, Yue Buqun's expression returned to calmness, and he said in a rather condescending tone, "Young Master Murong is laughing at me. I hope you can keep silent and not spread the news about what happened tonight. I have a mission, but Yue Buqun
Everyone will comply."
As for Yilin next to him, he automatically ignored it. As long as he dealt with Murong Fu, a little girl would be easily captured.
"As expected of Yue Buqun, he can bear this!" Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart, but he had no intention of just forgetting tonight's matter, and immediately snorted, "Whether it should be kept secret or not remains to be seen.
Mr. Yue also saw it just now. Your behavior caused me to vomit out my last night's meal. How should I deal with this matter?"
Yue Buqun's face twitched fiercely. If he didn't know that his martial arts skills were far inferior to him, he would have been unable to resist taking action.
The veins on the back of the hand holding the hilt of the sword jumped. Yue Buqun's expression changed slightly, and he bowed and said, "I am ashamed that I have stained the young master's wisdom. I don't know what the young master's conditions are. Just tell me."
"Hey, you are quite capable of bending and stretching." Murong Fu said with a sneer, and his eyes fell on Lin Pingzhi. Since he appeared, Lin Pingzhi has been shrinking behind Yue Buqun, his face turning pale and red.
For a while, sometimes I felt ashamed, sometimes fearful, sometimes resentful, it can be described as extremely complicated.
Murong Fu looked Lin Pingzhi up and down with an inquiring gaze, as if he was meeting this person for the first time. After a long while, he said, "Lin Pingzhi, Mr. Lin, I see you are handsome and handsome.
It’s extraordinary, I didn’t expect to have such a hobby, it really opened my eyes.”
These few words seemed to be teasing and taunting. After hearing these words, Lin Pingzhi felt even more guilty and lowered his head, "I'm sorry for letting you down. Pingzhi deserves to die."
"No!" Murong Fu waved his hand, "You have not sorry for me. From now on, I will draw a clear line with you. You have never known me, and I do not know you."
"Sir, I..." Lin Pingzhi's expression changed slightly. He wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.
Murong Fu glared at him with hatred, "Don't you want to tell me what's going on?"
"I..." Lin Pingzhi glanced at Yue Buqun, "I and...master..."
"Stop!" Murong Fu hurriedly waved his hand to stop him, "I don't want to hear about your 'romantic affair'. I just want to know where did you learn the sword technique to ward off evil?"
Lin Pingzhi hesitated for a moment, "It was passed down by my master."
"Then do you know where he got it from?" Murong Fu asked next.
Before Lin Pingzhi could speak, Yue Buqun said first, "Mr. Murong, this is a matter of our Huashan sect and has nothing to do with you!"
Murong Fu turned his eyes and glanced at him coldly, "Mr. Yue, I'm in a very bad mood right now. Don't interrupt when you're not talking, otherwise you may die."
"You!" Yue Buqun was furious instantly, "Don't go too far to bully others."
Murong Fu sneered, crossed his arms and took a step forward, "I just bullied you, what do you want?"
Yue Buqun's face turned purple with anger, and his teeth gritted loudly, but he still didn't dare to take action, so he simply turned his head to the side and tried to hide out of sight.
Murong Fu snorted and said disdainfully, "It's useless. Let's call you a talent. You don't even have any blood. Call you a pustule. You still know how to tolerate it. If I were you, I would just hit you to death. I would live.
It’s also a waste of food and boring to people.”
"You...you...poof!" Yue Buqun shouted at you several times. His chest suddenly felt hot, his throat felt sweet, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
Murong Fu's eyes flashed with energy, and his palms pulsed with energy. But to his disappointment, Yue Buqun actually wiped his mouth, and his face suddenly returned to its previous calmness and calmness, as if nothing had happened.
Murong Fu's face twitched, and he looked deeply at Yue Buqun, but did not make any move. Instead, he turned to Lin Pingzhi and asked, "Tell me, how did you learn the sword technique to ward off evil?"
Although he did not use any true energy, his aura was calm and intimidating at the moment, which made Lin Pingzhi breathless. He said again, "Young master, it was passed down by my master."
"Did he force you?" Murong Fu asked.
"No," Lin Pingzhi shook his head, a complex look flashed across his face, "I did it voluntarily."
"You!" A trace of anger flashed across Murong Fu's face, "You are really unpredictable. Is the martial arts I taught you not as good as the sword technique to ward off evil spirits?"
Lin Pingzhi gritted his teeth and suddenly knelt on the ground with a bang, "I beg you, Master, not to ask any more questions. Pingzhi has failed to live up to Master's expectations and is willing to be punished."
Seeing this scene, Yue Buqun's eyes flashed and he seemed a little surprised, but he soon regained his composure.
"'I am willing to accept the punishment of the young master,'" Murong Fu imitated his tone and said, his voice suddenly turned cold, "Huh, do you think I won't kill you?"
"Pingzhi doesn't dare!"
Murong Fu suddenly stretched out a hand, and a delicate white sword hovered in his palm.
Yue Buqun and even Yi Lin immediately changed their expressions. Yi Lin hurriedly stepped forward and took his arm, "Brother Murong doesn't want it."
Yue Buqun secretly raised his strength and said, "Mr. Murong, no matter what relationship you have with Pingzhi, he can learn whatever martial arts he wants to learn. It doesn't seem like he needs to be influenced by you, right?"
At this point, he still couldn't tell that Lin Pingzhi must have some personal relationship with Murong Fu, and he might even have secretly taken refuge with Murong Fu. In any case, he couldn't really watch Lin Pingzhi die at Murong Fu's hands.
Because this handsome disciple has become his only comfort after his "great change of mind" and is also the only person in the world who knows many of his secrets.
Yilin also said, "Brother Murong, Lin...Senior Brother Lin didn't do anything wrong, just let him go."
The reason why she spoke was because she was kind-hearted and didn't want Murong Fu to cause more killings.
Although Murong Fu was angry in his heart, he couldn't really kill Lin Pingzhi. Yue Buqun was right in what he said. After all, Lin Pingzhi was not a member of his Murong family. He had no control over what kind of martial arts he learned, and whether he practiced it or not.
There doesn't seem to be any conflict between using evil swordsmanship and serving him.
After taking a long breath, Murong Fu sighed, "That's all. You like to practice evil-proof swordsmanship because you are willing to degenerate. What does it have to do with me? It's just that you promised me, how do you plan to explain it?"
Lin Pingzhi was silent for a moment, "Pingzhi's life belongs to you now and in the future. If you wish, you can take it back at any time."
Yue Buqun was stunned for a moment after hearing this, feeling quite deceived, but now in front of Murong Fu, he didn't know what to say. He thought to himself that he would make a thorough inquiry when he returned.
Murong Fu sighed again. He didn't understand why he was so disappointed. But now, what else could he say? He waved his hand and waved his inner strength, "Get up and remember what you said today, otherwise I will kill you in the future."
.”
"yes."
Lin Pingzhi responded and stood up.
Murong Fu's eyes turned and fell on Yue Buqun, "Now we can settle the score between us. Mr. Yue, you know, I am a very talkative person. I saw something I shouldn't have seen tonight, and I suffered a mental loss."
It’s very big.”
The corner of Yue Buqun's mouth twitched slightly, remembering the situation when he was blackmailed at the Lingjiu Palace in Piaomiao Peak. The money has not been fully paid off yet, so he had to say, "Master Murong, please speak up if you want it. I have it in the Huashan Sect."
There seems to be nothing that can attract the attention of the young master."
Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "I heard that the Zixia Magic Skill is also an excellent and mysterious internal skill. I wonder if sir, can I borrow it to have a look?"
But he came up with the idea of Zixia Magic Technique. If it was before, he might not have paid too much attention to it, but after seeing the power of Zixia Magic Technique tonight, he naturally wanted to take a look at it. Even if he didn't know how to practice it, he wanted to
Learn one or two.
Yue Buqun's face changed slightly when he heard this. This Zixia magical skill was just like his lifeblood, and he would not show it to others easily. Even the person beside him, Ning Zhongze, had never practiced it, so how could he lend it to outsiders for viewing.
Murong Fu seemed to understand what he was thinking, and said with a smile, "Sir, you can even give up your life, so you shouldn't care too much about some external things."
Yue Buqun felt his strange gaze, and felt a vague feeling of being completely seen through. He couldn't help but wonder, why does Murong Fu seem to know everything? Could it be that Ping Zhi betrayed me?
With his mind turning, he cupped his hands and said, "It's just a mental skill, although it is precious, but it is not a treasure. It is not necessary to lend it to the young master for a look, but tonight..."
"My Lord, I didn't see anything tonight." Murong Fu happily took over and gave a "promise".
Yue Buqun's expression softened slightly, and he took out a book from his tattered sleeves, with the four cursive characters "Zixia Sheng Gong" written on it.
After a slightly reluctant look, Yue Buqun held it in both hands and handed it to Murong Fu.
An imperceptible smile flashed across Murong Fu's face, and he reached out to take it.
At this moment, there was an undetectable "pop" sound, and two rays of silver light flew out from the book and hit Murong Fu's eyes directly.
At this time, Yue Buqun was holding a book and was less than two feet away from Murong Fu. This attack was unexpected, and the speed of the silver light was extremely fast, almost like lightning.
But Murong Fu seemed to have expected it. He grinned, and his right hand that he stretched out suddenly turned over, and a majestic suction force suddenly appeared in his palm. The two silver lights were sucked in and revealed their original shape. They turned out to be two silver sticks as thin as cow hairs.
Needle.
A trace of ridicule flashed across Murong Fu's face, he held his right hand in the air, then flicked his fingers, and the silver needle returned along the same path.
Yue Buqun was shocked. He didn't expect that at such a close distance and at such a fast speed, Murong Fu would notice it, break it casually, and drive the silver needle back.
He didn't have the weird kung fu of Murong Fu, so he had to twist his neck with all his might and could barely avoid the silver needle.
"Okay, I was worried that I wouldn't have a chance to discuss with Mr. Yue. I didn't expect that Mr. Yue would come to my door right now. It's really great." Murong Fu laughed loudly, lowered his elbow slightly, and slowly pushed out with a palm.