Now that the matter has come to this, there is no point in hiding it anymore. Murong Fu suddenly smiled and admitted frankly, "Yes, after the death of Yu Zhenzi, he did leave behind a black iron sword, and I put it away conveniently.
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Taoist Mu Sang looked happy, "I wonder if I can take it out for the Taoist to take a look at?"
Murong Fu looked at him with a half-smile, "No."
Taoist Mu Sang choked on one of them, and then said, "Little friend Murong, that iron sword is the personal sword of the founder of our sect. It has extraordinary significance to our disciples. Now, my little friend has found this sword for our sect.
It is indeed a great kindness from heaven and earth. I am not a person who knows how to repay kindness, and I will definitely be grateful in the future."
Murong Fu couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this, and said with a smile, "The Taoist Master may have misunderstood. I didn't intend to give the sword to your family. You should keep the Taoist Master's sincere thanks to yourself and don't give it to me."
Taoist Mu Sang couldn't help but look slightly gloomy, "So my little friend is planning to take the inheritance of this sect as his own in vain?"
To talk about falling out, Murong Fu asked himself that he had never lost to anyone before, and immediately his expression turned cold, "Huh, the founder of your noble family was a figure many years ago. Who can prove that the iron sword is his personal sword? Even if it is
, who can prove that he didn't get it from someone else? Moreover, looking at the entire world, the magic weapons and treasures are all taken by those who are destined to take them. Now that the iron sword has fallen into my hands, it is destined to be with me. How can I go to the world in vain?
What about morality?"
According to the ethics of the world, treasures accidentally picked up or obtained by other sects should indeed be returned. However, despite saying this, not many people actually do this. Most of the time, not taking the initiative to grab it is already considered benevolent. If you really want to pick it up, it will be too late to hide it.
, how could it be possible to take the property and return it to its original owner?
Taoist Mu Sang was questioned several times, and he was immediately speechless. He could not reason with him and could not be beaten again and again. After a moment of silence, he sighed longly and said in a harsh voice, "My little friend, you have a rich aura of treasure. Don't you think about it?"
I would like a piece of broken copper and iron. If you have any conditions, please tell me directly. As long as you are willing to return the iron sword, I will agree to anything."
As he spoke, he glanced at the Red Sky Sword on Murong Fu's waist, intentionally or unintentionally. With his sophisticated eyes, it was not difficult to tell that it was an extremely good magic weapon. Even Yuan Chengzhi's Golden Snake Sword was slightly inferior.
How could he care about a mere iron sword? The reason why this person went to such great lengths to sneak into Wu Camp and kill Yu Zhenzi was probably because he knew that this sword was of great significance to the Iron Sword Sect.
Selling at a high price to obtain some kind of benefit from him, and it was most likely the Dream Spirit Technique that he had mentioned to him before...
Taoist Mu Sang felt that he had figured out Murong Fu's thoughts, but to his surprise, Murong Fu shook his head and said, "Taoist master, I don't know. I am a sword lover. When I encounter a good sword, I want to take it away."
As for the hidden iron sword, although it looks broken, it is quite mysterious. I plan to keep it in my hands to study it. No matter how great the benefits the pipemaster promises, I will not give it away easily."
"What..." Taoist Mu Sang was suddenly startled and stared at Murong Fu, "Do you know something?"
Murong Fu's eyes flashed, "It seems that the iron sword is not as simple as the Taoist priest said, it is just an ordinary symbol."
The strangeness on Taoist Mu Sang's face disappeared in an instant, and he said vaguely, "It's a secret of our sect. I can't say more about it, but I can guarantee that the iron sword itself has no secrets. At most, it is powerful.
It is stronger than ordinary weapons, but it will cause many troubles when used. There is no shortage of magic weapons in the hands of the master, and his martial arts is at its peak. He has no rivals in the world, so why touch an evil sword and bury troubles for no reason."
"The sword of evil?" Murong Fu couldn't help but look slightly moved after hearing the last sentence, "It seems that the Taoist Master knows a lot."
Taoist Mu Sang was noncommittal, "Although I have never touched this sword with my own hands, the last time Yu Zhenzi came to seek revenge with the sword, I fought with it with all my strength, so I know a little bit about it."
Murong Fu was silent after hearing this, and did not say whether he believed it or not.
Taoist Mu Sang hesitated for a moment and continued, "I don't say secret words in front of Mingren. I know that the young master is very interested in the Meng Ling Dafa. If the young master is willing to return the iron sword, I can give you a copy of the secret book."
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"Huh, that's not what you said last time." Murong Fu cursed in his heart, but he didn't bother to slap him in the face. He thought about it secretly.
It would be a lie to say that he was not interested in the Dream Spirit Technique. Regardless of whether this mental technique was really as miraculous as Yu Zhenzi said, it at least served as a reference for him to perfect the mind-taking technique. The main reason why he initially focused on Yu Zhenzi was
He also wanted to get the iron sword so that he could use it as a bargaining chip to exchange ideas with Taoist Mu Sang, but later he saw the mystery and extraordinaryness of the iron sword with his own eyes, which made him change his mind.
Regarding the iron sword, he has studied it many times on the way back. Apart from pouring internal energy into the iron sword to cut out the innate sword energy, there is nothing special about it. And as the old man said, using the iron sword will cause great dangers.
, when this sword absorbs internal energy, it will also absorb the person's essence and spirit. If it is fed with essence and blood, the power will increase. It is not a peaceful thing no matter how you look at it.
However, the innate sword energy produced by this sword is so powerful that even a top expert would not dare to challenge it. In addition, although he has not tried it yet, judging from Yu Zhenzi's situation, it does not require persistence to produce the innate sword energy.
No matter how advanced the swordsman's skills are, he doesn't even need to be proficient in swordsmanship. In other words, just handing the sword to a second- or third-rate practitioner will instantly create an extremely powerful swordsman out of thin air.
Although there are many masters in the Murong family, there are only a few who can truly be called the best. If used properly, this iron sword will definitely be of great help. Compared with it, Meng Ling Dafa is undoubtedly much inferior. After all, he has never seen it with his own eyes.
It is not certain whether the so-called Dream Spirit Technique can really perfect the mind-telling technique.
To say the least, even if he could perfect the technique of telepathy, it would not necessarily be very attractive to him. At first, he was just tinkering with telepathy, but when it came to controlling people, he had no shortage of means.
Of course, whether you are picking up girls or recruiting talents, the top priority is always to win over people's hearts, and the heresy is always at the bottom.
Taoist Mu Sang saw Murong Fu's change of expression. Although he was anxious, he patiently did not disturb him and waited quietly.
After a while, Murong Fu took a long breath and said with a smile, "To be honest, I am a little tempted by the Taoist Priest's proposal, but the iron sword is not an extraordinary thing, and it is quite hard for me to let it go. So, Taoist Priest."
Let me think about it."
Although he had made a decision in his heart, he didn't want to say anything too harshly. What if he could have his cake and eat it too?
Taoist Mu Sang was immediately dumbfounded. He kept talking for a long time, but finally came to such a result. After a while, he asked, "I wonder how long Mr. Murong will have to think about it?"
Murong Fu chuckled, "Well... I don't know for sure at the moment. It can be as short as one or two months, or as long as half a year. Taoist Master, don't be impatient. Just pretend that the sword is still in Junior Brother Ling's hand."
For a moment, Taoist Mu Sang really wanted to punch this man in the face, but thinking that the gap between the two sides was too big, he finally held back and said in a stiff tone, "Thank you for your comfort, sir. Thank you very much."
"you are welcome."
"Hmph, then I will follow what the young master said about this matter. I hope I won't disappoint Pindao and take my leave."
After Taoist Mu Sang finished speaking, he immediately turned around and hurriedly left the small courtyard. He was really afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to help but fight this man to the death.
"Taoist Master, let's go. I won't see you off."
Murong Fu watched Taoist Mu Sang leave. The smile on his face gradually faded. He flipped his wrist and an iron sword as black as ink appeared in his hand. He squinted and looked at it, "The sword of evil..."
In the blink of an eye, two days later, the news that the Golden Snake Battalion had defeated Wu Sangui's main force had spread. It was even rumored and described in different versions. The Golden Snake Battalion was so popular that even before the army returned, the mountains were already in Zhangzhou.
With lights and colorful decorations, a grand banquet and a grand celebration, Lanling Mountain, which had been a little deserted because the army had left the mountain, suddenly became lively.
In contrast, Murong Fu's residence was much cleaner. Taoist Mu Sang never came back after he left, as if he was really waiting for Murong Fu to think about it. In the past two days, Murong Fu has been staying at his residence, except for daily practice.
In addition to delivering real energy to Zhou Qi regularly to save his life, he spent the rest of his time either bickering with Li Yunzhi or teasing Mu Jianping, a little girl, so his life was quite pleasant.
The weather was sunny that day, and Murong Fu was sitting leisurely in the courtyard, basking in the sun. Not far away, a few blooming camellias were gently swaying in the warm wind. Their fragrance was overflowing and refreshing. Suddenly, a disgusting smell of blood floated out.
Come in.
Murong Fu frowned slightly and let go of his thoughts. The next moment, his expression changed drastically. In a flash, he appeared outside the courtyard gate. Almost at the same time, a black shadow swayed at an extremely fast speed.
It surged forward and crashed into his arms with a bang.
Murong Fu did not activate the body-protecting Qi, but instead stretched out his arms to catch the black shadow firmly. He looked up and down, frowned and asked, "Why is it hurt so badly?"
The person who came was none other than Yagyu Shenghuaqi, but she was covered in black clothes, her body was stained with blood, her eyes were dim, and her aura was extremely depressed.
Murong Fu reached out and took off her veil. Her delicate cheeks were so white that there was no trace of blood left, and there was a faint black air between her eyebrows.
This black energy is not something else, but a kind of death energy exuded by a dying person.
Yagyu Shenghuaqi opened her mouth, as if she was trying her best to say something.
Upon seeing this, Murong Fu hurriedly stopped him, "Don't say anything, please hold on to this tone!"
After saying that, he picked up Yagyu Shenghuaqi and quickly returned to the house, put her on the bed, and put her in a cross-legged position. He himself sat behind Yagyu Shenghuaqi, raised his fingers together, and transferred his vast skills to his fingertips.
A finger pointed at Yagyu Hanaki's vest.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred, Liu Shenghuaqi's body trembled violently, and a black light shot out from her body and shot directly towards Murong Fu's eyebrows.
This turn of events was completely unexpected. The two were so close, and the speed of the black light was ridiculously faster. Almost at the same time, it had already reached Murong Fu's eyebrows.
Murong Fu felt cold in his heart, and subconsciously turned his head to dodge. At the same time, he tried his best to activate the body-protecting energy. There was a soft pop, and the body-protecting energy was penetrated as soon as it was gathered. Fortunately, he fought for it.
There was a moment's pause, and the vital point was avoided. Even so, the black light still brought up a bunch of blood flowers when it passed by.