Yilin's pretty face turned red immediately, and she was very surprised in her heart. She rarely went down the mountain, how could she have such a reputation? Her heart was beating for a while, but she still whispered: "The donor has given me the reward, but Yilin is a monk, so she still
I hope the donor will not say such frivolous words again."
"Hehe, this is the truth, not something frivolous. If you don't believe it, let's go find a few people and ask, and we will know if I lied to you!"
Yilin was immediately worried, "No, no, no, I just believe it!" If Murong Fu took her to another place to meet someone and asked her if she was beautiful, that would be embarrassing to death, not to mention that she was a monk.
"How old is little junior sister Yilin?"
"sixteen……"
"Why did you become a monk?"
"I was brought up by my master since I was a child. If my master became a monk, I naturally became a monk too."
"Have you ever thought about returning to secular life and getting married?" Murong Fu saw her frail appearance and couldn't help but want to tease her.
Yi Lin hurriedly shook her head and said with a slightly red face: "Donor, please don't talk nonsense. The Buddha will blame his disciples if he hears this."
"What are you afraid of? Buddha, he is so busy with his family, how can he have time to pay attention to you? Besides, there is nothing to blame for this kind of thing. Buddha said, if you want to marry someone who is destined to you, the most you can say is that you are still alive.
It's just that I have no connection with the Buddha, so I won't blame him." Murong Fu became more and more unscrupulous.
Tears rolled down Yilin's beautiful eyes, as if she was about to cry, and she said in her mouth: "Yilin has never had such an idea, please stop talking about it!"
Murong Fu's face suddenly turned serious, "Why don't you call me Brother Murong!"
"Murong Da..." Yi Lin was so confused by what Murong Fu said that she couldn't help but call out. But as soon as the words came out, she immediately felt that something was wrong, so she stopped the word "brother" in time and just whispered.
He ended up saying, "Donors must not do this."
"Why don't you dare to look at me? Am I ugly?" Murong Fu said pretending to be angry when he saw her lowering her head.
"No...no, the donor is very...very good-looking, but...just..." Yilin kept mumbling and couldn't answer for a long time.
"Just what?"
"Nothing!" Yilin shook her head and refused to say anything more.
"Since the donor is good-looking, you should look at him twice more!" Murong Fu said with a slight smile.
Yilin seemed to have mustered up the courage and raised her head to look at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu saw that her pure and flawless skin color was covered with a layer of red clouds, which made her look more delicate and beautiful. For a moment, he couldn't move his eyes away.
"Donor...donor..." Yi Lin called twice but received no response, but when she saw Murong Fu's rather fiery eyes, she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look at him again.
"Ahem!" Murong Fu came to his senses and secretly cursed himself for being so unsatisfactory. The atmosphere was quite awkward for a while, so he had to change the subject hastily, "By the way, where are you going? How could you be...
Are those people ambushing you?"
Yilin hesitated for a moment, then replied: "We are invited by the Emei Sect to go to Guangmingding to slay the evil spirits."
Murong Fu couldn't help but secretly curl his lips in his heart. Master Jue had a strong temperament and hated evil as much as hatred. Master Dingxian also had a compassionate heart. If someone wanted to harm her, she would not see anyone die. They were both nuns. How could they be so different?
What he was even more murmuring about was that Dingxian would also lie down in this muddy water.
After that, the two of them chatted about each other. In fact, most of the questions were from Murong Fu, while Yilin occasionally replied a few words, always maintaining a reserved look. Gradually, Murong Fu lost interest, although
Yilin was pretty and very cute, but she always kept a distance from Murong Fu, as if he was some kind of savage beast, which was really boring.
An hour passed, and when Murong Fu was getting impatient with waiting, Master Dingxian's voice finally came from the cave, "I'm grateful to Mr. Murong for protecting the Dharma. Please come in and talk!"
Murong Fu said loudly: "Junior, I still have important matters to attend to. Since my master is fine, I will not delay any more and take my leave."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the valley without any intention of looking back.
Yi Lin stared blankly at Murong Fu's back, "Donor..."
I wanted to save a few words, but I swallowed them again, not knowing what to do for a while.
It wasn't until Murong Fu left that Master Dingyi's voice came from the cave, "Is it Yilin outside? Come in quickly!"
Yilin then hurriedly walked into the cave.
Murong Fu returned to the place where the disciples of the Hengshan Sect were training. At this time, the faces of the disciples improved and they no longer looked as embarrassed as before. However, Ting Feng whispered something to Chui Xue at the side, and their expressions were full of resentment.
"Why, are you talking ill of the young master behind his back again?" Murong Fu came up behind the two of them and said with a smile.
Tingfeng snorted and turned his head to one side. Chui Xue turned around and said, "Sir, when are we going to hit the road?"
Murong Fu reached out and pinched Tingfeng's face in a funny way, "Okay, okay, let's go now!"
Tingfeng patted Murong Fu's hand away, but after hearing Murong Fu's words, his face couldn't help but light up, and the gloomy clouds just now disappeared immediately.
The three of them started their Qinggong exercises on the spot and left in a daze, making all the disciples of the Hengshan Sect feel envious.
However, it was already dark by now, so Murong Fu and the others just walked for a while to put some distance between themselves and the Hengshan sect, then stopped to eat some dry food, meditated and rested on the spot, and did not leave until the next day.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Murong Fu and his party hurriedly hurriedly traveled around the mountains and rivers, feeling very uncomfortable. On this day, they finally arrived in Huashan.
Speaking of Huashan, we have to mention the Huashan Sword Contest, because the two Huashan Sword Contests among the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains are legendary in the martial arts world, causing people in the martial arts community to yearn for Huashan Mountain. As long as the martial arts sword contest is mentioned, Huashan Mountain will inevitably come to mind.
, many people even specially set the place for the competition at the top of Mount Huashan. They traveled thousands of miles to Mount Huashan, climbed to the peak, and imitated the Five Wonders of the Central Plains.
"In fact, more people hope to become famous through this!" Murong Fu thought in his heart.
However, in this way, the Huashan Sect has ushered in spring, because the rise of "Huashan Sword Theory" has attracted many people with good qualifications and longing for martial arts to come here to seek opportunities. In the end, they did not find the opportunity, but they worshiped.
Most of the members of the Huashan Sect were members of the Huashan Sect, which caused the Huashan Sect, which had been severely weakened by internal strife, to gradually show signs of recovery.
"Sir, why do we have to take an extra two days of detour to come to Huashan? Does the master also want to participate in some Huashan sword debate?"
At this time, Murong Fu and the others were having dinner in a restaurant in the largest town at the foot of Huashan Mountain, and what they just said was naturally what Ting Feng asked.
Murong Fu shook his head and smiled, "Of course not. I don't know the specific time of the Huashan Sword Discussion. Anyway, it won't be in the near future. However, if someone can hold a martial arts-wide 'Huashan Sword Discussion', I would be interested in participating." (