"Sir, who is more powerful between the Ignorance Xie Sword Technique and the Dugu Nine Swordsmanship?" Lin Pingzhi said.
Murong Fu turned his head and glanced at Lin Pingzhi, and said with a half-smile, "Why, you haven't given up on the evil sword technique yet?"
Lin Pingzhi's heart skipped a beat and he said hurriedly: "No... no no, Pingzhi is just curious!"
"Speaking of it, Xiexie Sword Technique and Dugu Nine Swords have some similarities. They can make people with weak internal strength greatly improve their martial arts in a short period of time. However, if you compare the power of the two, they are not the same.
, Dugu’s Nine Swords defeated Xiexie’s swordsmanship by an unknown amount!”
Lin Pingzhi heard that the eccentric swordsmanship was far inferior to the Dugu Nine Swordsmanship, and he was a little disbelieving in his heart. The Lin family had relied on the 72 secluded swordsmanship for many years. How could it be as unbearable as Murong Fu said?
But it was hard to refute, so he just nodded slightly and said: "Thank you, Master, for clearing up the confusion!"
Murong Fu also roughly understood Lin Pingzhi's thoughts, but he was too lazy to explain this kind of thing, so he said instead: "It's nothing. Thank you both for your hospitality today, let's just say goodbye!"
"Ah! Are you leaving?" Yue Lingshan was immediately surprised, with a hint of reluctance and loss in her tone.
Tingfeng rolled his eyes, "If I don't leave, why don't I stay at your house?"
"Okay, it's getting late now, you can stay in Huashan for one night before leaving!" Yue Lingshan didn't know what she was thinking, but she agreed without hesitation.
Tingfeng covered his mouth and smiled, "It's my young master who has the final say if you can't live with me anymore, you can tell him!"
Yue Lingshan's face turned slightly red, and she looked at Murong Fu with a hint of expectation, "What do you think, Mr. Murong?"
Murong Fu shook his head and said, "Actually, we rushed to Guangmingding at the invitation of Emei. We were already delayed for a few days, and we have been delayed again and again on the road these days. We really can't delay any longer!"
"That's it..." Yue Lingshan murmured, "Then I wish you a happy journey!"
"Girl Chengyue, good luck, see you soon!"
“See you later!”
Murong Fu took a deep look at Lin Pingzhi, turned around and left with the two Tingfeng girls.
Seeing Murong Fu's figure walking away, Yue Lingshan was stunned for a moment, with an incomprehensible expression on her face.
Lin Pingzhi, who was standing next to him, saw Yue Lingshan's look like this. He felt a little uncomfortable for some reason, and said slightly: "Senior sister, it's best to understand the swordsmanship experience taught to us by Uncle Feng Tai as soon as possible, otherwise it will be easy to forget it as time goes by!
"
Yue Lingshan said "Ah" and came to her senses, "Xiao Linzi, what did you just say?"
"..."
After Murong Fu and his entourage went down the mountain, they went straight to the west. They were accompanied by Ting Feng and the two girls along the way. They were not lonely at all. Moreover, despite the strange nature of Ting Feng, Chui Xue was silent and said little, but they took care of Murong Fu's food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Being well organized makes it very comfortable and comfortable even if you sleep in the wilderness.
More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and the three of them hurriedly and slowly arrived at the vicinity of Zhuwu Lianzhuang in Kunlun Mountain.
"I wonder what happened to that boy Zhang Wuji?" At this time, the three of them were standing on a hillside, looking at the vast snowy mountains. Murong Fu murmured, thinking back to the time when he returned the Nine Sun Magic Art to the valley, and wondered whether that boy was still there.
Will he be as lucky as before and find the magic power?
"Sir, who is Zhang Wuji?" Tingfeng asked.
Murong Fu smiled mysteriously, "You will know soon!"
"What, the young master always talks halfway!" Tingfeng complained softly.
"Let's speed up the tutorial. If we go late, we won't be able to see anything!" Murong Fu walked forward immediately.
Tingfeng hurriedly chased after him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Master, I have a question for you!"
Murong Fu glanced at her in surprise, knowing that Tingfeng would rarely be so cautious. With a thought, he guessed, "You want to ask me why I attach so much importance to this trip to encircle and suppress Mingjiao?" ?”
Tingfeng nodded, "Yes, we don't have any friendship with the Emei Sect. We can just send some outer disciples to deal with it. Why did we send Fourth Master Feng to go there, and even...even the Young Master came here in person?"
"As a disciple of the Crystal Palace, you should just do what you are told, regardless of the reason. This is the first palace rule!" Chui Xue suddenly said calmly.
Tingfeng's heart tightened, and he glanced at Murong Fu carefully, but when he saw that he didn't look angry, he felt slightly relieved, but still pouted, "Master, Tingfeng just doesn't ask questions!"
Murong Fu looked at Ting Feng, then at Chui Xue, and after a while he chuckled, "It doesn't matter, you are the young master's personal maids, you can have privileges!"
Hearing this, he was overjoyed and couldn't help but put his arms around Murong Fu, "Master, tell me quickly, why did we come all the way to the Western Regions?"
The soft touch on his arm made Murong Fu's mind tremble slightly, "I didn't expect this little girl to grow so big!"
"Young Master..." Tingfeng shook Murong Fu's arm and shouted a few times in a coquettish voice.
"Okay, okay, let me tell you, okay!" Murong Fu rubbed his arms on her breasts calmly, with a look on his face that he couldn't stand you, "Although this Mingjiao is divided into pieces, there are many rebels underneath. , the foundation has not been shaken yet, this is a ready-made army, how can you not be tempted, Master?"
Tingfeng frowned slightly, "But those people are all fanatical believers and believe in Mingjiao. It's difficult to recruit them?"
When this question was brought up, Murong Fu rubbed his brows with a headache. During the past ten days on the road, he had been thinking about this question, but so far he had not come up with a way to preserve the strength of the Ming Cult and take him under his command. A good way.
Of course, the most perfect way would be for Murong Fu to become the leader of the Ming Cult. He had also thought about using the Great Shift to save the Ming Cult from crisis, just like Zhang Wuji, and then eventually become the leader of the Ming Cult.
But after a little thought, I found that this path was not feasible at all. The fundamental reason why Zhang Wuji was able to become the leader after practicing the Great Shift of the Universe was that he was the grandson of the White-browed Eagle King and the adopted son of the Golden-haired Lion King. There is no connection, and it is impossible for Yang Xiao and others to support him just by the great shift of the universe.
"Well, we can only take one step at a time and see what happens. At worst, we will wait until the upper echelons of the Mingjiao have been almost wiped out and dispersed completely, and then we can recruit those people to the Murong family." Murong Fu sighed slightly and did his worst. plan.
Tingfeng nodded and said nothing. Suddenly, he noticed something strange on his chest. He was stunned for a moment, then his pretty face turned red, and he hurriedly wanted to let go of his hands.
But Murong Fu clamped his arms slightly and wrapped Tingfeng's hands instead, preventing her from leaving.
"Young Master..." Ting Feng Na called out.
Murong Fu seemed not to have heard anything, and the movements in his hands became louder and louder.
Tingfeng had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted.
After walking less than half a mile, Fubuki, who was walking in front, suddenly asked: "Sir, there is a sound of fighting ahead. Should we take a detour or go over and take a look?"
But seeing that Murong Fu didn't respond for a long time, Chuixue couldn't help but look back, but turned her head quickly. It turned out that at some point, Murong Fu had put his hand into Tingfeng's clothes, and Tingfeng was half-naked and leaning forward.
In Murong Fu's arms.
Fubuki felt angry for no reason, so she turned around, stared at the two of them, and shouted loudly: "Master, Master!"
"Ah?" Murong Fu responded, his face not red, his heart not beating, he slowly took his hand back, pulled up Ting Feng's clothes, then looked at Chui Xue and coughed dryly, "What did you just say?"
"There is a fight ahead. Whether we should take a detour or not, please make the decision, sir!" The two small blushes on Fubuki's cheeks had not yet faded, but his voice was somewhat cold.
"Is there someone fighting?" Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, and then listened carefully. Sure enough, there was a fight not far away, and there seemed to be a lot of people.
Murong Fu pondered for a long time, "Let's go and have a look!"
Not long after, the three of them walked to a dense forest. There were constant "bang bang bang bang bang" noises in the forest. It was obvious that someone was fighting fiercely.
The three of them hid in a big tree and looked towards the clearing in the forest, but they were slightly surprised.
"Sir, Feng Si... uh uh..." Tingfeng looked slightly happy, but midway through his words, Murong Fu reached out to cover his mouth.
"Don't talk. Let's take a look first. There is an ambush in the forest." Murong Fu whispered a few words in Tingfeng's ear.
Tingfeng nodded slightly, and then Murong Fu let go of her.
The three of them turned around and saw two men fighting in the forest. One of them was a thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He was the fourth of the four ministers of the Murong family, Feng Bo evil.
The other person is a middle-aged man, wearing a brown shirt and brocade robe, with a handsome and elegant face, and a short beard under his chin, which gives him a somewhat mature look.
Behind Feng Bo evil, there stood two women in blue shirts. They were identical in appearance and clothing. They were Lian Xing and Yao Yue. Behind them there were more than a dozen people dressed in different styles, but they were obviously from Jianghu.
middle man.
The man in the brown shirt used a fierce palm technique with a very precise internal force. He had been attacking Feng Bo Evil since Murong Fu arrived, and he had struck out more than ten palms in a few breaths.
But Feng Bo evil didn't fight head-on. His thin figure was like a monkey, jumping up and down, and the man in brown shirt couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.
The man seemed to be irritated by him and shouted, "Don't the Murong family claim to do the same to others in return? How come you can only run around? Could it be that you can't even take any of my hall master's moves?"
Not going down?"
"Hahaha, Feng Laosi has been traveling around the world for decades, and he has never been afraid of anyone. The reason why I don't hold hands with you is just because I'm afraid of hurting you!" Feng Bo's evil tone was very gentle, which showed that he was full of energy and had a long-lasting breath.
Long.
But Yao Yue glanced at the man in brown shirt coldly, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Fourth Master Feng, the reputation of the Murong family cannot be insulted lightly. If you are unwilling to contribute, just let this slave take action!"
"Haha, don't worry, Yue Yatou. Feng Laosi's hands have been itchy for a long time. It's hard to meet someone with decent martial arts skills today, so let's play for a while!" Feng BoEi replied indifferently.
The man in the brown shirt was so angry that his face turned purple and his palm skills became more and more fierce. (To be continued)