"The conditions for this junior are also very simple!" Murong Fu's expression became serious, and he raised his eyes to look at Zhou Zhiruo in the distance, "Since Master Miejie has passed away, Emei must choose the next leader. The condition for this junior is that the seniors must not stop Zhiruo.
If you inherit the position of head."
Bai Mei frowned slightly, "Who told you that Jue'er is going to pass the position of head to Zhou Yatou?"
When Murong Fu saw his unkind expression, he hurriedly explained: "Senior, please don't misunderstand. This junior is also just guessing. Among the disciples of this generation of Emei, Zhiruo is one of the best. There is no reason for Master Miejie not to let her be the leader."
Baimei looked at Murong Fu noncommittally, and said lightly: "No, you guessed wrong. Among this generation of disciples, there is still one person whose qualifications are not as good as those of Zhou Yatou."
"Yuan Ziyi?" Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of this woman who was quite out of place among the Emei disciples. When he looked at Bai Mei again, his heart suddenly moved, "Miss Yuan, who are you?"
A look of surprise flashed across Baimei's face, "You are quite smart. Yes, Ziyi is my successor, and..."
As he spoke, Bai Mei's face suddenly turned cold, "Zhou Zhiruo possesses martial arts skills from another sect and has been sneaking into Emei for so many years. The plot must be quite big. I was just trying to find the source, but I didn't expect you to show up on your own!"
Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly thought, "Oh no," but his expression remained unmoved, with a calm look, "Yes, Zhiruo does have a close relationship with me."
Bai Mei said nothing, quietly waiting for Murong Fu's next words.
"Ten years ago, the junior and Master Zhang rescued Zhiruo whose parents were killed by the Hanshui River. I pitied her for being lonely and helpless, so I recognized her as my adopted sister. However, I couldn't bring her back to Murong's house at that time.
Then I asked Master Zhang to send her to Emei." Murong Fu said slowly.
"Oh? Zhang Sanfeng also knows?" Bai Mei was stunned for a moment, as if he was extremely surprised.
"Yes, later I saw that Zhiruo was weak and I was afraid that she would get sick on the road, so I taught her some of the Murong family's inner strength and mental methods." Murong Fu's face was not red and his heart did not beat, and he described the "Nine Yin Manual" as his own mental method.
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"Hmph!" Bai Mei snorted coldly, but his expression was much calmer than before, "So, you kid wants to take the opportunity to control our Emei sect?"
Murong Fu couldn't help but hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should speak so directly! But he said: "Senior, where did you think of it? Compared to others, I naturally hope that Zhiruo will have a good future."
"You're very frank!" The white brows raised slightly. Although his face was stern, there was a hint of smile in his eyes.
"Senior, what do you mean?" Murong Fu couldn't help but ask.
"If you just told a lie, not to mention that Zhou Zhiruo can't become the head of Emei, even if he is expelled from Emei, it is impossible!" Bai Mei suddenly smiled leisurely.
Murong Fu looked slightly happy, "So senior agrees?"
Bai Mei sighed slightly, "So what if I don't agree. Originally, my idea was to support Zi Yi to become the head of Emei in this generation. However, she has the same temperament as me and is unwilling to do so, and Jue'er only wants to support Zhou Zhiruo.
What else can I say?"
Murong Fu blinked his eyes. The old man had already made a decision about his feelings. The previous threats and threats were just to find out Zhou Zhiruo's background.
Bai Mei said in a deep voice again: "But boy, if I find out that you want to take the opportunity to control Emei, don't blame me for being unkind!"
Murong Fu secretly curled his lips, "The moment you find out, the situation has been decided, what else can you do to me?"
But there was a smile on his face, "How can you do that? As the head of the Murong family, the boy is already thinking too hard, how can he still have the energy to dream about Emei! Besides, with Zhiruo as the head, the Murong family and the Emei sect are in alliance.
, am I the kind of person who stabs you in the back?"
Bai Mei hummed, then changed the topic, "Stop talking nonsense, quickly bring the Yitian Sword to me!"
"Yes, yes! But about the secret book..."
Bai Mei was immediately furious, "Humph, I will still break my promise!"
Murong Fu smiled apologetically, turned and left.
When Murong Fu disappeared, Bai Mei suddenly tilted his head and asked, "Zi Yi, what do you think of Zhou Zhiruo?"
But behind a rock, a purple shadow flashed, and there stood a slender and graceful woman in purple, it was Yuan Ziyi.
Yuan Ziyi glanced at the direction Murong Fu left and said softly: "This girl has an extremely reserved personality. She looks soft and weak, but in fact she has a strong heart. She is somewhat similar to her master."
Bai Mei stroked his beard and sighed: "Oh, I am afraid that she will fall deeply in love and be unable to extricate herself, and give away the foundation of the Emei Sect. This Murong Fu is not an easy person!"
"What did grandpa see?" Yuan Ziyi asked.
Bai Mei pondered for a long time, "It's very ambitious!"
"Giggle, then there is nothing to worry about!" Yuan Ziyi smiled sweetly, "With his ambition, he can't look down on a small business like Emei."
Bai Mei glared at her angrily, "In my opinion, your ambition is the greatest. What does it mean to have a small family and a small business!"
Yuan Ziyi stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.
Not long after, Murong Fu returned to the mouth of the valley with the Yitian Sword. When he saw Yuan Ziyi, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said: "I didn't expect Miss Yuan to be here, but I was mistaken."
A sly smile flashed in Yuan Ziyi's eyes, but she didn't explain it.
"This is the sword swing technique, here it is for you!" Bai Mei stroked his eyebrows from his waist, took out a finger-thick book and threw it to Murong Fu.
Murong Fu took it and looked at it. The words "Sword Swinging" were written on it. The handwriting was clear and the pages were brand new. He couldn't help but be surprised and looked at Bai Mei in confusion.
Bai Mei said, "I copied this when I was in seclusion. I wanted to pass it on to Jue'er, but I didn't expect..."
Thinking of extinction, Bai Mei's face darkened again.
"Return the Yitian Sword to you, remember what you promised me!" Murong Fu didn't bother much, and directly threw the Yitian Sword to Bai Mei.
Although Murong Fu felt distressed, he also knew that now was not the time, and there must be some secret to this sword. He could only ask Zhou Zhiruo alone some other time.
"It's all over here. I'm going back to retreat. If you have time, you might as well go to Mount Emei and sit there." Bai Mei said goodbye.
"Are you leaving now?" Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, "I want to see Zhiruo alone."
Bai Mei shook her head, "This is not allowed!"
But seeing Murong Fu's face turn ugly, he explained slightly: "Since Girl Zhou is going to take over as the head of the family, she must fast and bathe, and cannot have contact with outsiders."
"What an outsider! I am an insider, okay!" Murong Fu secretly cursed, but at this time he still focused on the overall situation, and immediately nodded in disappointment, "That's it, let's say goodbye, senior, take care."
Baimei nodded, then turned and left.
"Hey, don't you have anything to say to me?" Yuan Ziyi asked softly after Bai Mei walked away.
"What are you talking about?" Murong Fu replied smoothly, but immediately felt it was inappropriate and smiled: "Of course there is."
"Say it!" Yuan Ziyi stared at Murong Fu's face with some excitement.
"Um...Nvxia Yuan, take care. By the way, Nvxia Yuan has a very good figure!"
"What did you say!" Yuan Ziyi's face darkened, and his eyes were cold and solid, "I'll give you another chance!"
Murong Fu was shocked, how could Yuan Ziyi be so bold today!
"If Ziyi is free, remember to come to Jiangnan to play!"
Yuan Ziyi's eyes rolled back and forth, and then he smiled happily, "Okay, I will remember it! Also, if you have anything to say to me, I can make an exception."
A look of doubt flashed in Murong Fu's eyes. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it. He said in his mouth: "Just tell Zhiruo and I will go see her."
Yuan Ziyi smiled mysteriously, nodded and left.
"Mr. Murong!" Just when Murong Fu was confused, an old voice came over.
Zhang Sanfeng's white clothes were fluttering, his beard and hair were flying. He took one step forward and was already a foot away. After only three or five steps, he was already in front of Murong Fu. "Hey, little friend Murong is kind-hearted. He came to watch the sun early in the morning."
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"Isn't it?" Murong Fu chuckled and replied casually: "The day's plan begins in the morning. Morning is the best time of the day, so we can't waste it."
Zhang Sanfeng paused for a moment, then put his hands on his hands and smiled, "Yes, yes, a good plan for the day lies in the morning. Purple Qi comes from the east, and the morning of the day is indeed the best time, and it is the most suitable for practicing martial arts."
The corner of Murong Fu's mouth twitched and he asked: "Is the real person going to practice martial arts?"
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, "That's not true, the old Taoist and his disciples are about to leave for Wudang!"
"Oh?" Murong Fu was a little surprised. He had to know that many Wudang disciples were seriously injured. After thinking about it, he realized that this place is the territory of the Mongols. How could they dare to stay longer? He immediately handed over and said, "Take care, Master!"
"Little friends, take care, if you have time, remember to come to Wudang Mountain to sit with the old Taoist!"
"Yes, Mr. Murong, our senior brothers are also looking forward to it. You must come often!" Mo Shenggu's hearty laughter came over.
A group of Wudang disciples, as well as Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, etc., are already ready to go.
"Absolutely!" Murong Fu said, cupping his hands.
As soon as the Wudang Sect left, the other sects seemed to have made an appointment and left one after another. Murong Fu naturally couldn't help but exchange pleasantries.
Looking at the empty valley, Murong Fu suddenly felt a little uninterested. He always felt that he had missed something, but he couldn't remember it.
A total of nearly 3,000 people from the six major sects were dispatched this time. Unexpectedly, the Mingjiao was not wiped out, but it experienced many twists and turns. Less than one tenth of them returned alive, so the losses were considerable.
"Huh?" Thinking of the Ming Cult, Murong Fu suddenly had an idea in his mind, "Who betrayed them?"
That night, Zhang Sanfeng and the others strangely launched an attack in advance, and then were ambushed. It was obvious that someone was causing trouble, but I don't know who this person was?
"Husband..." Huo Qingtong's rather strange voice came from behind, "Shall we... let's go?"
"Of course I'm leaving!" Murong Fu shook his head, put aside his thoughts, took Huo Qingtong's little hand, and left.
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