The water is beautiful, the mountains are clear, the eyebrows are long, and I lean against the small window pavilion after returning home.
Looking at the Central Plains, if Jinling is a place where people are most likely to be addicted to life and wealth, then Jiangnan is a comfortable and comfortable place where people are most likely to be content with the status quo.
At this time, on a forest path near Yanziwu, Suzhou, a rather luxurious carriage was slowly moving forward.
There was a man and a woman sitting in the car. The woman was as delicate and beautiful as a flower. She frequently opened the curtains and looked out, her face uncertain about happiness and sorrow.
Another man was lying leisurely on a recliner, with his eyes half open and half closed, as if he was dozing off. But if you look closely, you will find that there is a faint aura exuding from the man's body.
These two people were naturally Murong Fu and Huo Qingtong, who had been on the road for more than half a month.
Along the way, Huo Qingtong sometimes marveled at the beautiful scenery of the Central Plains and was happy, and sometimes thought of his father and sister far away on the grassland, and was inevitably sad in his heart.
Murong Fu, on the other hand, has been practicing the Marrow Cleansing Sutra to heal his injuries. He didn't know this without treatment, but he was shocked when he discovered that that night at Wan'an Temple, his muscles were almost crushed to pieces, and even his bones were cracked in several places.
Since then, he has left countless hidden wounds. If it weren't for the magical effect of this marrow cleansing sutra, his martial arts journey would probably have stopped here for the rest of his life.
As for the "Nine Yang Transformation Pill" given by Bai Mei, Murong Fu couldn't wait to take it. What made him want to curse was that the pill had no effect on him at all, but the pill given by Kong Wen was
The "Yi Jin Dan", which he looked down on, was quite helpful in practicing the Marrow Cleansing Sutra.
"This old man with white eyebrows actually gave me counterfeit medicine, but Shaolin monks are so honest!" Every time he thought of the so-called "Nine Yang Transformation Pill", Murong Fu would gnash his teeth and curse in secret.
If Bai Mei were here, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood on the spot. You must know that the "Nine Yang Transformation Essence Pill" is indeed a rare elixir of pure internal power in the world. If it leaks out of the world, it will definitely cause a bloody storm.
No,
It's just that Murong Fu's internal energy is already very pure, and the depth of his internal energy is rare in the world. Naturally, the power of the elixir cannot be exerted. As for the consequences of the Beiming Divine Art, it cannot be solved by the Nine Yang Hua Jing Dan.
"Huh", Murong Fu let out a long breath and opened his eyes. Immediately, his eyes were filled with light, his eyes were as solid as substance, and the void around him started to "buzz".
"Hey," Huo Qingtong turned around, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, "Why did you wake up early today?"
Murong Fu's whole body momentum slowed down, and then he disappeared without a trace, turning into a frail scholar.
He did not answer Huo Qingtong's words, but rolled up his sleeves, observed his arms carefully, and marveled, "This Marrow Cleansing Sutra has such an effect, I really don't know what will happen if I practice it one more level."
miraculous effect!"
But the skin on his arms is as white and tender as a baby's, spotless. If you stare closely at it, you will have a dazzling feeling, as if it is wrapped in a layer of transparent things.
However, no matter how much Murong Fu moved his arm, he did not feel any discomfort, and the power contained in it was so great that he was confident that even if all his internal strength was lost, he could defeat ordinary first-class masters with this power.
Seeing Murong Fu's skin be so good, Huo Qingtong felt a little disgusted for no reason, and hummed softly: "You are a big man, but your skin is like that of a girl, you are not ashamed."
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled mischievously, "Is the lady jealous?"
"Bah!" Huo Qingtong spat, "Who is your wife!"
Although she recognized Murong Fu, she was very thin-skinned. Even the word "husband" would only be uttered at specific times.
Murong Fu smiled and said nothing, but his eyes became dark. At first, he really thought that the Marrow Cleansing Sutra was just a way to strengthen the body. However, after he suffered severe physical injuries and practiced the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, he became more and more powerful.
He realized that this technique was extraordinary, and even among the martial arts he knew so far, there was no one that could compare with it.
This made Murong Fu couldn't help but think of the mysterious fat monk in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. Such magical martial arts was easily given to him because of a dish. It would be impossible to say that there was no reason for this.
After thinking for a long time, Murong Fu shook his head with a headache. Naturally, he couldn't think of anything based on his imagination, so he secretly decided to avoid that monk as much as possible in the future.
In addition, although he was back to his prime, he was not happy at all because he had just explored his dantian and discovered that the small particles entrenched in his dantian had a tendency to grow.
"Hey! Master, we are here!" At this time, the driver's voice came from outside the car.
Murong Fu stepped out of the carriage and looked around. The blue waves on Tai Lake were rippling and the mist was hazy. It was like a fairyland in another world, quiet, natural, elegant and comfortable.
But immediately he frowned slightly and glanced around, his eyes flashing with a faint cold light.
"Young Master, please come on board!" A boy at the dock hurriedly ran over to greet you.
After Murong Fu looked at it for a long time, he looked away, nodded slightly, and boarded the boat to Yanziwu with Huo Qingtong.
"Why, you seem a little nervous?" On the boat, Murong Fu turned to Huo Qingtong and asked.
The closer he got to Yanziwu, the faster he found Huo Qingtong's heartbeat.
"No...it's nothing!" Huo Qingtong's face turned red and he replied in a squeaky voice.
Murong Fu thought for a moment and understood. He shook Huo Qingtong's hand and said, "What are you afraid of? The ugly daughter-in-law will have to meet her parents-in-law sooner or later!"
"Who... who wants to see the parents-in-law!" Huo Qingtong lightly patted Murong Fu's chest and said with a red face.
Murong Fu laughed and said nothing.
Not long after, Shenhe Village was already in sight, and a dense crowd of people had gathered on the shore, stretching their heads to look.
Murong Fu felt happy, looked up to the sky and roared, suddenly jumped up and flew over.
Huo Qingtong behind him opened his mouth, but said nothing.
"Young master is back!"
"Master! You are finally back!"
As soon as Murong Fu landed, Tingfeng turned into a fragrant wind and flew into Murong Fu's arms.
The other women Murong Xue, Wang Yuyan, A'Zhu and other women moved their feet, but they endured it and looked at Ting Feng with a faint chill.
Tingfeng shivered, and immediately remembered that something was wrong, and instinctively wanted to shrink back.
But Murong Fu reached out and hugged her soft and slender waist, "Haha, you girl, let me see if you have grown up again!"
Although Tingfeng was used to being close to Murong Fu, she had never been so controlled by him in front of everyone. Her face turned red immediately and she buried her head in Murong Fu's chest.
Murong Fu raised his head and looked around. It was really lively. In addition to Murong Xue, Wang Yuyan and other girls, four other ministers including Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian, Bao Bubutong and Feng BoEi were also there. Murong Fu was quite surprised. What's surprising is that the aunt who has never set foot in Shenhe Village is actually here.
"Everyone has worked hard during my absence!" Murong Fu said with a smile.
"Since you're fine, I'll go back!" Li Qingluo said lightly, and then looked at Wang Yuyan, "Yan'er, let's go!"
"Mother..." Wang Yuyan called out delicately, obviously unwilling to leave with Li Qingluo.
"Humph, if you don't want to leave yet, why don't you stay here?" Li Qingluo looked cold and shouted sternly.
Although she scolded Wang Yuyan, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she was obviously complaining about Murong Fu.
Murong Fu's old face blushed slightly, he let go of Tingfeng, and stepped forward to salute, "Since aunt is here, why not stay here for a few days? My nephew has never had the chance to show his filial piety to his aunt!"
"Huh, no need!" Li Qingluo snorted coldly, looked at Wang Yuyan with hatred, and walked away.
"Master, you are finally back. If you don't come back, the Murong family will probably be in chaos!" Deng Baichuan suddenly said something faintly that made Murong Fu stunned.
Only then did he notice that the faces of the four ministers and Murong Xue and other women were all very ugly, and they were not at all happy about his return.
Murong Xue suddenly raised her eyes and glanced behind Murong Fu, snorted softly, turned around and left.
A'Zhu's big dark eyes rolled around, blinked at Murong Fu, and then followed Murong Xue away.
"Abi!" Seeing that Abi was about to leave, Murong Fu hurriedly called her.
"Ah! Master, what's the matter?" Abi responded.
"Tell me, did something big happen to the Murong family? Why do you feel so bad when I look at you all?" Murong Fu's face also darkened.
"Little maid...little maid," Abi said after a while, "little maid doesn't know anything. Young Master should ask Miss Xue'er!"
After saying that, he retreated behind the four Lianxing girls.
Murong Fu glanced at the four Lianxing girls, and his meaning was self-evident.
But to Murong Fu's expectation, Lian Xing looked at Deng Baichuan and hesitated to speak.
Murong Fu slowly glanced at the crowd, his expression becoming gloomy and uncertain.
"Cousin, let's go back and talk about anything!" Seeing the solemn atmosphere, Wang Yuyan stepped forward and took Murong Fu's arm and said.
Murong Fu nodded slightly and said to the four ministers: "Okay, I will give you some time to think about it. Come to the underground palace to see me in half an hour!"
"Yes!" The four ministers responded and retreated.
"Hey, is this the legendary 'Nan Murong' who saw the dragon but never saw its tail?" Suddenly a delicate female voice came, but her tone was a bit unflattering, "I thought it had three heads and six arms, too. It’s just a pair of eyes, a nose, and a mouth. Although they look pretty, I wonder if they are silver pewter spearheads?”
A cold light flashed in Murong Fu's eyes. He turned around and couldn't help but was stunned for a moment. He saw a girl standing under a flower tree not far away. She was wearing a purple shirt. She was fifteen or sixteen years old and had big black eyes. Slippery, with a face full of good-naturedness.
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