Murong Fu was about to turn around when he suddenly raised his eyebrows and glanced at the door of the back room on the left side of the hall. His face was thoughtful. After a while, he sneered and turned around to leave. Three-Inch Human World
Although Kaifeng Mansion has gone through several wars, it can be said to be in extremely good condition since Chang'an. Both the prosperity and the flow of people are dozens of times better than those in Chang'an. There are even 70 to 80 percent Han people on the streets.
Murong Fu was confused at first, but then suddenly realized that compared to Mongolia, the Jin Kingdom was much more accepting of the Han people, and their methods were very gentle. That was why there were so many Han people staying in Kaifeng Mansion.
The three of them wandered around the street without concealing their identities. After a period of buffering, Huang Rong had calmed down. If she wanted to save Guo Jing, she had to at least confirm whether Guo Jing was imprisoned in the Hailing Palace, otherwise they would alert the snake too early.
This will make Guo Jing's situation even more disadvantageous.
"Mr. Murong, what should we do now?" Huang Rong asked in a low voice beside Murong Fu.
This was not because she was smart and witty and didn't pay attention, but she guessed that the Murong family was inextricably linked to the Crystal Palace, which was extremely well-informed about the world, so she wanted to see if there was any news from the Crystal Palace first. Of course, there were also
A hint of temptation.
Murong Fu took a deep look at Huang Rong and said noncommittally: "Find a place to stay first, and go to Hailing Prince's Mansion to explore it in the evening."
Huang Rong's eyes flashed with disappointment. This method cannot be called a method at all. It is common sense that everyone in the world knows.
"Let's go!" Murong Fu ignored Huang Rong's thoughts and picked up Xiao Zhao and headed towards an inn.
Huang Rong stared blankly at Murong Fu's back. After a while, she stamped her little feet and hummed before following.
"Two rooms for the shopkeeper." Murong Fu opened two rooms without hesitation, one for Huang Rong, and the other for him and Xiao Zhao.
"okay!"
Not long after, the waiter led Murong Fu into the house and consciously left.
"Sir, why are you looking at me like this?" Xiao Zhao couldn't stand Murong Fu's eyes that seemed to be matter-of-fact, so he couldn't help but ask with a slight blush on his face.
"Hehe, of course I have to do something I love to do during this great time!" Murong Fu laughed evilly, and regardless of Xiao Zhao's struggle, he picked up her petite body and threw her on the bed. After a while, there was a sound in the room.
A shameful voice.
"Bah!" Huang Rong, who was retracting her ears from the wall next door, blushed and spat through gritted teeth, "He is just a perverted ghost, and he still shows off his prostitution in the daytime. It's really... it's really..."
"Oh, I don't know how Fu'er can look at such a person!" Huang Rong sighed, and then thought of Guo Jing, "No, this kid is so out of control, I guess I can't count on him, I have to find a way myself, huh!
"
Huang Rong glared fiercely in the direction next door and left.
"She's gone!" Murong Fu, who was holding Xiao Zhao under him, muttered to himself after hearing the heavy slam of the door.
Xiao Zhao, on the other hand, had a confused look on his face. He didn't understand why Murong Fu carried him to the bed but didn't take off his clothes for a long time and had to learn to make that embarrassing cry by himself.
"Hey, Xiao Zhao, you don't want it, do you?" Murong Fu glanced at Xiao Zhao below him and couldn't help but smile strangely.
But seeing Xiao Zhao at this moment, her hands tightly around his waist, her big watery eyes looking at Murong Fu affectionately, her face gradually turned rosy.
"Young Master!" Xiao Zhao screamed, almost fainting from shame, and had no choice but to bury her head tightly in Murong Fu's chest.
"Okay, okay, Master, I have something for you to do. It's okay to be late." Murong Fu said seriously.
"Young Master..." Xiao Zhao lightly punched Murong Fu on the chest, but after hearing that he said something was wrong, he quickly restrained his emotions and asked, "What's the matter?"
Murong Fu pondered for a long time, stood up, took the four treasures from the house, wrote down the word "Guo Jing", folded the note and handed it to Xiao Zhao.
"Take this note, go to East Cross Street, find a liquor store called Thyme, give him the note, and tell him that you can take this thing with you in one day at most."
As he spoke, Murong Fu took out another golden token with the words "Qian Kun" written on it, which was the Qian Kun Order used by the four orders.
"Yes, even if Xiao Zhao is shattered into pieces, he will help the young master get it done!" Xiao Zhao took the two things and replied with a slight tremor in his voice.
Although she didn't know much about the secrets of the Murong family, she could guess that the Qiankun Token in front of her must be an extremely important thing, and the fact that Murong Fu could hand over such an important token and secret to her was enough to show how much Murong Fu had attached to her.
Trust me, how could she not be excited?
"Nonsense," Murong Fu reached out and scratched Xiao Zhaoqiong's nose angrily, "It's just a job of running errands and delivering messages. There's no point in breaking your body into pieces. Even if you really encounter some bad people, you can just throw away the things.
It’s the most important thing, you know?”
Listening to Murong Fu's love words, how could Xiao Zhao, who had just begun to fall in love, bear it? He was so moved that he let out a soft hum, but secretly decided in his heart that if he really encountered this situation, he would die.
, and the young master’s secret must not be exposed.
After Xiao Zhao left, Murong Fu sat back on the bed with some boredom, took out the "Sword Swinging Technique" given by Bai Mei and began to meditate on it.
He has meditated on this fragment of sword manual dozens of times. He has understood some of the obscure mental formulas in it. But for some reason, every time he tries to practice, he feels full of energy.
Blood surges, boredom makes me want to vomit, and I can't practice at all.
He had never doubted that Bai Mei had deceived him with fake secret books. When martial arts reached his level, many martial arts principles were the same. The authenticity of a secret book could be seen at a glance. If it didn't work, just look twice.
"Is it because of the incompleteness?" Murong Fu murmured. This was not the first time he had this idea. In the blink of an eye, he shook his head again, "The white-browed old man claims to have practiced some skills. It is absolutely impossible for him to master every move.
There’s no way to practice.”
"Hmph, this white-browed old man is really cunning. He deliberately gave me the original document without writing down his own cultivation insights. He clearly knew that I would not be able to practice this move without meditating for decades!"
Murong Fu secretly scolded Bai Mei again, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, "Wait a minute, this move..."
Then he quickly flipped through the secret book again, and couldn't help being stunned, muttering to himself: "This secret book doesn't even have half a sword map!"
As we all know, almost all sword manuals mostly contain diagrams of moves and very few mental formulas. However, this book on swordsmanship is full of mental formulas.
"I'm so stupid, I actually saw such a big flaw dozens of times before I discovered it!" Murong Fu suddenly patted his head, and then he concentrated and calmed down. He no longer drew casually like practicing ordinary swordsmanship, but sat cross-legged.
In bed, the whole person quickly enters an ethereal state.
"Unify the mind and power, use Qi as the guide, use thoughts as the sword, and use God as the emptiness..."
Murong Fu recited the formula silently, but after a long while, there was still no movement.
However, he did not lose heart and continued to meditate silently.
A stick of incense passed by, but there was no movement in the house.
An hour passed, but there was still no movement in the house.
Two hours passed, and there was only the sound of Xiao Zhao coming back.
A whole day passed, and Murong Fu was about to give up, when he suddenly heard Xiao Zhao's "Ah" sound.
Murong Fu was startled. When he opened his eyes, he saw a tea cup falling from the sky and shattering with a "bang".
"Xiao Zhao, what did you see just now?" Murong Fu couldn't help but ask.
"Sir...Sir, just now I saw the teacup on the table making an automatic sound. It was extremely slow, as if...it was as if an invisible hand was picking it up." Xiao Zhao said with some lingering fear.
"What, you saw the tea cup flying up?" Murong Fu's eyes widened and his heartbeat increased rapidly, because what he was thinking just now was that he was so thirsty and wanted to drink a cup of tea!
"You hide aside for a while, and no matter what you see, don't make a sound. The young master is practicing." Murong Fu finished speaking quickly, then closed his eyes and meditated along with the feeling just now.
After a while, there was nothing unusual about his body. He couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Zhao, is there any movement?"
"Yes...yes, sir, I...I..." Xiao Zhao mumbled, but couldn't say anything clearly.
Murong Fu opened his eyes and saw that nothing had changed in the room, but Xiao Zhao's skirt was shaking and he looked panicked.
"Xiao Zhao, what did you see?" Murong Fu asked.
Xiao Zhao's face paled slightly, "Just now it seemed like... it seemed like someone had lifted up my skirt. Master, is there something dirty in this room? Master..."
As Xiao Zhao spoke, he burst into tears and jumped into Murong Fu's arms with three steps at a time.
Murong Fu was dumbfounded for a moment, then became ecstatic and patted Xiao Zhao on the back in a funny manner, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I was just practicing martial arts. How can there be ghosts in this world!"
"Practice?" Xiao Zhao was startled, then raised his head and looked at Murong Fu doubtfully.
"Yes, this kung fu is extremely miraculous. I'm just a beginner, so I can't control it as I please." Murong Fu said with a smile. Now he was sure that he had discovered the true method of practicing this sword swing.
"Master!" Xiao Zhao rolled his eyes at him slightly, "You... how could you lift up Xiao Zhao's skirt like that? If... if someone else looked at you, wouldn't Xiao Zhao... wouldn't he..."
"Okay, okay, don't worry. With the young master here, no one can get close to him unnoticed." Murong Fu was in a good mood and pinched Xiao Zhao's face to comfort him.
"By the way, how did things go?" Murong Fu changed the subject and asked.
Xiao Zhao nodded, "When I took out the token, the shopkeeper of Thyme almost knelt down in front of Xiao Zhao. Later, I told him exactly what the young master said, and he said there would be a result before tomorrow."
After saying this, Xiao Zhao thought for a while, took out the Qiankun Token and handed it to Murong Fu.