Dai Qisi was thrown to the ground and was hurt by the fall, but seeing Murong Fu's appearance, she couldn't help but feel happy and laughed crazily, "Hahaha... scratch your face to see how you can seduce women in the future!"
"Mother, Master, please stop fighting!" Xiao Zhao was so anxious that he cried loudly, but he had no choice but to shout loudly.
The two of them seemed unaware. Murong Fu straightened up slowly, and an indifferent voice that sounded like it came from Jiuyou said, "Really? Since you are so ignorant, I will let you taste the consequences of offending my master!"
As he spoke, Murong Fu's figure gradually faded until he shattered into pieces.
Dai Qisi's complexion changed drastically, her body rolled on the spot, and she slapped her backhand into the void behind her.
In the originally empty void, a white shadow suddenly flashed, and then she felt her body lighten, and there was a burning pain in her chest.
With a "bang", Dai Qisi hit the wall and fell to the ground again. Her face was very shocked and angry. This guy even hit that place!
But before she could curse a few words, her body immediately slid towards Murong Fu involuntarily. When she got closer, he actually floated in the air, and a pair of cold hands pinched her throat, tightening it tighter and harder, making it difficult to breathe.
While Dai Qisi was horrified, she glanced at Murong Fu's indifferent expression from the corner of her eye, and a thought suddenly came to her mind, "He actually wants to kill me..."
"Young master!" At this time, Xiao Zhao shouted in horror, and then knelt down on his knees, "Don't hurt your mother!"
Murong Fu suddenly stopped moving, his face softened slightly, "Xiao Zhao, get up first."
"I don't, please don't hurt my mother, she didn't mean it..." Xiao Zhao cried and shook his head.
"What about you? Do you still want to fight with me endlessly?" Murong Fu was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Dai Qisi, who had already been pinched by him until her face turned red.
"Humph, don't let me find a chance!" Dai Qisi turned her head and snorted. Although her words were quite tough, her tone was much softer.
Murong Fu suddenly grinned, stretched out his free hand and held her waist, then let go of her neck, and slowly put her down.
Even though Dai Qisi was ashamed and angry, for some reason, she was so fearful at the moment that she didn't dare to say anything. She could only let the other party take advantage intentionally or unintentionally, and thought bitterly in her heart, "That's it, just...
When the other person is a dog... Humph, you fall out so quickly, he is actually a dog in the first place!"
After Murong Fu put down Dai Qisi, he turned around and helped Xiao Zhao up, "Xiao Zhao, what are you doing? I'm just playing with my future mother-in-law, I'm not serious."
"Master, your face..." Xiao Zhao couldn't help but look sad when he saw the two scabbed blood marks on Murong Fu's face.
"This is nothing." Murong Fu smiled slightly. As he spoke, the wounds on his face slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the last trace of red marks disappeared.
Dai Qisi stared blankly at this scene, her face changing rapidly, until the end, she still had a look of surprise that could not be erased, "You... are you a human or a ghost!"
"No, I am a god!" Murong Fu rolled his eyes and said angrily.
"Humph, I have never seen such an arrogant person." Dai Qisi muttered and stopped asking.
"Xiao Zhao," Murong Fu changed the topic and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to take the position of leader of the Persian Ming Cult. Will you blame the young master?"
Xiao Zhao shook his head, "Xiao Zhao has never cared about the position of leader, it's just that my mother kissed her..."
Dai Qisi sighed and said quietly, "Xiao Zhao, the matter has come to this, even if you want to go, you can't go!"
"Mother..." A trace of confusion flashed in Xiao Zhao's eyes.
"Although you deceived me when I checked your body before, it was because I didn't check carefully. The test for promotion to a saint is so strict. You can't pass the physical examination alone." Dai Qi.
Si shook her head and said.
"What should I do, mother?" Xiao Zhao asked.
Dai Qisi glared at Murong Fu fiercely, "Ask him, I'm not afraid to tell you that if my mother doesn't survive, you two will never be together."
After hearing these words, Murong Fu was not angry but happy. These words showed that she had gradually recognized the facts before her. However, this woman was really determined and resolute. After a short while, she had already recovered from the huge blow.
She is worthy of being called the Holy Lady of the Supreme Ming Cult of Persia.
Then he smiled slightly and said firmly, "Don't worry, no matter what kind of Baoshu King he comes, even if Mingzun comes in person, I will not let him take away your mother and daughter."
"Then I'll wait and see!" Dai Qisi said tit for tat, but she was crying and laughing in her heart. At this point, there really was no other way but to rely on Murong Fu.
"But my mother-in-law is still needed for this matter..."
Before Murong Fu could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dai Qisi, "When you get through this disaster, it won't be too late to call me mother-in-law. As for the details of the Persian chief minister, I will only tell you what I know, but I will leave
I don’t know what changes have taken place in Mingjiao over the years in Persia.”
"Madam, please speak!" Murong Fu said politely.
"Why didn't I see you so polite just now?" Dai Qisi rolled her eyes and secretly cursed. She opened her mouth lightly and said slowly, "Persian Ming Cult, under the leader, there are twelve treasure tree kings, the largest
Saint, the second is wisdom, the third is victory, the fourth is fire control, the fifth is diligence, the sixth is equality, the seventh is confidence, the eighth is suppressing evil, the ninth is integrity, the tenth is merit, the eleventh is unity, and the twelveth is clarity.
, these twelve people usually focus on intensive study of doctrines and scriptures, but they also have their own strengths."
"For example, the King of Wisdom is eloquent and wise, and is the chief military advisor of the Persian Mingjiao. The King of Victory, although not the best in martial arts, is good at fighting. Especially in the aspect of commanding the three armies, he can be called the number one person in the Mingjiao..."
"Commander the three armies? Why do you, the Persian Ming Cult, still have an army?" Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in surprise.
"Yes, this is actually an open secret. In Persia, the royal family has always been jointly controlled by various sects. Among all the forces, the Mingjiao dominates. It can be said that a single order from the Mingjiao in Persia can determine the changes in the royal family, the military,
What does it matter!”
Murong Fu frowned slightly. Before, he had only considered sending masters from the Persian Ming Church, but now he suddenly thought that if the troops came, what use would these people have, no matter how high their martial arts skills were?
Dai Qisi seemed to have understood his thoughts and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the war in Persia has been tense in recent years. The entire kingdom's troops are resisting the Mongolian army, and there is no time to go to the Central Plains."
Murong Fu felt slightly relieved, and then he remembered that Genghis Khan led his troops across the Western Regions and had already reached Persia. It seemed that the two sides were still in a stalemate.
Then Dai Qisi briefly introduced the characteristics and expertise of the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings. From her words, it was not difficult to tell that not all of these twelve people could know martial arts.
The director is just a leader in one area, except for one person, of course, that is the Great Sage Baoshu King who once enlightened and became a peerless master.
In her words, twenty years ago, this person's martial arts skills were already unfathomable. If he were still alive today, I don't know how high he would be.
However, Murong Fu didn't take it seriously. The supreme martial arts of the Ming Cult were completely in his own hands. No matter how hard they practiced, they couldn't get any better.
After comforting Xiao Zhao and Dai Qisi, the mother and daughter said goodbye and left. Murong Fu was reluctant to leave Xiao Zhao, but under the look in Dai Qisi's eyes as if he was guarding against thieves, he finally suppressed his thoughts.
"Alas..." Murong Fu looked at the spider on the bed, then at the sleeping Hui Yue Shi in the corner, and finally came to Hui Yue Shi, untied her sleeping hole with one finger, and woke her up.
"People from the Central Plains, what did you do to me?" Huiyue made him turn around as soon as he woke up, his eyes rolled around, and he hurriedly sensed the condition of his body before he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I think it's just your face that I can't stand!" Murong Fu rolled his eyes at her angrily and said.
"Bah!" Huiyueshi spat harshly, "You are the ugly one. You are the ugliest person I have ever seen."
Murong Fu found it funny, "Maybe your aesthetics is different."
The Huiyue Messenger snorted and said no more.
"How many people from your Persian Ming Cult are here this time, and when will they arrive?" Murong Fu suddenly asked.
Hui Yue envoy was stunned for a moment and sneered, "Thousands of people are coming, and they will definitely arrive in less than three hours."
"Oh?" Murong Fu's brows formed into the character "Chuan", "So many?"
"That's right," a trace of pride flashed across Hui Yuezhi's face, "If you are sensible, please let me go immediately. I will not hold you responsible for your previous offense against me!"
Murong Fu looked at her intently for a long time, his eyes gradually became dark, and he asked, "What kind of armaments are they wearing? Do they carry firearms? What kind of ship are they on?"
"They...didn't..." Huiyue Shi's face was blank at first, and he hesitated for a while, then a trace of struggle flashed across his face, and he suddenly woke up, "You...you can actually use the 'Questioning Skill'
!”
While speaking, he no longer dared to look at Murong Fu. His delicate body was trembling slightly, and he looked extremely scared.
"Interrogating the mind?" Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly understood that the so-called interrogating technique should be a Persian martial art similar to the soul-moving technique. He had just performed the soul-moving technique, and wanted to see if he could ask
Something happened, but the strength of this woman's thoughts was beyond his expectation. She only recovered after being absent-minded for a moment.
From then on, no matter what Murong Fu asked, Huiyue Shi kept silent and lowered his head deeply, never showing his eyes.
Murong Fu had no choice but to return to the table and continue studying the Holy Fire Order.
At dawn the next day, Murong Fu was still in a daze in front of the Holy Fire Order, when suddenly there was a loud "bang", the ship shook violently, and women's screams came from all over the ship.
Murong Fu was startled and ducked out of the house. He looked up and saw a huge ship between the water and the sky, sails swaying and sailing towards him at high speed.
"What a mess! Did you learn all your martial arts in vain?" At this time, Zhou Zhiruo's cold voice sounded.