"Can you really change your destiny against the will of heaven!?" Murong Bo didn't care about the old magic stick's smell of inferior turbid wine, stinky salted fish, sweat, sweet and fishy mixed smell, he lifted him up from the ground and asked
"This..." When it came to the end, the old magic stick flinched again, he chuckled, and said with a sneer, "Actually, it's not that, it just can temporarily block his bad luck... for three years! Do it my way, I guarantee it.
He has had nothing to do for three years!"
"Three years? That's okay!" Murong Bo was overjoyed, but he looked at him up and down and said suspiciously, "Aren't you deceiving me?"
"That's impossible!" the old magic stick said with a pale face, "You are not allowed to insult my old man's secret skills!"
When he heard that he was not changing his fate against nature, the fake poet immediately felt relieved and shouted: "Hey, hey, hey, even if we are cheating, we can't come here to cheat! Your old man can slap us flat with just a wave of his hand.
Here you go!”
Murong Bo thought about it, so he left them to his servants to clean them in disgust, while he went to wait in the Moon Pavilion.
Luo Yan went to the Holy Land of Fengyuan, and when he came back, it was already winter here and the snow had not yet fallen, but there was already the chill of winter. At this time, there were fresh fruits and dried fruit preserves in the moon-holding pavilion, and there were also some candied fruits in the small stove.
Warming a pot of good wine, he and Cen Zijin were filling their bellies while watching people fishing. As for Ah Bu, who got sleepy in winter, he didn't know where to go to stay warm.
"I'm very busy at the front, but you two are quite at ease!" Murong Bo gave a long laugh and stepped into the pavilion.
Seeing this, Cen Zijin quickly stood up and poured him a glass of hot wine, then sat down happily.
Murong Bo smiled, drank wine, and asked Luo Yan in a low voice: "Who are those two guys? Can they be trusted?"
Luo Yan curled his lips. He had also heard what happened just now, but he was a little doubtful about it. After thinking about it, he said: "Let's try it first. These two guys are mysterious and got entangled with me somehow. They should
Do you have some skills? If you can squeeze out the benefits, I will call you master!"
"Fuck you!" Murong Bo laughed and cursed. He sat for a while and saw that the two liars were almost finished cleaning up. Then he stood up and left.
"Do you really believe it?" Cen Zijin kindly reminded him, "Don't forget how much money these two guys extorted from you!"
Luo Yan chuckled and said in a low voice: "Don't even think about it, they are not Chushenjue players, how did they get here, huh? Also, although the battle outside the city is not a secret, he can tell it accurately
It was the two of us who caused it, do you think these two are simple?"
In the bathroom, the two liars rubbed each other down at least ten pounds of mud, and then they leaned comfortably against the wall of the bucket and chatted.
The fake poet asked with concern: "Old magic stick, how is your injury? If you cast another spell, will it work?"
The old magic stick waved his hands feebly and gasped: "Much better, thank you very much this time, I owe you a life!"
The fake poet curled his lips: "You owe me a lot! More than a bottle of life essence! However, is this kid really worth your efforts? I can tell you, you will go against heaven for him like you did outside the city.
To change your life, you have to sacrifice yourself!"
The essence of life, owned by Tianmu Lin, can bring people back to life with just one drop. It will never be taken away! The only way to escape is for the medicine seeker to break through the Tianmu Puppet Formation, which is said to be able to trap the strongest warriors at the peak of the Martial Emperor!
The old magician chuckled, took out a wrinkled and dirty amulet from the tattered Taoist robe, and showed off: "I don't cast spells, I have this! Just give this to that Murong Yu!"
"This is... a sacred wood talisman? Oh, why is it so dirty?" The fake poet picked up the water and said, "Quick, quick, wash up!"
Not to mention how the two old liars were struggling, but at this time there was a burly soldier with a black helmet, black armor, and black metal gloves on the Shuiming Sect Mountain Road. He was walking slowly up, but he was very steady, and he seemed to be walking slowly.
He is not focused on anything else, but even the chirping of an insect around him cannot escape his ears.
The long staircase finally came to the end. He raised his head and looked at the white jade mountain gate. A smile appeared on his face hidden under the black helmet. He breathed a sigh of relief and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Shui Ming Sect, finally
came back!"
As he took the first step into Shuiming Sect, the bells and bells in all directions buzzed in unison. This was the sound of ritual bells to welcome a big shot!
And he is Murong Bo's adopted son, the 29-year-old Half-Step Martial Emperor Murong Jue!
If there were no Shuiming Sect under Murong Jin, who among his peers could suppress Chu Hantian, it would be Murong Jue!
In terms of qualifications, Murong Jue may not be as good as Chu Hantian, but everything he has is gained on the battlefield. When encountering strength, he becomes stronger. This is his principle and method!
Murong Jue looked at the steamy sect with nostalgia and murmured: "Three years..."
He slowly passed through the outer gate and walked slowly across the square in front of the palace, completely ignoring everyone's respect and compliments. Finally, he stopped in front of Wenyuan Palace and asked hoarsely: "Is my foster father here?"
The guard's eyes suddenly widened, he beat his chest with his right fist in great excitement, made a military salute with a bang, and said loudly: "Reporting to Lord Murong, the sect master is not here, but you can go to the young master's Yuchen Garden!"
"Yuchen Garden?" Murong Jue breathed a long sigh of relief and murmured with some distress, "Is the foster father missing Jin brother again?"
"No!" the guard hurriedly explained, "The young master has returned and is now in Yuchen Garden!"
"You're back?" Murong Jue's armor made a clanking sound, and he pinched the guard's shoulders with his iron-like palms and asked excitedly, "Really? Is he okay?"
The guard grinned in pain and reluctantly said: "Young Master is very good, he is already a third-level Martial Master..." Before he finished speaking, Murong Jue walked quickly towards Yuchen Garden, without any trace of the calmness and indifference he had just now!
The guard rubbed his shoulders and smiled bitterly: "Master Murong's strength is becoming more and more powerful..."
In the sound of "dong dong" footsteps, Murong Jue, who was wrapped in black armor, stepped into the messy Yuchen Garden. Looking at the garbage under the fruit tree, he frowned and glanced at the surprised people with his sharp eyes.
The servant roared angrily: "Who asked you to have fun here! Don't you know this is a forbidden place!"
"Hey, I'm interrogating a prisoner in my own garden. Do I still need to ask you?" Luo Yan was catching earthworms for fishing in the flower garden. When he heard the roar, he came out with a "weed" in his hands with some displeasure.
"Who are you! How dare you pull out the pure grass from the garden!" Murong Jue became even more angry. He was the only one who knew how much effort his adoptive father had put into the garden and how valuable these spiritual grasses were!
"Oh, you are talking about it! It is Qipin Qingxincao? It doesn't taste very good!" Luo Yan bit a leaf angrily, and then spat it out with a "poof"
"You! Unforgivable!" Murong Jue no longer cared about the rules and punched out in anger. The black fist shadow mixed with the power of a half-step Martial Emperor enveloped half of the garden in an instant!