[Comprehensive Martial Arts + Sword Three] Murong Fu of Attack

As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter and good for the disease.

If such a bitter medicine has no significant effect on Murong Fu's injury, then he really doesn't want to live.

It's just that although his health improved, it was a good thing, but it also brought a little trouble.

For example, being surrounded for no reason.

After Ah Huang, the first person to watch was a young man in Taoist robes.

This young man has a handsome face, a fairy-like, independent appearance, but after seeing him, his eyes suddenly turned red.

After muttering for a while, the young man seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and then——

Then turned around and left.

Very crisp.

Murong Fu: "..."

The second person who came to watch was a young man with handsome features.

This person's green shirt is warm and moist, and his sleeves are flying. Although he is still young, he already has a taste of being out of the world.

However, after the young man saw him, he didn't say a word. After being silent for half an hour, he suddenly let out a long sigh, and then——

Then turned around and left.

Very neat.

Murong Fu: "..."

Therefore, the next time he saw Ah Huang, Murong Fu couldn't help but sincerely said to him: "Are you sure I'm the only one here who needs to take medicine?"

Ah Huang: "...huh?"

Speaking of Ah Huang, Murong Fu felt that he should be regarded as the most normal among these abnormal people.

Although Ah Huang's name is vulgar, he is not vulgar.

If the words are majestic, gentle and jade-like, it can be used to show their potential.

It's no wonder that Zhui'er only mentioned him that day.

Even Murong Fu, who has always been on guard and who is not clear about his situation at the moment, unconsciously wants to get closer to him.

— except when he was carrying the medicine.

"Ajun, be obedient, you have to take medicine!" Ah Huang gently blew on the medicine juice, "The medicine is no longer hot."

"No!" Murong Fu pursed his lips tightly.

But it was useless, and he was acupunctured again.

Speaking of which, Ah Huang's skills are very similar to Zhui'er.

Before I feel the other party's internal force, I have been controlled by the other party.

So fast.

It was almost impossible to avoid him.

"How can you live without taking medicine? You won't get better if you don't take medicine." Ah Huang's tone seemed to be coaxing a child.

"......bitter."

"The good medicine tastes bitter, and there are also candied fruit?"

"...candied fruit is too sweet."

Ah Huang couldn't help laughing, but then feigned anger and threatened: "Then you don't want to go out and have a look? Do you want to lie here for the rest of your life?"

Well, Achilles heel.

Murong Fu frowned and reluctantly swallowed the medicine in his mouth.

Ah Huang's name is Ah Huang.

Not a nickname, not a code name, but a real name.

When confirming this matter for the first time, Murong Fu said bluntly: "This name doesn't sound good."

Ah Huang laughed indifferently: "The name is just a reference."

But this reference is used for others to use!

You should also think about the mood of the person who calls you by this name!

Although helpless, if you are not your parents and elders, you have no right to change people's names.

Murong Fu could only endure it.

Murong Fu's endurance has always been good.

But Ah Huang's endurance is not so good.

"Why did you take so long to ask about your situation?"

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows: "If you want to tell me, you will tell me directly, why wait for me to ask?"

Ah Huang was silent for a moment, and reluctantly stuffed Murong Fu with a candied fruit: "Okay, then I'll tell you directly."

"This is Gushe Mountain, and this sect is called Xiaoyao."

"The person who came to see you on the first day was the head of our sect and my uncle."

"The person who came to see you the next day was the eldest disciple of my uncle's sect, named Li Cixun. We all call him Senior Brother Cixun, and you can call him that too."

"Wait," Murong Fu interrupted him, "Why did I call him Senior Brother? I'm not from the Xiaoyao Sect."

Ah Huang put away the medicine bowl, with a half-smile: "You're going to get in after all."

A moment of silence.

Murong Fu raised his eyes and looked back: "Why?"

"When the master uncle was not in the family, there was only one younger sister in the family, and he loved him very much, but later we lost sight of him."

Murong Fu: "This sister, won't be called Yun Feiyi?"

"Of course."

Murong Fu: "..."

Questions in this world are always one after another.

After solving one question, Murong Fu naturally fell into the second question.

He is indeed very familiar with this Yun Feiyi.

Because his adoptive mother in this life was named Yun Feiyi.

However, since Zhui'er has already said that she knows his original name is Murong Fu, she already knows that he is not Yun Feiyi's biological son.

He was not his biological son, but also indirectly killed Yun Feiyi.

Why, the leader would take so much effort to bring him back, and let Ah Huang take care of him so carefully?

...You won't prepare to fatten up before slaughtering, will you? ! !

......

Then, let him eat less...

***

Jiangnan.

Sudden showers.

It has been raining for three days in a row, and it seems that there is no sign of stopping.

Because of the torrential rain, many people's homes had closed their doors and closed their windows. In the originally noisy Hangzhou, it seemed that the only sound left was the pattering rain.

"Hey, spring rain is really as expensive as oil!" Hong Qigong took a sip of his wine and tapped his hands to the sound of the rain.

"What is spring rain as expensive as oil?" The little beggar next to him smacked his mouth, the question was irrelevant, but his eyes were staring blankly at the whole roasted crispy outside and inside beside Hong Qigong. chicken.

When Hong Qigong saw his eyes, he reluctantly tore another chicken leg from the roast chicken beside him.

"You little baby, you are not big, but you have a big appetite!" He hadn't eaten much of this chicken, but this little baby had already eaten both drumsticks!

"Hehehe, thank you Qigong!" The little beggar quickly took the chicken leg, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it.

Seeing how delicious his food was, Hong Qigong couldn't help sighing, and said to himself, "You Qigong eats it very well, but I don't know how that Grandpa is doing now."

"What grandpa?" The little beggar was puzzled.

Hong Qigong didn't answer, he raised the jug and wanted to take another sip of wine——

He didn't drink the wine.

The jug shattered with a clatter amidst the sound of rain.

Hong Qigong looked up.

Not far away, stood a swordsman in white.

The sword is not out of its sheath, and the murderous intent has arrived.

In the torrential rain, the man didn't even hold an umbrella. Although most of the rain was knocked away with internal force, many raindrops still fell on top of his head and fell in clusters from his hair.

He was very embarrassed.

He has never been so embarrassed.

Even Hong Qigong, who saw him for the first time, could guess that this should be the most embarrassing moment in his life.

The swordsman walked in front of Hong Qigong, his hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

"Where is he?"

Hong Qigong looked up at him and sighed again.

The man didn't move his eyebrows, but his hands had already moved.

——However, the sword was not drawn.

Someone jumped ahead of the swordsman and grabbed his wrist.

The man was dressed in a brown gown, but he held an umbrella in his hand.It's a pity that the light function was too urgent, and I forgot to open the umbrella, which is no different from not wearing it.It is also a pitiful appearance of a drowned chicken.

Seeing the two soaked chickens standing in front of him, Hong Qigong, who always loves to laugh, didn't laugh.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"Where is he?" The swordsman repeated again.

Hong Qigong still didn't speak.

If he knew the answer, he would not be silent.But now, he also wants to know the answer, but he doesn't know.

Seeing that Hong Qigong remained silent, the swordsman also fell silent.

The swordsman was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth and saying:

--"he died."

The three decisive words are not doubts or hesitation.

But there is an inexplicable tragedy.

The man in brown originally had a pair of beautiful beards, and he usually cherishes his own beard the most, but now that the beard looks a little funny because of the rain, he no longer cares about it.

He looked at the swordsman worriedly, and comforted him: "He may not be dead, after all, the corpse..."

But the swordsman didn't finish listening to the man in brown.

After hearing the word "corpse", he could no longer hear any sounds.

He hadn't known that person for long, so he shouldn't be sad.

But the two are indeed friends.

What's more, he also promised that person——

"If you are in trouble, no matter what, I will rush to your side."

He broke his promise.

And the person he promised was a good friend who believed in him so firmly.

The atmosphere was a little quiet.

But Hong Qigong suddenly said at this moment: "Perhaps, I still have a little clue that is not a clue."

It was strange to say this, but the man in brown couldn't care anymore, he squatted in front of him and asked, "What clue?"

"...Xiaoyaomen."

The rain was louder again.

The sound of the rain seemed to suppress all sounds, making the whole world weird.

Xiaoyaomen is a sect that only exists in legends.

This clue is really not a clue.

——How can a legend be a clue?

"How do you know it's Xiaoyaomen?" the man in brown asked again, unwilling to give up.

Hong Qigong snorted: "This Xiaoyaomen didn't appear out of thin air. If it didn't happen out of thin air, there must be some clues. How could my gang of beggars really know nothing about it?"

"Then what do you know?"

"...Aunt shot."

Girl shot?

Hey, another legend.

The man in brown was a little discouraged, he was a person who would not be easily discouraged, but this time he was really a little discouraged.

However, the swordsman's eyes lit up.

"I might have a clue."

The man in brown was about to ask some clues, but the swordsman had disappeared as soon as the wind passed.

The man in brown had no choice but to speak to Hong Qigong on behalf of his friend: "Qigong, you have offended me."

Hong Qigong waved his hand indifferently: "I'm old, don't care about the younger generation. However, if there is news about the doll... let me know, let me be happy too. After all That kid, call me Grandpa."

"......it is good."

After finishing speaking, the brown clothes were swished, and the man disappeared.

The little beggar who was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak out finally said, "Qigong, who are they? Why did they disappear all of a sudden?"

Hong Qigong got up, kicked the broken wine jar, and said quietly:

——"They are just passers-by."