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

Since Murong Fu appeared that day, the turmoil has been suspended.

The purpose of Ximen Chuuxuexia's gauntlet was to lure Murong Fu to appear. Since the purpose has been achieved, this duel is naturally meaningless.

What's more, the opponent in the duel broke his promise from the beginning.

It's just that although the excitement was over, the crowd of onlookers did not disperse.

Because the protagonist of this lively event did not leave.

According to Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue's opinions, they naturally didn't want to stay in this uneasy place where Tangmen was lurking.

But Murong Fu insisted on staying.

——Of course, this is not what he meant, it is the task of the system.

And it's not an ordinary task.

Murong Fu hadn't heard such an urgent voice from the system for a long time.

Excited and somewhat flustered, he urged him to stay.

Then stay.

Anyway, the reward will be very generous.

At least he was very satisfied with the rewards for the two tasks of [Getting Started] and [Down the Mountain].

But the reason for this cannot be said.

So at the right time, in the eyes of everyone, Murong Fu just smiled mysteriously and said: "Abbot Ming En, I have admired Abbot Ming's name for a long time, and I want to bother you for a few days to discuss Buddhism, I wonder if it is possible?"

Ming En looked at him silently for a while, then smiled and said, "Yes."

If the master does not leave, the crowd of onlookers will certainly not leave.

But everyone also knows that there is not only a sword god in it, but also a Tang Sect whose dragon sees its head and tail.

Liveliness is something to watch, but life is more important.

Therefore, only a few very confident heroes also applied to live in the temple, while others chose to live in nearby inns.

Qunxia's move led to the booming business of many nearby inns, and even made one inn here accumulate enough funds, and later successfully built its own chain enterprise, becoming a famous inn group all over the world.

But this is all other people's business, so we don't talk about it.

For Murong Fu, he didn't think much about it.

All he cares about now is the only thing——

"Why did you write this gauntlet?"

Ximen Chuuxue wiped his sword silently, as if he was not ready to speak, but seemed to be thinking about how to speak.

And Lu Xiaofeng was eating melons quietly at the side, his eyes wandering between the two from time to time, thoughtful.

In fact, after hearing Hong Qigong finish talking about "Xiaoyaomen" that day, Ximen Chuuxue didn't immediately have a clue.

He is also confused about this mysterious sect.

Until he remembered a person he had seen before.

Said it was once, but in fact it has been a long time.

He just met that person by chance when he was young.

In a hut in the forest more than ten miles away from Wanmei Villa.

At that time, he was still young, and although he was stable by nature, he was also naughty.

When I went to play near the villa with my servants, I found this hut by accident.

This hut is dilapidated, but there is something different inside.

The interior decoration is plain, but it can be called elegant and pleasant.

He also met that person there.

That person was only a young man in his 30s at that time, dressed in gray commoner clothes, dull but elegant.

The man was not surprised to see him arrive, nor did he despise him just because he was a child.

Drinking tea, appreciating paintings, tasting and discussing swordsmanship, the two chatted happily.

Hearing that he himself had comprehended the way of swordsmanship, the man seemed to appreciate him very much, after a few words of encouragement, he wanted to accept him as his apprentice.

But Ximen Chuuxue flatly rejected it.

Ximen Chuuxue is used to being alone, and he doesn't like being bound by these so-called affections.

The man didn't force it, he just gave him a sword and told him to leave after saying that it was fate to meet again.

In the following ten years, Ximen Chuuxue also wanted to visit, but he never saw this hut again.

Over time, he also faded away from this thought.

It wasn't until hearing the words "Xiaoyaomen" again that Ximen Chuuxue suddenly remembered——

It seems that what that person said to him that day was: "Would you like to join my Xiaoyao sect?"

Therefore, even though he no longer knew whether he would see that person again, he hurried back to Wanmei Villa.

After all, that was the only clue he knew.

Fortunately, he was not disappointed.

Deep in the forest, he found the hut again.

Only then did he understand that the previous times of being missing were all because of the blindfolded tricks used by this person.

The hut has always been here.

However, this time he failed to enter the hut.

As soon as he walked to the front of the house, someone in the house sighed.

"You came for Su Yun?"

Ximen Chuuxue never thought that the man would know his intentions, let alone know Ajun.

After being stunned for a moment, he immediately responded, "Exactly."

There was a moment of silence in the room, the man said: "Fight against Shaolin abbot Ming En, and make this known to the world, maybe you can see the Sri Lankan people."

Ximen Chuuxue sighed: "The abbot is not someone who uses a sword, and there is no cause and effect of death. I can't kill him."

He spoke very well.

If there is no competition, the result will be obtained first.

But he is Ximen Chuuxue.

After all, he is Ximen Chuuxue.

What he said was very confident, and few people in the world dared to refute it.

But the people in the room laughed lightly.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned and said, "You don't believe I will win?"

The people in the room affirmed: "You can't kill him."

He said it with absolute certainty, with absolute certainty.

It seems that he has seen the results in general.

But this result is absolutely impossible.

Abbot Ming En is indeed quite accomplished in martial arts, but he is definitely not a top-notch master.

The abbot is respected for his sophisticated understanding of Buddhism, not for his martial achievements.

But he, Ximen Chuuxue, is famous for his swordsmanship and is the only sword god in the world.

But now this person is so sure that he won't win?

"Why do you say that?"

The man chuckled again, but didn't answer.

Ximen Chuuxue changed the question: "You mean, I will die?"

The man finally spoke: "Very likely."

Ximen Chuuxue fell silent.

For a moment, only the sound of wind and flowers falling could be heard.

The person inside said again: "Even so, do you still want to go?"

Ximen Chuuxue smiled: "I must go."

After finishing speaking, the Sword God disappeared into the Fallen Flowers with a stroke of luck.

The people in the room also stopped writing.

On the rice paper is a carefully written "Lanting Collection Preface".

The man blew on the ink, sighed lightly, and said softly: "Death and life are too great! Hey..."

When Ximen Chuuxue and Lu Xiaofeng mentioned this matter, they only said "the decisive battle may be seen", but did not say what the person said later.

However, what a smart person Lu Xiaofeng is, he can understand something after a little thought.

It's just that at that time Lu Xiaofeng just thought that Ming En had some way to save his life.

He didn't know that this matter could be so dangerous.

Ximen Chuuxue had made up his mind, if Murong Fu asked him about it, he would just briefly describe it lightly.

But until now, there are many strange things about this matter, and he can no longer hide it.

Shaolin has always been indifferent to the outside world, and the Tang Sect has seldom walked around the rivers and lakes in recent years. How could the two suddenly become related?

And who is the person in that house?

Why did he guess that Murong Fuding would show up in the afternoon?

After Ximen Chuuxue explained everything, the whole room fell into silence.

The three of them are all extremely intelligent people, if they can't figure out that there is something tricky in it, then it will be really strange!

It's just... what is the mystery behind this?

Compared to Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue, Murong Fu thought more.

Since he came to this world, the system seems to have been guiding him forward.

Especially the mission system directly provided him with a clear guide.

So where does the system want to lead him?

Everyone in the house was thinking, the wind was blowing through the forest, and there was no sound.

until--

"oops!"

Murong Fu: "..."

Ximen Fuxue: "..."

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

Are they right?

That fell from the tree just now—

Is it a person? ? ?

Personal indeed.

And he was a young monk of twelve or thirteen years old.

Murong Fu couldn't help laughing, he had an illusion that he was still in Xiaoyaomen for no reason.

He stood at the window and smiled at the young monk, "Didn't you recite scriptures up to the tree?"

Unexpectedly, the little monk didn't have the slightest embarrassment caused by embarrassment, but shook his head solemnly and said: "No. I am here to monitor the benefactors in the name of senior brother."

Murong Fu: "..." Why is this kid so honest!

Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "Why are you monitoring us?"

The little monk continued to be honest: "Because the brother said that you are bad people."

Ximen Fuxue: "..."

Little monk: "Especially you."

Ximen Fuxue: "..."

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help it, and laughed out loud from the sidelines.

Even Ximen Chuuxue's murderous eyes couldn't stop him from laughing.

In this world, there are many people who call Ximen Chuuxue Sword God, and there are also many people who call him Kill God, but no one calls him a bad person, and this person is still a young monk!

Ximen Fuxue: "..." I can hardly control my sword anymore.

For such a handsome and very cute young boy, no one would dislike him.

Murong Fu also liked it very much.

He put his hands on the window sill, jumped into the yard, and said gently to the little monk: "I don't know how to address the little master?"

The little monk clasped his hands together and nodded: "The little monk's name is Yunhe."

Murong Fu also put his palms together in return: "Yunhe Master."

Yun He blushed slightly, as if hesitating.

Murong Fu: "...?"

Yun He was silent for a long time, then seemed to muster up his courage, and took out a——

hairpin.

Murong Fu: "..."

Ximen Fuxue: "..."

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

Without any explanation, Yun He inserted the hairpin into Murong Fu's neat bun.

Murong Fu smiled dryly and said, "I'm not a woman, so I can't bring this, let alone you are a young monk, where did you get this?"

Yun He looked serious: "Brother gave it to him, he asked me to give this to the person I think looks the best."

"..."

"I think you are the most beautiful, and there will be no one more beautiful than you."

Murong Fu said firmly: "Then your brother didn't emphasize to you that the person who receives the hairpin must be a woman?"

Yun He shook his head: "Senior brother said, don't pay attention to too many details, but know how to seize opportunities!"

Murong Fu: "..."

Why can't this brother teach something good? ! ! !