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

Even though he got Taishang Wangqing, Murong Fu still didn't intend to leave.

According to the previous mission mode, if the mission is over, the system will automatically remind him.Therefore, he can't go now, he still needs to wait.

But obviously not everyone is as idle as he is.

Lu Xiaofeng is a prodigal son, enough of the excitement, it's time to fly to the next place.As for Ximen Chuuxue, he has to go back to the villa to practice swordsmanship.

Therefore, the blue sky is like washing, although it is a beautiful scenery, it is the time of parting.

Murong Fu sent them all the way to the foot of the mountain.

There have been such scenes before, but now the roles are completely reversed.

Those who saw off in the past are now travelers.

"Then I'll send it here," Murong Fu said, "It's just that the matter of the darkroom is too complicated, and I might bother you two again."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Indeed, this matter is very difficult, but you don't have to worry, I will pay attention to this matter along the way, and I may have a clue at some point."

Murong Fu nodded: "Of course. Wait for me to say hello to Brother Hua."

The destination of Lu Xiaofeng's trip was Baihualou.He will leave because of the letter that Huamanlou sent a few days ago inviting him to go.

Murong Fu was really curious about this Huamanlou, and after seeing this person's letter that day, he became even more curious.

A blind man, but he is talented and can write well.It is said that he is also very good at kung fu.

What a wonderful person.

If it wasn't for the unfinished task, he still couldn't leave, he really wanted to follow Lu Xiaofeng to meet this person.

"Bon voyage." Murong Fu said.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and cupped his hands, and exchanged some pleasantries.

Ximen Chuuxue just nodded, without saying a word.After waiting for a long time, Murong Fu did not hear him say a word of farewell.

What an indifferent person, he promised to be friends!Can we still have fun together? !Murong Fu smiled helplessly.

— Fortunately, he is used to it.

However, just when Murong Fu turned around and was about to leave, his footsteps stopped suddenly due to surprise.

Because behind him, the sound of the flute suddenly sounded.

The sound of the flute is beautiful but full of the sadness of parting.

In the midst of the sound of the flute, the bright white snow fell one after another.

The snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, on the skirt of his clothes, on his wrists, and also on his heart.

Gently, little by little, it softened his whole heart.

Murong Fu turned his head, ten steps away——

The young man in white clothes, holding a sword and a flute, is outstanding on a horse.

His brows are colder than Bai Xue's, but in those beautiful eyes, there is clearly a strong warmth melting away.

***

After seeing off his friends, Murong Fu's life also returned to peace.

Abbot Ming En studied Buddhism all day long, so he didn't have time to pay attention to him. He also became quiet, playing the piano and painting all day, living a relaxed life.

——The only thing that bothered him was the agreement with Gong Jiu.

Or rather, it was the only one who bothered him.

Gong Jiu is really contradictory.It looks arrogant and mysterious, but it also has a naive side.

But it would be ridiculous to think he can be trusted just because of his occasional naiveté.

Murong Fu had met many nobles and princes in previous lives, and he always felt that Gong Jiu's temperament was quite similar to those princes' children.

Appearance and personality can be hidden, but temperament is extremely difficult to hide. This Gong Jiu is very likely to have an extraordinary status.

Why did such a person suddenly come to Shaolin Temple?Just to watch this duel?Moreover, who are those two men in black and that boy?Why kill him?

Murong Fu rubbed the center of his brows, feeling that this matter must be very complicated, and it is very likely that it is related to many troubles he encountered.

It's like someone put a long line, and the person who puts the line guides the people on the line to follow suit, and he is on this line.

Thinking about it now, even the time for him to join Xiaoyaomen seems to be just right as if it had been calculated.

Before he went into exile, although his adoptive mother Yun Feiyi's family lived in seclusion, they were not without traces. Why did Xiaoyaozi never interact with the Su family?

And the mysterious person that Ximen Chuuxue met, how was he sure that Xiaoyaozi would send someone down the mountain to stop the dispute, and how was he sure that the person Xiaoyaozi sent would be him?

Murong Fu hates trouble by nature, but he is always in the center of trouble.He thought that since he stayed away from the court in this life, he could stay away from disputes, but unexpectedly, he was still getting deeper and deeper.

It is really worthy of my long-cherished wish of revenge.

The pen and ink smeared on the paper, which is a dignified and exquisite "quiet" character. This character is written so well that it is completely impossible to see that the person who wrote this character is actually not at all calm at the moment.

Murong Fu put his pen on the table, sighed slightly, lifted the rice paper slightly, frowned and looked at it for a moment——

……

I feel that the more I write, the better it looks...

Hey, what a genius I am...

The bells and drums are late, and it is almost the hour of Zizheng.

It is only half a quarter of an hour away from Banjing Pavilion, and it is just right to start at this time.

Murong Fu used a paperweight to press down the rice paper, and changed into dark clothes from the bag, and matched it with a black hairband.

This body is the standard equipment for Ye Xing, but Murong Fu just feels dissatisfied.After hesitating for a while, he took another silver blue auspicious cloud ribbon to replace the original headband, tied up his hair, and then moved away in satisfaction.

Murong Fu went to the window, and as soon as his body lightened, he was already flying lightly in the night.After several ups and downs, the plaque of the Xingshu Pavilion of Ban Jingting has appeared under the moonlight.

With his inner strength luck, he could stand in front of the Banjing Pavilion.

Before Gong Jiu arrived, there was already a person in front of Ban Jingting.

It was an old woman.

The old woman carried a delicate basket covered with a piece of blue cloth. Although she couldn't see what was in the basket, she could smell a faint fragrance.

Seeing Murong Fu fall by the wind, the old woman seemed a little surprised, but she calmed down quickly, with a kind smile on her face.

"These are chestnuts just out of the pot, and they cost only ten cents a catty. Would you like some to taste, my lord?"

Although this place is quiet, it is not barren, and because there are often guests visiting Shaolin at night, the government has not set a curfew here.

In such a place, it is normal to have business travelers selling chestnuts, not to mention that the chestnut seller is a somewhat tired woman, it seems that there is nothing to be afraid of.

Murong Fu narrowed his eyes and said: "I happen to have ten coins, so let's have some."

The old woman responded briskly, filled an iron spoon with some chestnuts, and wrapped them neatly in a cloth.

She is very skillful, and her face is very calm.Even though she was facing a night traveler of unknown origin, she didn't seem to have any fear, with a calm expression that was commonplace.

Murong Fu took the chestnuts from her hand, opened the cloth bag and took one, said: "Did you make these fried chestnuts yourself?"

The woman smiled and said, "Of course, I fry every one of them with my own hands."

Murong Fu took the chestnut and looked it over carefully: "It's very fragrant, but it seems that there is an extra ingredient."

The woman stopped talking, just smiled faintly, this smile was still kind, but it seemed to be a little dark due to the darkness of the moonlight.

"Young Master, you are joking. I have sold these chestnuts for many years. How can there be any extra ingredients? You will know after a taste. There will be no more delicious chestnuts than this!"

That's what she said, but she had put down the basket in her hands, her hands were much more nimble than before, and she pulled out a pair of swords out of nowhere.

Murong Fu looked at her with bent eyes, he didn't seem surprised at all.He flipped his five fingers, and there was a bright yellow sword in his palm.

The sword glows with light, and the sword falls with blood and wind.

He untied the silver ribbon on his head, and wiped the blade inch by inch.The woman's body was already lying in front of the pavilion, and the chestnuts were scattered all over the ground, mingled with blood.

For a moment, the air was filled with a mixture of the aroma of chestnuts and the smell of blood.

Gong Jiu landed in front of the pavilion with such a smell.

Murong Fu looked at him: "I knew that, wherever you are, there will be trouble."

Gong Jiu pouted innocently: "This person has nothing to do with me, I have never seen her before, maybe she came to seek revenge on you."

Murong Fu put his sword back into its sheath, and after a moment of silence, he stared at Gong Jiu with a sneer——

"You really...don't know her?"