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

It takes about half a month to go from Bashu to Suzhou and Hangzhou, but Fang Zhiyan's body cannot wait for half a month.

After another day, several people decided to face up to this problem.

"Let's find a place to bury her here." Lu Xiaofeng looked at the expressions of Zhui'er and Tang Yun, and whispered.

Although Tang Yun was reluctant to give up, she also knew that it would be safe to go to the ground, so she nodded with tears in her eyes.

But Zhui'er, who had been silent since that day, suddenly retorted: "No."

Ximen Chuuxue frowned: "Why?"

Zhui'er stared closely at Fang Zhiyan's pale cheeks, and said with a sob: "She said that she cannot be buried, and her body must be burned with fire."

For a moment, everyone was shocked, and even Mu Liu, who was always indifferent to this, looked over in surprise.

Burn it with fire?That's frustrating!Even when dealing with unshakable enemies, such vicious actions are rare.

"Chui'er, don't talk nonsense!" Huang Yaoshi frowned.

"It's not my nonsense," Zhui'er raised her red eyes, "It's really what Zhiyan told me."

As Zhui'er said, she took out a letter from her bosom.

There were actually two letters that Fang Zhiyan handed to her that day, the one that needed to be secretly handed over to Murong Fu had been taken away by her, and this letter was written as an entrustment for Fang Zhiyan's affairs after his death.

Tang Yun snatched the letter, glanced at it hastily, and couldn't believe it: "It is indeed my sister's handwriting."

"Sister?" The incident happened suddenly yesterday, Qin Fu didn't notice the "sister" that Tang Yun blurted out, but now he noticed the problem.

That's right, Fang Zhiyan died because of the Tang Sect.

Isn't she the eldest lady of the Fang family?How could it be related to Tangmen?

It's just that the cause and effect were too tortuous, and Tang Yun and Zhui'er had no time to take care of him now, so there was only the sound of Tang Yun quietly unfolding the letter in the carriage, and no one responded.

Tang Yun stared at the letter paper.

There was actually only one line of writing on the paper, but she held it in her hand and read it over and over again.

"After I die, burn my body, don't read it."

It turned out that my sister really asked for this, but why?Could it be that my sister has no memory of us anymore, and would rather lose her soul than meet us again under the Nine Springs?

Don't say that Tang Yun can't understand, few people present can understand.But this was Fang Zhiyan's last wish, and they had to obey it.

Murong Fu was silent for a while, and comforted: "Yun'er, maybe your sister has ulterior motives." He thought for a while, and then said, "After all, sister Ling is not an ordinary person."

Hearing this, Tang Yun really stopped her sadness, frowned and said, "Indeed, my sister..."

She heard from her mother that her elder sister was different from ordinary children since she was a child. Not only was she extremely intelligent, but she also seemed to know everyone in Tangmen.

When she got older, they realized that she not only knew people from Tangmen, but also people from all over the world.

But no one understands why she has this ability.

"Isn't that the skill that the commoner man taught her?" Qin Fu asked curiously.

"No." Tang Yun shook her head, "My sister was nearly ten years old when I met the old man in civilian clothes, and because my sister already had a mentor, so the old man in plain clothes is just a teacher and apprentice in the name of a mentor, but there is no real teacher and student."

"What does this mean?" Qin Fu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "This master can be recognized casually?!"

"Well, how should I put it..." Tang Yun frowned, struggling for a moment and said, "When they met for the first time, they were very familiar, as if they had known each other for a long time, and then the old man said I have a predestined relationship with my sister, so I insisted on accepting her as my apprentice."

The more people listened, the more confused they became, but Murong Fu's heart suddenly trembled, and a strange thought came to him——

Did Fang Zhiyan also travel through time?

And that commoner old man is probably someone she has known in previous lives.

Thinking about it this way, it would make sense for her to know everyone in the world. Maybe she also has a system, and the function of this system is to show everyone's identity.

But if this is the case, doesn't it mean that he is not the only one who traverses?

Besides Fang Zhiyan, would there be other traversers?

Murong Fu had already guessed the matter in his heart, but he didn't intend to share this guess with others, he just said: "No matter what, since she has made her own decision, let's follow it."

If she is really a time traveler, maybe the only way to enter the next reincarnation is to burn the body.

He had to help her, after all, he had also been favored by her.

Several people parked the carriage in one place, and Mu Liu guarded it. Then they hugged Fang Zhiyan's body and found a relatively quiet place.

Murong Fu and Lu Xiaofeng raised the torches and lightly lit the straw that was under Fang Zhiyan's body.

The flames soared into the sky, dyeing the blue sky bright red, just like the color of blood that day.

When the flames gradually devoured Fang Zhiyan's body, Zhui'er suddenly raised her right hand to cover Tang Yun's eyes.

The eyelashes under his palm trembled slightly, with suppressed warmth.

Since then, there is no way to stop smoking in the world.

***

After sending Fang Zhiyan away, the few people walked for more than half a month, and finally arrived at the place where Baihualou was located, Yangzhou.

In Yangzhou in July, the air is a little hot and humid, but it doesn't affect the beauty here.

A few people traveled long distances, and they were too tired. At this time, they finally saw their destination, and they all heaved a sigh of relief. Even Mu Liu, who had made up his mind to part ways with them when he arrived in Yangzhou, decided to stay in Baihualou for a few days before talking. .

When the carriage arrived in front of the building, there was already a person standing outside the building.

This person is elegant and gentle, his face is as beautiful as the flowers outside the building, he lowers his head quietly, as if he is listening to the wind, and seems to be waiting for someone.

When the carriage stopped and Murong Fu and the others jumped out of the carriage, this man showed a brilliant smile.

"Qi Tong!" Lu Xiaofeng came forward with his lightness kung fu, "You really guessed the Tang Sect matter!"

As he spoke, he suddenly looked at this person, changed the subject and asked, "Have you lost weight?"

The man couldn't help laughing: "You bumped all the way, it sounds like you are in good spirits, I eat and sleep well, how can I lose weight?"

Lu Xiaofeng "tsk tsk" said: "Hey! But from my looks, you've clearly lost weight. It seems that we must eat something delicious tonight, make up for it!"

"You are really..." The man smiled helplessly, then turned his head to "look" in Murong Fu's direction, "This is Ajun, right?"

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this person to be able to distinguish different people just by hearing, let alone he hadn't said a word yet.

"Exactly," he took a step forward, although he knew that this person could not see him, he still saluted, "My name is Su Yun, just call me Ajun."

"Wubo Zhengujing, Youjie is Qiuyun. What a good name. My name is Huamanlou, and you can also call me Qitong like them."

Murong Fu smiled and said "Brother Hua", but he didn't dare to really call him Qitong.After all, he is young, if he really called "Seven Tong", it would be considered a mistake.

The few people didn't have much luggage, and they packed it in a short while, emptied the carriage, and entered the Baihua Building.

Although Baihualou is not too big, it is enough to support these people. Huamanlou has long known that they will come here, so they have already made preparations.

It's just that before the owner of Huamanlou could speak, Lu Xiaofeng said first: "Qitong has prepared a room on the second floor, I'll take everyone up there!"

Ximen Chuuxue snorted coldly when he heard the words, and said flatly, "I don't know when you became the owner of Baihualou."

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his growing beard, and smiled like a rascal: "There are so many things you don't know! If you don't believe me, look at Qi Tong, he doesn't have any opinions at all!"

Ximen Chuuxue is not familiar with Huamanlou, Lu Xiaofeng is sure that Ximen Chuuxue will only make fun of him, and will not involve Huamanlou in it.

Sure enough, Ximen Chuuxue shut up and stopped talking. Instead, Hua Manlou shook his head lightly and said, "My happiness and anger are all in my heart, unlike you who just rely on my mouth to coax people."

"Intentions are something that should be expressed!" Lu Xiaofeng made a firm conclusion, and then led everyone upstairs.

These few days have been very depressed, hearing the gags of these three people now, it feels like a world away.

Murong Fu smiled wryly.

Ximen Chuuxue, who was walking beside him, stared at him silently for a while, without saying a word, but patted his head lightly.