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

Since leaving Tang Sect that day, Murong Fu has been worried about Dugu Luo who was separated from them.

Before Fang Zhiyan died, he had told Zhui'er that Duguluo was fine.It's just that although he is fine, not seeing anyone always makes him uneasy.

Fortunately, he still has allies.

The people sent by Gong Jiu reliably brought back Dugu Luo from the fugitive disciples of the Tang Sect, and they should be able to reunite with Murong Fu soon.

Letting go of the heavy burden in his heart, Murong Fu relaxed a lot.But when he saw the noise in the house, he still couldn't help but get a headache for a moment.

"What are you doing?"

The scene inside the house can be described by the words "chicken flying dog jumping".

A plate of dim sum was snatched back and forth by Qin Fu and Lu Xiaofeng, and the tables and chairs rubbed back and forth.

Hua Manlou sat quietly at the center of the storm, very calm.

Murong Fu stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with the two of them?"

Ximen Chuuxue also pulled out the chair and sat down beside the two of them.

Hua Manlou frowned, and smiled very gently: "They... Maybe they are crazy."

Murong Fu: "..."

Ximen Fuxue: "..."

Qin Fu and Lu Xiaofeng kept fighting until the last piece of dim sum on the plate was gone, and they managed to calm down.

Qin Fu rubbed his bulging cheeks stuffed with snacks, and said in a vague way: "It's all the same, hurry up, you won't even come if you are cute."

Murong Fu couldn't help but asked: "Is it that delicious?"

Lu Xiaofeng on the side swallowed the cake in his mouth, and poured himself a cup of tea: "This atmosphere is what I want!"

He drank the tea and said again: "But Ming Gu's dim sum is really amazing! Hey, I always miss this taste when I am wandering, so I said, 'If a woman wants to keep a man's heart, she must keep it. A man's stomach', that's true!"

Aunt Ming is an old man of the Hua family. It can be said that she watched Hua Manlou grow up. Later, when Hua Manlou came to Baihualou on her own, she followed her.

Several people were chatting when Gu Ming walked in with a new plate of dim sum.

Although she is no longer young, she is full of the charm of a mature woman. She walked gracefully beside them, and said softly: "Thanks to Mr. Lu for loving the snacks of my family, my family is very happy."

Ming Gu put the plate on the table and poured tea for them all: "This plate is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I just made, please taste it."

Lu Xiaofeng and Qin Fu had already eaten enough, and they didn't want to compete with Murong Fu and Ximen Chuuxue, they humbly pushed the plate forward and said, "Try it, it's really delicious."

Murong Fu did not refuse, picked up a piece of dessert, put it into his mouth and tasted it.

The soft aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus melted in his mouth in an instant, gently enveloping all his taste buds.

"It's really delicious." Murong Fu said to Ximen Chuuxue in a little surprise.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't like sweets, but seeing Murong Fu looking at him with bright eyes, he couldn't help being a little curious, and took a piece from the plate to taste.

"Not bad." Ximen Chuuxue said lightly, although it was still a little sweet.

Seeing that Ximen Chuuxue seemed to like the taste of this snack, Murong Fu couldn't help but think a little bit.

Long before, he had thought of making some snacks for Ximen Chuuxue, but because of the rush of time, he had no choice but to shelve it.

Now he is still free, and during this period of time, he owes Ximen Chuuxue a new favor, so he can't express it at all.

Murong Fu's eyes moved slightly, and he said to Ming Gu: "Ming Gu, I wonder if your skill of making dim sum can be passed on to the outside world?"

"Of course." Ming Gu covered her lips and smiled, "You don't want to learn this skill from the slave family, do you?"

Murong Fu, who was seen through by Ming Gu at a glance, couldn't help but blushed slightly, and replied with a little embarrassment: "Of course."

Hearing this, several people were both surprised and curious, Qin Fu couldn't help but asked first: "Why do you want to learn to cook this all of a sudden? The woman learned to cook for her sweetheart, who are you going to cook for?"

Murong Fu coughed lightly, and blurted out: "Can't I also do it for my sweetheart?"

Qin Fu, Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou, Ximen Chuuxue: "..."

Qin Fu was like seeing a ghost: "Who is your sweetheart?"

Murong Fu couldn't laugh or cry: "So I can't have a sweetheart?"

Just as he was about to retort a few more words, Ximen Chuuxue who was next to him suddenly spoke, his voice was low and pleasant, but with an indescribably dark voice: "Do you have a sweetheart?"

Murong Fu disarmed and surrendered: "I just wanted to study on a sudden whim."

As he spoke, he got up, walked to Minggu's side and said, "It's not too late, I'll learn from you now."

Minggu looked at him, then at Ximen Chuuxue, and suddenly laughed with unknown meaning: "Okay, then I'll hand over all my life's knowledge to Young Master, and I promise that your sweetheart will never forget you after eating it! "

Murong Fu: "..."

Why do I feel something is wrong?Are you sure you heard me?All I want to learn is how to make dim sum! ! !

Lu Xiaofeng rested his chin and watched Murong Fu follow Ming Gu away, and said with a smile, "I never thought that Su Yun would have a sweetheart." He glanced at Ximen Chuuxue lightly, "It's really well hidden, we didn't notice it at all."

Seeing that no one was eating snacks, Qin Fu quickly pulled the plate towards him secretly: "It's true that there is no leak, I thought this person was heartless."

Hua Manlou was not familiar with Murong Fu, so he didn't interrupt, he just sipped his tea, but the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Qin Fu thought about it seriously for a long time, and then said: "Could it be Zhui'er?"

There were only two women in their party, and Fang Zhiyan had passed away, so he couldn't possibly be thinking of making food for the dead.

...But it's possible!The Sri Lankan has passed away, but the deep affection is still there, isn't it often found in the scriptures!

Qin Fu was so confused that his brows were wrinkled together.

On the contrary, Ximen Chuuxue seemed to be the calmest, since Murong Fu left, he has been silent and only sipped his tea quietly.

But Lu Xiaofeng didn't want Ximen Chuuxue to be at ease, so he leaned forward a little, pretending to ask for advice humbly, and said to Ximen Chuuxue: "Brother Ximen, what's your opinion on this?"

Ximen Chuuxue was expressionless: "What insights can I have?"

Lu Xiaofeng pretended to be surprised: "Aren't you two best friends?"

Ximen Chuuxue put down his teacup, and said in a cold voice, "A best friend won't know everything."

"Oh?" Lu Xiaofeng dragged the end of the sound extremely long, "That's really a pity."

Ximen Chuuxue stared at the weird Lu Xiaofeng, and said coldly, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Before Lu Xiaofeng could answer, Hua Manlou stepped forward and said, "I'm afraid he wanted to say...sometimes, it's more important to understand one's own heart than to understand the sword."

Ximen Fuxue: "..."

Lu Xiaofeng took the folding fan that Huamanlou had put aside casually, and pretended to unfold the fan: "That's right, that's what I want to say! By the way, what does it say in the Book of Songs?" He shook the fan, Youyou said, "The so-called...preparation and salary, three stars are in the sky. Tonight and what evening, to see this beloved?"

He stared at Ximen Chuuxue, and uttered the last sentence word by word: "Zi Xi Zi Xi... why is he so beloved?"

Ximen Chuuxue picked up his sword, stood up quickly, and didn't look at them anymore.

"I'm going to practice swordsmanship."

Seeing his hasty back, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help laughing out loud, even Hua Manlou couldn't help but curl his lips.

Only Qin Fu who was still fighting with Dim Sum was left behind, looking at Ximen Chuuxue's back with a dazed expression: "What's going on? What's wrong with him? Didn't you just finish practicing the sword?"

Lu Xiaofeng also fanned Hua ManLou, and smiled happily: "Hey, haven't you heard that practicing swords can reduce fire?"

"Ah? Is he angry?" Qin Fu's eyes widened.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't bear it any longer, and fell down on the table with a smile: "It's not just getting angry, hahahahaha! You really want to kill someone!"

Qin Fu was at a loss: "..."

Why do you all seem...to be seriously ill?