When Murong Fu Met Yuan Suiyun

Now there are only people in yellow shirts and Murong Fu.

He suddenly looked at Murong Fu and asked, "Little friend, I heard that monk called you Murong earlier, so what does it matter if you are from the Gusu Murong family?"

Murong Fu said, "This junior is now the owner of that Yanziwu"

The man in the yellow shirt was shocked suddenly, grabbed his wrist and looked at him carefully several times, then said to himself, "It's no wonder...it's no wonder..."

Murong Fu was a little strange at the moment, so he asked, "Senior, what's wrong?"

The man in yellow shirt restrained his expression and returned to his normal state, "The Murong family's martial art is definitely the best in the world. How come you almost can't even beat that monk?"

A tinge of guilt arose in Murong Fu's heart.I wondered if this man in yellow shirt had any relationship with my Murong family, and he didn't dare to lie, "The younger generation didn't focus on practicing martial arts when they were young, but..." He hesitated for a while and then said, "The Murong family is originally a big family. The descendants of Yan, all descendants should take the restoration of the country as the top priority."

Seeing the man in the yellow shirt was dark and desolate, he muttered with a wry smile, "It's all evil..." Murong Fu was startled, and was about to ask the man in the yellow shirt, and suddenly said sternly, "I'm afraid you can't do the restoration of the country." Lord, but the unique skills of the Murong family cannot be neglected by you, from tomorrow onwards, I will personally teach you how to practice."

Murong Fu appeared to be a little confused about the restoration of the country, and the words of the man in yellow came right to his heart.

He had seen the man in the yellow shirt fight against Mr. Lan Da before, and he knew that his martial arts were very good, apart from Mr. Lan Da, he should be second to none in this world. He was very grateful for this opportunity.Although the words of the man in yellow shirt made him a little puzzled, he still thanked him and said, "So, thank you senior."

Murong Fu remembered that he didn't know how to address the man in yellow shirt, and asked again, "I wonder if I can ask senior for his name?"

The man in the yellow shirt just stared at the distance silently and said, "You will always know."

Murong Fu suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked, "Where are you going this time, senior?"

"Go south and go back to Gusu to have a look." After saying that, the man in yellow shirt seemed to be lost in thought again.

The whereabouts of the man in yellow was secretive, and the two of them did not start from the main road, but chose a small road.

Although walking this mountain trail can avoid the annoyance of being disturbed by idlers, but food and accommodation have become the biggest problem.Most of the time, the two of them stayed in the inn in the small town, but sometimes they couldn't avoid sleeping rough.

In the past, when Murong Fu traveled the rivers and lakes, he either traveled to big cities or was accompanied by a wonderful person like Chu Liuxiang. He said that Chu Liuxiang was wonderful, because people like Chu Liuxiang would never let him suffer.When Chu Liuxiang was on the boat, he always had a way to live comfortably and happily, and Murong Fu also gained a lot of glory along with him.

Now there are only him and the man in the yellow shirt, but Murong Fu is not in a hurry, because basically the two of them cook the food by themselves in the original Suiyuna lake center small building, and they have accumulated a lot of experience after going back and forth.

Seeing that there is no village in the front and no temple in the back, Murong Fu said, "Senior is resting here now, and I will wait for the younger generation to get some food."

After hearing this, the man in yellow shirt sized Murong Fu up a little, and said with a faint smile, "Go."

Murong Fu expected that when the man in yellow shirt looked at him just now, he must have felt that as a child of a noble family, he must not have the experience of living in the wild, and this would surprise him.Thinking of this, I can't help but feel motivated.Thinking of the last time when he was in the small building in the middle of the lake when he wanted to cook for someone so hard, Murong Fu's heart began to ache again.

He first found a piece of bamboo forest, cut off a few sections of emerald green bamboo joints with a short knife as a container, and then went to the river to catch a few small fish, some of which were carefully shaved to make fish soup, and some of which were used to make grilled fish .In addition, Murong Fu found a few huge banana leaves and washed them by the river, and after a while he went back to look for the man in yellow.

Murong Fu spread the washed banana leaves on the ground, then placed the grilled fish and bamboo fish pond on the banana leaves, and proudly greeted the man in yellow shirt, "Senior, please try the handicrafts of the younger generation."

Looking at the food on the banana leaf, the man in yellow shirt was obviously startled and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to have some skills."

The two sat down and used it.

Murong Fu took a sip of the fish soup, the fish soup was indeed delicious, and the details of Jinyang Lake gradually emerged, so he put down the bamboo tube again, and sighed deeply.

The man in yellow shirt noticed his change and asked, "Why do young people always sigh?"

Seeing the sincere and concerned expression of the man in yellow shirt, Murong Fu felt mixed feelings.Just about to sigh, he held back his breath and said, "This junior really has no reason to sigh, but there just happens to be someone in his heart who wants to let go but can't let go."

The man in the yellow shirt also sighed and said, "Those who are sad and ecstasy in the world are only one word for love." After a moment of silence, he looked at Murong Fu again and said, "You might as well tell me, the authorities are fascinated, maybe I can help you relieve your troubles."

After going through this period of time, Murong Fu has already trusted the man in yellow shirt as an elder, just as he has nowhere to vent his resentment, so he will talk about Yuan Suiyun's matter one by one.

The man in yellow shirt seemed to have fallen into deep thought after listening.

Suddenly he heard him say, "This Mr. Yuan is the same man as you..."

Murong Fu smiled wryly and said, "This matter is indeed inconsistent with etiquette, but this junior is happy with him, and there is no one else in his heart except him..."

The yellow shirt asked, "Are there any other men besides you in the Murong family?"

Although Murong Fu felt a little strange, he still replied, "My father has passed away, and now I am alone."

The man in the yellow shirt seemed to tremble slightly, then silently looked at the sky and said, "Forget it...forget it...the Murong family is coming to an end with you"

Murong Fu felt guilty and bitter, only to hear the man in yellow go on to say, "Since you said you like him, then go find him after my old man finishes teaching you martial arts."

Murong Fu blurted out "but the younger generation is annoyed that he deceived others"

The man in the yellow shirt raised his hand to stroke Murong Fu's long hair and said, "Since you know the difficulties of the son of the family, why can't you understand him? He doesn't want to use his real identity to associate with you, but it's just out of your affection."

Murong Fu sighed, "This junior knows that he has some feelings for this junior, but in his heart he is resentful that he lied to me."

Unexpectedly, the man in the yellow shirt smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a temper. After so many months, you are still angry?"

Murong Fu blushed for a moment, lowered his head and muttered, "Junior...junior..."

The man in the yellow shirt said solemnly again, "Everyone in the world says, I hope to win the hearts of the one, and the white head will not be separated. You can go to him after this matter is over, and I hope you can be happy too."

Murong Fu was deeply moved, and said, "Senior is so kind, this junior really has nothing to repay"

The man in the yellow shirt looked at him lovingly and said, "These are yours, as long as you practice hard, you will be worthy of me."

After hearing this, Murong Fu secretly made up his mind that he must not disappoint the man in yellow.

Outside Zhenjiang City, a mountain isolated the heart of the river, like wings like a stand.

Thousands of veins flow eastward, an island is neutral, floating jade is piled up with gold, and sand is built on the shore.Thousands of walls are cut down, dangerous buildings are hundreds of feet, and the wind blows the waves, the clouds and clouds present the mountains, the victory of yin and yang, the sun and the sun, and the joy of climbing and climbing. Although there are few mountains, there are clusters of brocades, the stones are all strange, and the dentition is enough to make the mind suddenly carry out

The Yangtze River is like a belt, and amidst the misty waves, there is a ray of singing:

"...Dongpo Jade Belt Zhuge Drum, the country is the most clear, the world is turned upside down, and Xijin Mountain is still intact, a cloud on the top of the pagoda looks like a cage, pure and majestic, the white snake and the red jade are both at a loss, only Zhu The color has not changed, the beauties and green temples are all flying away, and there is a smear of autumn smoke in the sky..."

The singing echoed low between the river water, the sky and the clouds, and a solitary boat came to Jiangxintang.

There is a stove at the head of the boat, and a pot at the top of the stove, and the fragrance of tea in the pot is everywhere.

Amidst the scent of tea, the man in yellow shirt sat on the bow of the boat with his eyes downcast, singing in a manly voice, without moving his whole body, as if his thoughts were already in the past.

Murong Fu sat cross-legged opposite him.

There was a pause in the singing, and the man in yellow sighed slightly: "This song was made when I roamed here many years ago. I don't want to be able to visit the old place again, but my face is completely changed."

Murong Fu frowned slightly and said: "Senior, there seems to be some endless melancholy in his heart."

The man in yellow sighed sadly and fell silent.

When the lone boat reached the shore, the man in yellow still had a gloomy look in his eyes.

For many days, the man in yellow shirt taught Murong Fu to practice Kungfu every day, and Murong Fu benefited a lot.The people in the yellow shirts knew more about the unique knowledge of the Murong family than Murong Fu, which made Murong Fu firmly believe that the people in the yellow shirts must have a deep connection with the Murong family, and this gave birth to a kind of respect and love.Seeing the melancholy and silent look of the man in yellow shirt, Murong Fu silently poured boiling water into the teapot, and also lowered his eyebrows in silence.