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Chapter 171 Ye Ling, Ye Guhong!

"you……"

Shi He, whose arms were crippled and seriously injured, stared wide-eyed at the white-clothed figure in front of him, with a rare hint of panic in his eyes.

"You want to say that I am a human or a ghost?"

Seeing the fear in Shi He's eyes, Murong Fu smiled instead.

The scene of him flying in the air among the clouds and mist just now was too shocking!
  There is absolutely no such light gong in the world, and this kind of light gong should never appear in the mortal world!

In fact, Shi He's guess was correct. In fact, this kind of light skill should not exist in the world, not even Murong Fu himself!

As for the way he was able to conquer the void just now, he naturally used a trick!

The inspiration for his tricky method came from the black spider in "The Two Prides".

There is silver thread hidden in this man's sleeve. It is said that it is the thread spun by the Millennium Spider of the South China Sea. It is strong and tough and is indestructible to swords. It can reach as far as ten or twenty feet when it is flung. The silver needle at the top of the spider thread, No matter what you nail, others will immediately follow.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of feet away, he came and went as fast as a ghost. And he also has the title of "the best light kung fu master in the world" by virtue of his unique light kung fu of "divine spider volleying in the air and silver thread crossing the void".

Murong Fu naturally did not have the silk produced by the Millennium Spider of the South China Sea, but he did have the "Flexible Silk Rope" in his hand, one of the three treasures of the Xingxiu Sect.

It should be noted that this soft silk rope is made from the silk of snow silkworms on the Xingxiu Sea. It is regarded as a treasure by Ding Chunqiu and rarely rewards his disciples. This shows how precious this thing is!
  The snow silkworm grows wild on snow mulberry trees. It is much smaller than the ice silkworm and is non-toxic. However, the silk it spits out is unusually strong, and a single thread is not easy to break.

However, this kind of snow silkworm cannot make cocoons, and its silk production is extremely limited, making it extremely difficult to find.

In the original work, Azi once caught Chu Wanli with a transparent fishing net, causing him to commit suicide in shame and anger, and there was only a small amount of snow silk in the fishing net.

This snow silk silk is not as good as the silk produced by the South Sea Spider in the black spider's hands, but it is worse than the silk produced by the South Sea Spider in the hands of the black spider, but it is fine and transparent, almost invisible to the naked eye, and it is also tough.

Therefore, after capturing Ding Chunqiu, Brother Deng also handed the object to Murong Fu.

When Murong Fu saw this, he felt it was novel and took it into his pocket. However, due to his superb martial arts skills, he never had the chance to use him.

Just now it was the first time Murong Fu used it!
  "Of course I am a human being, but you may not be a human being, because you are not even a ghost!"

Staring at the seriously injured Shi He, Murong Fu shook his head slightly, and then his tone turned cold.

He is not a saint. If someone makes a sneak attack, he will naturally punish him accordingly.

If his past temper were to be followed, the palm he just struck would be enough to kill someone in the future on the spot!

It was just that he needed him to send a message to Mu Taoist, so he withdrew some of his palm power, otherwise the palm just now would have been enough to turn him into a pulp!
  Shi He's swordsmanship was superb, but his internal skills were not up to par with those of his time. Especially because of his past events, he was aggrieved, and Taoist internal skills were all about state of mind. His martial arts must have been retreating instead of advancing over the years!

Now that he is lucky enough to survive, he is extremely lucky!

Before Shi He could speak, he heard someone in the distance say: "Hey, Gouhun, why did you let outsiders break in?"

The voice was sweet and crisp, like an oriole coming out of the valley, and it was obviously the voice of a little girl.

The voice came from a small wooden house.

A small gray-white wooden house, in this misty cloud, you have to pay close attention to see it.

"Because he can't stop me!"

Murong Fu spoke calmly.

"Oh, you can still miss with your soul-stirring swordsmanship?"

There was obviously a trace of curiosity in the little girl's clear voice. Soon the door was opened and a little girl in red clothes walked out.

She looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. She was cute and cute, but there was a hint of mischief in her eyes that should have been innocent.

After she came out of the wooden house, her big black eyes looked at Murong Fu curiously.

Seeing Murong Fu dressed in white, graceful and handsome, the little girl's eyes were filled with a strange light. At the same time, she glanced at the embarrassed Shi He beside her, and she couldn't help but said: "I can't do anything to you with my seducing swordsmanship. Who are you?"

Murong Fu said: "My surname is Murong again!"

"My surname is Murong. Could it be that you are the owner of Fuwei Escort Agency?"

Hearing this, the little girl in front of him seemed to have remembered something, and said in surprise.

Murong Fu said: "Yes, it seems you have heard of my name!"

The little girl said: "I'm afraid there are not many people in the world who don't know this name!"

Murong Fu sighed after hearing this: "It seems that although this place is dangerous and remote, the news is unexpectedly well-informed!"

"You should know that some things in the world may be hidden from people, but they can never be hidden from ghosts!"

Speaking of this, the little girl looked very serious.

"Are you a ghost?"

Looking at the quirky little girl in front of him, Murong Fu asked.

The little girl nodded, straightened her body like a proud swan, and said, "Not bad, and I still have my own name!"

Murong Fu said: "Oh?"

"My surname is Ye, and my name is Ye Ling. Others call me Xiaoye!"

Her voice is sweet.

Ye Lingdao: "You have to remember this name carefully, because no matter who comes here, he is a new person, and new people have to listen to the old man's words."

Murong Fu asked: "Are you an old man?"

"I have grown up here since I was a child, so I am naturally considered an old man, and I am also an elder here, so you have to listen to me!"

Speaking of this, Xiao Yezi pretended to be evil.

"Oh."

When Murong Fu heard this, he just responded lightly, his tone was neither serious nor serious, and he obviously did not take her words into his heart.

"Your martial arts skills are very high, but as soon as you enter this place, you will be a new person. If others know that you have not received a contract and come in, I am afraid that you will not survive for an hour!"

Seeing that Murong Fu did not take her words seriously, Ye Ling seemed to be anxious.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "So?"

Ye Ling said proudly: "But if you have me, a veteran, to vouch for you, it will be different!"

Murong Fu said: "Oh, what do you want?"

Ye Ling smiled sweetly and said, "I don't want anything, just you is enough!"

Murong Fu said: "I suddenly discovered that this little girl like you is indeed a good businessman!"

The little girl suddenly smiled and said, "Isn't this deal a good deal?"

Her smile was like a flower, a piece of candy, or a little fox, more like a little fox that had stolen a piece of candy.

Murong Fu sighed: "This deal is a good deal, but there is a problem now!"

"what is the problem?"

Ye Ling asked curiously.

"somebody is coming!"

Murong Fu's eyes seemed to penetrate the white mist, and he suddenly spoke.

Sure enough, someone was sneering in the distance.

The cold laughter was originally ten feet away, but suddenly it was in front of him.

The figure of the person who came was inexplicably familiar. He was a pale man with a pale face, pale hands, pale sword, and clothes as white as snow. He looked very much like the familiar person in Murong Fu's memory. “Do you think you are Ximen Chuixue?”

Murong Fu stared at the figure in front of him and suddenly sneered.

When the young man heard this, he couldn't help but pursed his lips, and anger suddenly ignited in his eyes.

This young man indeed resembles Ximen Chuixue very much. He has the same pale face, pale hands, cold and proud expression, snow-white clothes, and even the way he stands is exactly the same as Ximen Chuixue.

Although he is much younger than Ximen Chuixue, and his facial features are much softer than Ximen Chuixue, his whole person looks like the shadow of Ximen Chuixue.

Naturally, this young man is not Ximen Chuixue, but his surname is Ye, his given name is Guhong, and he is nicknamed "Wudang Little White Dragon". He is a leader among the new generation of young people of Wudang Sect.

"Cousin, he is already mine..."

Seeing the young man appear, Ye Ling couldn't help but pout, and immediately said with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Ye Guhong said coldly: "No one is allowed to step foot here without Lao Daobaozi's approval!"

Not only is he Ye Ling's cousin, it is said that he also has a blood relationship with Ye Gucheng, the "Lord of Baiyun City" in Nanhai. There were rumors in the world that he had received guidance from Ye Gucheng.

Ye Guhong said slowly: "How many moves did Ximen Chuixue take from you?"

Murong Fu stared at the young man who suddenly appeared, and said slowly: "He was defeated in less than a hundred moves by me!"

Hearing this, Ye Guhong pursed his lips again, with an arrogant and cold expression, seeming to be excited, but also as if he couldn't believe it, and said: "I want to try it!"

"I know you want to be the second Ximen Chuixue, but I advise you not to seek your own death!"

Staring at Ye Guhong in front of him, Murong Fu shook his head and persuaded.

He understood what Ye Guhong was thinking.

Ximen Chuixue has a character as arrogant as the ice and snow on the distant mountains, a life as shining as a shooting star in the winter night, and a sword that is unparalleled in the world...

How many young men from Jianghu Middle School do not regard Ximen Chuixue as their god?
  "That's because you haven't met me before!"

Ye Guhong's tone was full of confidence.

Murong Fu asked: "What difference will it make if I meet you?"

His tone now became a little colder.

Ye Guhong said: "If you had met me earlier, you would have experienced the feeling of a rare defeat!"

"It seems you want to die!"

Murong Fu shook his head, as if he had lost all patience.

"Where's your sword?"

When Ye Guhong heard this, his pale face was already flushed with pain. It was obvious that he was extremely angry.

Murong Fu said: "There is no need to draw a sword to deal with you!"

"Suffer to death!"

Ye Guhong seemed to be completely irritated. He immediately drew his sword out of its sheath, and saw another flash of sword light, piercing out like lightning and a startling rainbow.

However, in the face of his stabbing sword, Murong Fu just smiled at the corner of his mouth, seemingly unwilling to even dodge.

"careful!"

Seeing this scene, Ye Ling couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

When Ye Guhong saw this, the cold light in his eyes undoubtedly became more intense, and the killing intent in his heart seemed to overflow, and he stabbed Murong Fu straight into the chest with a sword.

He will make the arrogant person in front of him pay the price with blood. After his death, he will blow his blood to wash away the shame of insulting himself.

Just hearing a "click", Ye Guhong stabbed Murong Fu's chest with the long sword in his hand, but it was like hitting an iron chopping board. It was broken into several pieces. At the same time, he let out a muffled groan, as if he was knocked back. Go out for seven or eight steps.

He staggered and sat down on the ground.

He was pale and still didn't understand what was happening at the moment.

It turned out that the Beiming Qi in Murong Fu's body was full and flowing, like a real substance. When Ye Guhong stabbed out his sword, it naturally pierced his body-protecting Qi. How could he get away with it!
  Looking at this scene, Ye Ling opened her mouth slightly, obviously not expecting such a scene.

"There is only one Ximen Chuixue in the world. If you want to be the second Ximen Chuixue, it's a pity that you can't learn the essence of Ximen Chuixue, but you have learned all the faults!"

Looking at the vulnerable Ye Guhong, Murong Fu shook his head gently.

"Is it not possible to imitate him?"

Ye Ling asked with a frown.

Murong Fu stared into the distance, suddenly sighed and said: "Ximen Chuixue has at least one thing that others cannot learn from."

Ye Ling said: "His sword?"

Murong Fu said: "It's not his sword, it's his loneliness."

lonely.

Like the cold loneliness of ice and snow on the distant mountains, the loneliness of a shooting star on a winter night.

Only a person who can truly experience this kind of loneliness and is willing to endure it can reach the state that Ximen Chuixue has reached.

Of course, Ye Gucheng, the Lord of Baiyun City in Nanhai, also has this point.

Only noble swordsmen like them can understand the loneliness of being in the cold at high places!
  As for the so-called young man in front of him, he is just imitating others and is not worthy of being listed with their two names.

"It seems that I am indeed suitable for business!"

After seeing Murong Fu's superb martial arts skills, Ye Ling suddenly smiled.

The smile is more beautiful than flowers and sweeter than sugar.

"Look, I'll tell you that you are indeed suitable for business!" Murong Fu said with a smile.

Looking at Murong Fu who was not looking at him at all, Ye Guhong's eyes were full of pain and unwillingness. There was nothing more uncomfortable than having his self-esteem damaged.

Ye Guhong now finally experienced this feeling!
  In fact, his injury was not serious, but there was one kind of injury that was far more difficult to heal than other injuries, and that was damaged confidence!
  At present, he has lost the courage to draw the sword again, and can only kneel on the ground in embarrassment like a lost dog.

"Go away, don't appear in front of me again!"

Murong Fu's voice sounded again, but Ye Guhong could only purse his lips, curl up and leave in embarrassment.

"No, Guhun is gone?"

At the same time, Ye Ling finally discovered that Shi He's body suddenly disappeared.

"Don't worry about him!"

Murong Fu's tone was calm, as if he didn't care.

"There are many masters here, are you really not afraid?"

Looking at Murong Fu in front of him, Ye Ling's tone suddenly became a little curious.

When Murong Fu heard this, he just smiled and said nothing.

"I want you to come to my house as a guest!"

Ye Ling is a smart girl, and she already understood the answer when she saw Murong Fu's expression.

Her smile was as beautiful as a flower blooming, and her big dark eyes were full of expectation.

Murong Fu has always been kind-hearted. Faced with the invitation of such an innocent little girl in front of him, he naturally would not have the heart to refuse!
  (End of this chapter)