Everything starts from Tian Long Ba Bu

Chapter 256 Gong Ziyu

The empty mountain is silent and the dusk is cold.

A cabin in the wilderness.

Surrounded by green mountains and flowing water, the sound of the piano seems to be at the end of the mountains and rivers.

The green mountains are deep, the water is still, and there is a small wooden house next to the small lake.

There was a piano and a few instruments in the wooden house, but no one was there.

There seemed to be lingering sounds on the piano table, and there was a piece of paper pressed under the piano table.

"If you don't leave today, people will be broken like a harp."

The handwriting is very good and delicate, obviously written by a woman.

Murong Fu seemed to turn a blind eye to the threatening words on the white paper, and instead walked in as if nothing had happened.

It was the sword in the hands of King Miao Tian who died in Murong Fu's hands that day.

A strange light flashed in Gu Qi's eyes. When he came in, he thought that Murong Fu would inevitably be panicked, but unexpectedly, he was still calm and composed now, and said immediately: "Yes!"

This wooden house seemed small, but Murong Fu knew that it must contain the secret passage of a mechanism. He had traveled all over the world and had some knowledge of this mechanism.

But as long as someone sits on it, the ground under their feet will reveal something strange.

As for Murong Fu, his expression remained unchanged.

A pitch black knife.

He is still wearing green clothes and white socks, but the only thing missing is his right hand.

This room is of course more than four or seven feet long. In addition to this painting, there are also various weapons hanging on the white walls.

The weapons on the wall flashed coldly under the lamp, and the four-foot-seven-foot-long horizontal scroll was undoubtedly the masterpiece of the painting.

The ground beneath it looked ordinary, too.

He smiled and continued: "Master Murong should have asked me these two sentences, but since the master didn't ask, I had to ask them."

Since you have a knife, you can't miss one.

Gu Qi's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up and strode out.

The first thing Murong Fu saw was a painting, a horizontal scroll four to seven feet long, hanging on the opposite wall.

The door opened, and it was Gu Qi who walked in with a big smile.

If he asked himself, he would have been the only one to answer.

Among them are the huge stone axes used by people to hunt animals in ancient times before bronze and iron were discovered, the spears and square spears used by soldiers in the Warring States period when fighting on the battlefield, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword used by the legendary martial sage Guan Yu, and the extremely powerful swords in the world of martial arts. It is rare to help the outer door with a cross-tiger basket and a curved sword.

This sharp and short voice seemed to contain an indescribable power. No matter who hears this sound, their throat will feel dry, their heartbeat will speed up, and their stomach will contract.

For example, single swords, double swords, Yanling swords, ghost head swords, gold-backed mountain knives, Jie swords, nine-ring swords, fish-scale purple gold swords... There is even a Heavenly King ghost-killing sword that is more than ten feet long.

Murong Fu lit the candle casually, and then walked around the entire wooden house. After about a cup of tea, Murong Fu stopped next to a chair.

Suddenly I heard someone outside the door laughing loudly and saying, "As expected of Mr. Murong!"

But Murong Fu knew in his heart that this was not the knife in Fu Hongxue's hand, even if it looked exactly the same.

Because Fu Hongxue's sword had long been broken into two pieces in the bamboo forest of Tianlong Ancient Temple.

The chairs were ordinary and normal.

Seeing the sword in Murong Fu's hand, Gu Qi stopped far away and suddenly said: "Where is this place? How did I get here?"

Gu Qi nodded and said, "Yes!"

Murong Fu did not stop him because he had already noticed someone appearing.

But the most important thing is the knife.

Murong Fu suddenly sat down, and then tapped the ground with his foot. Sure enough, the floor was obviously solid when he stood on it, but when he sat on the chair, the ground under his feet suddenly made a hollow sound.

Murong Fu was about to ask again when a strange sound suddenly sounded outside. It was monotonous, short, sharp, and terrifying. One after another, it kept ringing.

Murong Fu just glanced at him lightly and said, "Is Gongzi Yu here?"

Sure enough, the next moment, his person immediately sank again, sinking to the bottom of the cold lake. His man was still sitting on the chair, and his sword was still in his hand, but this place was no longer the simple wooden house in the barren mountains.

Double mechanism.

That's right, it's a knife.

This knife looked exactly the same as the knife in Fu Hongxue's hand.

Even Gu Qi is no exception.

But it was robbed of all its grace by the woman who suddenly appeared under the wall. She was a beautiful woman in white, standing outside the door staring at him.

In fact, the most people in the world use swords, but in this room it is knives that do the most work.

However, the structure of this wooden house was obviously made by a master. Even with Murong Fu's eyesight, it was difficult to see where the mechanism was.

It seems clever, but in fact it is just a misunderstanding of human thinking.

Murong Fu asked: "Does he also want to see me?"

It turned out that there was a secret door hidden under the wall, and she walked out of this secret door.

Her appearance seemed to be that of Zhuo Yuzhen. But she is not Zhuo Yuzhen.

Just because that fake Zhuo Yuzhen died in his hands a few days ago.

She had already walked in, closed the door gently, walked slowly not far from Murong Fu, and then smiled and said: "I know the identity of the young master, but I wonder if the young master knows who I am?"

Her voice is like her person, noble and elegant, but she speaks very straightforwardly. Obviously not the kind of coquettish and pretentious woman.

Murong Fu just looked at her for a moment, and then said in a calm tone: "Ming Yue has no intention, who you are is not important to me!"

After hearing the words "Ming Yue Xin", the expression of the woman in white obviously changed slightly.

After a long time, she looked at Murong Fu in front of her with a complicated expression, and then said in a calm tone: "Young master is right, there is no such person as Ming Yue Xin in the world, Ming Yue is simply heartless!"

Murong Fu didn't answer.

He just looked at her with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The bright moon with a heart is like a thornless rose, which only appears in legends and myths.

The woman said: "Perhaps you have indeed seen the heart of the moon in other places before, but just like flowers that will wither, she will also disappear in the wind."

Murong Fu still didn't answer.

The woman didn't seem to be surprised. She continued: "My surname is Zhuo, and I can be regarded as the hostess here, so you can call me Mrs. Zhuo. If you think this title is too vulgar, you can also call me table."

She smiled and added: "Table is my nickname. My friends all like to call me this name."

But Murong Fu said calmly: "Mrs. Zhuo."

He is not her friend. It is impossible to have such friends.

Of course Mrs. Zhuo understood what he meant, and her expression changed slightly.

Murong Fu naturally knew her purpose of coming.

If he is willing to call her by her nickname, it naturally shows that there is still a chance for both parties to turn hostility into friendship.

But once he refused, he made his attitude clear.

As for why she did this, it naturally stems from all the changes in recent days, and the main reason is that one person lost.

During the battle at Tianlong Ancient Temple, Fu Hongxue, who was regarded as the next substitute by Gong Ziyu, was decisively defeated by Murong Fu. This made her, who knew Fu Hongxue very well and was most aware of the power of the magic knife in his hand, feel a little fear in her heart.

For some reason, she suddenly felt worried.

She was worried about Gong Ziyu's safety. No one loved him more than her, so she didn't... didn't want this battle to happen.

She suddenly sighed, as if she understood that this battle was inevitable, then changed her mind and suddenly said: "Then you should be interested in these weapons?"

In fact, she didn't need to say anything, Murong Fu's eyes were already looking at these weapons.

For example, there was a simple, dark and heavy iron sword on the wall. His eyes stayed on it for a long time.

Mrs. Zhuo said: "You should recognize this sword?"

Murong Fu said calmly: "I'm afraid there are very few people in the world who don't know this sword!"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Table nodded and said, "After all, the owner of this sword was defeated in your hands."

In the past, the Peng Yang Iron Sword was popular all over the world and ranked fourth among the weapons. There were not many people who didn't recognize this sword.

Eighteen years ago, Guo Songyang's cousin Guo Ding became famous with this sword, but he was defeated by Murong Fu...

Murong Fu shook his head and said: "It's a pity that this sword is not the real Songyang Iron Sword!"

Mrs. Zhuo said: "Yes, although this sword is just a fake, its shape, weight, length, and even the iron used to make the sword are absolutely exactly the same as the Pengyang Iron Sword of the past."

She couldn't help showing a proud look in her smile: "Even this sword tassel was made by the Guo family's aunt. Apart from the iron sword passed down by their family, it's hard to find anyone else in the world." Come up with the third one."

She was deliberately showing off Gong Ziyu's power, and even the aunts of the Guo family wanted to sell their face, as if she wanted to shake Murong Fu's confidence.

But Murong Fu's eyes were always looking at the weapons on the wall.

For example, a long whip, shining like a spiritual snake, and the diamond iron crutch beside it.

This long whip was used by Ximen Rou, the God of Whips, Snake Whip, which was once ranked seventh on the weapon list.

As for the diamond iron crutch on the side, it was the weapon of Zhuge Gang, who ranked eighth in the weapons list in the past.

Not far from the diamond iron crutch, there is a pair of meteor hammers hanging.

This is the weapon of Xiang Song, the "Wind Rain Meteor" who ranked 19th in the weapons list in the past. Like Zhuge Gang, they were both members of the Money Gang.

Now that we have the weapons of these two people, Shangguan Jinhong's weapons are naturally indispensable.

But Murong Fu immediately shook his head and said: "This is not the dragon, phoenix and golden rainbow of Shangguan Jinhong in the past."

Mrs. Zhuo said: "Have you ever seen Shangguan Jinhong's weapon?"

When Murong Fu heard this, he just glanced at her lightly.

Mrs. Zhuo soon seemed to understand something. She smiled slightly and said: "Yes, this is the unique weapon of the disciples of the Northwest Iron Ring Sect. After all, the dragon, phoenix, and golden rainbow of the past, except for Xiao Li Fei Dao, may be the only one with the Young Master." We are destined to meet you!"

In the past years in Chang'an City, Murong Fu had a fight with Shangguan Xiaoxian, the orphan of Shangguan Jinhong.

Therefore, it was not surprising that he had the chance to see the pair of golden rings.

Mrs. Zhuo said: "It's a pity that although some weapons have long been famous all over the world for killing people without calculation, no one has ever really seen its true face. As the warning says..."

Murong Fu said: "Xiao Li's flying knife."

Mrs. Zhuo said: "You still have Young Master's hands, and you can use his own methods to repay others. I don't know how many masters were defeated by Young Master's hands in the past, but now, I'm afraid one more thing will be added."

Murong Fu asked: "What?"

Mrs. Zhuo sighed: "A sword!"

Murong Fu said calmly: "Then I advise you to give up this idea."

Mrs. Zhuo said: "Why?"

Murong Fu said: "Because it is impossible for you to have this opportunity again!"

Mrs. Zhuo sighed and said, "Young Master seems to be very impatient?"

Murong Fu said: "Because I once promised someone that since someone has done something wrong, they should be punished, including Gong Ziyu!"

Mrs. Zhuo said, "What's the matter?"

Murong Fu said: "Zhuo Yuzhen, the real Zhuo Yuzhen!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Zhuo finally understood the purpose of Murong Fu's visit.

She also understood why the two of them couldn't avoid this fight in the first place.

Mrs. Zhuo fell into silence and was speechless for a long time.

Suddenly, someone said: "The weapons hanging on the wall are not only a complete collection, but also high-quality products. Anyone who has practiced martial arts will inevitably take a few more glances, but only you can actually use them all." Don’t be tempted…”

A soft and calm voice shows that the person is well-educated and polite.

Duo Li is the other side of coldness, but this voice has a strange kind of enthusiasm. A passion that borders on cruelty.

If there is anything in heaven and earth that possesses the power to destroy everything, it undoubtedly arises from this passion.

Only people like Gong Ziyu can have such terrible enthusiasm.

Now Gong Ziyu finally faced Murong Fu, but Murong Fu still didn't see his true face.

Viewed from behind, his graceful demeanor is impeccable.

However, he wore a ferocious and ugly bronze mask on his face.

As soon as he appears, there seems to be an amazing pressure emanating from your body, making people involuntarily become nervous, as if a boundless killing intent is covering you and swallowing you up.

But none of this is as scary as his eyes, which seem to be full of infinite wisdom and vitality.

But his eyes seemed to have great magic power. Anyone who looked at them would inadvertently feel ashamed.

It was as if I was inexplicably impressed by him from the depths of my soul.

"Are you Gongziyu?"

"I am Gong Ziyu."

The simple and inexplicable conversation between the two officially kicked off the confrontation between the two.

Gong Ziyu said: "I know your purpose of coming, but before you and I take action, I hope you understand one fact!"

Murong Fu said: "Please tell me!"

Gong Ziyu sighed softly and said, "Zhuo Yuzhen's death was not caused by me behind the scenes."

Murong Fu said: "I understand."

"you understand?"

Gong Ziyu's eyes seemed to be shining with something strange under his mask.

Murong Fu said: "Zhuo Yuzhen's death was ordered by Yan Nanfei."

"It seems you do know."

Gong Ziyu sighed.

Staring at Gong Ziyu, Murong Fu said slowly: "But he is Gong Ziyu's substitute, and his subordinates are also Gong Ziyu's forces, so you still have nothing to do with this matter!"

Gong Ziyu first sighed, then nodded and admitted: "Not bad!"

Yan Nanfei is his substitute, so he naturally represents him.

So Murong Fu was right, he really couldn't escape from this matter.

(End of this chapter)