Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 24 Brothers meet and become jealous

Murong Ji was riding on the official road, looking around, feeling a little confused. Where should he go at this moment?

It seems like I have nowhere to go.

Go back to Yanziwu? That's where Murong Fu lives. Mantuo Villa? Ding Chunqiu often goes there to practice martial arts. It's not safe.

What about Tiantai Mountain? The elder brothers have their own things to do.

With a long sigh, let’s just wander around the world!
In fact, at this moment, Murong Ji already had a target, Qinling!
The master's last words were for him to go to Qinling Mountains, but the Qinling Mountains are vast and he didn't know what the master saw or what he left behind.

Another point is to find the successor of Chen Tuan. Go to Huashan?

There was no one on Mount Hua at this time, otherwise how could it be occupied by one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen in the future.

Chen Tuan had a close relationship with Emperor Taizu of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin, so perhaps some information could be found in the Song Dynasty's study.

Murong Ji believed that the study room of the Song Dynasty must have collected a lot of good things.

Kaifeng Prefecture, the capital!

Murong Ji had a good idea, but as soon as he showed up, he was targeted.

A few days later, Murong was riding on the official road and met someone he definitely didn't want to meet.

Murong Fu!
Murong Fu was handsome, holding a folding fan and standing in the middle of the official road. In his early twenties, Murong Fu was full of vigor and vitality.

It must be said that at this time he could be called a gentleman as handsome as jade.

Murong Ji reined in his horse, sat on it, and looked at Murong Fu with a sullen face, "Why are you looking for me if you don't want to restore your Great Yan Kingdom? Why are you so free?"

"Oh, brother, we haven't seen each other for many years. You speak in such a tone when we meet. It makes me feel cold."

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to him. He just pulled the reins and walked to the side.

Murong Fu's face was still as gentle as jade, and he looked at him with a smile, as if he was a respectable brother who tolerated his younger brother's misbehavior.

Murong Ji walked past him and ignored him.

"Hey, I know you still blame me. I was your brother when we were young and I was sorry for you. You are also a descendant of the Murong family. Now there are only you and me left in the direct line of the Murong family. You..."

Murong Fu watched Murong Ji whip his horse and ride away quickly, and smiled.

He followed with light footsteps, hanging not too far behind Murong Ji.

"Brother, where have you been all these years? I've been worried about you for a long time."

Murong Ji cursed inwardly, the ghost was still lingering. Murong Fu's lightness skill was very good. The horse galloped for half an hour, and Murong Fu was just hanging on the back.

It was not until the horse could no longer hold on that Murong Ji slowed down and let the horse trot on the official road.

When passing by a post station, he sold his horses and bought some food.

Murong Fu just sat opposite Murong Ji, watching him eat with a loving look on his face.

Those who don’t know the inside story would really think that Murong Fu is a good brother.

Seeing Murong Ji put down his chopsticks, Murong Fu said in a gentle voice: "If you are full, come back with me. We are brothers..."

Murong Ji immediately interrupted him, "Am I from the Murong family?"

Murong Fu was a little stunned, not understanding why he asked that. "Of course, you and I are brothers, born of the same mother."

"Hey, big brother, I don't know the Murong family's inherited swordsmanship yet. How about you show me the secret manual?"

Murong Fu's face froze, then he smiled and said, "Of course you can. There are too many people here. I will teach you step by step after we go home."

Murong Ji smiled. Murong Fu at this time was no longer the young boy he used to be. He was still as scheming and cunning as ever.

He will never forget Ah Qing's miserable condition, nor will he forget the pain in his body. What is the most satisfying way to take revenge on someone?
Take away everything he has. "Brother, I have learned some skills, why don't you give me some pointers?"

Murong Fu's expression froze for a moment, then he recovered, "Okay, but I can spar with you, but you have to promise me one thing."

Murong Ji knew that he had disappeared for many years and he had never looked for him. Why did he come to find him at this time?
Considering the status of the Murong family in the martial arts world, it shouldn’t be difficult to find myself.

"Tell me."

"You join the Western Army of the Song Dynasty and help me restore my country."

"impossible."

Murong Fu's face turned pale. Murong Ji refused without even thinking about it. He couldn't hold back and said, "You are also a member of the Murong family. For the great cause of the Murong family..."

"That's your great cause! Not mine!" Murong Ji's anger was also aroused. Did he really think that he was still an ant with no power to fight back? !

Murong Fu laughed out of anger, "Haha, you really are someone who has been training outside. You have forgotten how to respect your elder brother."

The next moment, Murong Fu struck with a palm.

Murong Ji couldn't recognize what kind of martial arts this was. He stretched out his hand to block and kicked it under the table.

Murong Fu lowered his palm to block the attack, and said with a contemptuous smile: "You have some skills."

Murong Ji smiled and retracted his foot, "Let's go out and fight. Waiter, pay the bill!"

Murong Fu followed behind him out of the post station, and the two of them walked towards the official road one after the other.

I have to say that Murong Fu's lightness skills are excellent, far better than Murong Ji's.

In the lightness contest, Murong Ji was completely defeated. He glanced around and saw nothing but hills. Murong Ji landed first and slapped Murong Fu back.

The palm of great compassion.

The palm print was so powerful and domineering that it almost caught Murong Fu off guard.

Murong Fu opened his arms, held a folding fan, and used his lightness skills to retreat a distance.

With time to prepare, he waved his hand and directly sent back the palm seal of great compassion.

Murong Ji breathed in and out in an orderly manner, his internal strength flourishing, and he still used Dou Zhuan Xing Yi to receive the palm print.

Before he could even throw the punch, Murong Fu arrived in front of him.

The fan is used as a sword, and the sword techniques of various schools are used, with many variations.

Murong Jicun never had the chance to deliver the palm strike. At this moment, he realized the gap between himself and Murong Fu.

With a sudden shake of the sword case behind him, the Tianwen Sword came out of its sheath, and the Xiao Wuxiang Gong imitated Murong Fu's moves. For a moment, the two were fighting in a stalemate.

After they exchanged palm strikes, Murong Ji finally had the chance to unleash his Great Compassionate Move.

Murong Fu landed and took a half step back, then stood still, calm and composed.

Murong Ji half-squatted and half-kicked on the ground, relying on the friction with the ground to reduce the impact force, and slid several meters away before he stabilized his body.

"Woo woo" The Tianwen Sword turned several circles in the air and then stabbed in front of Murong Ji.

His breathing was a little heavy, and after calming down his blood and qi, he stood up, looked at Murong Fu who looked extremely relaxed, and slowly exhaled.

I have to say that Murong Fu’s talent in martial arts is really amazing.

However, he was extremely excited in his heart, as the gap between him and Murong Fu was narrowing!
What he lacks now is combat experience and accumulation of internal strength.

Murong Fu opened his folding fan and fanned away the heat. "You are quite capable. At your age, you have not brought disgrace upon the Murong family."

(End of this chapter)