Gusu South Murong

In the middle of the night, there is no light in the sky anymore, what is there is just the black color like ink, and the surrounding light is extremely dim. Suddenly, a figure cuts through the darkness, and a phantom passes by like lightning, and beside him However, the other path was like a stroll in the courtyard, walking unhurriedly, not a bit slower than that phantom.

I saw that after the sweeping monk stepped out, his figure also quickly faded, and then his figure was suddenly several feet in front, and there were already several afterimages behind him, like this The weird body style is really incredible.

Thoughts in Murong Fu's mind were racing, but the speed was not slow at all, under the urging of Liu Guang's movement, it disappeared under Shaoshi Mountain like a phantom across the sky in the blink of an eye.

Following the sweeping monk, he rushed towards the mountain again, after a long time, the sweeping monk suddenly stopped, and Murong Fu finally stopped gradually.

"In front is the Sutra Pavilion!"

The floor-sweeping monk said indifferently, and then pointed to a very simple wooden cabin next to it. This wooden cabin stood alone in this empty area next to the Sutra Pavilion. It was lonely and lonely, as if it would last forever.

"This is my residence..." The sweeping monk didn't care about the simplicity of the residence, and even because it had become a habit, the wooden house became more and more familiar.

Murong Fu's eyes followed the direction of the sweeping monk, looking at the small wooden house, even though it was a little far away, he could vaguely see the wooden house leaning against the big ancient locust tree, looking lonely and quiet, and the sweeping monk was quiet. Living in this wooden house is not for the character of inaction.

"I know you have a lot of doubts, follow me!" The sweeping monk's eyes slowly turned to Murong Fu.Then put your hands behind your back.Slowly walked towards the Sutra Pavilion.Seeing the disappearing figure of the sweeping monk, Murong Fu hastily used the Flowing Light Body Technique to catch up, and after a few breaths, the figures of the two of them disappeared completely in the night...

Inside the Sutra Pavilion

The sweeping monk stood with his hands behind his back. In front of him, there were rows of bookshelves, one after another, Buddhist scriptures and files.Permeated with a faint fragrance of ink, here, even the famous Shaolin 72 stunt could not attract the attention of the two of them.

"If you want to ask anything, just ask!" While shaking his fingers, he slowly sorted out the scriptures scattered on the bookshelf, and the sweeping monk also sighed softly.

Hearing this, Murong Fu hesitated for a moment, and finally pointed out the question in his heart: "Since you are the son of the ancestor of Longcheng, why did you suddenly fake your death and leave Jiangnan, where Murong lived in Gusu for generations. Come to Shaolin School, and hide your name from now on?" Voice fall.Murong Fu sorted out his thoughts, and continued: "Do you have any difficulties?"

After Murong Fu's last word fell, the sweeping monk turned his back to Murong Fu's body slowly, and there was not much other emotion on his face.

"Yes! I'm the son of Murong Longcheng!" The sweeping monk's voice became a bit vicissitudes at this time, as if possessing a little magical power, making Murong Fu, who was a little restless because of recalling these things, calm down again Come down, but at this moment the sweeping monk is slowly recalling his past: "Indeed, he is a martial arts genius, he created the unique stunt of "Fighting and Star Shifting", he is invincible in the world, but it is also because he is Murong Longcheng, is My father, at that time I could only live in the shadow of the son of Murong Longcheng, maybe others would envy this respect, but at that time I was crazy and wanted to escape."

Regarding the moaning monk's sigh, Murong Fu was also silent, unable to find the slightest objection. Having an invincible father may not necessarily be a good thing, because since then, his body has been stuck to his body. The label of Murong Longcheng's son, because in other people's hearts, they only know that he is Murong Longcheng's son, not Murong Xin.

Murong Fu looked at the sweeping monk with a look of reminiscence on his face, hesitated for a moment, and said, "And then?"

The sweeping monk looked directly at Murong Fu, and after a while, he said slowly: "Then I left Shenhe Village and wandered in the rivers and lakes. I want to prove myself. I am not only Murong Longcheng's son, but also myself. , Murong Xin!"

Hearing this, Murong Fu's eyes flashed with astonishment, he said in his heart: "I didn't expect the sweeping monk to have a past when he was young. This kind of boldness is indeed far better than ordinary people."

"After leaving Canhe Village, my martial arts at that time had a small success, and I started to challenge all the way and grow up all the way. After a few years later, when my martial arts first entered the ranks of top masters, in the world, many A name, Nan Murong!" The sweeping monk raised his head, with memories in his eyes: "It was then that I met your grandmother, and a year later, I had Bo'er."

Hearing the deep and emotional voice of the sweeping monk, Murong Fu was taken aback. It turned out that the name Nan Murong was passed down from the generation of the sweeping monk, and who was the grandmother? Quite puzzled: "The grandmother, who is she?"

The sweeping monk seemed to have guessed Murong Fu's doubts a long time ago, looked at Murong Fu and said softly, "Her name is Li Canghai."

Hearing these words, Murong Fu's face was astonished, and after a while, he was taken aback, Li Canghai?The little junior sister Wu Yazi never forgets is actually his grandmother?Murong Fu suddenly felt that the world was really too small, and then thought, no wonder the sweeping monk could tell that Jiumozhi was using the Xiaoyao School's Xiao Wuxiang Gong when he saw Jiumozhi in the first day of the lunar new year. Pai really has a lot to do with it.

The sweeping monk looked at Murong Fu and shook his head and said: "In your fight with the man in black before, although the moves you used were not Baihong Palm's moves, I can see that the power movement method in your palm is actually It's the same as Bai Hong's palm strength method. I didn't expect you to know the palm technique of the Xiaoyao School. I remember when Cang Hai said that the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School should not be passed on to anyone who is not a disciple of the school, so she didn't teach it to Boer. I didn't expect you It is really unpredictable to be able to learn the word fate!"

To this, Murong Fu could only respond with a wry smile, should he tell the sweeping monk that Wu Yazi is Wang Yuyan's grandfather? Murong Fu told the sweeping monk about such complicated and complicated past events.

After a while, the sweeping monk continued: "I have reached the peak of martial arts, but I am arrogant and do not think that I will be weaker than my father Murong Longcheng, so that year, I took Bo'er and Cang Hai returned to Canhe Village and challenged that man!"

Quietly listening to Sweeping Monk's memories, Murong Fu looked silent. Although he didn't know the result, he guessed that Sweeping Monk must have been defeated. Murong Longcheng, and it is still using Murong Longcheng's creation, such a challenge can be conceived even with the toes.

Unexpectedly, the sweeping monk took a deep breath, and a few imperceptible pains finally appeared on his face: "When I returned to Canhe Village with my wife and children, my father had long since disappeared, and I have never found his whereabouts." In the end, I had no choice but to accept it!"

Murong Fu was startled suddenly, and quickly said: "How could this happen?" The founder of Xiaoyao Sect also lost his whereabouts, and Murong Longcheng also did the same, which made Murong Fu have to think wildly.

And the sweeping monk on the side seems to be lost in memory. Although he always wanted to prove himself, but the memory has never been erased. There is still a deep father-son relationship between the sweeping monk and Murong Longcheng. As time goes by, Just like the wine getting stronger, he said after a long time: "Afterwards, I took Cang Hai and Bo'er to stay in Canhezhuang, and never set foot in the rivers and lakes again, living an ordinary life."

Hearing what Sweeping Monk said, Murong Fu was a little puzzled, if this is the case, then why did he come to Shaolin Temple?

The sweeping monk's eyes full of vicissitudes of life only glanced at Murong Fu's face, and he knew what Murong Fu was thinking, but he didn't say anything, and suddenly looked at the distant sky: "Until one day, I It was only when my martial arts had reached perfection that I realized that I was really not as good as my father, and when I thought back to the time when I tried to challenge him, I realized how out of control I was!"

"It wasn't until then that I realized where the gap between me and my father was? He was extremely talented, and he even created the inexhaustible knowledge of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, but I have been imitating what he left behind, but delusional to surpass him , So, from then on, I made up my mind to create a unique knowledge that is not weaker than the stars and stars!" Speaking of this, the voice of the sweeping monk trembled a little... (To be continued.. )