Gusu South Murong

"This strength..."

Murong Tuo and Murong Ze not far away looked at each other, with deep horror in their eyes, although his current martial arts is not high, but at least he has cultivated his family's internal skills to the second level, and the two of them joined forces to strike, But being scattered by the person in front of him at will, how terrifying is this strength?

Hearing this sudden voice reverberating across the sky, the monk holding the precept who was about to make a move was also taken aback for a moment, together with the two brothers Murong Tuo and Murong Ze who were frowning, the three of them also followed the direction of the sound. go.

From behind the tree came a monk in a gray cloth robe and a bright red cassock, with big ears, thick eyebrows and big eyes, turned up nostrils, protruding ears, thick lips, ugly but dignified!

There are various emotions in the eyes of Murong Tuo and Murong Ze. Looking at the sudden appearance of the figure, it is just such a plain and strange face, but in their gaze, it is as vast as a mountain... [

"Abbot!"

The eyes of the monastic monk stayed on the figure in extreme astonishment, and after a while, the original doubtful mood suddenly became excited.

"You go down first, and leave these two little benefactors to me!" Seeing the stunned expression of the monk holding the precepts, the abbot of Shaolin smiled and said kindly to him.

The precept-holding monk stood aside, secretly looking at the abbot in front of him who led Shaolin back to its glory again, a touch of excitement flashed across his eyes, as the master of a temple, and at the same time a top master in the world, naturally, the precept-holding monk's With respect in his heart, he put his hands together and said solemnly, "Yes, abbot!"

After the monk keeping the precepts went away, there was silence in the venue, Murong Tuo and Murong Ze were frightened by the surrounding situation and dared not speak for a while.Suddenly he heard the Abbot of Shaolin on the opposite side say: "You two little benefactors, how is benefactor Murong doing recently?"

"I don't know how the abbot knew my father's surname?" Murong Tuo's eyes flashed doubts. Although his face looked a little calm, his tone of voice also showed the shock and doubts in his heart: "This letter on swords is written by my father. We leave it to you!"

After Murong Tuo handed the post to Abbot Shaolin, Abbot Shaolin also took it slowly, without too many other emotions on his face.Just a flash of memory in his eyes!

"Your father and I are old acquaintances, you don't have to be so cautious? Just now, the poor monk can guess that you are the descendants of Murong benefactor from the sword skills you used and the extremely similar appearance!"

Woke up from the memory.Abbot Shaolin saw the slightly tense bodies of the two, but he smiled slightly, and there seemed to be a kind of magic power in his words, which made the two of them feel indescribably peaceful.

Hearing this, Murong Ze licked his lips, then smiled, and finally couldn't help but said: "So the abbot and my father are also good friends. I don't know what to call the abbot?"

"The poor monk's dharma name is Xu Zhu!" Abbot Shaolin seemed to have seen the thoughts of the two of them, but he didn't care too much, and said with a slight smile.

Hearing these words, both Murong Tuo and Murong Ze were startled.Immediately, his eyes suddenly lit up: "The abbot is so powerful in martial arts, so I don't know who is better than my father..."

While speaking, there was a look of envy in his eyes.It is worthy of being a peerless master who once fought against father, even with such a light wave.Still have such a terrifying ability, which is very attractive to them right now.

"No, no, Master Tuo and Master Ze don't know something. Although Abbot Xu Zhu's martial arts are powerful, he's not as good as my young master? Hahaha!"

Just when Xu Zhu was about to speak, suddenly there was a laughter resounding from the sky, and then a figure slowly descended, appearing in everyone's eyes.

Looking at the smiling figure, everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then Murong Tuo and Murong Ze smiled pleasantly: "Uncle Bao, Uncle Feng, are you all here?"

"Of course, you really think that sister Yuyan and sister Abi are so relieved to let you go out alone?" One person flew to the side of the two, wrapped the long sword in his chest with his left arm, and let out a haha Said: "On this journey, you and I did not exhaust you, Uncle Feng!"

Feng Bo'e's figure also jumped down, appeared beside Bao Tongtong and said with a smile, "Not only us, but also Young Master, Miss Yuyan, and Miss Abi are here too!"

Hearing these familiar and symbolic words, Xuzhu Gujingbo also had a smile on his face, turned around slightly, and said with a smile on his face: "It turns out that Mr. Bao San, and a gust of wind in the south of the Yangtze River, Mr. Feng Si, you two, stay safe!" [

Bao BuTong didn't regard himself as an outsider, waved his hands, then looked up at Xu Zhu, and said brazenly: "Unexpectedly, the little monk back then is now the head abbot of Shaolin School?"

Hearing this, Xu Zhu on the opposite side shook his head in embarrassment, he was also extremely resentful towards Bao Dongfang's character, he clasped his hands together towards Bao Dongdong and the trouble, and said with a smile: "You two haven't seen each other for many years, don't be ill! "

"For more than ten years, I don't know how the Abbot Xu Zhu's martial arts are. Come, come and fight with me, Lao Feng..." Looking at Xu Zhu's face that is much more mature than ten years ago, the turmoil is also evil. Can't help but smile, said.

Seeing the vicious turmoil that is eager to try, Xu Zhu's complexion also changes a little, he is also quite grateful for this fighting maniac, Xu Zhu said with a bitter smile: "Murong benefactor's sword discussion invitation has been received, please go back and tell Murong benefactor, Half a month later, the poor monk will definitely arrive at the Guangmingding Lunjian!"

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In a remote place outside the Sutra Pavilion, under the old locust tree of unknown age, there is a seat and three dilapidated teacups, which gently swallow clouds and mist, exuding a refreshing and refreshing heat.

"It seems that you have also stepped into the realm of the master..."

The sweeping monk's eyes, as deep as a black hole, swept across Murong Fu's body. With this one glance, he saw Murong Fu's inside and outside. He smiled slightly, nodded slowly, and said: "I think back then when I was your age, I was far inferior. Even my father may not be as talented as you!"

Murong Fu smiled softly, with his black hair scattered on his shoulders, he looked extraordinarily free and easy. In the past 15 years, the years have not left a trace on his body.Instead, like fine wine, it became more and more mellow.

With the eyesight of the monk Esau, he can naturally see his depth, so he nodded at the moment!

Hearing the words of the sweeping monk, Murong Bo's eyes on the side suddenly showed a little horror. At Murong Fu's age, he is probably only qualified to be promoted to a top master, with such a speed of improvement.It was simply too terrifying, but after the look of horror, there was an indescribable sense of pride!

Because this person who is talented enough to surpass the ancestors of Longcheng is his son...

Afterwards, Wang Yuyan and Abi also brought the two brothers Murongtuo and Murongze here.Pointing to the sweeping monk and Murong Bo in front, he patted their heads lightly, and said softly: "Your father is talking with your grandfather and great-grandfather over there!"

Hearing this, Murong Tuo and Murong Ze's big black eyes flickered with surprise, then blinked immediately, and looked at their mother with some hesitation, waiting for the latter to smile and nod.Just now he ran towards Murong Fu.

"Daddy!" "Grandfather!" "Great-grandfather!"

Under the locust tree, Murong Fu, Murong Bo and the sweeping monk naturally heard these two voices, their old faces were full of astonishment.After a moment of silence, the voices of the two suddenly came out as if they had made an agreement: "This is... your son?"

Seeing the appearance of the two old men, Murong Fu couldn't help but nodded with a smile.Looking at the old faces of the two, there was a smile of joy from the heart.Murong Fu also has to sigh, no matter how powerful their strength is, there is always a special feeling of liking in their hearts.

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I don't know how far away from here, the magnificent Dali Palace!

A figure stood quietly in the courtyard, with black hair slightly tied up, and a gentle smile on his face, which made people feel like a spring breeze. This figure was naturally Duan Yu who defeated Gao Shengtai and regained the throne of Dali back then! [

Suddenly, Duan Yu slowly opened his eyes, and the next moment, his figure appeared a few feet away, and he stepped out suddenly with small steps. The faster he walked, the faster he went, the narrow courtyard was full of afterimages left by him.

In an instant, his hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, with six fingers fluttering, going one to another, and for a while, the six-meridian swordsmanship of Shaoshang, Shangyang, Zhongchong, Guanchong, Shaochong, and Shaoze danced in a row, endlessly, and the people in the courtyard The leaves fell all over the sky under his swordsmanship.

The sword stopped, Duan Yu looked at the distant sky, stood still, and after a long time, he murmured softly: "15 years, Mr. Murong, our deadline is finally coming, I have waited too long for this battle... "

Duan Yu's voice became softer as he spoke, when he said the word 'this battle', it was like a mosquito whispering, which was almost inaudible. When the sentence was finished, the courtyard was empty, where Duan Yu's figure?

What's even more strange is that the fallen leaves were flying all over the sky just now, but the ground at this time is not as messy as imagined, but the three big characters 'Murong Fu' are left in quite a surprise!

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"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

A huge dragon condensed from inner energy suddenly flew into the distance. Wherever the dragon-shaped inner energy went, the surrounding stone walls were directly shattered, turning into pure stone chips and flying away. Wherever it went, the boulder exploded , The momentum is extremely vast!

"laugh!"

After a long time, the man's eyes opened, and a ray of light that seemed to be real flashed by, and the light shot out. After a while, it slowly subsided, but there was a tinge of horror in the man's originally dark eyes, which was an inexplicable feeling. Domineering!

"call……"

A mouthful of fiery turbid air was slowly sprayed out along his throat. Feeling the extreme joy in his body, he couldn't restrain himself at the moment. Immediately, there was a loud shout of joy in the sofa, suddenly From its mouth, a long whistle came out.

The howling sound was like thunder, rolling endlessly outside the fortress, shaking the comfortable cattle and sheep around them all trembling.

"Haha, happy, Mr. Murong, Xiao is looking forward to the battle in half a month!"

Xiao Feng laughed loudly, his body stood up straight, and the domineering aura that came forward, like a violent storm, swept out from his body...

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Inside the Great Song Palace!

There is a simple and neat wooden table in a hall where civil servants record classics. Behind the wooden table, there is a man in a robe sitting quietly. The man's elbows are shaking slightly. The person in front of him On the book, there are big, powerful characters that penetrate the back of the paper one by one, swaying them quickly, and between the lines, a murderous intent rushes towards the face!

Afterwards, the man lightly placed the writing brush in his hand on the table, raised his head slightly, and his long hair like a waterfall poured down, revealing an extremely indifferent face. One is a glaring arrow wound.

"After 15 years, it seems that my chance is coming soon, Murong Fu, I look forward to seeing you and me again..."

ps: At this point, I think everyone should understand the plot behind it, so I won’t say much. Here, the corner will use its own attitude to describe the final splendor of [Gusu Nan Murong] for everyone. Let’s wait and see!