Gusu South Murong

() The withered yellow that rotates all over the sky draws the track of changing seasons. It is late autumn at this time. Under the falling leaves all over the sky, Shenhezhuang is more and more tall and straight. Like his master, it is a A free and easy and aloof that doesn't need anything to decorate.

On the attic of Canhe Village, Murong Fu stood leaning on the railing, watching the autumn wind sweeping through the Canhe Village, the leaves fell one after another, withered and yellow leaves, one piece or two, floated lightly on the lake, like countless boats, slowly following the wind. Swing away, feeling slightly in my heart. The prosperity of <, the enthusiasm of summer, no longer chasing glitz and praise, but quietly and quietly blending into a faint autumn light. If we talk about the rivers and lakes, it is the circulation of the four seasons. Famous in the rivers and lakes, the indifferent heart is like summer, autumn and winter, it is eternal and unchanging.

Murong Fu has a clear view of the Jianghu, the Jianghu is a field of chasing fame and fortune, and it is also an abyss of crime. It is to chase those fame and fortune by all means, but they will eventually grow old, and a new generation will replace the old ones. At that time, it is too late to think of being indifferent.

"So what if I can see clearly? Fate is my destiny, can I forget each other in the Jianghu?" The cold wind gently blows over Murong Fu's cheeks, as if responding to him.

With long hair slicked over the sideburns, Murong Fu said softly: "The world is out of my generation, and it's time to remind you once you enter the rivers and lakes. In the jokes and talks of Hongtu Dominance, you can't live a drunk life!"

"Well said, well said, what a situation in the world came out of my generation, and I was reminded by the years when I entered the rivers and lakes. What a grand plan and domineering joke, I can't live a drunk life! Mr. Murong is the first young monk to admire besides old Mr. Murong. people." Jiumozhi on the side also went up to the attic of Canhe Village at some point.

Murong Fu didn't seem to hear Jiumozhi's words, and without turning his head, he said quietly: "Those generation after generation of tyrants and heroes who were famous all over the world in the past, the dominance they created with all their life, gradually turned into Loess. After thousands of years, what is left in the world?"

Jiumozhi clapped his hands and smiled: "Mr. Murong is indifferent to fame and fortune!"

At this time Murong Fu turned his head to look at Jiumozhi, but said with a smile: "Master, you have left the Huanshishui Pavilion? It must be that you have improved your martial arts."

Jiumozhi smiled slightly, and the two chatted freely on the attic of Canhezhuang. Sometimes the sympathy between men is very simple. In this way, Jiumozhi was impressed by Murong Fu's bearing and freedom, while Murong Fu Fu himself had more liking for Jiumozhi than dislike, but the two gradually became friends, talking about martial arts, Buddhism and Taoism, customs and customs of various places, Jiumozhi actually felt like seeing each other late .

Time passed slowly, Jiumozhi clasped his palms together towards Murong Fu and said, "I've been bothering Mr. Murong for a long time, but this little monk is here to say goodbye."

Murong Fu smiled and said: "It's too late to meet Master this time, even if Master has something to do, then Murong Fu will not stay with Master anymore, you can come to Hezhuang for a sit-down when you have time."

"Sure, I'm always thinking about Mr. Murong's treasure house of martial arts." After speaking, he and Murong Fu looked at each other and smiled, and the two couldn't help laughing.

"Take care!" Murong Fu clasped his fists at Jiumozhi, Jiumozhi laughed and jumped down from the attic, a few flashes, although not as elegant as Murong Fu's lightness kung fu, but practical enough, disappeared in the blink of an eye It was within Murong Fu's sight.

After Jiumozhi left, the four great ministers Deng Baichuan, Feng Bo'e and Bao Tong went upstairs one after another, Deng Baichuan looked at Murong Fu and said, "My lord, are you deliberately befriending that foreign monk this time?"

Murong Fu stopped and said: "I had a very happy conversation with Master Jiumozhi, there is no falsehood."

The fighting enthusiast, Feng Bo, said with a wicked smile: "Young master's strength has improved by leaps and bounds in recent years. In these years, you may not have made a move. I didn't expect that your master's attack could actually hurt that monk."

Ever since Murong Fu learned how to fight, he rarely fought in front of Feng Bo E and others, but the battle between Murong Fu and Jiumozhi a few days ago made them deeply feel the difference in Dao, that is the battle of top powerhouses, they It's too far off.

Murong Fu said with a smile: "Actually, I already lost that battle. Jumozhi's strength can't be compared with anyone in the Jianghu. The price of serious injuries, so I still lost that battle."

Bao BuTong stroked his beard and smiled: "No, it's not. Don't forget, young master. At this time, young master is not yet [-] years old, and he has such a record. Even the master of the year dare not say that in the young master's life. Year-old fought against a top-notch top powerhouse and wounded him."

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Brother Deng and Second Brother Gongye are already first-rate fighters, but Third Brother Bao and Fourth Brother Feng are still second-rate fighters. It's time to be honest and work harder."

In the original book, Bao BuTong and Feng BoE's martial arts are indeed not very good, but at this moment Murong Fu opened the back door to the four great ministers, and also practiced with them all the secret books of Shi Shui Pavilion. You can also ask yourself what you don't understand, and often give pointers. These two people are still hovering between second-rate warriors and first-rate warriors.

Feng Bo'e was scratching his head in embarrassment and didn't know what to say, but this guy only liked to fight at all, and would put martial arts in his heart even if there was a fight, but at this time it was still much stronger than the original book.

Bao BuTong worked a lot harder, maybe it was a matter of aptitude, maybe it was a matter of age, at this time he had half a foot in the ranks of a first-rate warrior, and given him a period of time, it would not be a problem to become a first-rate warrior.

Looking at the two helplessly, Murong Fu turned around and stopped talking, and continued to look at the sea of ​​clouds. His ears moved suddenly, and he heard the sound of going upstairs. Sure enough, Gong Ye came up the stairs and said: "My lord, what's ahead The servants of Gusu City sent a message that two groups of people came to Shenhe Village by boat one after another."

Although Murong Fu didn't turn his head back, he heard Gong Yegan's words and thought to himself, two groups?at this time?That's right, that's right, it should be Yao Bodang from Qinjiazhai in Yunzhou and Sima Lin from Qingcheng faction.

Without turning back, he said calmly: "Brother Bao, Brother Feng, my injuries haven't recovered yet, so I need you two to bring the leaders of those two gangs over to see me. There are countless jumping clowns. After killing this batch, there will be the next batch. I will clarify this matter and let them come to see me. All grievances will be resolved here, but those gang of jumping clowns dare to come to me to participate in Hezhuang. , teach them a lesson."

Feng Bo'e had a happy face, and said with a smile: "This Feng Bo'e likes it, don't worry, young master, just leave it to me. I promise to handle this matter properly, and I will teach them an unforgettable lesson."

Bao BuTong takes pleasure in bumping into others, except for Murong Fu and Deng Baichuan, this idiot has never seen anyone he dared not contradict, he only heard him say: "No, no, fourth brother, you didn't listen Is it me, Mr. Bao San, that the young master said first? Just let me watch from the side."

At this time, Deng Baichuan showed his aura of the boss, and said seriously: "Third brother, fourth brother, don't you hurry up?"

The two of them were not bickering anymore, they bowed to Murong Fu and said: "My lord, let's go now."

Murong Fu leaned on the railing and looked at him, thinking, if it is true that we can forget each other in the world, how great would it be?