Yanziwu, Shenhezhuang, Murong Fu looked at the coffin in the hall with a gloomy face, the look in his eyes was very complicated, there was sadness, regret, sorrow, but there was also a hint of joy, after a long time, he turned his head and asked in a deep voice to the girl standing outside the door: "Abi, how did my father die?" ”

Ah Bi lowered her head and replied in a low voice: "The slave and maid don't know, that day Mo Gongzi came back with the body of the master, and only instructed the slave and maid to prepare a good coffin to hold the body of the master, and then send the body and a letter back to Yanziwu, and the other things, the slave and maid are not very clear, but according to Mo Gongzi, the master and Xiao Yuanshan died together-"

"Hmph, Master Mo!" Hearing this name, Murong Fu snorted coldly, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and then glared at Ah Bi, "I can't see that you are quite respectful to him!" ”

Ah Bi hurriedly shook her head and explained: "The slave maid doesn't dare, the slave maid has always been loyal to the Murong family, and the little maid has never forgotten jì when she saved her life, and this time it's just-"

"That's it!" Murong Fu waved his hand impatiently, "Just remember which side you are, don't be deceived by that kid just because he handed you a little martial arts!" If you knew what you had done all along, the boy would never let you go. ”

When Abi came back this time, Murong Fu found that she also had good martial arts, and after inquiry, he learned from her that Mo Wen did not hesitate to spend his own internal strength to empower her and promote her cultivation. It is important to know that this method is not something that everyone can do, because it will deplete the practitioner's cultivation, and second, the internal force that is forcibly instilled does not match oneself. It's easy to go crazy, but with the peerless knowledge of the Northern Spiritual Skill, these two points are naturally not difficult for that Mo Gongzi. Therefore, Abi has a good cultivation in just over a year without seeing him, and Murong Fu naturally does not forget to knock one or two and warn him while envious, but the relationship between them for many years, and the grace of taking care of him when he was a child, he still has no doubts about the loyalty of this servant girl.

At this time, Deng Baichuan also walked over from the back of the hall with a sad face. He hugged his fist at Murong Fu, "Childe! He opened his mouth to say something.

Murong Fu interrupted him and asked expressionlessly, "What happened to the result?" ”

Deng Baichuan took a deep breath. Then he said slowly: "The old master has more than ten wounds on his body, the most severe are the three injuries on his chest, left leg and the top of his head, among which the left leg has been smashed by someone with a fist similar to Wei Tuo's pestle, and the wounds are not recognizable. The chest and the top of the head are like Shaolin-like palms. Among them, the top of the head is a fatal wound, and he is killed with one palm, and the person who killed the old family master has good internal strength. ”

"Are there any traces of other martial arts?"

Deng Baichuan shook his head.

"Really? I know! Murong Fu lowered his head and turned his back to him, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Childe!" Deng Baichuan was a little anxious, "The old master's death is not clear, we can't count it like this-"

"Take it and see!" Murong Fu returned his hand and handed him a letter.

Deng Baichuan took it apart and took a look, only to see that it was written: "Murong Gongzi respects Qi: In the past, he worked with Ling Zun to kill Xiao Thief." I don't want the thief to be fierce, so I will not retreat for the safety of the Murong family. In the end, Mo had the trust of his son, and it was difficult to redeem his responsibilities when he died, so he had no face to see each other, so he could only ask the little maid to help him and return it, and attached a funeral million, and hoped that the son would mourn. - Mo Wen respectfully. ”

"Ridiculous!" Deng Baichuan was furious and tore the letter to shreds, "The old master is dead, but that kid is safe, and now he wants to get rid of the relationship with a letter and a few things, how can there be such a good thing!" Childe, we can't just forget it, you must avenge the old master! ”

Murong Fu was silent and did not react in the slightest.

Seeing this, Deng Baichuan felt a chill in his heart, and said with a little crying: "Son! ――”

Murong Fu shook his head, "This matter is over," and then said to Ah Bi: "Ah Bi, you go back and tell me Mo Wen, my father's death has nothing to do with him, and my Murong family still treats him as a friend." ”

Deng Baichuan couldn't believe his ears, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Murong Fu tremblingly, "Childe, how can you do this!" Instead of avenging the old master, he and the thief—"

Murong Fu suddenly turned around, stared at Deng Baichuan deadly, and asked in a cold voice, "Otherwise, what are you going to do?" Do you have any evidence that he killed your father? ”

"Me! - "Deng Baichuan's tone was stagnant, Murong Bo's injuries were all caused by Shaolin exercises, but Mo Wen had never performed such martial arts.

"And even if he kills him, you and I plus Gongye Qian, do you think you can keep this person?"

"If you can't kill him, you have to wonder if he will go around destroying our great cause of restoring the country?"

"Even if you kill him by luck, you know how much strength the master behind him has, can my Murong family afford their revenge!"

Murong Fu pressed towards Deng Baichuan step by step, and asked without stopping in his mouth.

"Me! - Deng Baichuan took a few steps back, but was speechless, and finally looked at Murong Fu's eyes were red, and shouted: "But the old master died unjustly!" His martial arts are world-famous, but that's it," said the dozens of years old, but tears flowed.

Murong Fu took a deep breath and said slowly: "Now that the restoration of the country is the most important, once the great cause of restoration is successful, I, Murong Fu, will definitely raise troops to destroy his Xiaoyao faction, no matter whether my father's death has anything to do with him or not, I will uproot the Xiaoyao faction and break that little beast into pieces!" ”

Looking at Murong Fu, who gritted his teeth, Deng Baichuan found that he could no longer see through this son, unlike the arrogant and reckless son before, the son at this time is more like a tyrant who will do anything for big things.

It stands to reason that looking at such a son, he should be gratified, only such a person can shoulder the restoration of Dayan, but now Deng Baichuan only feels a chill, if one day he is killed, will the son leave his death behind because of a sentence of the great cause of recovering the country.

Thinking like this, looking at Murong Fu's eyes was a little distant-

In an inn in Luoyang City, a young man in white was eating in his room, only to see that he was seventeen or eighteen years old, but his appearance was extremely handsome, at this time he was sipping wine, suddenly his action was a meal, slowly put down the wine glass, and said with a smile: "Even Lao Tzu was killed, I can bear it, Murong Fu, I really underestimated you, in vain I deliberately used Xiao Wuxianggong to simulate seventy-two stunts, it is estimated that even if you see that Murong Bo was killed by me, you will not make a move!" If I hadn't intervened, you might have been able to successfully restore the country, but with your current mentality, your lifelong martial arts will be like this! ”

After repeating Murong Fu's name a few times, the boy just smiled, and then he didn't take it to heart anymore, and instead focused on the other two people in the room.

One of them, dressed in purple, petite, beautiful and pretty, with an elven face, was standing there respectfully at this time, with a small red toad crawling on his shoulder, but the girl was unconscious, a pair of big eyes were rolling around, but there was no fear, I don't know what I was thinking, my face was red, and I showed a little expectation.

Behind her was a very fat monk, short in stature, like a big ball of meat, trembling at this time holding a wine gourd, his hands were already frozen purple and blue, but he didn't dare to let go, but quietly squinted at the girl with his eyes, his face was full of panic.

"Ah Zi, I remember that I only asked you to go to the Ejian Minzhong Temple to get the ice silkworm back, but I didn't ask you to bring a monk back." Mo Wen looked at Ah Zi, who was standing respectfully in front of him, and suddenly said lightly.

"Yes!" Ah Zi nodded, but suddenly turned around and slapped his palm on the monk's head, beating him on the spot until his brain was shattered and he fell to the ground in anger.

Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed the gourd, held it with both hands and handed it to Mo Wen, and then said coquettishly: "Master, this gourd with ice silkworms is too cold, people can't hold it!" I had to ask this monk to come with me, and you don't want to punish others! ”

Mo Wen frowned when he looked at the dead monk on the ground, not because of Ah Zi's thirst for killing, but because he soiled the place where he lived, and suddenly he died, it was not too big or too small for him to be a trouble, but in a blink of an eye, he put this matter behind him, and reached out to take the gourd handed by Ah Zi. (To be continued......)