The endless Taihu Lake, the blue waves are vast, a small island falls in the lake, the mist on the island lingers, the falling flowers are colorful, like a pearl inlaid on the jade mirror. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A small boat slowly rowed in, leaning on the pine dock with a "bang", and a young man jumped off the boat, turned his head and smiled: "Azhu, thank you very much." ”

"It's an honor for Ah Zhu to serve Fang Gongzi!" Ah Zhu smiled, her big eyes slightly glowing, and she looked at Fang Haoran with a burning look.

Fang Haoran had a good mind, guessed what Azhu was thinking, and said with a smile: "You have a paragraph on your left shoulder, can't you guess your life experience?"

Duan? The only royal family surnamed Duan in this world is Dali Duan, and Azhu's identity is about to come out.

It's just that Ah Zhu didn't think about these things at this time, but his pretty face was flushed, he bit his red lips lightly, and said, "Young Master Fang...... How are you...... How do you know that Azhu is ......" trembled slightly in her heart, even Abi didn't know the words on her body, could it be that she was taken by Fang Haoran when she bathed?

Fang Haoran didn't know what she was thinking, and laughed: "Azhu, you don't care about this, go to your parents as soon as possible!"

After that, his figure flashed, and he had already entered the swallow dock.

The courtyard in Yanziwu is deep, with hundreds of houses, covering an area of dozens of acres, and it is really a big deal to be able to build such a large courtyard on this Taihu Lake.

There are not many masters in the Murong family, except for Murong Fu and the four ministers, most of them are just some family members who are slightly proficient, and Murong Bo is still in Shaolin Temple at this time.

Fang Haoran remembered that the tomb of Huanshi Water Pavilion and Murong Bo was in one place, and after a little investigation, he didn't spend too much effort to find Huanshi Water Pavilion.

A deep courtyard, a dry well, and a small two-story building.

There was no one in the courtyard, not even a housekeeper. Murong Fu was bent on getting the secret book of Wang Jialang's Fudong, but he didn't pay much attention to his own martial arts.

Pushing the door in, a huge coffin stopped in the middle of the lobby, Fang Haoran secretly let out a bad breath, turned around, and jumped directly to the second floor.

On the second floor is the bookroom dress, there are bookshelves everywhere, there are pre-Qin classics, Zhuzi Baijia, military formations, etc., these things are useless to the other party, in the palace of Lu Ding Ji I don't know how many ancient classics are collected.

Further inside, there is the secret book of martial arts. On the left and right, there are hundreds of martial arts, and even the beggar gang's dog-beating stick method has a few residual moves, Fang Haoran looked at it casually, shook his head and threw it aside.

On the opposite wall is a painting with the word Shaolin written below a light-brain monk.

On the bookshelf, Shaolin Fuhu Boxing, Luohan Boxing, King Kong Palm, and Nianhua Fingering...... Seventy-two stunts are listed one by one.

Boy!

Fang Haoran smacked his tongue secretly. You must know that when he was the emperor and ordered the Shaolin Temple to donate the secret book, he only got a few broken books, and the secret books of Shaolin were basically lost at that time.

It seems that Murong Bo has not put much thought into it over the years, and he has actually recorded a copy of all the secrets of the entire Shaolin Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but Murong Fu, this kid, looks down on his own martial arts, and he has not even come in the Shishui Pavilion over the years, otherwise he would have learned all the seventy-two stunts. Of course, it is also possible that Murong Bo had a secret injury after cultivating the seventy-two stunts, so Murong Fu was not allowed to cultivate until he found a solution.

Fang Haoran casually opened a copy of "The Secret of the Dragon's Claw" and browsed through all the records in his heart. I saw that his right hand grabbed it, like a dragon's claw like an iron hook, and easily inserted it into the wall, and grabbed a piece of the wall with five fingers like digging tofu. The Rama Nei Gong and Yi Jin Sutra he practiced were originally Buddhism's mental methods, and he used Buddhist martial arts to be mellow and free, without the slightest discomfort.

Next: Vajra Finger, Lion's Roar...... I browsed them one by one, and the sky darkened unconsciously.

"Seventy-two stunts are unfathomable, although I practice Buddhism, and I have the ability to never forget, but it is impossible to learn them all in a short time, so I still take these cheats back and read them slowly!"

Fang Haoran waved his hand, rolled up his sleeve robe, and put it into the bronze ring along with the bookshelf.

I don't know if Murong Bo will vomit blood in anger when he comes back one day and sees this scene.

Fang Haoran checked left and right, but did not find the Murong family's famous stunts: Dou Zhuan Xing Shift and Shen Hezhi.

"Could it be that the Murong family has always been a word of mouth?" Fang Haoran immediately shook his head, this is impossible. Murong Bo was only a teenager when he died, so it was impossible for him to teach by word and deed, and he must have left behind a secret book of martial arts.

Fang Haoran's gaze fell on the coffin on the first floor.

Flying dragon in the sky!

Fang Haoran jumped down and slapped down with a condescending palm.

There was a roar of the dragon and the tiger, and the power of the true qi palm exploded, and the waves of qi rolled, tearing the coffin to pieces in an instant.

Chinese people pay attention to the deceased, and most people feel that they can't avoid it when they see the coffin, but Fang Haoran does the opposite.

Sure enough, the empty coffin debris flew everywhere, and even the offering table in front of it exploded, and a tin box fell out.

It turned out that the tin box was placed under the offering table, and could only be seen when one knelt down in front of the coffin.

Fang Haoran opened the tin box, and there were really two parchment scrolls hidden inside, one was the Murong family's famous mental method "Dou Zhuan Xing Shifting" and the other was "Shen He Finger".

Fang Haoran flipped through it, and was slightly disappointed in his heart, it was indeed wonderful to change the stars, but he couldn't cultivate other mental methods when he cultivated this mental method, otherwise he would have been chaotic before he had reversed the enemy's internal force back into his own body during the fight.

Although there is no restriction on the conditions, it is far from the six-vein divine sword. Fang Haoran wants to learn the best, and this kind of chicken rib martial arts is not learned.

At this time, the movement of the Returning Shi Water Pavilion had already alarmed the family, Fang Haoran didn't stay any longer, and his figure flashed out of the courtyard, rushing towards the shore when he came.

Walking to the shore, a soft cry suddenly sounded in his ears, and Fang Haoran was alarmed in his heart.

Strike!

A bright light pierced the night, and a flame knife more than three feet long flew out from the reeds on the side, and the scorching heat ignited the dry reeds.

Before the flame long knife arrived, the fierce wave of fire had already curled Fang Haoran's hair slightly.

Fang Haoran's eyes flashed, the soft sword in his hand was in his hand, and he stabbed straight towards the flame long knife.

Bite!

With a soft roar, the soft sword instantly folded into two ends.

The flame long knife also cracked, splitting in two from the middle, turning into two scorching flame sword qi, stabbing fiercely towards Fang Haoran's chest.

Fang Haoran didn't expect it. He didn't expect that this flame long knife would be condensed by true qi, and he missed the opportunity by being attacked by someone. I had to take a few steps back, carry a reed to cross the river, and dodge the attack of the sword qi. Rao was like this, and the placket of his chest was also stained with a trace of flames, and he almost burned.

Fang Haoran has never been forced to be so embarrassed since his debut, and even his weapon has been broken. Although the soft sword is not a magic weapon, it has also accompanied him for many years and has deep feelings.

"Kanglong has regrets!"

Fang Haoran held the moon with his left hand, his right hand was like pulling a bow, his body was like a hard work that had been pulled to the extreme, his palm shook, and he shot forward violently!

Roar!

A high dragon groan rang out.

The fierce innate true qi gushed out from the palm of his hand, rolled in midair, instantly drained all the air around him, turned into a giant dragon, and swept forward.

The reeds a few zhang away in front exploded, the wind howled, the true qi was shining, and the reeds more than one person high were broken and swept up into the sky by the air waves, and the silt and aquatic plants on the ground were rolled up, as if they had been ploughed over.

The two figures jumped out in embarrassment, Fang Haoran's pupils suddenly constricted like the tip of a needle, and he lost his voice: "Azhu!"