Back in the room, Murong Fu was a little worried.

Murong Bo's son's move came too quickly, and at present, his own strength in the past ten years may not be enough to deal with it.

It looks like it's going to be a risky move.

However, things still have to be done one by one, Murong Fu took out the painting scroll from his arms, and walked Ling Bo in the room.

The two painting scrolls, Murong Fu, did not dare to leave his body for a while.

The three major exercise thieves all have something to do with him, a cheap father, a sanctimonious villain, and a stupid old man who was forced to become an enemy.

If any of these three people were to look at it, it would be a huge trouble.

Murong Fu practiced Ling Bo Weibu and didn't dare to go fast, and the painting only said that he needed to use the Northern Spiritual Skill to take people's internal strength, and the internal strength was quite deep and practiced again.

It's just that Murong Fu can't be sure how to be considered "quite profound".

Murong Fu had already memorized the direction of the I Ching, and he was not afraid of making mistakes in practicing against the scroll, but he was afraid of getting to the point where he couldn't act like Duan Yu.

At that time, exposing the painting scroll is the trouble.

The footwork drawn by the scroll was more than 1,700 steps, but Murong Fu walked for an hour in succession.

At this time, I realized that my skills had improved again, and I also knew that my current skills were enough to support Ling Bo's practice of microstepping.

Putting the scroll in his arms, Murong Fu let go of his speed and walked a few more laps, at this time he was no longer cautious, and it only took a few minutes to complete the journey.

The power has also increased significantly.

At dawn the next day, the group set off back to Gusu, not like when they came, and the speed was much faster.

But there are disadvantages of being fast, the road is quite bumpy, Wang Yuyan is wilting at this time, not as lively as when she came.

Fortunately, the land journey was not too long, and in the afternoon, the carriages and horses were replaced by building boats and went down the river.

For three days in a row, Murong Fu practiced Ling Bo micro-steps in the cabin, and his skills grew day by day.

On this day, when he arrived near Yangzhou, he stopped the ship for supplies, and when the thunder was not moving, the otaku Murong Fu got off the ship abruptly.

"Third Brother Bao, Fourth Brother Feng, you escort Yu Yan back to Gusu, I have something important to go north."

"This ...... Son, it's almost Taihu Lake, why don't you pass through the door and not enter? ”

"A few days soon, a month if it's slow, and I'll be back."

did not answer Bao Wei's question, turned back to the cabin and said goodbye to Wang Yuyan and the girls.

……

Drum Mountain, deaf and dumb valley.

There are no beautiful mountains and rivers, birds and flowers, only an elegant courtyard is located in front of the mountain wall.

"Gusu Murong Fu begged to see Mr. Congwen."

There was no answer, and the old man was still pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Murong Fu was not in a hurry, walked into the courtyard by himself, and sat down on the stone bench. The bluestone table in front of me is criss-crossed, carved with a chessboard, and the chess pieces on the table are black and white, which is the Zhenlong chess game.

Although no one greeted him, Murong Fu could feel that several eyes fell on him.

Most of them must have been monitored by Ding Chunqiu.

As a villain with dreams and pursuits, what Ding Laowei wants most is the magic books of the Carefree School.

Su Xinghe escaped by threatening death and pretending to be deaf and dumb, but it is impossible to be let go easily, and it is normal to live under surveillance.

Looking at the chess game in front of him, Murong Fu calculated in his heart, self-destructing the big dragon, and after twenty-one hands, he could win half a game.

Under the elite education of Murong Fu, he knew all the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the memory of the two worlds was one, his thinking was open, and his chess skills increased unabated.

Knowing the solution to the problem of putting death and resurrection, it is natural that you can easily break the game.

But Murong Fu didn't crack it, but sat for a few minutes, looking at the layout of the courtyard, sitting on this stone bench, the distant and near things, all of which are exquisite, and there are quite similarities with the things learned in the hearts of later generations, and it seems that it is also part of the test of Zhenlong's chess game.

After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly had his hand in his hand and smashed the bluestone with one palm.

And the back is like a madness, the fists and palms are alternate, the palm power is in all directions, and the stones in the courtyard are scattered and dusty.

At this moment, a deaf and dumb old servant walked into the courtyard with a bucket, and was startled when he saw this scene, and sat down on the ground.

Murong Fu also pretended to be unconscious and fell in the courtyard.

The old servant didn't have any martial arts, so he didn't dare to come closer, so he shuddered and bypassed Murong Fu, ran into the house and pulled Mr. Su Xinghe out.

In fact, at this time, if it was really a deaf and dumb person, he would have run out a long time ago, after all, the vibration of falling rocks to the ground is something that ordinary people can also feel.

Because the people of the valley have their own thoughts, they have no doubts.

Su Xinghe frowned and looked at the scene in the courtyard, his heart was uncertain, Murong Fu's previous actions were clear in his heart, but because of this, he also knew that Murong Fu's performance was different from those who challenged Zhenlong's chess game in the past.

But he could only pretend not to know, slowly approached Murong Fu, and stretched out his hand to check Murong Fu's pulse.

Just put on Murong Fu's wrist, but there was an extra paper ball in his hand, Su Xinghe's face changed slightly, and he covered it up again.

Covered by the dust flying all over the courtyard, no one noticed the small movements of the two.

Both of them are not bad at acting, one pretends to be groomed, and the other wakes up.

Murong Fu arched his hand and said, "Thank you, Mr. Cong Bian, for your wonderful treatment." Murong Fu was a shallow learner and was confused by the chess game. How offended. ”

Su Xinghe put his hands in his sleeves and ignored them. The old servant next to him stepped forward and gestured, signaling that neither he nor Su Xinghe could hear or speak.

"It doesn't matter, I'm abrupt." Murong Fu smiled, knowing that this old servant was really dumb, but he had the ability to read lips similarly. "In this way, it is inconvenient for me to stay for a long time, and I hope that my husband will convey his apologies for me."

After that, he gave up his hands and left.

Su Xinghe turned back to the house and quietly opened the paper ball in his hand, his eyes were inexplicably frightened.

Out of the Drum Mountain Boundary, the feeling of being stared at gradually disappeared.

Murong Fu secretly sneered, as long as Ding Chunqiu did not appear, there were few people in the Drum Mountain at this time who were a threat to him.

When he returned to his place where he had stayed, he tied his horse, had eaten and drunk enough, and lay down to rest.

……

Murong Fu slept until the dead of night, and the sound of beating in the town came, and it was already the time for people to settle.

After concentrating on the investigation and making sure that no one was secretly peeping, he got up and came out, cast Ling Bo micro steps, and ran towards the deaf and dumb valley of the Drum Mountain.

After running for an hour and a half, he reached the ground, avoided the eyes and ears of others, took advantage of the cloud shadow in front of the moon, and flew into Su Xinghe's wooden house.

"After the end of school, I have seen Su seniors."

Su Xinghe received a paper ball from Murong Fu during the day, and there were eight words on it: When you are ugly, you ask to see Mr. Weidu.

At this time, he had already sat on the edge of the bed and waited for a long time, looking at Murong Fu, that is, he did not drive away, and he did not pay attention to it.

Murong Fu knew in his heart that it was not enough to win the trust of an old man who had endured for 30 years and kept silent.

"Senior Su, you don't have to be so guarded, there is no malice in the bottom, and the appointment is made late at night, just to avoid the eyes and ears of others. In Xia Yin Yang Mistake and the Xiaoyao faction have some origins, Mr. Zhi Cong is the big disciple of the Xiaoyao faction, and he came to visit. ”

Su Xinghe was shocked when he heard this, he couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb, and his lowered voice was full of shock: "How did you know?" ”

"Don't be surprised, seniors, as I said below, it's just a chance meeting, and there are some origins."

Murong Fu accosted Su Xinghe while concentrating on the location of Wu Yazi.

"Murong Gongzi, I haven't spoken for more than 30 years, and today I swear to open my mouth, dare to ask what Gongzi is trying to do?" When he spoke, he was already secretly on guard.

Murong Fubei's Shengong was close to his body, his five senses were keen, and he immediately felt the change, took half a step back, and said with a smile: "Senior, in terms of martial arts, it is far inferior, not to mention avoiding people's eyes and ears to come here, and I don't want to expose it, it's better not to use force." ”

Su Xinghe also had some scruples, but he was already angry in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about him, why did you come?" ”

Murong Fu knew that he couldn't play dumb riddles anymore, and after weighing it, he felt that it was better to speak bluntly. So he said: "Don't dare to deceive your predecessors, how did I learn about the Xiaoyao faction, it's really inconvenient to tell you." And this time I came to ask to see the seniors, so as to see the seniors and respect the teacher, and also asked the seniors to introduce them. ”

Su Xinghe set off a turbulent wave in his heart, and he could hardly suppress the idea of making a move.

After a pause, he still said: "Murong Gongzi, my master has already passed away, but Gongzi has gone in vain this time." ”