In the Buddha Hall.

As soon as the sweeping monk raised his empty hand, Murong Fu was dragged up and sat cross-legged.

"Killing you at this time is like digging for something, but if you die, my disciple will definitely accumulate resentment and revenge in the future and take revenge on the Great Song Dynasty."

"When war breaks out again, people will be displaced, and lives will be lost, will it not be my fault?"

The sweeping monk muttered to himself, and finally sighed and slammed his palm on the back of Murong Fu's heart.

The dagger inserted in Murong Fu's heart was forced out of his body when he landed, and blood gushed out.

The sweeping monk pointed at him, and the wound immediately stopped bleeding, and then Zhongzheng's peaceful internal force surged towards Murong Fu's body.

If Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu were here, they would definitely be able to find that the internal strength of the sweeping monk was also the internal force of the Shaolin Yijin Sutra.

When the sweeping monk's internal force entered Murong Fu's body, the Northern Darkness True Qi in his dantian began to absorb the sweeping monk's internal force on its own.

"It's greedy ......" 𝙢.🅅𝙊🅳𝙩🅆.ℂ𝙤🄼

The sweeping monk let the Northern Darkness True Qi absorb his internal force, but Murong Fu's True Qi was too domineering, and after a while, even he couldn't support it.

Just when his internal strength was about to be exhausted, Murong Fu finally regained his consciousness and collected his strength in time, which did not damage the foundation of the sweeping monk.

Murong Fu didn't have time to greet him, so he immediately hugged Yuan Shouyi and began to recover.

It wasn't until dawn on the second day that he barely stabilized his injuries, after all, the dog eunuch's stab was too deep, and Murong Fu almost failed to protect his heart, and he risked his life in order to act in this scene.

As he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air from his mouth, the sweeping monk on the side also looked at him.

Murong Fu smiled proudly, "Old monk, I was almost sucked up by my master!" ”

The sweeping monk looked at him quietly, not wanting to say anything.

Murong Fu originally had no grudge against the sweeping monk, but since he learned that he had passed on his skills to Duan Yu, this resentment had become deeper again, and naturally he would not let go of every opportunity to hit him.

"Back then, the ghost lost his martial arts to Duan Yu, but now it is difficult to cultivate his skills back to the peak, so let's ask for hardship!"

The more Murong Fu spoke, the more proud he became, and he almost laughed out loud.

"You've fought each other?"

The sweeping monk was a little surprised.

"Not yet!"

Murong Fu put away his smile.

"It seems that it is still not as good as ......"

"You don't have to remember today's feelings, just take it as the old man owes you."

The sweeping monk sighed helplessly.

Murong replied, "Even if you are still fair, if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't kill you, and for the sake of you and me, I would never be polite to you." ”

He's not someone who can pretend that nothing happened after someone else calculates himself.

The sweeping monk shook his head and asked, "It's just a show, why really push yourself into a corner?" ”

The implication is to blame him for wasting his skills.

Murong Fu's eyes gradually became self-reproachful, "In order not to live up to someone!" ”

For her sake, Murong Fu could only weave one lie after another into reality, and when everything came true, she believed it, maybe even herself!

The sweeping monk didn't know much about the love between men and women, and didn't want to discuss too much about what had happened, so he asked, "When will you leave Bianjing?" ”

"Leave now, don't stop!"

"The next thing, please ask the old monk to help me act!"

As he spoke, Murong Fu adjusted his breathing, pretending to be seriously injured and dying.

At this time, the two assassins sent to assassinate had already taken them down to confess their charges, and as soon as Murong Fu left the capital, they would serve as the support of public opinion at the appropriate time.

Xiao Qi and Murong Chengze kept watch outside the house all night, and after hearing the voice of the sweeping monk, they immediately walked in.

"Master, my father ...... him"

Murong Chengze asked with red eyes.

"The residual poison in the body has been cleared, but there is a fatal wound, and the situation is not optimistic."

The sweeping monk said in a flat tone.

When Xiao Qi heard this, tears flowed from his red and swollen eyes again, and he suddenly felt very helpless.

At this time, Deng Baichuan on the side said, "The top priority is to leave Bianjing as soon as possible, since the person behind the scenes is the one in the palace, if he doesn't leave at this time, after he reacts, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave!" ”

Xiao Qi also came to his senses and decided to leave Bianjing immediately.

Deng Baichuan had already ordered someone to prepare the carriage, and several people left through the back door, and after getting into the carriage, they fled straight out of the city.

It just so happened that when they left, the people of the Imperial City Division also broke into the palace of King Yan, ostensibly to inquire about the assassination last night, but in fact, they were ordered by the official family to find out if Murong Fu was still alive.

When they saw that except for a group of subordinates in the mansion, all three members of the Yan Wang's family had disappeared, and the people of the Imperial City Division immediately went to block the city gate with the holy edict.

However, when they arrived, Murong Fu and the others had already left the city in a carriage without a trace.

With Murong's return to the city, the assassination of King Yan in the Changchun Palace last night also spread completely in the city, and even the details of the poisonous wine given by the official family were also known to the people.

This matter was not suppressed by the ministers of the court, so Huizong soon learned that rumors were spreading in the capital, all of which were unfavorable news for him.

"Bastard, who the hell got the news out of last night? Who exactly? ”

Huizong looked at the several ministers of the court standing behind him, kicked over the incense burner on the side in anger, and asked.

Several ministers were trembling, and none of them dared to speak, and they all lowered their heads.

At this time, Cui Xiangxian, the envoy of the imperial city, walked in sweating profusely, and told the news that the three members of King Yan's family had disappeared.

Huizong's face changed drastically, and there was even a hint of trepidation.

He waved his hand away from several ministers, and called Cui Xiang to the inner hall first and asked, "What do you mean to disappear?" ”

"When the subordinates sent people to the Yan Wang's mansion, they found that the Yan Wang, the Yan princess and the prince had long disappeared, and finally only found a large number of blood stains in the Buddhist hall in the backyard.

Cui Xiang first told the clues analyzed by his subordinates.

Huizong's face was ugly and said, "The ban on traffic will be opened after the fifth watch, which means that King Yan is either still in the city, or he will leave the city as soon as the curfew is lifted?" ”

Speaking of this, his eyes when he looked at Cui Xiangxian became unkind.

Cui Xiangxian's heart jumped, and he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Weichen has ordered someone to close the city gate and start the whole city to search for the whereabouts of King Yan, as long as King Yan is still in the city, my Imperial City Division will definitely be able to find him again." ”

Huizong was furious when he heard this, and directly kicked him to the ground, and scolded angrily, "Idiot, rice bucket, you are eager to make trouble in the city, do you know it?" ”

"Do you want Murong Fu to stay in the capital like you idiots?"

Cui Xiangxian came to his senses at this time, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and said, "Weichen understands, Weichen will send people to guard the various passes leading to Yanbei and strictly check the whereabouts of King Yan." ”

"What are you doing? Why don't you go soon? ”

Huizong was furious, and at the same time he was terrified, and he felt a kind of uneasiness about letting the tiger return to the mountain.