"The boat family, the little monk is a friend of Mr. Murong Bo, the head of the Murong family in Gusu, and he wants to go to Shenhe Village to worship his old friend! If you know where Shenhezhuang is, you might as well give us a ride, and the little monk will be thanked! ”

When the boat swept away the blue waves and sailed leisurely to the shore, Gu Mozhi shouted again.

He is the national teacher of Tubo, the king of Dalun Ming, and he is also in his forties, but no matter who he faces, he calls himself a "little monk" to show his humility.

Of course, the actual style is another matter.

When Abi heard him shouting, he suddenly sighed lightly and said in surprise:

"Is that great monk a friend of the old master? He's here to worship the old master? ”

Murong Fu chuckled:

"Maybe. Perhaps, he also brought a sincere sacrifice. ”

As he spoke, he took off his hat, got up and sat on the bow of the boat, and looked at the four people on the shore.

Among the four, the most eye-catching is Gu Mozhi.

He was dressed in a yellow robe, his face was full of brilliance, faintly seemed to have a treasure light flowing, just like a pearl and jade, naturally shining, looking at it is indeed a Taoist monk's temperament, no wonder he can be worshiped as a national teacher by the lord of Tubo.

The young man in green shirt next to Gu Mozhi looks eighteen or nineteen years old, handsome in appearance, and has a gentle temperament, which is obviously Duan Yu.

As for the other two wearing filial piety clothes, one is a tall middle-aged man, and the other is a short and thin little old man who lives like a tuberculosis ghost. Murong Fu didn't remember who these two people were, and only guessed from their clothes that these two might really come to seek revenge from the Murong family.

In fact, if you are serious, except for the death of the beggar Ma Dayuan, who has nothing to do with the Murong family, the other few people who died under their respective fame skills seem to have been killed by the people of the Murong family.

Not surprisingly, the murderer should be Murong Bo.

As soon as he thought of Murong Bo, Murong Fu's heart felt a pang.

Murong Bo is known for his wisdom, but he is actually very smart. But where would anyone with a little political wisdom and a little understanding of rebel tactics come up with such a genius idea of using the disputes of martial arts people to provoke a war between the two great powers?

It's just enough to come up with this kind of trickery, what did Murong Bo do after that?

He cheated to death and went to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts!

It also claimed to raise funds for rebellion and robbed everywhere. It's just a robbery, and he also uses the method of "using the way of the other to give back to the other" to rob, for fear that others will not know that this was done by Gusu Murong.

A person who is determined to restore the country does not learn the art of war, military training, astronomy and geography......

cheated to death and escaped from the world, incognito for more than 20 years, and the family was gone, and the son was no longer taught, so he went to steal martial arts?

Using the Murong family's fame to rob "secretly"? Leave few friends and many enemies?

You're a fucking genius!

For more than 20 years, he did not farm, did not train soldiers, did not manage his contacts to expand his influence, and co-opted and corrupted the officials of the Great Song Dynasty, but he stole martial arts and robbed silver incognito......

Studying for the imperial examination, and even spending money to find a small official such as "Charge Division" with martial arts, and earning a title such as "timely rain" on the rivers and lakes, is more reliable than this!

In the wrong direction, the more you try, the more it looks like a joke.

In short, for Murong Bo, Murong Fu owes the slightest respect in his heart-

Mo said that he was not the original Murong Fu, even if he was the original Murong Fu, Murong Bo cheated to death when he was a child, and he had no grace to educate him, so he was really unworthy of being a father.

As for the future......

Anyway, Murong Fu had already made up his mind, where Murong Bo was, he would definitely not appear there.

Since you have left your wife and children behind and escaped for more than 20 years, then we will continue to see each other as always!

With Murong Fu's ability, as long as he is willing, even if Murong Bo lives next door to him, he will never want to see him.

In a trance, Abi was already rowing a small boat, close to the shore.

Duan Yu, who originally looked dejected, saw Abi, whose skin was better than snow and was pretty and lovely, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt a little more energetic.

The two unknown people who were wearing filial piety clothes and looked resentful couldn't help but look at Abi twice, and the resentment in their eyes was slightly relieved.

Wei Gu Mozhi didn't have any hue in his eyes, only tithes, and said to Murong Fu and Ah Bi:

"Amitabha, the little monk Gumo Zhi, wants to go to Shenhezhuang and his party, but I don't know where it is, I don't know if the two of you can guide the maze?"

Ah Bi put down the oars, didn't speak, and stood behind Murong Fu obediently.

Murong Fu took off his hat, stood up, returned the salute, and said with a smile:

"I have heard the name of King Dalun Ming for a long time, and under Murong Fu, it is the contemporary owner of Shenhe Village who has given a gift to King Dalun Ming!"

Hearing him report his name, the two unknown people in filial piety clothes suddenly froze, staring at him with resentment, their eyes full of hatred.

Duan Yu also looked at Murong Fu curiously, and said in his heart that this is the Gusu Murong who "uses the way of the other and gives back to the other"?

Why doesn't he look like a person in the martial arts, but like a gentle and elegant scholar?

Kumachi was pleasantly surprised:

"Childe's name is Murong Fu? Isn't it the son of Mr. Murong Bo? ”

Murong Fu endured the response when he heard the name "Murong Bo", and smiled his head: "Exactly." ”

"It turned out to be Murong Gongzi in person."

Kumachi titheed again and said with a smile:

"The little monk has been looking for a long time to participate in the village, but fortunately, the hard work paid off, and finally the little monk got the opportunity to meet Murong Gongzi. To tell the truth, the little monk came to fulfill his promise, and he hoped that Murong Gongzi would take the little monk to Shenhezhuang and pay homage in front of Mr. Murong's grave. ”

"Fulfillment?" Murong Fu was surprised: "I don't know what the promise of King Dalun Ming and his ancestor is?" There was King Lao Ming who traveled thousands of miles from Tubo to Gusu? ”

Gu Mozhi sighed lightly, and a look of remembrance appeared in his eyes:

"The little monk met with Mr. Murong back then, made friends, talked about the martial arts of the world, Mr. Murong said that the 'six-vein sword' of Dali Tianlong Temple was highly respected, and he regretted that he had not been worshipped. The little monk is far away in Tibet, the news is blocked, since the farewell to Mr. Murong, there has been no news for many years, until recently, Fang heard that Mr. Murong has passed away for many years......

"The confidant died early, the little monk was grieved, in order to repay the confidant, he went to Dali Tianlong Temple to ask for the 'Six Veins Divine Sword' sword spectrum, and planned to incinerate it in front of Mr. Murong's tomb, thinking that it was a sacrifice. I didn't expect ...... Tianlong Temple has a deep misunderstanding of the little monk, and the little monk is rewarded with several Shaolin 72 stunts, and he is unwilling to lend the sword spectrum, and even burns the sword spectrum.

"Fortunately, before the monks of Tianlong Temple burned the sword book, they had already given the sword book to this Duan donor to read and write down. The little monk had no choice but to arrest the donor and want to burn it in front of Mr. Murong's tomb, which can be regarded as a sacrifice with a sword. ”

Hearing his words, Ah Bi couldn't help but be surprised, his eyes were shocked, and he couldn't believe in his heart that such a great monk with a solemn appearance could say the words of burning a big living person as a sacrifice as if nothing happened.

The two unknown people dressed in filial piety clothes were also shocked and moved, and withdrew their gaze from Murong Fu, moved a few steps away quietly, and kept a distance from Gu Mozhi.

Duan Yu knew Gu Mozhi's plan early, and said with a wry smile:

"King Dalun Ming, you are a world-famous monk, how can you do such a cruel thing? How can there be any compassion for Buddhist disciples? ”

Murong Fu knew that although Gu Mozhi was too greedy, his persistence and greed for martial arts were amazingly strong, and his actions were insidious and cunning, and he was unscrupulous, he never opened the killing ring, and he never killed anyone when he had the upper hand.

Of course, Murong Fu would not expose it, only frowned, and objected:

"Burn this Duan Gongzi alive? Isn't that cruel? ”

Duan Yu suddenly nodded:

"Yes, Murong Gongzi is reasonable, burning me as a sacrifice is indeed too cruel, and the Buddhist scriptures have clouds......"

Murong Fu interrupted him:

"Didn't Duan Gongzi already write down the six-vein divine sword sword spectrum? It's better to do this, I have a secret technique that can make people obediently confide in secrets, why don't I cast this secret technique on Duan Gongzi and let him write out the sword score silently?

"Although this technique has minor consequences, once you receive this surgery, you will have a migraine for life, and at worst, your wisdom will be impaired, and you will become blind and stupid, but as long as you can save Duan Gongzi's life, he will be willing to accept it."