Early in the morning, in the middle of a nameless valley.

With a soft click, Murong Fu looked at the shackles that had just been put on Zhao Min and nodded with satisfaction.

Zhao Min looked at Murong Fu with a pale face, tried his best to calm his emotions, and asked:

"What is your intention in capturing me here?"

Murong Fu smiled:

"I want to ask the county lord to give me a seven-month exodus."

“……”

Zhao Min's cheeks turned red, his chest rose and fell sharply a few times, he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down again, and said in a deep voice:

"There are many kinds of exorcism, which one do you want me to do?"

Murong Fu smiled and said:

"Don't worry, the county lord, I am a scholar, not like a barbarian who has no bottom line, and will not do the things you are thinking."

Scholar?

Zhao Min pursed his lips tightly, looked at Murong Fu carefully, and saw that at this time, he really no longer had the terrifying aura that he was as crazy as a dragon elephant and as violent as a lion and tiger last night, his eyes were clear, and between his eyebrows, there was also a faint sense of elegant books unique to a scholar, and he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and asked again:

"You are the person I bought back at the human market more than half a year ago?"

Murong Fu smiled:

"The county lord finally remembered me? Speaking of which, I am also curious, since the county lord bought me at a large price, why did he just throw me in the backyard as a drive for chopping wood? ”

Zhao Min opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

She herself felt strange - she had a very good memory, although she hadn't seen Murong Fu for more than half a year, and after looking at it carefully for a while, she remembered the man who was bidding by several rich women in the market more than half a year ago.

But why did you suddenly forget about him......

She didn't remember it very well.

I only vaguely remember...... When I first passed by the market, I saw him from a distance in the crowd, and somehow on a whim, I sent someone to buy him, and after returning to Luliuzhuang, I suddenly received a piece of information about Mingjiao. And the reason why she came to the Green Willow Village in the Western Regions from Dadu was precisely to lay out the layout for Mingjiao, and she attached great importance to any news of Mingjiao, so she immediately went to deal with this matter.

When he was done with that, he couldn't figure out how to forget about this man who was outstanding in appearance and should have been unforgettable at first sight......

For most of the next half a year, she has been paying close attention to the plan designed by Cheng Kun to provoke the six major factions of the Central Plains to expedition to Guangming Peak, and she never thought of this person again.

Seeing her dazed and ignorant appearance, Murong Fu sighed in his heart, and also understood the reason.

This is clearly the influence of the world's immunity mechanisms.

At the beginning, in the market, those rich women who coveted him, no matter which one bought him back, with his strength at the level of darkness at that time, he could get out that night after eating a full meal - the purpose of the rich woman buying him back is self-evident, she will definitely not let him go hungry, let him take a bath, let him have a full meal, and nourish his strength.

And ordinary rich women, even if they are rich women of Mengyuan nobles, it is impossible for their families to be as skilled as Luliuzhuang.

As long as Murong Fu wants to leave, he doesn't know how easy it is, as soon as he gets out that night, it won't take long for him to take off quickly.

However, not long after he first arrived, the world's instinctive immune mechanism was the time when "immunity" was the strongest, so there was a follow-up that Zhao Min happened to pass by, and he didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he sent someone to buy him, and he forgot about him.

After chopping firewood in the backyard of Luliuzhuang for most of the year, Murong Fu exhaled spiritual energy every day and practiced the "Aoki Longevity Technique".

Although he was unable to save spiritual power to cultivate because of the thin and barren spiritual energy, and he had to nourish his body, he had not been able to save spiritual power for cultivation, but for most of the past half a year, under the spiritual energy of this heaven and earth, his qi had gradually integrated into this heaven and earth—to be precise, the world's immunity mechanism, which did not possess spiritual wisdom and only had instinctive reactions, had gradually been deceived by him.

Otherwise, according to the treatment he had when he first came, he would recover his Dan Jin cultivation last night and become a "big virus", and when he was killed in Luliuzhuang, he might not be able to fall from the sky and take him away.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu shook his head and sighed lightly:

"This is the real providence ......"

looked at Zhao Min again:

"Lord Shaomin, let's work."

"Work?" Zhao Min was stunned: "What to do?" ”

Murong Fu pointed to the scattered rocks in this nameless valley, "Move some stones......

He also pointed to the mouth of the valley: "Build a stone dam in that place." ”

Zhao Min was puzzled: "What are you doing there?" ”

Murong Fu said lightly: "The nobles of Mengyuan, when the servants and subordinates are working in the mouth, will they also allow the people to get to the bottom of the problem?" ”

Zhao Min was stunned, bit his lip, picked up a big stone, dragged the shackles, and walked towards the valley.

Murong Fu said again: "Every quarter of an hour, you must move ten stones, and each stone must not be lighter than the stone in your hand. Otherwise you wouldn't have to eat today. ”

Zhao Min paused, glanced back at him, and said in a low voice:

"Can you unlock my acupuncture hole? I don't have much strength right now......"

Murong Fu's face was expressionless: "No." ”

Zhao Min bit his lip, stopped talking, and continued to carry the stones.

Murong Fu sat on top of a big stone and looked inwardly at the dantian.

In the dantian, a small ding phantom appeared.

He stormed Luliuzhuang, killed the two elders of Xuanming, and captured Zhao Min, immediately there was an origin vibration, and hundreds of origins swarmed, condensing into a tripod in his dantian.

Of course, this is not Intercepting Tianding, Intercepting Tianding is still staying in the Tianlong World as an anchor.

The small tripod in the dantian is just the qi left in his body, which is combined with the origin and condensed into a "clone" of the interception of the heavens.

With this Heaven Interception Ding, if Murong Fu obtains the origin in the future, he can directly exist in this Ding and use it at any time, and there is no need to transmit it from the Heaven Interception Ding Buddha.

Condensation and subdivision, about 300 gray origins were consumed.

At this time, there are still more than 100 ways left.

Murong Fu decisively mobilized the origin and refined the physical body - the origin he used at the moment was all intercepted from this heaven and earth, that is, he used this origin to cultivate again to "see the gods is not bad", and he would not be regarded as a "super virus" by heaven and earth, and activate the immune response.

By noon, Murong Fu opened his eyes thoughtfully.

There are many similarities between the external martial arts and the human immortal martial arts, but there are many differences in the details.

Murong Fu wanted to upgrade the Outer Refining Martial Dao to a human immortal martial art, relying solely on the Origin Spiritual Power to naturally quench his body, and he always felt that something was missing. Maybe the physique and strength can be incredibly powerful under the original quenching body, but if the "realm" is not reached, it will not be able to exert all kinds of miracles.

For example, the realm of the "Martial Saint" of the Immortal Martial Arts can evolve the essence of the wolf, the fist intent into substance, the will affects the real substance, and the fist intent can hit people with the fist intent.

And Murong Fu is now a little touched the threshold of "fist intent".

His self-created killing move "Wuyue Collapse" can deter the opponent from the level of spiritual will, and even lock the qi and oppress the aura, making the enemy's martial arts moves useless, and he can only fight with him.

But in the final analysis, this is still only the influence of the spiritual qi level, but the use of the spiritual qi to oppress the enemy's will and affect the enemy's mind, is far from the state of "fist intent essence".

That is, the warriors who bully Tianlong, rely on the sky, and laugh at the world, they don't understand this at all, so they can force them to have no choice but to touch hard. If he was in that kind of world that was good at spiritual cultivation, the enemy might not be able to eat him.

But if it is the essence of the fist intent, a palm pushes out a "mountain" visible to the naked eye......

Regardless of whether you eat it or not, you have to bump it into each other first.

Murong Fu groaned, thinking about how to condense his fist intent and truly apply his will and spirit to the material level of reality.

This level of cultivation may take a long time, and Murong Fu didn't have the luxury of expecting to be able to achieve it overnight, he pondered for a while, built a key research file in the "Memory Palace", and temporarily pressed his thoughts and looked at Zhao Min again.

Zhao Min was already sweating and shaking at this time. The shiny royal blue silk shirt was already covered with mud and dust, and she tore off the corner of the gown herself, and used it to wrap the palm of her hand, so that the fine skin and tender flesh of the palm would not be worn through by the stone.

Her hairband had already been scattered when Murong Fu carried her on his shoulders and left, and at this time, he also tore off a placket from his robe and pulled her long hair high. A few strands of hair that had fallen down had been soaked with sweat, and they were sticking to her cheeks, but she didn't have time to tidy them up, so she clenched her teeth and kept carrying the stones.

Murong Fu's eyes were calm, he looked at Zhao Min for a while, then raised his eyes and swept Gukou, and saw that Gukou had really built a small stone dam prototype, so he said lightly:

"Alright, come over for dinner."

Zhao Min gritted his teeth, sent the stone in his hand to the stone dam, and then staggered and walked over with difficulty.

Murong Fu took out a dark yellow and black millet bun from a large bulging pocket next to him and threw it to her, "This is your first meal today, don't waste it, you can only eat two meals at most every day in the future." ”

Zhao Min took the hard millet bun, sat down silently, took a small bite, only to feel that the taste was dry and hard, tasteless and tasteless, and when swallowing, it was a little loud, obviously the shell was not clean, not only left bran, but also left a lot of hard husk.

She has never suffered this kind of hardship since she was a child, but she also knows that the situation is stronger than people, so she can only comfort herself with the story of King Goujian, while chewing and swallowing the steamed bun vigorously, eating and eating, suddenly her eyes turned red, and she burst into tears silently.

Murong Fu said lightly:

"Crying at the first time? I've been eating this kind of thing for more than half a year. That's it, I still can't eat. Besides, under the rule of Meng Yuan, how many Han and southern people couldn't even eat this kind of thing, so they could only eat grass roots, gnaw tree bark, and even eat soil to fill their stomachs...... Otherwise, how could 'Mo Dao Shiren have one eye and provoke the Yellow River to rebel in the world'? ”

As he spoke, he threw her a sheepskin bladder, "But I'm in your backyard, and I can drink enough cold water." ”

Zhao Min sniffled, took the water bladder, poured a big mouthful, wiped away his tears, and said with a cry:

"You...... If you have such skills, why don't you leave early? Maybe...... Come to me early. In that case, I would have made you a general. ”

"Be your general?" Murong Fu smiled dumbly, "You think you can control me?" ”

Zhao Min was silent for a while, ate two more mouthfuls of buns, and then said in a low voice:

"I can give you a beautiful house, a beautiful woman, a high-ranking official, and even a hereditary position."

Murong Fu shook his head:

"But I don't want any of what you're talking about."

Zhao Min said: "Then what do you want?" ”

Murong Fu smiled and said:

"Even if I hadn't been enslaved for more than half a year, I wouldn't have served the Mongols. I am from Suzhou, and according to your division method, I am just the lowest southerner...... When people dominate the world, we can despise everyone, but we ourselves can't also despise ourselves, right? ”

Shaking his head, he didn't say anything to her anymore, but only reminded:

"You only have a quarter of an hour to rest. After eating, you have to get on with your work. In the afternoon until dark, if the required number of stones cannot be moved within the prescribed time, there will be no dinner. ”

Zhao Min had nothing to say, hung his head, chewed and ate the rest of the millet steamed buns, but he couldn't swallow them, so he poured cold water on them, and finally swallowed the unpalatable millet steamed buns within a quarter of an hour.

After sitting for a while, he gritted his teeth and got up under the reminder of Murong Fu's eyes, and continued to move stones and build stone dams.

When Zhao Min was doing things, Murong Fu took out a piece of white flour roasted naan and a jar of sauce from the big pocket, took a knife to cut open the roasted naan, smeared the sauce on it, and sandwiched a few pieces of beef and a few pieces of old mountain ginseng into it, and also took out a pot of Xinghuacun Fen wine, and then ate and drank slowly.

Smelling the aroma of wine and meat, Zhao Min unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a slight stirring in his throat, his heart was sour, and his eyes were full of tears.

But she also knew that crying didn't help, and Murong Fu wanted to take revenge on her.

She could only admit it. Who told her to forget her own forgetfulness, and even forgot him in the backyard and did it for more than half a year?

She even had to be glad that the other party was a reader with a bottom line, if not, she would probably suffer even more terrible humiliation. If that happens, she probably has no other choice but to kill herself by chewing her tongue.

But then again, if he really wanted to use force on her, with his terrible martial arts, she probably wouldn't even have a chance to kill herself by chewing her tongue......

Zhao Min held back his tears, tried hard to carry the stones, and silently counted the time and quantity.

Although she was forbidden from internal strength, she had practiced martial arts since she was a child, and her physical foundation was good, and when it was dark, she had really completed the task of carrying ten stones in every quarter of an hour.

When Murong Fu asked her to eat, looking at the stone dam that had just taken shape, she still felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart......

This ridiculous sense of accomplishment was quickly defeated by hunger.

She dragged her tired body to Murong Fu's side, took the water bladder and the steamed bun he threw over, and ate it without saying a word.

Murong Fu watched her eat and asked coldly:

"When will the six major factions come to the Western Regions and attack the Bright Peak?"

"Already ......on the road" Zhao Min was halfway through his words, then he held back again, glanced at him, and asked, "Are you from the Ming Sect?" ”

"It's not." Murong replied: "I'm not anyone, but I'm very interested in talking to them about something." You know where the top of the light is, right? ”

Zhao Min nodded silently.

"Leave tomorrow and take me to the top of the light."

Zhao Min was stunned, turned his head to look at the stone dam, and then looked at the blisters on his palms and fingers, and somehow, his heart was sour again, and he almost cried again.

(End of chapter)