"Love is giving, desire is taking. Murong Fu paused and then said:

"To love someone is to give wholeheartedly to them, as long as they are safe and happy, you will feel happy and happy. Even if he falls in love with someone else, you will only send blessings with tears, which is the highest level of loving someone. ”

"And you are more possessive of Lu Zhanyuan, you are loyal to him, so you also require him to be loyal to you, and when you feel that he betrayed you, you want to force him to return to you by force. ”

"Do you imagine that if he succumbed to force and returned to you, would he still be the one you fell in love with in the first place?"

Li Mochou fell into deep thought, shaking his head for a while and nodding for a while, the expression on his face was extremely complicated, and he couldn't think of a reason after thinking about it for a long time.

suddenly remembered that it was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy who was "in love" with him, and suddenly wanted to laugh a little, such a master is probably the only one in the world.

In fact, Murong Fu was just messing with her, hoping to untie her knot, no matter whether she could let go of her feelings for Lu Zhanyuan, at least don't live in hatred.

If according to Murong Fu's own theory: "If you love her, you will possess her." ”

A few days later, on the bank of the Hanshui River, Murong Fu was standing in front of an old man, and asked with a surprised face: "No, old man, will you remember wrongly, think about it again, the father and daughter's surname is Zhou, the father's age is unknown, but the daughter should be about ten years old." ”

The old man pondered for a while and said: "There is indeed no Zhou father and daughter that the little brother said, I have been holding boats on the banks of the Hanshui River for decades, and there are very few people with the surname Zhou, either they have no daughters, or their daughters are married and are around thirty years old. ”

Murong Fu thanked him with a little disappointment and turned to leave.

Li Mochou followed Murong Fu and said suspiciously: "Master, are they your relatives?" In the past two days, Master has been inquiring about a pair of Zhou father and daughter on the bank of the Hanshui River, and their appearance and age are unknown. Unfortunately, the people who asked shook their heads and said that they had never heard of it.

Murong Fu smiled bitterly and shook his head, but he didn't explain. Standing on the bank of the river and looking at the surging river in front of him, Murong Fu's thoughts were like a tide, no matter whether he came early or late, there were always traces to follow, how could no one have heard of it.

Could it be that I got it somewhere? Or maybe there was some unknown butterfly effect?

Murong Fu was ready to go back to Yanziwu, but when he passed through Hanshui, he remembered Zhou Zhiruo, who also became distorted because of his feelings in the original book, and thought about finding Zhou Zhiruo to see if he could do something to change her ending.

Who knew that no one had ever heard of a father and daughter surnamed Zhou setting up a boat here.

Thinking that since I came to this world, I have already gained a lot by taking advantage of the familiar plot, so why bother to be greedy and want to cover everything. simply don't bother anymore, and go back to Gusu Yanziwu to plan for big things first.

After figuring everything out, Murong Fu looked at the surging waves in front of him again, and suddenly became arrogant, remembering the story of Bodhidharma Patriarch crossing the river with a reed, he pulled out his long sword and threw it vigorously into the river, jumped out of his body in one step, stood on the sword, and flew along the river.

"Master!" Li Mochou couldn't help but scream in surprise when he saw Murong Fu making such a dangerous move, but when he saw his master's fluttering demeanor like a sword immortal, he admired in his heart, "Master's light skills are becoming more and more sophisticated", and a flash of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Murong Fu stood with his hands in his hands, his face was flying, and he had a feeling that the sword was flying, but he didn't dare to be careless, the apprentice was still watching from behind, in case he accidentally capsized in the gutter, it would be big, even if this Han water was much wider than the gutter.

So he carefully controlled the long sword, and pressed the sword body from time to time with his toes to accumulate strength.

Suddenly, there was a shout in front of me, and I saw two riverboats rowing like flying, but there was a ferry boat rowing towards the two riverboats in front of the left. Staring at it, there was a big bearded man sitting on the river boat in front of him, rowing with both hands and oars, and there were two children, a man and a woman, in the cabin.

The back boat was relatively large, with four monks standing in the boat, and seven or eight Mongolian officers and soldiers. On the other ferry, rowing from the left, stood an old man with a white beard.

"Could it be ......" Murong Fu was overjoyed in his heart, and couldn't help but say a sentence, "Everyone looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but that person was in the dim light."

The bearded man's arms were extremely strong, and the small boat rowed fast, but the officers and soldiers were numerous, and the distance between the two boats was getting closer and closer. The feather arrow whined through the air.

Murong Fu was anxious, his feet lifted his true qi, and he accelerated and flew towards the small boat. Lao Dao also discovered him, and when he saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy crossing the river with a long sword, he exclaimed in his heart: "At a young age, he is so handsome." ”

Suddenly I heard a miserable cry of "ah", and the boy in the boat was hit by an arrow in his vest.

The bearded man was shocked, looked back, and saw that he was hit by arrows in his shoulders and back, and the wooden oars in his hands were unstable, and he fell into the river, and the boat slowed down suddenly, and the big boat behind caught up in an instant, and seven or eight Mongolian officers and soldiers and monks jumped into the boat.

The bearded man was also very brave, desperately blocking despite the injury.

Murong Fu saw that the situation was critical, and with a little tiptoe, the person jumped towards the boat, grabbed his right hand backwards in mid-air, and the long sword in the river flew into his hand as if it had eyes.

When they arrived at the ship, they saw an officer and soldier raise their knives and slash at the little girl on the boat, and the little girl threw herself on the corpse of a boy in the cabin, just crying: "Daddy!

Murong Fu hurriedly took Ling Bo Wei step, teleported to the little girl's side, grabbed the officer's knife with a sword and shook him away, and picked up the little girl with one hand.

Seeing that there was suddenly an extra teenager next to him, the monk next to him didn't ask why, and hit him with a palm with his left hand, and Murong Fu also stabbed the monk in the wrist with a sword.

How do you know that the monk smiled weirdly, did not retreat but advanced, and with a strange flip of his wrist, he grabbed Murong Fu's sword body, which was a kind of grappling technique. And his right hand used all his strength and slapped the little girl in his arms, it turned out that his purpose was only the little girl.

Murong Fu's long sword was held, and he couldn't break free for a while, seeing that the little girl was about to be hit, Murong Fu decisively let go of the long sword, hugged the little girl and turned around, intending to eat this palm with his back.

The little girl looked at the young man who sacrificed himself to save herself, and when the monk saw that the young man sacrificed himself to save the little girl, he was not polite at the moment, and a palm was imprinted on his back.

But the scene of the young man vomiting blood and dying did not appear, but his palm power was like a mud cow into the sea, and then his own internal force also surged out, and the monk was frightened and immediately stopped.

Murong Fu took the opportunity to turn around, stabbed the monk in the left chest with a yang finger, and killed the monk immediately with a "snort", Murong Fu returned to the bow of the boat to join the big man.

At this time, Lao Dao also jumped on the boat, waved the sleeves of his robe, and the two feather arrows flew out far away, and as soon as his feet stepped on the boat board, he waved out with one palm, and immediately several monks and officers and soldiers fell out of the zhang xu and fell directly into the river, but Lao Dao was obviously merciful.

(Two more chapters today, I wish you all a happy New Year's Day, ask for collections, ask for flowers)