"Childe, I don't know who is more powerful than the Dugu Nine Swordsmanship?" Lin Pingzhi said.

Murong Fu turned his head to look at Lin Ping, and said with a smile: "Why, you haven't given up the Evil Sword Technique?"

Lin Ping's heart jumped, and he hurriedly said, "No...... No, no, heyuki is just curious!"

"Speaking of which, there are some similarities between the secluded evil sword technique and the Dugu Nine Swords, which can make the martial arts of people who are not deep in internal strength greatly improve in a short period of time, but if you compare the power of the two, it is not the same, Dugu Nine Swords is better than the secluded evil swordsmanship, I don't know how much!"

Lin Pingyi heard that the evil sword technique was far inferior to the Dugu Nine Swords, and he was a little unbelieving in his heart, the Lin family had relied on the seventy-two evil sword techniques to shock the rivers and lakes for many years, how could it really be as unbearable as Murong Fu said, but it was not easy to refute, so he just nodded slightly and said, "Thank you Gongzi for solving your doubts!"

Murong Fu also probably saw Lin Pingzhi's thoughts, but he didn't bother to explain this kind of thing, and instead said: "It's nothing, thank you two for your hospitality today, let's leave it at that!"

"Ahh

Hearing the wind, he rolled his eyes, "If you don't leave, will you live in your house?"

"Yes, it's getting late now, you can stay in Huashan for one night before leaving!" Yue Lingshan didn't know what he was thinking, so he opened his mouth and agreed.

Listening to the wind, he covered his mouth and smiled, "It's my son-in-law who has the final say, you tell him!"

Yue Lingshan's face turned slightly red, and she looked at Murong Fu with a bit of expectation, "What does Murong Gongzi think?"

Murong Fu shook his head and said, "Actually, we rushed to Guangming Ding at the invitation of Emei, it was already a few days late, and we have repeatedly delayed on the road in the past few days, so we really can't delay more!"

"That's ......" Yue Lingshan muttered, "Then I wish Gongzi a smooth journey!"

"Chengyue girl Jiyan, there will be a period later!"

"There will be a date later!"

Murong Fu took a deep look at Lin Ping, and turned around and left with the second daughter who listened to the wind.

Looking at Murong Fu's figure gradually moving away, Yue Lingshan was stunned for a while, with an inexplicable expression on her face.

Lin Pingzhi next to him saw Yue Lingshan's appearance, and for some reason he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and said slightly: "Senior sister, it is better for Uncle Feng to pass on our swordsmanship experience as soon as possible, otherwise after a long time, I am afraid it will be easy to forget!"

Yue Lingshan let out an "ah" and came back to her senses, "Xiao Linzi, what did you just say?"

“......”

After Murong Fu and his entourage went down the mountain, they went straight to the west, accompanied by the two daughters who listened to the wind along the way, but they were not lonely, and don't look at the wind elves who were weird, blowing snow and silent and silent, but they kept Murong Fu's food, clothing, housing and transportation in order, even if they were sleeping in the wilderness, it was also a very comfortable and comfortable thing.

More than ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and the three of them hurried slowly, and finally arrived near Zhuwu Lianlianzhuang in Kunlun Mountain.

"I don't know what happened to Zhang Wuji's kid?" At this time, the three of them were standing on a hillside, looking at the vast snowy mountains, Murong Fu muttered, recalling that when he put the Jiuyang Divine Skill back into the valley, he didn't know if that kid would be as lucky as he was and find the Divine Skill.

"Childe, who is Zhang Wuji?" asked Tingfeng.

Murong Fu smiled mysteriously, "Soon you'll know!"

"What, Childe always talks half-talked!" Listening to the wind whispered.

"Let's speed up the tutorial, it's too late to see the show!" Murong Fu immediately walked forward.

Hearing the wind, he hurriedly chased after him, hesitated slightly, and still asked out loud: "Childe, the slave maid has a question for you!"

Murong Fu glanced at her in surprise, knowing that Tingfeng rarely would be so restrained, and his mind moved, so he guessed a little, "You want to ask me why I attach so much importance to this trip to encircle and suppress the Ming Sect?"

Tingfeng nodded, "Yes, we don't have any friendship with the Emei faction, just send some outer disciples to be perfunctory, why did you send the fourth master of Feng to go, and even ...... Even Childe came in person?"

"As a disciple of the Crystal Palace, just follow orders and don't ask the reason, this is the first palace rule!" but Blowing Xue suddenly said lightly.

Listening to the wind, his heart tightened, and he glanced at Murong Fu carefully, but seeing that he was not angry, he relaxed slightly, but he still pouted, "Childe, just listen to the wind and don't ask!"

Murong Fu looked at the wind, then looked at the blowing snow, and only chuckled after a while, "It's okay, you are the personal girl of the son, you can have privileges!"

Hearing this, he was overjoyed, and couldn't help but reach out and hug Murong Fu's arm, "That son, say quickly, why did we come all the way to this Western Regions?"

The soft touch on his arm made Murong Fu's heart flutter slightly, "I didn't expect this little girl to grow so big!"

"Childe ......" Hearing the wind, he shook Murong Fu's arm, and shouted a few times in a coquettish voice.

"Okay, okay, tell you okay!" Murong Fu's arm rubbed quietly on her chest, and his face looked like he couldn't stand you, "Although this Ming Sect is divided, there are many rebels underneath, and the foundation has not yet been shaken, this is a ready-made army, can the son not be moved?"

Tingfeng frowned slightly, "But those people are all fanatical believers, who believe in Mingjiao, and it is difficult to be under their command?"

Mentioning this question, Murong Fu also rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, he had been thinking about this problem during the past ten days of travel, but he still hadn't come up with a good way to preserve the strength of the Ming Sect and take it under his command.

Of course, the most perfect way is for Murong Fu to become the head of the Ming Sect, and he also thought of using the great transfer of Qiankun to save the Ming Sect from danger like Zhang Wuji, and finally take advantage of the situation to become the head of the Ming Sect.

But after a little thought, I found that this road is not open at all, and the fundamental reason why Zhang Wuji was able to become the sect leader after practicing the Great Shift of Qiankun is that he is the grandson of the White-eyed Eagle King and the righteous son of the Golden Retriever Lion King, and he has nothing to do with the high-level of the Ming Sect.

"Alas, I can only take one step at a time, and the big deal is to wait for the high-level Ming Sect to be almost wiped out and completely dispersed, and then recruit those people to the Murong family. Murong Fu sighed slightly and prepared for the worst.

Tingfeng nodded, stopped talking, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something strange on his chest, he was stunned for a moment, and then his pretty face turned red, and he hurriedly wanted to let go of his hands.

But Murong Fu clamped his arms slightly, but wrapped his hands around Tingfeng and didn't let her leave.

"Childe......" screamed when he heard the wind.

Murong Fu seemed to have heard of it, and the movements in his hands became bigger and bigger.

Listening to the wind, he had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted.

After walking less than half a mile, Fuxue, who was walking in front, suddenly asked, "Childe, there is a fight ahead, shall we take a detour or go over to take a look?"

But seeing that Murong Fu didn't respond for a long time, Fuxue couldn't help but look back, but he turned his head quickly, it turned out that at some point, Murong Fu had stretched his hand into Tingfeng's clothes, and Tingfeng's clothes were half-naked, and the whole person was leaning in Murong Fu's arms.

Blowing Snow had a burst of fire in his heart for no reason, so he simply turned around, glared at the two, and shouted, "Childe, childe!"

"Huh?" Murong replied, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, he slowly took his hand back, and pulled up his listening shirt again, only then did he look at Blowing Snow and cough dryly, "What did you just say?"

"There is a fight ahead, whether you can make a detour or not, but please decide!" The two small blush on Blowing Snow's cheeks had not yet faded, but his voice was a little cold.

"Someone fighting?" Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, and then listened attentively, sure enough, there were people fighting not far away, and there seemed to be a lot of them.

Murong Fu pondered for a long time, "Let's go, let's take a look!"

After a short time, the three of them walked to a dense forest, and the sound of "bang-bang" in the forest continued, obviously someone was fighting.

The three of them hid in a big tree and looked into the glade, but they were slightly taken aback.

"Childe, the wind is four...... Hmm...... "Hearing the wind, his face was slightly happy, but halfway through the words, Murong Fu reached out to cover his mouth.

"Don't talk, let's take a look first, there is still an ambush in this forest. Murong Fu whispered a few words in Tingfeng's ear.

Listening to the wind and nodding slightly, Murong Fu let go of her.

The three of them turned their heads to look, but saw that two men in the forest were fighting, one of them was thin and thin, with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, it was the fourth of the four ministers of the Murong family, and the turmoil was evil.

The other person was a middle-aged man, dressed in a brown shirt and brocade robe, with a handsome face and a short beard under his chin, which was quite mature.

Behind the evil storm, there were two women in green shirts, their clothes and appearances were exactly the same, they were the two daughters of Lianxing and Yingyue, and there were more than a dozen people behind them, dressed differently, but they were obviously from the rivers and lakes.

The man in the brown shirt used a strong palm technique, and his internal strength was very correct, and he had been attacking the storm since Murong Fu arrived, and he had already struck out more than ten palms in a few breaths.

But the storm did not fight hard, and his thin body was like a monkey, jumping up and down, and the man in the brown shirt couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

The man seemed to be irritated by him, and he snorted, "Isn't the Murong family claiming to be giving back to the other in the same way, why is it that Your Excellency will only run around, can't you even take a move from the hall master?"

"Hahaha, Feng Lao Si has been walking the rivers and lakes for decades, how can he ever be afraid of anyone, the reason why he doesn't fight against you is just that he is afraid of hurting you!"

But Ying Yue glanced at the brown-shirted man coldly, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "Fourth Master Feng, the reputation of the Murong family should not be disgraced, if you are not willing to contribute, let the slave maid take action!"

"Haha, don't worry, Yue girl, the fourth feng has long been itchy and unbearable, and today I finally met a decent martial artist, so I don't have to play for a while!"

The brown-shirted man was so angry that his face turned purple by these two people, and the palm in his hand became more and more aggressive.