Murong Fu took a deep breath and calmed down a little, he was also dizzy just now, and immediately said, "Okay, I'll let the people of the Murong family ...... immediately."

Before he finished speaking, his hand suddenly lightened, and Murong Fu looked down to see that the Equality Sword was gone.

This surprise is not trivial, try to ask who else in the world can silently snatch the sword from his hand, Murong Fu turned his eyes and looked at the previous fat monk, sure enough, he held the equal sword in both hands and looked at it carefully, and his mouth was amazed.

Murong Fu's face was solemn, but at the moment, he didn't care about the Equality Sword, but turned his head to Li Mochou and said, "Call someone to find it immediately, even if you turn the Hidden Scripture Pavilion over, you have to find Zhiruo." ”

"Yes!" Li Mochou responded, and immediately led the disciples of the Murong family to rummage through the ruins.

Immediately, Murong Fu sent a message to the abbot of Xuanci, "Please also ask the abbot to make it convenient, the Murong family is grateful, otherwise, this son will wash Shaolin in blood." ”

Xuan Ci's heart jumped slightly, and he wanted to reject Murong Fu like this, but now was not the time to be rash, he knew that if Zhou Zhiruo had an accident in Shaolin Temple, Emei would never give up, and the old monk was also pressing below, so he couldn't ignore it.

With the order of the abbot of Xuanci, the monks of the whole temple were immediately summoned to the vicinity of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and there were nearly a thousand, of which at least thirty percent, and their skills were above the second rate, which really surprised everyone.

In fact, among these disciples, nearly half of them belong to the hidden power in the temple, and the reason why they are all exposed is that the Shaolin Temple is embarrassed today, and some face must be saved, and the second is also to deter Xiaoxiao, in case someone takes advantage of the fire to rob it.

Seeing so many master monks, Murong Fu glanced at Xuan Ci with great meaning, and then hugged his fist towards the group of heroes present, "Everyone, please help me, the Murong family is grateful." ”

The heroes present were naturally happy to be like this, not to mention the weight of the Murong family's affection, just being able to turn over in this ruin, it was worth it.

"Uh......" Xuan Ci's face was slightly suffocated, and he wanted to open his mouth to stop it, but everyone was the master of the stitches, and they had quickly swept to the ruins, rummaging through them in full swing.

Murong Fu smiled coldly and raised his voice, "Please search from the periphery to the inside when you are looking for it, otherwise, don't blame me for not being merciful." ”

With so many people rushing up, it is easy to have an accident, and if you happen to step on Zhou Zhiruo, it will not be good.

When everyone heard this, they retreated to the periphery with some reluctance.

"Zhiruo, I hope you don't have an accident. Murong Fu let out a long breath, silently said in his heart, and leaned over to help find it.

All the people present combined, I am afraid that there are three thousand, and most of them are good martial artists, and the most poor are also strong people, rummaging fast, pieces of gravel and rolling wood have been removed, and the tea kung fu has passed, and the search area has been narrowed by half.

Soon someone found the scriptures in the pavilion, because it collapsed, there were not many smashed, Xuan Ci was also very shrewd, he let people stare at the whole time, once they found that someone found the scriptures, they came forward to ask for it, and almost had a dispute.

But after Murong Fu killed a few people, these people became much more honest, of course, maybe someone with faster skills took the sheep by the hand, but these are not the categories that Murong Fu cares about.

Half an hour passed, and there were only four or five zhang square meters left in the huge ruins, Murong Fu became more and more worried, he really didn't know, if Zhou Zhi was gone, would he go crazy, maybe he really returned to Shaolin, or maybe the martial arts people present couldn't escape.

Suddenly, with a "clatter", a ruin collapsed again, and a large boulder wall slid down, and everyone was shocked and hurriedly retreated.

"There is!" Murong Fu was overjoyed, and rushed forward without thinking, slapped his palm on a beam, and overturned it, and then his palms flew away, and all the stones around him were swept away.

At this moment, there was a loud "boom", the stones and trees were flying, the white light in the ruins was flourishing, and then two figures, one gray and one green, rose to the sky, and it was Zhou Zhiruo and the sweeping monk.

Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and after the two of them landed, he hurriedly stepped forward, hugged Zhou Zhiruo in his arms without saying anything, and muttered softly, "Zhiruo, it's okay if you're okay, it's okay to be okay." ”

Zhou Zhiruo also had a feeling of the rest of her life, two teardrops slid down her delicate face, and her arms tightly wrapped around Murong Fu, "I thought I would never see you again." ”

"Ahem......" Suddenly, a very discordant coughing sound sounded.

The two of them woke up when they arrived, and then they remembered that this place was the Shaolin Temple where the world's heroes gathered, and it was a little light to say that everyone was watching, and it should be that the eyes of the whole world were looking at the two.

Zhou Zhiruo's heart was like a deer, her face was so red that she was about to drip blood, in this situation, she couldn't retreat, she didn't want to advance, and she couldn't wait for a hole to drill down.

Murong Fu's old face was rarely red, but after all, his skin was extremely thick, and he couldn't breathe a few strokes, so he recovered, gently pushed Zhou Zhiruo away, put one hand on her jade hand, and said in his mouth, "Master Zhou, after my careful inspection, you are fine." ”

This sentence is not all an excuse, he did check next Zhou Zhiruo's body, and there were no injuries, except that his face was a little pale and his body was a little messy.

Everyone rolled their eyes, are you blind when we are all blind?

"Master, Jing Xuan implores the head to think more about Emei, and must not act so recklessly. Jing Xuan knelt in front of Zhou Zhiruo with a puff and said in a stern tone.

Zhou Zhiruo also knew that she was indeed reckless this time, and she felt quite ashamed in her heart, so she hurriedly reached out to help Jingxuan, and said, "Senior sister, get up quickly." ”

"If the head doesn't agree, Jing Xuan won't get up. ”

The Emei disciples behind him also gathered and knelt on the ground in unison, "I implore the head of the sect to think about the overall situation of Emei." ”

"This ......" Zhou Zhiruo was stunned for a moment, and said solemnly, "Get up, this time I acted inconsiderately, and I won't be like this next time." ”

Only then did everyone get up and help Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly withdraw from the field, after all, it was too eye-catching here, and many Emei disciples felt that their cheeks were hot.

Murong Fu smiled faintly, now that he is too lazy to care about it so much, what if he risks the disapproval of the world, if he has the strength, he can do whatever he wants.

"Amitabha, sins and sins, the difference between the old monk's thoughts, and the thousand-year-old inheritance was ruined. The sweeping monk looked at the ruins of the devastated Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and sighed with guilt.

Murong Fu turned his head to see that the old monk's robe was already tattered, and there were several wounds on his face and forehead, but the blood had already coagulated.

Murong Fu saw with his own eyes just now that Zhou Zhiruo and the sweeping monk came out together, with Zhiruo's skills, unless he was extremely lucky, it was absolutely impossible to be buried below for so long and still be unharmed, most likely because of this old monk's help.

Thinking of this, he asked with some uncertainty, "But the master saved Zhiruo?"

The sweeping monk was silent, but said lightly, "The donor is angry, and if it goes on for a long time, I'm afraid it's not a good thing. ”

"What a stubborn donkey!" Murong Fu scolded in a low voice, flicked his sleeves, and walked towards the fat monk.

"I haven't seen you for ten years, but the master is really still in style, and he really looks old. Murong Fu bowed quite politely, and his heart was turbulent.

Compared with when he saw him ten years ago, this monk is really not old at all, he is still a lot younger, and with his current skills, he still can't see through him, in this case, either the other party's internal strength is extremely deep, much deeper than his own, or he has cultivated some extremely subtle qi collection method.

Murong Fu guessed that it was most likely the latter, he had reached the realm of incarnation, and he didn't know if there was a realm behind, but how many people in the world could have their own adventure?

The fat monk didn't seem to see Murong Fu, sometimes he raised the Equality Sword to observe the sun, sometimes rolled up his sleeves and wiped it, and sometimes compared two sparse and ordinary sword moves, saliva flowed out of his mouth, as if this Equality Sword was really a fun toy.

"Master, master?" Murong Fu called twice, seeing that he didn't pay attention to it at all, he finally lost his temper, "Dead fat pig!"

This sound was very loud, and it spread throughout the audience, and everyone also knew that the fat monk was very extraordinary, and he snatched the sword from Murong Fu's hand without a trace before, and for a while he looked like he had seen a good show.

Seeing this, Xuan Ci hurriedly stepped forward, "Son, don't be rude, this is the highest-ranking uncle and ancestor in the temple." ”

And the fat monk gave him this drink, as if he had just come back to his senses, and looked at Murong Fu in a daze, "It's you, did you bring me roast meat this time?"

"Uncle Ancestor!" Xuan Ci flew up three black lines on his head, and said angrily, "The Holy Land of Buddhism, Uncle Ancestor, please be careful." ”

The fat monk glanced at him, stretched out his oily hand and put it on Murong Fu's shoulder, and muttered in a low voice, "Let me tell you, I have developed another dish made of ham, called 'Twenty-four Bridges Bright Moon Night'......"

Xuan Ci's face was dark, and he was very helpless.

Murong Fu's eyes flashed slightly, glanced at the Heavenly Sword that was being held by the fat monk in his other hand, and said lightly, "If the seniors want to eat, the juniors can make it for you, but can you return the sword?"

"Really!" the fat monk looked overjoyed, and the corners of his mouth grinned behind his ears, "Then how about you go and do it for me now?"

Murong Fu rolled his eyes and stared at him without saying a word.

The fat monk was stunned for a moment, as if he had just reacted, and handed the sword to Murong Fu, "You said this sword, give it to you, but this sword monster is sharp, be careful when you use it." ”

Murong Fu didn't know if he had any deep meaning when he said this, but he still nodded, "Thank you seniors for your concern, I will use it carefully in the future." ”

"Hehe, let me tell you, the most important thing is that the ham must be chosen ...... this 'Twenty-four Bridge Bright Moon Night'"

"Uncle Shi!" Xuan Ci was helpless, but in front of everyone's eyes, he had to stop the fat monk's words.

"I know, I know, Rory, I'm not playing with you. The fat monk flicked his sleeves impatiently, slipped away from the smoke, and ran away.

With the sound of "brush", the golden withered bamboo that was originally inserted not far away actually flew up automatically, followed by the fat monk, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.