The water shows the mountain and the eyebrows are far away, and the return is idle and leans on the small window pavilion.

Looking at the Central Plains, if Jinling is the place where people are most addicted to drunkenness, then Jiangnan is the place where people are comfortable and comfortable, and it is easiest for people to be content with the status quo.

At this time, on a forest path near Gusu Yanziwu, a rather luxurious carriage was moving forward slowly.

There was a man and a woman sitting in the car, the woman was delicate and beautiful, delicate as a flower, frequently opened the curtains and looked out, her face was sad and happy.

The other man was lying leisurely on a chaise longue, his eyes half-open and half-closed, as if he was pretending to be asleep, but if you looked closely, you would find that the man exuded a faint air around him.

These two people are naturally Murong Fu and Huo Qingtong, who have been on the road for more than half a month.

Along the way, Huo Qingtong was sometimes amazed and happy because of the beautiful scenery of the Central Plains, and sometimes he thought of his father and sister who were far away on the grassland, and his heart was inevitably sad.

And Murong Fu has been practicing the marrow washing sutra to heal injuries, this is not healed, I don't know, a treatment startled, it turned out that night in Wan'an Temple, his upper and lower muscles were almost crushed, and even the bones were cracked in several places, leaving countless secret wounds, if it weren't for the miraculous effect of this marrow washing sutra, his martial arts path would have stopped here for life.

As for the "Jiuyang Transformation Essence Pill" given by Bai Mei, it had already been taken by Murong Fu impatiently, and what made him want to scold his mother was that the pill had no effect on him at all, but the "Yijin Pill" that he gave him a little bit of disdain was quite helpful to the cultivation of the Washing Pulp Sutra.

"The white-eyed dead old man actually gave his son fake medicine, and he is still an honest monk in Shaolin!" Every time he thought of the so-called "Jiuyang Essence Pill", Murong Fu would grit his teeth and curse a sentence or two.

If Bai Mei is here, I am afraid that he will be so angry that he will vomit blood on the spot, you know, that "Jiuyang Essence Pill" is indeed a rare pure internal force pill in the world, if it flows out of the rivers and lakes, it will have to cause a bloody storm.

It's just that Murong Fu's internal force is already very pure, and the depth of his internal force is also rare in the world, so the power of the pill naturally can't be exerted, and as for the aftermath of the Northern Spiritual Skill, it is not at all something that the Jiuyang Essence Pill can solve.

"Whew", Murong Fu let out a long breath of turbidity, opened his eyes, and when he was shining, his gaze was like substance, and the void around him was "buzzing".

"Huh," Huo Qingtong turned around, a hint of surprise flashed on his face, "Why did you wake up early today?"

Murong Fu's momentum slowed down, and then disappeared without a trace, and the whole person turned into a weak scholar.

He didn't answer Huo Qingtong's words, but rolled up his sleeves, carefully observed his arm, and was amazed, "This marrow washing sutra has such an effect, I really don't know what kind of miraculous effect it will have if you refine it one layer more!"

But when I saw that the skin on his arms was as white and tender as a baby, it was spotless, and if I looked at it with my eyes, I would feel a dazzling feeling, as if it was wrapped in a layer of transparent things.

But no matter how Murong Fu moved his arm, he didn't feel any discomfort, and the power contained in it was so great that he was confident that even if his internal strength was completely lost, with this strength, he could defeat ordinary first-class masters.

Huo Qingtong saw that Murong Fu's skin was so good, and he felt a little apprehensive in his heart for no reason, and snorted softly: "You are a big man, but your skin is like a girl, and you are not ashamed." ”

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed evilly, "Is the lady jealous?"

"Phew!" Huo Qingtong took a sip, "Who is your lady!"

Although she recognized Murong Fu, her skin was extremely thin, that is, the word "husband", and she would only call it out at a certain time.

Murong Fu smiled and said nothing, but his eyes became gloomy, at first he really thought that this Purifying the Pulp Sutra was just a technique to strengthen the body, but after several heavy injuries to his body, he cultivated the Purifying Essence Sutra, but he found more and more that this exercise was extraordinary, and even among the martial arts he knew so far, there was no one comparable to it.

This reminded Murong Fu of the mysterious fat monk in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, such a magical martial art, because of a dish, he was easily given to himself, if there is no reason for this, I am afraid it is unlikely.

After thinking about it for a while, Murong Fu shook his head with a headache, he naturally couldn't think of anything out of thin air, so he had to secretly decide in his heart that he would try to avoid the monk in the future.

In addition, although he had returned to his heyday, he was not happy at all, because when he explored the dantian, he found that the small particles entrenched in the dantian actually had a tendency to grow.

"Childe, we're here!" At this moment, the sound of the driver stopping came from outside the car.

Murong Fu walked out of the carriage and looked at the blue waves on Taihu Lake, the fog was hazy, as if it was a fairy town outside the world, quiet and natural, quiet and comfortable.

But immediately he frowned slightly, glanced around, and a faint cold light flashed in his eyes.

"The little Wang Si sees the son, please board the boat!" a small guy on the dock hurriedly ran over to salute.

Murong Fu looked at it for a long time before he withdrew his gaze, nodded slightly, and boarded the boat bound for Swallow Dock with Huo Qingtong.

"What, you seem to be a little nervous?" On the boat, Murong Fu turned his head to Huo Qingtong and asked.

The closer he got to Swallow Dock, he found that Huo Qingtong's heart beat faster.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing!" Huo Qingtong's face was slightly red, and he replied with a squeak in his mouth.

Murong Fu understood after a little thought, and shook Huo Qingtong's palm, "What are you afraid of, the ugly daughter-in-law will see her in-laws sooner or later!"

"Who...... Who wants to see her in-laws!" Huo Qingtong gently patted Murong Fu's chest, and said with a red face.

Murong Fu laughed and said no more.

In a short time, Shenhezhuang was already in sight, and a dense crowd of people had gathered on the shore, stretching out their heads to look.

Murong Fu was overjoyed in his heart, looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, suddenly jumped up, and flew over.

Huo Qingtong behind him opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

"Childe is back!"

"Childe, you're finally back!"

As soon as Murong Fu landed, he turned into a gust of fragrant wind and threw himself into Murong Fu's arms.

The other Murong Xue, Wang Yuyan, Ah Zhu and other women moved, but they endured it alive, and their eyes were already faintly chilling when they looked at Tingfeng.

Hearing the wind, I shuddered, and immediately remembered that something was wrong, and instinctively retracted.

But Murong Fu stretched out his hand and hugged his soft and boneless waist into his arms, "Haha, you girl, let Gongzi see if he has grown up again!"

Although Tingfeng was used to being intimate with Murong Fu, he had never been so breathed by him in front of everyone, and his little face was flushed, and he buried his head in Murong Fu's chest.

Murong Fu looked up and looked around, good guy, it's really lively, in addition to Murong Xue, Wang Yuyan and other women, Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Bao Wei and Feng Bo Evil and other four ministers are all there, to Murong Fu's surprise, the aunt who has never stepped into Shenhezhuang for half a step is also there.

"I'm not here, you've all worked hard!" Murong Fu said with a smile.

"Since you're fine, I'll go back!" Li Qingluo said lightly, and then looked at Wang Yuyan again, "Yan'er, let's go!"

"Mother......" Wang Yuyan screamed delicately, obviously unwilling to go with Li Qingluo.

"Hmph, I don't want to leave yet, what's the matter if you stay here!" Li Qingluo's face turned cold, and she shouted a little sternly.

Although she was scolding Wang Yuyan, anyone with a discerning eye could hear that she was obviously complaining about Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's old face flushed slightly, let go of the wind, and stepped forward to salute, "Since my aunt is here, it is better to stay for a few days, my nephew has never had a chance to be filial to my aunt!"

"Hmph, no need!" Li Qingluo snorted coldly, glanced at Wang Yuyan with hatred, and then brushed his sleeves away.

"Childe, you're finally back, if you don't come back, I'm afraid this Murong family will be in a mess!" Deng Baichuan suddenly said something that made Murong Fu stunned.

Only then did he notice that the faces of the four ministers and Murong Xue and the other women were very ugly, and they were not even happy because of their return.

Murong Xue suddenly raised her eyes and glanced behind Murong Fu, snorted lightly, and turned to leave.

Ah Zhu's big dark eyes rolled around, winked at Murong Fu, and then left with Murong Xue.

"Ah Bi!" Murong Fu saw that Ah Bi was also leaving, so he hurriedly stopped her.

"Ah, Childe, what's the matter?" Abi replied.

"Tell me, what happened to the Murong family? Why am I not in a good mood when I look at you one by one?" Murong Fu's face also became gloomy.

"Little maid...... Little maid," Abi squeaked for a long time, "The little maid doesn't know anything, so the son should ask Miss Xue'er!"

After speaking, he retreated behind the four girls of the mercy star.

Murong Fu glanced at the four daughters of the Mercy Star, and the meaning was self-evident.

But to Murong Fu's surprise, Lian Xing looked at Deng Baichuan, and he also wanted to speak.

Murong Fu slowly swept over everyone, and his expression became cloudy.

"Cousin, let's go back and talk about something!" Wang Yuyan saw the solemn atmosphere, and couldn't help but step forward and grab Murong Fu's arm and said.

Murong Fu nodded slightly, and said to the four ministers: "Okay, I'll give you a little time, so that you can think about it, and come to the underground palace to see me in half an hour!"

"Yes!" the four ministers replied and retreated.

"Yo, is this the legendary 'Nan Murong' of the legendary Divine Dragon?" Suddenly a delicate woman's voice came, but her tone was a little flattering, "I thought it had three heads and six arms, but it was just a pair of eyes, a nose, and a mouth, although it looks good, I don't know if it's a silver-like pewter head?"

A cold light flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, and he turned his head to look, but he couldn't help but be stunned, only to see a young girl standing under a flower tree not far away, dressed in a purple shirt, fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pair of big eyes and a well-behaved face.