Qiu Qianren was worried that Murong Fu and the others were strong in martial arts and their origin was unknown, so they didn't dare to chase them out rashly for a while, so they had to give up.

Wan Yanping looked at the little dragon girl who was nestled next to Murong Fu, her face was unhappy, and she ordered in a cold voice, "Let's all go back, double the number of night watchmen!"

Everyone dispersed, and Murong Fu and Xiaolongnu returned to the house.

Murong Fu smiled bitterly, and it seemed easy to send out that finger, but in fact, it actually consumed the true qi in a stored power,

Now although he has eighteen reserve skills on his body, he only has a small amount of Northern Immortal True Qi, and with a little less, it seems that restoring the dantian meridians as soon as possible is the king's way!

"Long'er, I want to heal my wounds with all my might, you protect the Dharma for me, no one is allowed to enter this room, if you encounter a strong enemy, you take me away directly, find a place where no one is there and hide!"

The little dragon girl nodded, Murong Fu closed his eyes and lifted the marrow washing meridian, and then closed the six senses, allowing the body to enter a deep dormancy.

In this state, if you practice the Purifying Pulp Sutra, you will not feel pain.

But it is also extremely dangerous, you must know that in this state, Murong Fu is a corpse, and any person who has no power to restrain a chicken can kill him, and Murong Fu will not use it easily.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Xiaolongnu had been staying by Murong Fu's side, never leaving, Murong Fu was completely silent, and even his heartbeat almost stopped.

At first, Xiaolongnu was still very worried, but when she saw that Murong Fu's exposed skin slowly secreted some black substance, she knew that this was the effect of washing the essence and removing the marrow, so she was relieved

On this day, the little dragon girl was meditating, and suddenly the curtain in the house was windless, and the little dragon girl was startled, and then she was overjoyed, only to see that the breath on Murong Fu's body was gradually recovering, and it seemed that he was about to wake up.

After a while, the teacups, candlesticks and other small items within the two zhang of Murong Fu's body were slowly floating into the air, and even the little dragon girl felt an invisible energy pulling at her clothes, and hurriedly took a few steps back.

Murong Fu's sleeved robe bulged, his hair flew, and the movement in the room became stronger and stronger, like a strong wind, and the tables, chairs and benches began to shake, but in less than a moment, the items in the air fell to the ground one after another, and the movement in the room disappeared completely.

Xiaolongnu's heart tightened, but when she saw Murong Fu suddenly open her eyes, her face was happy, so she threw herself into Murong Fu's arms, "Brother Fu!"

Murong Fu's skills were exhausted, and when he woke up, he was full of warm fragrance, and for a while, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl, the howling sound was majestic and clear, shaking through the clouds, stretching for dozens of miles.

In a mountain stream twenty or thirty miles away from here, two old men with crane hair and childish faces are slowly moving forward.

If there is a third person here, it must be seen that although these two people are nearly 90 years old, they are walking on the ground and walking like flying on this rugged mountain road.

Suddenly, a whistling sound came, and the two immediately stopped, looked at each other, their faces were quite solemn, and one of the old men in green clothes spoke: "Who is this person?

The other gray-clothed old man also looked puzzled, "It's not like Hong Qi, it's not like an old poison, and it's not like Guo Jing's boy." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi asked: "Could it be that the East is undefeated in recent years, which is known as the first in the world?"

The gray-clothed old man shook his head, "I don't know!" Random look of excitement, "It doesn't matter who he is, just go and see if you know!" As he spoke, the person had already jumped in the direction of Murong Fu.

The old man in Tsing Yi shook his head helplessly and smiled: "It's you who have itchy hands again!"

Murong Fu's whistling gradually stopped, and when he looked down, he saw that the little dragon girl buried her head in Murong Fu's arms, covering her ears tightly, which was very cute.

Xiaolongnu's internal strength is profound, and she has not been shocked by Murong Fu's internal strength.

Murong Fu closed his eyes and sensed the situation in his body slightly, all the meridians of the dantian were repaired, and even slightly enhanced, although the internal force did not grow, it was more round and pure.

Suddenly, Murong Fu smelled a foul smell, "Long'er, you haven't taken a bath for a long time, why do you stink so much!"

The little dragon girl raised her head, took a sip lightly, and took Murong Fu's hand and pressed it on his face.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, it turned out that he had experienced the essence washing and the poisonous substance that was discharged.

This is not the first time he has experienced this essence and marrow, he has already experienced it once as early as when he opened the second vein of Ren Du, but he didn't expect that cultivating the marrow washing sutra can actually wash the essence and marrow for the second time.

Murong Fu was overjoyed, but when he picked up the Purifying Pulp Sutra again, it was as ordinary and unremarkable as before he was injured, "Could it be that this exercise is really a masochistic exercise, and it must be seriously injured to cultivate to be beneficial?"

He didn't know much about the Cleansing Sutra, and he couldn't figure it out for a while, but seeing that Xiaolongnu's face was haggard, he thought that he must have been guarding himself every inch in the past few days, but he still had to endure the stench.

Murong Fu was suddenly distressed, and stretched out his mouth to kiss her, but Xiaolongnu stretched out her hand to stop her, and said coquettishly: "Don't, Brother Fu stinks!"

Murong Fu laughed, "Then let's go wash first!" The two of them went out of the small courtyard, and there was no one in the courtyard, so Murong Fu had to leave the village with the little dragon girl.

Murong Fu and the others had just walked for less than a quarter of an hour, and the figures of two old men suddenly appeared in the small courtyard, and the two of them searched around, but they did not see any trace of the master.

The old man in gray suddenly bared his teeth and grinned, "Oops, it's a step too late!"

Even the old man in Tsing Yi also looked regretful, "It's a pity that such a master misses out!"

The two of them made a brief inquiry in the village, only to learn that a few days ago there was a Jin cavalry resting here, and there was no information about any masters.

The old man in gray was just frustrated for a while, and then he smiled and said, "Didn't you promise that the old monk to go to the Swallow Dock to take care of his descendants? Let's go quickly!"

The old man in Tsing Yi looked at him funny, "People are asking me to take care of it, why are you in a hurry?"

The gray-clothed old man's face was stunned, and he sneered: "My old naughty boy is not just going to join in the fun." ”

After a pause, he said, "Aren't you the same, it is said that Guo Jing's boy is in trouble, but you don't care, everyone is turning their elbows inward, and you are turning outward." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi laughed, "The children are getting older, and they are getting more and more verbose, Lao Tzu really can't stand them, so he hides farther away!

It turned out that these two people were the "old naughty boy" Zhou Botong and the "Eastern Evil" Huang Yaoshi.

Murong Fu found a hidden place to wash away the dirt on his body.

He had already learned on the way that the day after that night, Wan Yanliang didn't see the little dragon girl very much, and sent someone to call him a few times, but he didn't get a response, so he left with the people.

The Junshan Conference was imminent, and Murong Fu and the others made every effort to make light efforts, and rushed to Dongting Junshan in the evening of the same day, where the beggars held the conference.

Junshan is the helmsman of the southern beggar gang, and has a large manor, although it is not luxurious, but it is also very simple and atmospheric.