The sweeping monk's sudden words also instantly made Murong Fu, who was still bowing his head and groaning, his face suddenly changed, and then his eyes suddenly turned to the place where the voice came from, and his eyes were staring at the old figure tightly, but Murong Fu's heart was churning.

"Take good care of the foundation left by the ancestors of the Gusu Murong clan!" As these words fell, Murong Fu's body trembled violently, and the blood veins circulating in his body suddenly appeared a ripple, but this ripple slowly spread around, and Murong Fu felt the inexplicable words of the sweeping monk at this moment, and his mind gradually became trance.

In fact, at the beginning, Murong Fu had a guess, this sweeping monk must be a member of his Murong family, and may even be his Murong Fu's ancestors, forty-three years ago, when Murong Bo was fifteen or sixteen years old, his father died, and the sweeping monk intentionally or unintentionally mentioned in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that he came to the Shaolin Temple time, it is such an age, yes, the conditions naturally match.

Then, Murong Fu and Xiao Feng each showed their own skills, and used the Dou Zhuan Star to move against Xiao Feng's eighteen dragon descending palms, Murong in the south, and Qiao Feng in the north, maybe they had to compete with their own stunts in the front.

If it weren't for the sweeping monk to resolve this fight in time, then the power of the two martial arts of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending and the Fighting Star Shifting Divine Skill would be high, if the sweeping monk was really not related to the Murong family, then why did he stop it? Is it really because of a good Buddhist land, not to act rashly? Then why didn't the fight between several people stop it?

If you think about it carefully, you will find that in the final analysis, this is still the reason for Murong Fu's own skills, Douzhuan Xingyi did not let him practice home, if he really met Xiao Feng's eighteen palms of the dragon, the loser must be him Murong Fu, and the name of Murong in his Gusunan must also be disgraced because of this, and at the same time, the great mastery left by the ancestors of the Murong clan will also be covered with a false name, and the sweeping monk stands in the perspective of the Murong clan, and it becomes very likely that he will make such a move to resolve the two.

Another one, the sweeping monk resolved the grievances between Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, it seemed that the grievances of the two parties were exhausted, in fact, after thinking about it carefully, in the end, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan both saw through the red dust and escaped into Buddhism.

Xiao Yuanshan was ruined by Murong Bo, even if he killed Murong Bo and destroyed Gusu Yanziwu Shenhe Village, it is not an exaggeration, but in the end, Murong Bo did not die, and Murong Fu was fine, but Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan put aside the grievances of the year and worshiped into Buddhism together, but his Gusu Murong clan was not hurt in the end, if it was said that the sweeping monk really did not help Murong Bo, Murong Fu would not believe it.

Another point is that the sweeping monk easily defused the offensive of Murong Fu and Xiao Feng, why couldn't he just dodge Xiao Feng's palm? Could it be that his martial arts skills were really inferior to Xiao Feng? Or was Xiao Feng's offensive too fierce to even react to the strength of the sweeping monk? Even so, with the skill of the sweeping monk who had reached the realm of the supreme grandmaster, didn't he have the internal strength to protect his body, and with the blessing of the protective internal strength, how could he not be beaten by that palm and spit blood.

However, if the sweeping monk is assumed to be a member of the Murong family, then her palm is meaningful, and it is reasonable, he can be regarded as making up for Murong Bo's actions, otherwise, Murong Fu will never believe that Xiao Feng's palm can hit a sweeping monk with the strength of a supreme grandmaster, and it will beat him to vomit blood.

There are so many doubts, if it is said that the sweeping monk has nothing to do with his Murong family, he Murong Fu will not believe it even if he is killed, and the sweeping monk's sudden words at this moment have completely made Murong Fu have a bottom in his heart, and he is even more convinced of his inner thoughts, his sweeping monk is definitely surnamed Murong

Standing behind the withered sweeping monk, staring at the back, stunned, finally, Murong Fu came back to his senses, flashed a gleam, and said with a little deep meaning: "Listening to the words of the old-timers, it seems that it has a lot of connections with my Gusu Murong family, I must know Murong Fu's ancestors, I don't know if it is my father or my ancestors?"

The sweeping monk did not answer Murong Fu, as if he didn't want to pay attention to anything anymore, and stepped forward again, ready to leave.

Seeing that the sweeping monk was about to leave, Murong Fu instinctively took a few steps forward and caught up with the back of the sweeping monk, obviously there were still many doubts in his heart, and when the doubts were about to be revealed, how could he let the sweeping monk leave?

However, Murong Fu found that no matter how he sped up, the sweeping monk was always in front of him, and the distance between the two had not changed in the slightest.

Suddenly, the figure of the sweeping monk paused, and said softly: "Back then, your ancestor of Longcheng created an immortal peerless school, fighting the stars, persevering in the world, and never met an opponent, it can be seen that your Gusu Murong family is exquisite, and with your current skills, there are few people in the world who can be your opponent, don't covet Shaolin stunts, the people of the past bought pearls and laughed for thousands of years, I hope you don't do this foolish act!" Speaking of which, half of his body has disappeared into the dark shadows.

Murong Fu heard the words of the sweeping monk, but he was a little confused, and immediately realized that this sweeping monk was teaching himself not to go astray, he must have thought that he went to the Shaolin Hidden Scripture Pavilion to spy on Shaolin's stunts, and he didn't want to lose a big one because of a small one, so he said this.

Murong Fu, who had figured out all this, hurriedly said, "The predecessor thought that it was a misunderstanding!" and then continued: "Murong Fu came to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion today not to covet the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Sect, but to have something else. ”

"Although the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin are exquisite, I have no interest in stealing them, how can the Gusu Murong family's martial arts be weaker than others?" Standing upright in the sky, Murong Fu said to the sweeping monk, with a bit of pride in his voice.

The figure of the sweeping monk who slowly left suddenly paused, but did not turn around, only said lightly: "It's good that you understand!"

Seeing that the figure of the sweeping monk was about to disappear into the darkness, Murong Fu suddenly woke up, stretched out his right index finger, and faced the sweeping monk's side, raised and shrunk, and then suddenly bent his fingers, and one finger was ejected by Murong Fu.

"Poof!"

An invisible finger force, like wind and thunder, like fire and electricity, carried a fierce, terrifying, public, and domineering momentum, and slammed into the big tree on the side of the sweeping god, leaving a piercing fingerprint, and then only heard Murong Fu say: "Can the old man know this fingering?"

Looking at the domineering fingers in a daze, in the face of this fingering, the sweeping monk just stepped out of the right foot, and then took it back for a long time, the sweeping monk's face suddenly calmed down, and slowly turned around again: "How many fingering methods are in the world?

"The senior's demeanor just now was clearly to tell the kid to know this fingering, since this is the case, why did the senior pretend not to know?" Murong Fu just said a word, and didn't wait for the sweeping monk to say anything, his eyes were firmly cast on the opposite side of the darkness, the sweeping monk whose body trembled slightly, changed his words, and said, "The senior can be surnamed Murong?"

As Murong Fu's words fell, the two of them suddenly became extremely quiet, as if the entire heaven and earth seemed to be frozen in this moment.

"Seniors can be surnamed Murong?" "Seniors can be surnamed Murong?" "Seniors can be surnamed Murong?"

The old figure who was covered by the darkness, his body suddenly trembled violently because of Murong Fu's words, and then, this sentence was like Huang Zhong Dalu, constantly circling around the sweeping monk, and at this moment, the sweeping monk's body, which had been unwavering, returned to normal after suddenly trembling, but the old figure seemed to be experiencing something at the moment.

Murong Fu looked at the sweeping monk without saying a word, extremely silent and didn't know what to think, and there was a nervousness in his heart for no reason, as if he was expecting something in his heart, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

I don't know how long it took, the sweeping monk whose figure was hidden in the darkness slowly raised his head, his cloudy gaze shot out, and finally stopped on the proud purple-shirted young man not far away, with a complex expression full of vicissitudes.

Then he stood up straight, his palm gently emerged from under the monk's robe, and the calloused hand that had been eroded by the years was in front of Murong Fu's eyes, a little weaker, and a finger that was exactly the same as Murong Fu's just now, with a domineering momentum like wind and thunder, like fire and lightning, whistled past Murong Fu's ears, and pointed in a big stone behind him, and said softly: "How did you guess?"

Between the two, there was silence, only the voice of the sweeping monk that made people's hearts rise endlessly sour echoed