"Dududu" Just when Murong returned to his senses, there was a knock on the door, put away the Qiankun Great Mind Shifting Method, and opened the door, only to see Lan Qing standing at the door with a smile on his face.

Before Murong Fu could speak, he was grabbed by Lan Qing and said, "Let's go, Brother Murong, it's still early at the moment, let's drink, and by the way, I will introduce you to the brothers in the sect." After speaking, he didn't care what Murong Fu answered, and pulled Murong Fu away.

For Lan Qing's surname, Murong Fu was also helpless, and shook off Lan Qing and smiled bitterly: "Okay, don't pull it, let's go!"

Lan Qing took Murong Fu unceremoniously, and went straight to the inner courtyard where the four ** kings lived, and was already close to the inner courtyard, Murong Fu's ears full of internal strength had already faintly heard the presumptuous laughter inside, and he had already smelled the aroma of wine in his nose, and then took ten steps forward, and had already stepped into the inner courtyard, as far as the eye could see, among the green leaves and red flowers, several figures who were gulping wine appeared in Murong Fu's sight.

Lan Qing had a smile on his lips, strode into the courtyard, a strange rockery stood in the small pond, surrounded by blue waves, above, a few flowers and plants grew sporadically, on the edge of the pond, a few weeping willows swayed in the wind, dancing and swaying, and Lan Qing, including the four ** kings, placed a jade table under the willow tree, and several people sat around and drank there!

At the moment when Murong Fu appeared at the end of the path, several Dharma Kings turned their heads at the same time, and their two pairs of eyes looked at Murong Fu like lightning.

Murong Fu nodded just right when a few people looked at him with sharp eyes, and then walked over lightly with a flat face.

The Blood Wing Wolf King, who had the best relationship with Lan Qing, laughed and said: "Brother Murong, you are finally here, today I see that Brother Murong is extraordinary, I don't know how much you drink, come on, let's drink three hundred cups." ”

At the same time, Ye Xing, the right envoy of the Ming Sect, who rarely spoke, also smiled at Murong Fu, and the sleeves of his robe waved lightly, like a flowing cloud, without the slightest smell of fireworks, and the few traces left by the drinking of several people on the table suddenly disappeared.

Mingjiao Zuo Envoy Xi Feng smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and took a teacup in front of him, slowly poured a glass of wine, picked it up and threw it at Murong Fu, and said with a smile: "Please." ”

Facing the wine glass flying in, Murong Fu didn't care much, it was as fast as lightning, he held the wine glass between his hands, put it to his mouth casually, and drank it dry in one gulp, without dragging the mud and water.

Everyone present was also a bold man who could afford to put it down, and when Murong Fu sat down, Xi Feng suddenly smiled and picked up the wine cup in front of him: "Dry!"

Murong Fu was not hypocritical, and drank loudly with everyone present, chatting during the period, and the distance was shortened a lot, and after drinking for a long time, Ye Xing's expression was solemn, and for the first time he showed an unprecedented seriousness: "The sect leader is out of shape today, but it is not difficult to see that the sect leader has not forgotten his wife." ”

Xi Feng nodded and said, "Over the years, if it weren't for the sect leader's scruples about the sect brothers, I'm afraid that he would have already left Guangming Ding to find Li Xian's old dog, the sect leader has borne too much for the brothers, and he has been suppressed for so long, and he is finally about to break out." ”

Lan Qing looked at Xi Feng with palpitations and said, "Compared to ten years ago, the sect leader is much stronger at the moment!"

Xi Feng said slowly: "If it wasn't for the sect leader who snatched the four holy fire orders in the hands of the two of us, I am afraid that the two of us would have been full of demons on the spot, and back then, the sect leader alone made the six holy flame orders martial arts extremely difficult, and he was in a coma for more than ten days after the war, compared to ten years ago, it is simply incomparable, the holy fire order divine skill and I and Ye Xing have a deep experience, just two, both of us are almost full of demons, that feeling, I still can't forget, but the sect leader is very handy at this time, and I don't see the sect leader being affected by it at all." ”

Murong Fu was extremely curious about this Holy Fire Divine Skill, although he knew something, but finally he knew very little, so he heard a few people talking, and asked in confusion on the side: "What you said about the Holy Fire Divine Skill is really so weird? It can also make your hearts full of demons? What kind of evil martial art is this?"

Xi Feng explained: "The Holy Fire Order is the symbol of my Ming Sect Master, and the martial arts recorded on the Holy Fire Order are a set of extremely strange martial arts, created by a generation of fierce mountain elders, such as when Ye Xing and I used the Holy Fire Order martial arts to fight against Li Xian's old dog, every time we brought out all the subtleties, we felt that the killing intent was rampant, and my mind was full of evil and murderous feelings, fortunately, in the end, the sect leader snatched the Holy Fire Order in the hands of the two of us, and one person held six Holy Fire Orders, and finally repelled Li Xian's old dog. ”

Murong Fu's memory of the Holy Fire Order's divine skills has always stayed in Zhang Wuji's cooperation with Yang Xiao Yin Tian to deal with the three major Shaolin monks, and Zhang Wuji at that time seemed to have gone mad, could it be that this holy fire made the martial arts so evil? Thinking about it carefully, Murong Fu smiled again, if he said evil intentions, then why did Jiao Luo and himself not be affected by the enemy at all, and they were calm!

Ye Xing looked at Xi Feng and smiled helplessly and said, "Perhaps, this doubt can only be solved by the sect master. ”

"Martial arts are mainly in the state of mind! If the state of mind is as solid as a rock, how can martial arts distinguish between good and evil?" Just as Xi Feng Ye Xing and the others were talking, a voice like a sigh came not far away.

As this voice fell, a figure slowly walked in the path of the inner courtyard, the figure was slender and straight, the long hair like ink hung down to the waist, and the deep eyes that looked down on the world made people feel as if they had experienced the ups and downs of the world, it was Jiao Luo, the leader of the Ming Sect!

As if there was an invisible aura influence, everyone's eyes were focused on him, and the four Dharma Kings and the left and right envoys who were still drinking all got up, bowed to Jiao Luo and said, "See the sect leader." ”

Jiao Luo's face was as indifferent as ever, he stopped his hand, waved his hand to let everyone sit down, and said: "In private, I am commensurate with brothers, and if you drink like this, you won't call me enough, it's not righteous enough!"

Lan Qing laughed and said, "We just talked about the sect leader's martial arts. ”

Ye Xing didn't smile, he squinted his eyes at Jiao Luo, and his voice was slow and meaningful: "Sect Master, today you are in charge of the six Holy Flame Orders alone, and you don't see any mental impact at all, is it related to the state of mind that the Sect Leader just said?"

A long sigh came out of Jiao Luo's mouth: "Created by Huo Shan, the old man in the mountain of a generation of murderers, Huo Shan himself is a demon who kills people without blinking, and he is crazy about killing, and the creation of the holy fire makes the martial arts go naturally all the way of evil, and the holy fire makes the martial arts naturally affected by his surname, but the martial arts in the world, in the final analysis, there is no difference between good and evil, but in the strength of the practitioner's state of mind, the weak are affected by the martial arts, and the strong control the martial arts. ”

Speaking of this, Jiao Luo sighed a little emotionally, and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, as if recalling: "When Yan'er died in my arms, my heart also died, and my state of mind could no longer stir up a trace of turmoil from that time, even if this holy fire order was extremely evil, I would not be affected by it at all." ”

Murong Fu finally understood the depth in Jiao Luo's eyes, as if he was dyed by Jiao Luo's state of mind, he took the wine glass in his hand and drank it all, and said softly: "The word love is the most hurtful. ”

Jiao Luo took the wine glass and didn't care much, and drank the wine in the glass!