The night slowly darkened, and the light of dawn poured down from the sky, covering the earth with a faint silver veil, and now the earth was free of that noise, making it as peaceful and calm as the place where the hermit lived.

Silver shone on the quietly standing figure, this kind of scene looked a little weird, but at this moment Murong Fu was extremely quiet, to be precise, it was caused by Li Qiushui's words to ponder.

"Why? don't you believe it?" Suddenly, a very gentle voice sounded between the two of them, and a white dress was fluttering in the breeze under the shimmer of the morning light.

How could Murong Fu not believe it? How could Murong Fu not know about the martial arts of his Xiaoyao faction? Not to mention that Duan Yu and Xuzhu in the original work were among the top because of the Xiaoyao faction, whether it was the Northern Shengong, or the Xiao Wuxiang Gong, or the Eight Desolations [***] Solipsist Martial Arts, they were all immortal and peerless, so it can be seen that how could this Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts be bad.

Seeing Murong Fu standing there quietly thinking, Li Qiushui's beautiful eyes looked into the distance in a daze, and there was some emotion in his faint voice: "How do you think of my age?"

"Mr. Wuyazi is now ninety-three years old, senior, as his wife and his junior sister, there must be not much difference in age!" Murong Fu, who was standing quietly, heard Li Qiushui's words, nodded silently, and said softly.

Li Qiushui obviously didn't want to say too much on this topic, turned his head, looked at Murong Fu's calm face, stretched out his left hand to uncover half of the white silk covering his face, revealing a snow-white face, and said, "Then do you think I look like an old man in the twilight?"

When Murong Fu heard this, a trace of hesitation crossed his face, looking at Li Qiushui, through the white silk on her face, her face was faintly visible, and I saw that she seemed to be in her forties, and her eyebrows were very beautiful, indeed, the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School were indeed magical, whether it was Tianshan Tong, Wuyazi or her Li Qiushui, she did not see the old age at all, and then said: "No, according to your appearance, I am afraid that no one believes that you are a **ten-year-old old woman!"

Li Qiushui heard that Murong Fu suddenly came up with the word old woman, and immediately became furious: "What did you say?" Before he finished speaking, a palm slapped towards Murong Fu like lightning, making Murong Fu unable to dodge, but fortunately, this palm was not mixed with much internal strength, so it hit Murong Fu's body with only a slight pain.

Murong Fu saw that Li Qiushui was so angry, smiled noncommittally, and then said: "'All appearances are false!' Whether you are a little girl or an old woman, they are all vain, don't be angry, don't be angry!"

"How can you imagine the magic of my free sect martial arts? Look at my senior brother Wu Yazi, and then look at me, they are all nearly a hundred years old but not old, this is what ordinary martial arts can do?" Listening to Murong Fu's words, Li Qiushui glanced at his grandson-in-law in front of him angrily, and he didn't dwell on this issue and said disdainfully, Li Qiushui learned all the mastery of the Easy Sect, so he naturally disdained those ordinary martial arts.

Murong Fu looked at Li Qiushui and didn't speak, listened to his words and thought about it carefully, then nodded and said, "I agree with this!"

Putting Murong Fu's face into his eyes, Li Qiushui's figure turned, and after a few lifts, he came to a big bluestone in the distance, with a wave of his palm, he split it, just split it into two stone benches, sat on the stone bench gently, raised his head slightly, looked at the stars in the sky, and there was an inexplicable feeling in his eyes.

Looking at Li Qiushui's back, Murong Fu frowned slightly, but he didn't speak again, his body swept away, and he followed along, and then sat beside him, at this time, the latter, there was a touch of tranquility above his cheeks, but this appearance did not match the usual dignity and elegance, Murong Fu was on the side, but he didn't know what to say.

Li Qiushui was stunned and silent, sat and pondered, and after a long time, he said softly: "There are thousands of martial arts in the rivers and lakes, but how can they be as profound as the martial arts of my Xiaoyao School?" After speaking, he glanced at Murong Fu, perhaps because he saw that Murong Fu was questioning the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School, or because Murong Fu was his grandson-in-law, so he spoke: "Looking around, how many people are qualified to enter my Xiaoyao School?"

Seeing Li Qiushui say this, Murong Fu had to smile bitterly, he had to admit that the Freedom Sect did have this qualification, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Li Qiushui sigh lightly, his tone was extremely calm, so that people couldn't see what he was thinking at the moment, and after a while, he said: "Master is a talent through the heavens and the earth, and he only accepts the four of us, which is enough to see how difficult it is to enter the door wall of my Freedom Sect!"

Murong Fu on the side listened to Li Qiushui's soft whisper, and instantly fell into a state of panic, Murong Fu had never seriously thought about this problem, but at this moment, Li Qiushui's casual words made Murong Fu think a lot.

With the power of one person, he created the Northern Shengong, Xiao Wuxiang Gong, Eight Desolations [***] Only I Respect Gong, Liuyang Palm, Folding Plum Hand, White Rainbow Palm, Lingbo Weibu, Transmission Sound Soul Search** and other immortal ancestors of the Xiaoyao School, who is the talent of the heavens and latitudes?

Ordinary people have created an immortal master, but this Xiaoyao patriarch has created so many unique talents, and even every martial art can be called the top martial arts, you must know that although the Shaolin Dharma Patriarch created the Shaolin 72 stunts, and the Yijin Sutra, but this Shaolin 72 stunts can not be called peerless, but this Xiaoyao patriarch is different, and the doors can be called immortal, such unpredictable intelligence, how terrifying?

Wu Yazi, Wu Xingyun, Li Qiushui and others have only learned part of the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School, but they have unfathomable martial arts, and all of them are nearly 100 years old but not old, at this moment, one question after another lingered in front of Murong Fu's eyes, which caught Murong Fu off guard, staring at Li Qiushui with horror, and his heart was as if he had turned up a stormy wave.

After thinking for a long time, Murong Fu was also stunned, and after a while, a thought flashed in Murong Fu's mind that made him feel incredible, and then he shook his head, and only after a long time did he raise his head and say, "Senior, is your ancestor of the Freedom Sect still there?"

Li Qiushui was immersed in memories at the moment, and after a long time, he sighed softly: "It's long gone." ”

Hearing this, Murong Fu's pupils shrank slightly, and then he was slightly stunned, and immediately thought that even Li Qiushui's age can stay young forever, and a character like their master, if he is said to be old and dead, Murong Fu doesn't want to believe it anyway, and hurriedly said: "Then him?"

As if seeing what Murong Fu was thinking, Li Qiushui shook her head slightly, raised her eyes, looked at the sky, the expression on her face suddenly converged, and she said softly: "I don't know where he is? With the strength of the master, it is naturally impossible to die of old age, when the martial arts reach our level, the metabolism in the body is naturally much slower than that of ordinary people, coupled with the exquisite martial arts of my free school, it is much slower, the master is far better than us in the cultivation of heaven and man, far better than us, how can it be easy to die of old age?"

Hearing Li Qiushui's words, Murong Fu was stunned and asked, "Then why do you say you don't know where he is?"

"What can we know about the whereabouts of the master? I only know that after our senior brother and sister have completed their studies, they drifted away, and we have never found any trace of him since then. Li Qiushui nodded, with a faint luster flashing in her eyes, and she said softly.

Murong Fu was taken aback and muttered, "Could it be?" A long time ago, Murong Fu was conjecturing, with the strength of the ancestor of Murong Dragon City, would he really drive the crane west in just a few decades? This doubt has never been answered, and Murong Fu's palm clenched in his sleeve unconsciously deepened his strength: "If one day, the strength reaches the level of theirs, maybe they will be able to understand all this!"

"Ugh..."

Murong Fu's heart was very complicated, and the thought in his mind was constantly circling at the moment, making him not want to believe it at the same time, but also with a little expectation, and then sighed slightly, if that is the case, then they are really frogs at the bottom of the well

may have been recalled by Murong Fu's memories, but Li Qiushui remembered the situation when he was studying art with his former classmates: "At the beginning, my brothers and sisters worshiped under the teacher's door, and in the blink of an eye, it has been a hundred years. ”