In the vast deep mountains, inaccessible, the sound of Murong Bo taking Murong Fu to the top of the cliff sounded, and suddenly, countless birds resting in the mountain were startled.

In a moment, Murong Bo pulled up Murong Fu, whose eyes were closed, and when he saw Murong Fu's bloodstained body, Wang Yuyan and Ah Bi's faces also changed suddenly, and they were in a hurry, so they appeared beside Murong Fu and hurriedly looked up and down.

Wang Yuyan burst into tears, stroked Murong Fu's face with both hands, and said in a low voice, "Cousin, are you okay?"

"Brother Fu!" Ah Bi on the side was also in a hurry, his hand touched Murong Fu's body back and forth, and his voice was slightly anxious, just looking at Murong Fu's scarred body, he knew how badly Murong Fu was injured under the cliff.

Because of Murong Bo's move, Murong Fu's pressure was greatly reduced, and the feeling of exhaustion was slightly dispelled, and he endured the feeling of exhaustion, looking at the nervous eyes of the two women, Murong Fu smiled dryly: "Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Murong Fu was at the bottom of the cliff, not only to use internal force to stick to the trunk of the tree to ensure that he and Murong Bo would not fall, but also to input internal force into Murong Bo's body to relieve his pain, so even Murong Fu, who had nearly a hundred years of internal force cultivation, was very unbearable, but the skin injury did not cause much impact. ！

But fortunately, now that the two of them have reached the top of the cliff, there are no worries, and Murong Fu can also completely settle down to cultivate and restore internal strength.

And in this quiet recovery without distractions, Murong Fu's empty body was gradually filled with strong internal force, and his sluggish demeanor gradually began to fade.

Murong Bo looked down at Murong Fu who was meditating cross-legged, a touch of complexity crossed his face, although he had been struggling in severe pain before, he could still feel an internal force in his body moisturizing his Qi meridian and eight veins in the severe pain, and who would have such a move to relieve his severe pain, besides Murong Fu, who else could be?

"Fu'er has been holding on just now?" his eyes swept over Murong Fu's face, Murong Bo was stunned, and then said with a complicated expression: "Don't worry, Fu'er is just empty of internal strength, and he can wake up after he recovers his internal strength." ”

When Wang Yuyan and Abi heard this, they also relaxed a little, but their eyes were also on Murong Fu, and they didn't pay attention to Murong Bo at all.

As for Wang Yuyan and Ah Bi's actions, Murong Bo was already prepared in his heart, did not have too much emotion, and did not speak, but occasionally glanced at Murong Fu who was meditating.

The moon is like a silver plate, hanging in the sky, in the quiet mountains, there is no noise from the outside world, and as a perennial hidden place for Murong Bo, it is even more exceptionally pure, time passes quietly in Murong Fu's quiet meditation, and unconsciously, three hours have passed.

"Whew"

A stream of turbid qi rolled down his throat, and Murong Fu gently spit it out, and with this turbid breath coming out, the malaise hidden on Murong Fu's face also dissipated at this moment.

Then, Murong Fu's eyelashes, which were like rocks and did not move at all, shook slightly, and after a while, the tightly closed eyes and face finally opened slowly, and the line of sight was clear again, and the first thing that came into the eyes was Wang Yuyan and A Bi's two beautiful faces.

Wang Yuyan was overjoyed when she saw Murong Fu wake up, especially when she saw Murong Fu fall off the cliff with her own eyes, Wang Yuyan's mood fluctuated greatly, and she didn't care about Murong Bo's presence at the moment, she threw herself into her arms, leaned her head on Murong Fu's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Cousin, you are not allowed to do such a thing in the future, do you know how worried Sister Abi and I are?"

Murong Fu hugged Wang Yuyan's soft body, heard her whispered and soft pleading, couldn't help but be shocked, reached out to caress her hair, and said softly: "Well, I promise you!" Then Abi, who was always so gentle standing next to him, also pulled into his arms, enjoying the unique tranquility.

Seeing that Murong Fu's face showed a rare touch of softness, Murong Bo also sighed slightly, turned around slightly, and did not bother.

Abi stared at Murong Fu and said, "Brother Fu, how did you get it outside, and how did this injury come about?"

Looking at the expressions of Ah Bi and Wang Yuyan, Murong Fu smiled and briefly explained the previous incident, as for the injuries on his body, Murong Fu was just scratched by the branches under the cliff to put it mildly.

After a long time, maybe he thought of Murong Bo's enlightenment, but Murong Fu's heart was a little sighing, since Murong Bo let go of his obsession and saw through the falsehood, Murong Fu's evil feeling towards Murong Bo in his heart also improved, and then said to Murong Bo: "What are your plans?"

Looking at Murong Fu's flat tone, Murong Bo knew that the estrangement in Murong Fu's heart always existed, and he didn't care, he retracted his gaze at the moment, hesitated slightly, and finally sighed lightly, shook his head and said: "What are I going to do?" Over the years, I have been indulging in the dream of reviving Dayan, and my surname has gradually become paranoid, and I have caused countless murders, but it has made you have countless hatreds in vain!"

Murong Fu said lightly: "The past is over, even if you know that you killed it, won't you count this account on my head?"

Looking at Murong Bo's confused appearance, Murong Fu hesitated slightly, and finally decided to tell Murong Bo about the sweeping monk, only to hear Murong Fu suddenly say: "That person, in fact, he is not dead"

When Murong Bo heard Murong Fu's words, he was slightly puzzled, and then said, "Which person?"

"Murong Xin!" glanced at Murong Bo deeply, and Murong Fu said softly.

For this name, Wang Yuyan and Ah Bi were stunned, Murong Xin, listening to his name, is this also a member of the Murong family? Just why have they never heard of it? Although they were puzzled, the two girls also understood that it was not appropriate to intervene at this moment, so they did not speak, and stood beside Murong Fu and listened quietly.

Murong Fu's soft voice made Murong Bo stunned for a moment, and after a while, he exhaled vigorously, his face couldn't tell whether he was surprised or missed, and the old voice that was so low that it was a little sad lingered in the latter's ear: "Have you seen him?"

Looking at Murong Bo who was so out of shape, Murong Fu sighed deeply, and then said: "A few days ago, in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I met an old monk who swept the floor, and he saw the joint finger I made, and finally learned that in fact, he has not died!"

Murong Bo's thin figure stood there straight, his eyes were closed, and the majestic aura rippled around his body, looking as if he had turned into a sculpture, and finally, his cloudy eyes slowly opened, and he looked into the distance blankly, and said slowly: "I have been in the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion for decades, and I have never seen my father?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Yuyan and Ah Bi were suddenly shocked, this name of Murong Bo, who was so strange that they had almost never heard of it, turned out to be Murong Bo's father and Murong Fu's grandfather, but think about it, when Murong Xin died, Murong Bodou was just a teenager, how could they have heard Murong Xin's name, let alone know his identity.

Murong Fu didn't explain to Wang Yuyan Abiduo, and after seeing Murong Bo's indistinguishable appearance of joy and sorrow, he said: "He has been in the Scripture Pavilion, and he has something unspeakable about the things of the past, if you have any doubts, go find him!"

Murong Bo's face changed, but he never spoke, and suddenly, among the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, the sharp pain like a pinprick flared up again, although he had to endure it three times a day, but this moment was not the moment of recurrence, only because of Murong Fu's words, his heart was shaken, yes, he actually began to relapse again.

In one day, he died three times in a row, where is there any joy in life? This pain has become more severe in recent years, and sometimes, he would like to die immediately, if it were not for the obsession of reviving Dayan to support him, how could he have persevered?

Feeling this sharp pain, Murong Bo came back to his senses, but at this moment, his eyes crossed with a touch of determination, and the light in his eyes finally fixed again (to be continued. )