Late at night, there was no light in the sky, only the color of pitch black like ink, and the light around was extremely dim, and suddenly, a figure pierced the darkness, and a phantom swept by like lightning, and beside him, the other was like a leisurely walk, unhurried, not a trace slower than the phantom.

I saw that after the sweeping monk stepped out, his figure also faded quickly, and then I saw that his figure was suddenly a few feet ahead, and several afterimages had been dragged out behind him, such a strange figure was really incredible.

The thoughts in Murong Fu's heart were flying, but his speed was not slow at all, and under the urging of the streamer body method, it was like a phantom that crossed the sky, and disappeared under the Shaomu Mountain in the blink of an eye.

Following the sweeping monk and walking towards the mountain again, after a long time, the sweeping monk suddenly stopped his body, and Murong Fu finally stopped gradually.

"There's the Scripture Pavilion in front!"

The sweeping monk said lightly, and then pointed to an extremely simple wooden house next to it, which stood alone in the empty area on the edge of the scripture pavilion, lonely and lonely, as if it would last forever.

"This is my dwelling...... The sweeping monk did not care about the simplicity of the dwelling, and even because it had long become a habit, the wooden house became more and more familiar.

Murong Fu's gaze followed the sweeping monk's hope, looking at the small wooden house, even if it was a little far away, he could vaguely see the wooden house leaning on the ancient locust tree, looking silent and lonely.

"I know you have a lot of doubts, come with me!" The sweeping monk's gaze slowly turned to Murong Fu, and then put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, seeing the disappearing figure of the sweeping monk, Murong Fu also hurriedly used the streamer body method to catch up, and after a few breaths, the figures of the two were completely eliminated in the night

In front of him, there are rows of bookshelves, Buddhist scriptures, and files, permeated with a faint fragrance of ink, here, even the famous Shaolin 72 stunts can not attract the attention of the two.

"If you want to ask, just ask!" With a flick of his fingers, he slowly sorted out the scriptures scattered on the shelves, and the sweeping monk also sighed softly.

Hearing this, Murong Fu hesitated for a moment, and finally pointed out the question in his heart: "Since you are the son of the ancestor of Longcheng, why did you suddenly fake your death, leave Jiangnan, where Gusu Murong has lived for generations, come to the Shaolin faction, and stay incognito?"

When Murong Fu's last word fell, the sweeping monk's figure with his back to Murong Fu slowly turned around, and there were not too many other emotions on his face.

"Yes, I am the son of Murong Longcheng!" The voice of the sweeping monk became a little vicissitudes at this time, as if he had a little magic power, so that Murong Fu, who was a little uncalm because of the memory of these things, calmed down again, but at this moment, the sweeping monk slowly recalled his past: "Indeed, he is a martial arts wizard, and he has created the original "Dou Zhuan Xing" Stunt, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, invincible in the world, but it is precisely because he is Murong Longcheng and my father that I can only live in the shadow of the son of Murong Longcheng at that time, maybe other people will envy this respect, but at that time I was crazy and wanted to escape. ”

For the sweeping monk's light sigh, Murong Fu was also silent, and he couldn't find the slightest word of opposition, having a father who was invincible in the world might not be a good thing, because since then, he has been labeled as the son of Murong Longcheng, because in the hearts of others, they only know that he is the son of Murong Longcheng, not Murong Xin.

Murong Fu looked at the sweeping monk with a look of memory on his face, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Then what?"

The sweeping monk looked directly at Murong Fu, and after a while, he said slowly: "Then I left Shenhezhuang and wandered in the rivers and lakes, I want to prove myself, I am not only the son of Murong Longcheng, I am also myself, Murong Xin!"

Hearing this, a touch of surprise flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, and he said in his heart: "I didn't expect that the sweeping monk still had a past when he was young, this courage is indeed far superior to ordinary people." ”

"After leaving Shenhezhuang, my martial arts at that time had a small success, so I began to challenge all the way, all the way to grow up the years, and then a few years later, that is, when my martial arts first entered the top masters, in the rivers and lakes, there was one more name, Nan Murong!" The sweeping monk raised his head, with memories in his eyes: "It was then that I met your grandmother, and a year later, I had Bo'er." ”

Hearing the sweeping monk's low voice with some emotion, Murong Fu was stunned, it turned out that the name Nan Murong had been passed down from the sweeping monk's generation, and that grandmother, who was it, but Murong Fu had a lot of doubts: "That grandmother, who is she?"

The sweeping monk seemed to have guessed Murong Fu's doubts a long time ago, and looked at Murong Fu and said softly as if he had a little deep meaning: "Her name is Li Canghai." ”

Hearing this, Murong Fu's face was stunned, and after a while, he was stunned, Li Canghai, the little junior sister that Wuyazi never forgot, turned out to be his grandmother? Murong Fu suddenly felt that this world was really too small, and then thought about it, no wonder the sweeping monk could see that he was using the Xiaowuxiang Gong of the Xiaoyao Sect when he saw Jiu Mozhi at the beginning of the first day, it turned out that the Murong family and the Xiaoyao Sect were really quite related.

The sweeping monk looked at Murong Fu and shook his head and said: "In the previous battle between you and the man in black, although the moves you used were not the moves of Bai Hongzhang, I can see that the luck method in your palm is the same as the luck method of Bai Hong's palm power, I didn't expect you to know the palm of the Xiaoyao faction, I remember when Canghai said that the martial arts of the Xiaoyao faction are not from the middle of the sect, and they cannot be passed on, so they have not been taught to Bo'er, I didn't expect you to be able to learn, the word fate is really unpredictable!"

In this regard, Murong Fu could only smile bitterly, did he want him to tell the sweeping monk that Wuyazi was Wang Yuyan's grandfather, for such an intricate old past, Murong Fu was to tell the sweeping monk.

After a while, I only heard the sweeping monk continue: "I, who has reached the top of my martial arts, am arrogant, and I don't think that I will be weaker than my father Murong Longcheng, so that year, I took Bo'er and Canghai back to Shenhezhuang and challenged that man!"

Quietly listening to the memories of the sweeping monk, Murong Fu's face was silent, although he didn't know what the result was, but he guessed that it must be the defeat of the sweeping monk, the sweeping monk used the strength of the top master to fight against the Murong Dragon City of the Supreme Grandmaster Realm, and it was also with the Dou Zhuan Xing Shift created by Murong Dragon City, such a challenge, even with his toes, he could think of it.

Who knows, the sweeping monk took a deep breath, and finally a few imperceptible pains appeared on his face: "When I returned to Shenhezhuang with my wife and children, my father was long gone, and I could never find his whereabouts, so I could only accept it helplessly!"

Murong Fu was suddenly startled, and hurriedly said, "How can this be?" The ancestor of the Freedom Sect also lost his whereabouts, and Murong Longcheng was also like this, which made Murong Fu have to think nonsense.

And the sweeping monk on the side seems to have fallen into memory, although he has always wanted to prove himself, but the memory has never been erased, there is still a deep father-son relationship between the sweeping monk and Murong Longcheng, the deeper the time, it will only be like the stronger the wine, and only said after a long time: "Subsequently, I took Canghai and Bo'er to stay in Shenhezhuang, and never stepped into the rivers and lakes again, living a dull life." ”

Hearing the sweeping monk's words, Murong Fu was a little confused, if this was the case, then why did he go to Shaolin Temple?

The sweeping monk's eyes full of vicissitudes of life only glanced at Murong Fu's face, and he knew Murong Fu's thoughts, but he didn't say anything, and suddenly glanced at the sky in the distance: "Until one day, when my martial arts have been perfected, I realized that I was really inferior to my father, and I thought about the scene when I tried to challenge him at the beginning, and I realized how self-conscious I was at the beginning!"

"It wasn't until then that I understood what the gap between me and my father was? He was extremely talented, and he even created the immortal science of Douzhuan Xingxing, and I, I have been learning the Douzhuan Xingjian left by him, but I wanted to surpass him, so from that time on, I made up my mind to create an immortal science that was not weaker than Douzhuan Xingjiao!" Speaking of this, the voice of the sweeping monk trembled slightly