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Chapter 125

Chapter 125

"Mr. Murong is here, the little monk Dalunming King Jiumozhi, come to pay respects."

When the soft voice came, Murong Fu was slightly stunned, and then, he smelled a vague fragrance?

who is it?

After recovering, he walked slowly outside, only to see a figure walking over.

This man looks like a monk, wearing common clothes, hemp shoes on his feet, his face is like a crown jade, and his treasure looks solemn.

"I wonder what the master has to do with my Murong family?"

Murong Fu smiled slightly, but there was a little vigilance in his eyes.

This person said that he was the Great Wheel Ming King, but he didn't know if it was true or not, even if it was true, he might not have any good intentions when he came to Gusu Murong's house.

After all, I have no friendship with Tubo at all, and it is very likely that the visitor is not kind.

Jiumozhi looked at Murong Fu's vigilant look, and couldn't help smiling, "Your Excellency must be Mr. Murong Murong, you are being polite, little monk.

The young monk is an old friend of Mr. Murong Bo. Now he misses his old friend and wants to see him. I also ask Mr. Murong to make it convenient for him. "

Murong Fu frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy in his heart, but his face remained calm: "This master has made a mistake. My father passed away many years ago, but now I can't see you."

This monk is probably a deceitful liar, he is looking for an old friend, he is looking at Mr. Murong Bo, maybe he is just looking for a pretext to enter the Huan Shi Shui Pavilion.

He knew that his family's Huanshi Shui Pavilion was a sacred place in the entire martial arts world, and countless people from all corners of the world flocked to it, wishing to go in and have a look.

He has seen this kind of thing many times, and the monk in front of him is probably the same.

As for the identity of Maharaja Maharaja, it must be faked.

Murong Fu cursed in his heart, while speaking, he was already ready to act.

It's fine if this person walks on his own, if not, then he will be the same as the people in the rivers and lakes in the past.

In the past, anyone in my house could enter Shishui Pavilion?

Seeing Murong like this, Jiumozhi didn't say much, he came here out of uneasiness and good intentions.

Before... Su Daochen told him that Murong Bo was not dead, but he was always a little dubious. He even searched in many places, even walked around the Shaolin Cangjing Pavilion, but he didn't find anyone there.

After a long time, he wanted to go to another place to verify and verify, and the best place was Murong's house in Gusu, where his "old friend", Murong Bo's grave was located.

Whether he cheated or not, you just need to dig open the grave to have a look.

As for guilt or something, it is impossible to have.

The hidden danger of concurrently practicing Shaolin's unique skills is real, which is enough to prove that he didn't have any good intentions when he gave himself martial arts and martial arts.

I was just retaliation, if he really died, the grievances between the two of them would be written off, and the body would be put back.

If he didn't die, it wouldn't be a pity to him, and he would definitely find a chance to take revenge.

After thinking about it, Jiumozhi said: "Of course the young monk knows that Mr. Murong has passed away, and now he just wants to visit his grave.

Mr. Murong Bo and I talked very happily at the beginning, discussing the main points of martial arts together, after we parted, the young monk was also deeply impressed, but I didn't expect that the old man would pass away suddenly and for a long time.

This matter, the little monk is deeply regretful, this time I came to Gusu from a long distance, just to catch up with Mr. Murong Bo in front of his grave, and to ask Mr. Murong to help him. "

Murong Fu waved his hand, he had already decided that the person in front of him was a liar, no matter what he said, he didn't quite believe it.

"We don't see outsiders at Murong's house in Gusu, and our father's gravestone cannot be lost. No outsiders are allowed to go to Murong's house in Gusu except my own. I hope Master will please come back."

As he said that, his sleeves swelled up slightly. Although his face was still calm, his true energy had already begun to circulate.

"Really can not?"

"Really not, Master, please go back."

"In that case, don't blame the young monk. The young monk just wants to see Mr. Murong Bo."

As Jiumozhi said, he sighed lightly, stretched out his hand, his whole body turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards Murong Fu.

So fast!

Murong Fu couldn't help being a little stunned.

Isn't this a liar, why... Look at this appearance, the inner strength is very deep?

Could it be...he is really the King of Great Wheel Ming, different from those people from the rivers and lakes before, he didn't covet my family and use Shuige kung fu?

But... If... If so, why didn't his father mention to him that he has something to do with Tubo Guoshi?

For a moment, Murong Fu understood that he seemed to have done something wrong.

But... so what.

He must not be allowed to pass over his father's grave.

If this person is really an old friend of his father, how can he attack him, I am afraid that even if he is really the Great Wheel Ming King, the relationship between the two will not be very good.

A whistling sound was heard, and Murong Fu watched a palm dilate in his pupils, but his face did not change.

What about Dalun Mingwang?

Who are you?

He is Gusu Nan Murong, Murong Fu.

His strength is unique in the entire martial arts world, not to mention, he has been studying the classics these days, and he only feels that his martial arts have greatly improved.

It is quite easy to deal with King Ming.

Murong Fu raised his hand and slapped it directly with his palm.

Bang bang bang!

In the blink of an eye, he made dozens of palm moves, and...every palm trajectory, every shot, was at an extremely tricky angle.

There was even a hint of evil in the palm technique.

Jiumozhi's eyes were slightly stunned, he felt that this palm technique was interesting, worthy of the Murong family.

It's just... Looking at it like this, the inner strength of the Murong boy is very shallow, not as deep as that of the old Mr. Murong.

Although the palm technique is exquisite, it is still useless when it touches myself.

He exhaled with one palm, and there were thousands of changes in his palm technique, as well as countless back moves. The most important thing was that the internal power in his palm technique was much stronger than that of Murong boy.

boom!

The strength swept across, and the surrounding wooden boards were lifted up one by one and turned into pieces.

Murong Fu's face turned red. Under the impact of the majestic force, his whole body felt sore and numb. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, blood spurted out, and his expression became depressed.

This is impossible!

His eyes were full of horror, and he lowered his head, looking as if he had been hit hard.

Feeling his own condition, his heart was extremely unbelievable.

Why is this old monk so strong?

How could his strength reach this level?

Impossible, impossible!

My strength has improved a lot.

With this treasure book, his martial arts progress has been greatly improved, but even so, he is still no match for the light blow of the old monk.

Does this...does it mean...everything I do is useless.

At this moment, Murong Fu could only feel the darkness in front of his eyes, and the self-confidence he had before disappeared in an instant.

I thought that my martial arts skills were rare in this world, but I didn't expect that I would be frustrated easily.

"Master Murong, are you willing to accompany this little monk to Mr. Murong's grave now?"

Seeing Murong Fu's appearance, Jiumozhi sighed slightly, this man... is still far behind his father.

(End of this chapter)