Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

"Second meeting?"

Murong Fu thought for a moment, then his expression changed: "You"

The woman in white had a smile in her eyes: "Yes, the last time we met was in Dali."

Murong Fu's expression suddenly became very exciting: It turned out that this man in front of him gave him a big meal in Dali. I said who is so boring.

But after a moment, Murong Fu's expression calmed down, as if he didn't care much about the matter.

Seeing Murong Fu's calm expression, the woman in white asked curiously: "Why don't you ask me why I beat you last time?"

Murong Fu smiled bitterly in his heart: So what if I ask? How can I still call you back?

However, he also guessed that his innocent disaster was probably related to the jade statue in the Wuliang Jade Cave. At that time, in order to avoid being plotted, I directly used my sword to lift off the clothes of the jade statue. It was considered an offense to the person engraved on the jade statue.

And with Li Qiu Shui's temperament, killing a young man from an aristocratic family who had lost all his martial arts skills was not a big deal to her.

Then, it is not difficult to guess the identity of the person in front of you.

In the original work, Li Qiushui's sister was only mentioned, without even a formal name.

Murong Fu bowed deeply and said, "You are an elder, and it is natural for you to teach the younger generation a lesson. Murong Fu has no complaints."

The man was slightly startled, and apparently noticed the subtle change in Murong Fu's address.

"Why do I feel like you know who I am?"

Murong Fu silently shut up. He knew that the more he spoke at this time, the harsher his opponent would be in a fight later. Simply shutting up was the best option.

When a person, especially a woman, wants to cause trouble for you, silence is the best solution when there is no other better way to deal with it.

Seeing that Murong Fu didn't reply, the man smiled faintly: "Well, that's not important. I brought you here specifically for other reasons today."

Murong Fu said hurriedly: "Please tell me! This junior must keep it in mind."

The woman in white smiled and said, "Will you listen to anything I say?"

"Well, it depends on what you are talking about." Murong Fu smiled lightly.

The woman snorted coldly: "Little slippery man. Well, in that case, I won't mess around with you anymore. What I want to tell you today is very simple. Leave Yu Yan. You are not a good match for Yu Yan."

"what?"

At this moment, Murong Fu felt that he was hallucinating.

He thought about several possibilities in his mind, the biggest possibility of which was that he wanted to find Wuyazi by himself and settle the old scores from back then.

The result is this?

At this moment, Murong Fu suspected that he was in a vulgar plot of an ancient idol drama. And he was the poor boy who was slapped on the forehead with a check from the parents of the rich and beautiful hostess.

At this moment, Murong Fu's mood was quite complicated.

"What's the reason?"

Murong Fu's voice sounded extremely calm.

The woman in white was stunned, obviously not expecting Murong Fu to react like this, and said: "I have watched Qingluo grow up since I was a child. We share the same love as mother and daughter. Her parents are a pair of top martial arts warriors in the world. Learn from the master. But in the end they parted ways for various reasons. Qingluo herself. In short, as an elder, I prefer Qingluo’s daughter to marry an ordinary person and live a peaceful life. You think about it. If you agree to leave Yu Yan, I can give you all the martial arts from Langhuan Paradise. Is this my compensation to you? How about it, little guy?"

The woman in white said with a smile.

Murong Fu's eyes turned cold, and two cold gazes pierced from his eyes to the woman in white in front of him like knives: "Not very good." At this point, Murong Fu smiled: "And to be honest, you can control it. It’s too wide.”

The woman in white smiled faintly: "You are a hot-tempered little guy. But you are not afraid of angering me. I will directly destroy your martial arts now, or even kill you here?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "I believe you won't do this."

The woman in white asked curiously: "Why are you so sure?"

"It's very simple, because although the Xiaoyao Sect encourages fights between members of the same sect, it is strictly forbidden to fight between members of the same sect. If you break the sect rules, the consequences will be very serious."

Murong Fu said calmly.

At this point, all we can do is take a gamble.

After all, in the eyes of normal people, the Xiaoyao sect's behavior is like a group of lunatics. He can't guarantee that these so-called sect rules will have any restraint on the woman in front of him. After all, Ding Chunqiu's serial killing of masters is such a big deal. If they can do it all, what else can’t these crazy people dare to do?

As he said this, the true energy in Murong Fu's body slowly flowed, and the six-meridian sword energy flowed at his fingertips. He was ready to take action at any time. Facing such a powerful enemy, the best way to do it was to throw away your trump card at the first opportunity.

The woman in white looked cold: "Bold!"

As she spoke, the woman in white struck out with a palm, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, a majestic palm force swept towards Murong Fu in an instant

Murong Fu instantly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. Shao Ze and Shang Yang shot out their swords at the same time, blocking the invisible palm force coming towards him.

"Six Meridians Divine Sword? You have actually mastered the martial arts of Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

The woman in white's eyes narrowed slightly, her voice full of surprise.

Murong Fu smiled lightly and said, "It's just a fluke."

Late at night, in a Zen room in Shaolin Temple.

This is already the third night that Xuanci has not slept.

He always had the same dream these days, dreaming about that afternoon thirty years ago, that man who looked like a murderous god standing among the remains of a group of Central Plains masters.

The cold wind of Yanmen Pass passed through the years. Whenever he closed his eyes these days, he seemed to be able to hear the heart-rending roar of the Khitan man and the scene of his wife's tragic death.

"Sin, sin"

Xuanci whispered.

"Haha, old friend, do you remember the past again?"

A ghostly figure appeared behind Xuanci at some point.

There were no lights in the room, and only the faint moonlight could vaguely illuminate the outline of the person, while the person's figure was completely hidden in the darkness, like a wandering soul escaping from the depths of hell and returning to the world.

Xuanci said coldly: "What are you here for?"

The figure was not angry: "Old friend, don't be so heartless. We haven't seen each other for so many years. Can't I just come and catch up with my old friend?"

"What on earth do you want to do!"

Xuanci's tone was a little more serious.

"Okay, let's make a long story short."

Seeing that Xuanci had no intention of talking to him, the figure said: "Don't you think that the Khitan puppy back then has grown a little too much now? As the leader back then, you can really rest assured that I have such a good relationship with you. How can a little thing with a deep hatred continue to develop like this?"

Xuanci said: "I am a compassionate Buddha. What happened back then was my fault. Over the years, I have been repenting in my heart for the killings I committed back then. If that child is willing to come to me for revenge one day, then just let him come. Okay. My life should not have been left in this world long ago."

"Hahaha, confession? Old friend, stop lying to yourself!"

The black figure seemed to have heard some funny joke, and his voice, as hoarse as a night owl, seemed particularly strange in the silent night.