Infinite Heroes Seat

In Yanziwu and Shenhezhuang, Murong Fu looked at the coffin in the hall with a gloomy expression. The expression in his eyes was very complicated, with sadness, regret, and sorrow, but there was also a hint of joy. After a long time, he turned his head. To the girl standing outside the door, he asked in a deep voice, "Abi, how did my father die?"

Abi lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "The slave-servant didn't know. That day, Lord Mo came back with the master's body. He only ordered the slave-servant to prepare a good coffin for the master's body, and then sent the body and a letter back. Yanziwu, the slave and maidservant are not quite clear about other things, but according to Mr. Mo, the master died together with Xiao Yuanshan—"

"Huh, Lord Mo!" Hearing this name, Murong Fu let out a cold snort, his eyes flashed sharply, and then he glared at Abi, "I can't see how respectful you are to him!"

Abi hurriedly shook his head and explained: "The servant girl dare not. The servant girl has always been loyal to the Murong family. Back then, the servant girl never forgot to save his life, and this time it was just--"

"Okay!" Murong Fu waved his hand impatiently, "Just remember which side you are from, don't be fooled by that kid because he has handed you some martial arts! If you know you have done it all the time That kid will never let you go."

When Abi came back this time, Murongfu discovered that she was also possessing good martial arts. After inquiring, she learned from her that Mo Wen actually did not hesitate to consume her internal energy to empower her and promote her cultivation. We must know that this method is not something everyone can do. One is that it will deplete the practitioner's cultivation base, and the other is that the internal force that is forcibly instilled is also inconsistent with oneself. It's easy to get mad, but with the peculiar knowledge of Beiming Divine Art, these two points are naturally not difficult for that Young Master Mo. Therefore, in just over a year, Abi has a decent cultivation base. While envious, Murong Fu naturally does not forget to beat one or two and warn him, but the feelings he has been with for many years and the blessings of taking care of him in his childhood are very important to him. The loyalty of the maidservant is still beyond doubt.

At this time, Deng Baichuan also walked over from the back of the hall, with a sad expression on his face. At Murong Fu, he held his fist, "Master!" He opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

Murong Fu interrupted him, and asked blankly, "How did it turn out?"

Deng Baichuan took a deep breath. Then slowly said: "The old master was injured in more than ten places, the most serious were the three injuries on the chest, left leg and the top of the head. Among them, the left leg had been forcibly broken with a fist similar to the Wei Tuo pestle. Unrecognizable. The chest and the top of the head are like Shaolin's palm-like techniques. Among them, the top of the head is fatally wounded. One palm kills. The internal strength of the person who killed the old Patriarch is good."

"Are there other traces of martial arts?"

Deng Baichuan shook his head.

"Really? I know!" Murong Fu lowered his head and turned his back to him, not knowing what he was thinking.

"My son!" Deng Baichuan was a little anxious, "The old family master died so unclearly, we can't forget it like that--"

"Take it and have a look!" Murong Fu handed back a letter to him.

Deng Baichuan opened it and saw that it read: "Prince Murong: Respectfully: In the past, I worked with my father to kill the Xiao thief. I don't want the culprits to be fierce, and my father will fight for the Murong clan. In the end..., Mo Mou If you are entrusted by the son-in-law, it is hard to redeem your responsibility if you die, and you can only meet with a little maidservant to help you and return it with a funeral. I also hope that the son will mourn. — Yours, Mo Wen."

"Absurd!" Deng Baichuan was furious, and tore the letter to pieces. "The old patron is dead, but the kid is safe. Now holding a letter, he wants to separate the relationship with the mere property. How can this be? It’s a good thing! Son, we can’t just leave it alone, you must avenge the old Patriarch!"

Murongfu fell silent, without any reaction.

Deng Baichuan felt cold when he saw this, and said with a bit of weeping: "My son!--"

Murong Fu shook his head, "This matter ends here," and said to Abi, "Abi, you go back and tell Mo Wen that my father's death has nothing to do with him. My Murong family still treats him as a friend. "

Deng Baichuan couldn't believe his ears. He stretched out his hand and pointed to Murong Fu tremblingly, "My son, how can you do this! Instead of avenging the old paternal master, instead, he and the culprit--"

Murong Fu suddenly turned around, staring at Deng Baichuan, and asked in a cold voice: "Otherwise, what are you going to do? He said that his father killed him. Do you have any evidence?"

"I!" Deng Baichuan's tone was stagnant, Murong Bo's injuries were caused by Shaolin exercises, but Mo Wen had never performed such martial arts.

"And even if he killed them, you and I and Gongye will kill them, do you think you can keep this person?"

"If you can't kill him, you have to see if he will destroy our great cause of rebuilding the country everywhere?"

"Even if you are lucky enough to kill him, you know how strong the teacher behind him is. Can my Murong family be able to withstand their revenge!"

Murong Fu pushed towards Deng Baichuan step by step, and kept asking.

"I!" Deng Baichuan backed away a few steps, but was speechless. At last he looked at Murong Fu and his eyes were red, and he yelled: "But the old Patriarch died wronged! He is martial arts, but that's it. Go,..." He was talking, but the tens of years old shed tears.

Murong Fu took a deep breath and said slowly: "Now everything is focused on the restoration of the country. Once the great cause of restoration is successful, Murong will relapse and swear that he will fight to destroy the Perks. Regardless of whether or not his father's death is related to him, I The Xiaoyao faction must be uprooted, and that little beast will be broken into pieces!"

Looking at Murong Fu, who was gnashing his teeth, Deng Baichuan realized that he could no longer see through this young man. Unlike the previous arrogant and somewhat reckless young man, the young man at this time was more like an unscrupulous hero for big things.

It stands to reason that he should be pleased to look at such a young man. Only such a person can shoulder Dayan’s restoration of the country. But now Deng Baichuan only feels chills. If one day he is killed, young man Will he forget his death just because of the great cause of rejuvenation?

Thinking of this, the eyes that looked at Murong Fu were somewhat distant.

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In an inn in Luoyang city, a young man in white clothes was eating food in his room. He was seventeen or eighteen years old, but his appearance was extremely handsome. At this moment, he was sipping his drink one by one, suddenly his actions were just a meal. , Slowly put down the wine glass, smiled: "I can bear even I was killed, Murong Fu, I really underestimate you, in vain, I also deliberately simulated 72 stunts with a small phaseless skill. I killed Murong Bo, so you wouldn’t do it! If you didn’t intervene, you might be able to restore the country successfully. It’s just that with your current mentality, martial arts will be like this for a lifetime!"

Repeatedly chanting Murong Fu's name several times, the young man just smiled, and then he no longer paid attention to him, and turned his eyes to the other two people in the room.

One of them, dressed in purple, was petite, beautiful and pretty, and had an elf face. He was standing there respectfully at this time, with a little red toad crawling on his shoulders, but the girl didn't realize it, a pair of big ones. His eyes wandered around ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but there was no sense of fear. I didn't know what was thinking in my heart, and his face blushed, showing a bit of expectation.

And behind her is a very fat monk, short in stature, like a big meat ball, at this moment, holding a wine gourd tremblingly, his hands are already frozen purple, but he dare not. Let go, instead quietly squinting at the girl, her face full of panic.

"Azi, I remember only asking you to go to the Jian Jian Mianzhong Temple to fetch the ice silkworms, but I didn't ask you to bring a monk back." Mo Wen looked at Azi who stood respectfully in front of him, and suddenly said lightly.

"Yes!" A Zi nodded, but suddenly turned around, slapped the monk's forehead with a palm, and knocked him to the ground on the spot.

Then he reached out and grabbed the gourd, held it in both hands, and gave it to Mo Wen, and then said coquettishly: "Master, this gourd with ice silkworms is too cold, I can't get it! I had to ask the monk to come together. Don't punish others!"

Mo Wen frowned when he saw the dead monk on the ground. It was not because of Azi's bloodthirsty, but because he soiled the place where he lived and died suddenly. It was not a big or a problem for him. But in a blink of an eye, I left the matter behind, and reached out to take the gourd that A Zi handed over. (To be continued...)