Murong Fu Dongfangqing

"Love is giving, desire is taking." Murong Fu paused and continued:

"To love someone is to give for him wholeheartedly. As long as he is safe and happy, you will feel happy and happy. Even if he falls in love with someone else, you will only send blessings with tears in his eyes. This is the highest state of loving someone."

"But you are more possessive of Lu Zhanyuan. If you are loyal to him, you also ask him to be loyal to you. When you feel that he has betrayed you, you want to use force to force him to return to your side."

"Can you imagine, if he succumbed to force and returned to you, would he still be the one you fell in love with at the beginning?"

Li Mochou fell into deep thought, shaking her head and nodding for a while, the expression on her face was extremely complicated, she couldn't figure out why after thinking for a while.

Suddenly remembering that it was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy who was "talking about love" with me, I suddenly wanted to laugh, I am afraid that this kind of master is the only one in the world.

In fact, Murong Fu was just talking nonsense to her, hoping to untie her knot, no matter whether he could let go of his feelings for Lu Zhanyuan, at least he should not live in hatred.

If you follow Murong Fu's own theory: "If you love her, you will possess her."

A few days later, Murong Fu was standing in front of an old man by the Hanshui River, and asked suspiciously: "No? Old man, did you remember it wrong? Think about it again, the father and daughter's surname is Zhou, and the age of the father is unknown." , but the daughter should be about ten years old."

The old man pondered for a while and said: "It is true that there are no fathers and daughters of the Zhou family that my brother mentioned. I have been punting on the banks of the Hanshui River for decades, and there are very few people with the surname Zhou. Either they have no daughters, or the daughters are already married. Wife, about thirty years old."

Murong Fu expressed his thanks with a little disappointment, and turned to leave.

Li Mochou followed Murong Fu and asked suspiciously: "Master, are they your relatives?" For the past two days, Master has been inquiring about a pair of Zhou's father and daughter by the Hanshui River, their appearance and age are unknown.It's a pity that everyone who asked about it shook their heads and said they had never heard of it.

Murong Fu smiled wryly and shook his head without explaining.Standing on the bank of the river and looking at the rushing water in front of him, Murong Fu's mind was like a tide, no matter whether he came early or late, there are always traces to follow, how come no one has heard of it.

Could it be the wrong place?Or some unknown butterfly effect?

Murong Fuben was ready to go back to Yanziwu, but when he was passing by Hanshui, he remembered Zhou Zhiruo who was also distorted by emotions in the original book, and thought about finding Zhou Zhiruo and seeing if he could do something to change her ending.

Unexpectedly, no one has ever heard of a father and daughter surnamed Zhou sailing here.

Thinking that since I came to this world, I have gained a lot by taking advantage of being familiar with the plot, so why should I be greedy and want to cover everything.Simply stop entangled, go back to Gusu Yanziwu to plan major events.

After thinking everything through, Murong Fu looked at the surging waves in front of him again, and suddenly he felt proud. He remembered the story of Bodhidharma crossing the river with a reed. He drew out his long sword and threw it vigorously into the river. Flying along the river.

"Master!" Li Mochou couldn't help but screamed when she saw Murong Fu making such a dangerous move, but when she saw Master's demeanor like a sword fairy, she praised in her heart, "Master's lightness kung fu is getting better and better." , a look of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Murong Fu stood with his hands behind his back, his spirit was high, he felt like he was flying with a sword, but he didn't dare to be careless, his apprentice was still watching from behind, if he accidentally capsized in the gutter, it would be embarrassing, even if the Hanshui The gutter is much wider.

So he carefully controlled the long sword, pressing down on the sword with his toes from time to time to accumulate strength.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the front, and I saw two river boats rowing towards them like flying, but there was a ferry boat rowing towards the two river boats in front of the left.Taking a closer look, there was a big bearded man sitting on the river boat in front of him, paddling rapidly with both hands, and two children, a boy and a girl, were sitting in the cabin.

The latter boat was relatively large, and there were four foreign monks and seven or eight Mongolian officers and soldiers standing in the boat.And another old man with white beard and hair stood on the other ferry boat rowing from the left. .m.

"Could it be..." Murong Fu was overjoyed, and couldn't help saying, "I searched for her thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but that person was in a dimly lit place."

The big bearded man had extremely strong arms, and the boat was rowing very fast, but the officers and soldiers were so numerous that the distance between the two boats was getting closer and closer. The monk and the officers and soldiers bent their bows and set up arrows, and shot at the big man.Feather arrows pierced the air with a humming sound.

Murong Fu was worried, raised his zhenqi on his feet, and accelerated towards the boat.The old Taoist also found him, and seeing a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy crossing the river with a long sword, he exclaimed in his heart: "You are so young, so handsome."

Suddenly there was a scream of "ah", and the boy in the boat was hit by an arrow in his vest.

The big bearded man was startled, he looked back, he was hit by arrows one after another on his shoulder and back, he couldn't hold the oar firmly in his hand, and fell into the river, the boat suddenly slowed down, the big boat behind caught up in an instant, and seven or eight Mongolian soldiers and monks jumped aboard boat.

The big bearded man was also very brave, regardless of his injuries, he tried his best to block it.

Murong Fu saw that the situation was critical, he jumped towards the boat with a touch of his toes, he grabbed back with his right hand in mid-air, the long sword in the river flew into his hand as if it had eyes.

When they arrived on the boat, they happened to see an officer and soldier slashing at the little girl in the boat with a knife. The little girl threw herself on a dead man in the cabin, crying, "Daddy! Daddy!"

In his heart, Murong Fu used Lingbo Weibu in a hurry, he moved to the little girl's side in an instant, held the saber of the officer and soldier with his sword and sent him flying, and picked up the little girl with one hand.

A monk next to him saw a young boy appeared suddenly, he didn't ask why, he swung his left hand and hit him, Murong Fu also stabbed the monk's wrist with his sword.

Unexpectedly, the monk gave a strange smile, instead of retreating, he advanced, with a strange twist of his wrist, he grasped Murong Fu's sword, it was a kind of capture technique.And the right hand used all the power of the whole body, and hit the little girl in his arms with a palm. It turned out that his goal was only the little girl.

Murong Fu's long sword was caught and he would be unable to break free for a while, seeing that the little girl was about to be hit, Murong Fu decisively let go of the long sword, hugged the little girl and turned around, intending to use his back to take the blow forcefully.

The little girl stared blankly at the boy who sacrificed his life to save her. When the fan monk saw the boy sacrificed himself to save the little girl, he was not polite at the moment, and stamped his palm on his back.

But the scene of the young man vomiting blood and dying did not appear, instead, his own palm force poured into the sea like a mud cow, and then his own internal force surged out. The monk was terrified, and immediately stopped his hand.

Murong Fu took the opportunity to turn around and poked the monk's left chest with one yang finger, with a "chi" sound the monk was killed immediately, Murong Fu went back to the bow to join the big man.

At this time, the old Taoist also jumped onto the boat, waving his robe sleeves, and two feathered arrows flew far away. As soon as he stepped on the board of the boat with his feet, he swung his palm, and immediately several monks and officers and soldiers fell about ten feet away. He fell into the river, but the old man obviously showed mercy.

(There are two more chapters today, I wish you all a happy New Year's Day, please collect and ask for flowers)

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