Sighing slightly, Murong Fu came to Zhao Min first and checked her condition, it was okay, but her internal strength was exhausted, her body was out of strength, and it was not a big deal, the bed in the room had been destroyed, so she could only be allowed to lie on the ground for the time being.

When Zhou Zhiruo saw this scene, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and suddenly remembered something, and looked at Murong Fu's chest, the wound that had been pierced by the Yitian Sword before was no longer bleeding, leaving only a small ball of blood.

After placing Zhao Min, Murong Fu turned around and picked up the two severed swords, and looked inside, and there was a thin golden scroll hidden in the sword body.

Murong Fu carefully pulled out the scroll, but did not open it in a hurry, but picked up the remains of the dragon slaying knife, which also contained a silver scroll.

"Zhiruo?" Murong Fu took out two pieces of silk, one gold and one silver, and then looked up at Zhou Zhiruo with an inquiring look in his eyes.

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head, "This thing was originally intended to be given to the husband, and there is no need to ask Zhiruo how the husband will deal with it." ”

Murong Fu smiled slightly, but he was not polite, and spread out the silver scroll, which was three feet square, full of dense fly-headed small characters, and accompanied by some pictures.

But the next moment, Murong Fu was stunned, the text on this scroll of silk was actually written in the ancient Qin Dynasty.

Suddenly, his complexion changed, and he hurriedly spread out the golden scroll, glanced at it carefully, and couldn't help but be disappointed, the words on the golden scroll were even more difficult to read than the silver scroll, and it was actually written in tadpole script in the pre-Qin period.

Murong Fu sighed in disappointment, although he was well-read, but before the Han Dynasty, he didn't know anything, and after browsing through the two scrolls, the total number of words he knew was less than ten, and all of them were obscure and unintelligible.

Originally, I thought that although the Dragon Slayer Knife and the Heavenly Sword were destroyed, at least I could get two more precious cheats, but I didn't expect them to be two bullshit things.

At this moment, Murong Fu was both annoyed and sighed, although after returning to the Central Plains, he might be able to find someone to translate it, but now that he is in the dangerous place of Xia Ke Island, it is not of much use, on the contrary, if the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Slayer Sword are still there, at least one more layer of protection.

"Don't worry," Zhou Zhiruo looked at the scroll for a while, but suddenly said, "You see, on this silver scroll, this first picture is obviously a sword mold, and this second picture depicts a person striking iron, and the third picture ......"

As Zhou Zhiruo analyzed the patterns on the scroll one by one, Murong Fu's eyes became brighter and brighter, thinking of what she had said that the third generation of Emei ancestors was one of the most famous swordsmiths in the world at that time, and couldn't help blurting out, "This scroll is a sword-casting technique?"

"The husband is really smart!" Zhou Zhiruo praised it, and then said, "I look at the sword-casting process in these pictures, although it is very different from the ordinary sword-casting process, but the three generations of ancestors are originally sword-casting masters, and his sword-casting methods are not ordinary, so this is likely to be the sword-casting inheritance left by the three generations of ancestors." ”

Murong Fu nodded, his heart was slightly happy, with this sword-forging skill, the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer Knife may not be able to return to their original appearance, suddenly his heart moved, handed the golden silk scroll to Zhou Zhiruo, and said with a smile, "This golden silk scroll, there are no pictures, and the text is more difficult than the silver silk scroll, what can Zhiruo see?"

"I'll take a look first," Zhou Zhiruo took the scroll and looked at it intently for a while, sometimes frowning slightly, sometimes flashing with brilliance in her eyes, as if she really saw something.

When Murong saw her like this, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

After a while, Zhou Zhiruo put down the scroll, pursed her lips and smiled, leaned in front of Murong Fu, and pointed to the middle of the three big characters above the scroll, "Husband may recognize this word?"

Murong Fu glanced at it, the strokes were twisted and twisted, no different from tadpoles, but it was difficult to recognize what the words were, and shook his head, "I don't know." ”

"This is the word 'sword'," Zhou Zhiruo said, and then pointed to the small characters on the scroll, "You see, the fourth word in this first sentence is the word 'iron', this is the word 'blood', and this is the word 'spirit'......"

With Zhou Zhiruo's guidance, Murong Fu frowned and pondered, although he only recognized a small part, he had a sense of déjà vu.

After a while, Murong Fu still didn't think of anything, Zhou Zhiruo covered her mouth and chuckled, "Husband, do these words match the swordsmanship we practice?"

After her reminder, Murong Fu suddenly realized, and then he didn't know what he thought, his face was ecstatic, "You mean, what is recorded on this scroll is a complete sword swinging technique, no, to be precise, the real sword technique?"

"It's the same as what I thought!" Zhou Zhiruo nodded, "Fu Jun once said that the sword swinging technique is just the surface of the 'sword swinging technique', I look at this length, the part that coincides with the sword swinging technique only accounts for a small part of it, and it is likely that the sword art that Fu Jun once mentioned." ”

Murong Fu's heart was beating wildly, if it was really a sword technique, then it would be worth destroying ten more Heavenly Swords, the sword was thousands of miles, taking the enemy's head, the demeanor of the sword immortal, which person in the martial arts did not dream of it.

Suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, Murong Fu held the golden scroll with trembling hands slightly, concentrating on memorizing the words on it.

"Husband doesn't have to be like this, anyway, this scroll is yours. Zhou Zhiruo saw Murong Fu's plan, and immediately reminded him.

Murong Fu shook his head and smiled, and nodded Zhou Zhiruo's smooth forehead, "Zhiruo, any martial arts cheats are the safest only if they are placed here." ”

It was just that in the next moment, Murong Fu was surprised to find that after this distraction, he actually forgot the first word he had just written down.

Murong Fu tried twice more, and found that no matter how much he concentrated on memorizing the words on the scroll, after a while, there would only be tadpole lines left in his mind, and there would be no words at all.

"What the hell is this, I can't remember it yet!" After several attempts to no avail, Murong Fu sighed a little frustratedly.

Zhou Zhiruo heard this, and couldn't help but look at the scroll suspiciously, and after a while, a trace of shock flashed on her face, and she sighed, "Isn't this the French language of the Immortal Family, which is difficult for mortals to reach?"

Immediately, he was overjoyed, "Congratulations to the husband, this tadpole text is so extraordinary, it more and more explains the mystery of the 'Imperial Sword Technique', I am afraid that it is not an exaggeration to call it the magic of the immortal family." ”

Murong Fu knew that Zhou Zhiruo was comforting herself, but she was right, martial arts, the more profound and mysterious things are, the more difficult it is to remember, the words on the golden silk scroll are almost impossible to remember, which shows its profundity, and this scroll is in his own hands, and it is absolutely impossible for someone to snatch it.

Thinking about the joints, Murong Fu was relieved, smiled slightly, put it on his lips, and kissed Zhou Zhiruo on the lips.

Zhou Zhiruo's cheeks were slightly red, and she lowered her head.

"Zhiruo, these two pieces of silk will be placed here with me first, and after he translates them one day, I will pass you a copy, and we will cultivate together. Murong Fu didn't know what his face was, so he naturally put away the scroll.

"Everything about Zhiruo belongs to the husband, and the husband is the one who distinguishes himself. Zhou Zhiruo said softly.

She is like this, if she is not moved, once she is tempted, she will do everything, even if the scroll is obviously Emei's thing, she also regards it as her own thing and gives it to Murong Fu, as the saying goes, marry a chicken with a chicken and marry a dog with a dog, that's what it says.

Murong Fu glanced at the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slayer Knife on the ground, "You can put away these four pieces of sword remains, and in the future, you will reforge the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slayer Sword for your husband as the treasure of the Emei Town Sect." ”

Zhou Zhiruo was stunned, but she didn't refuse, and in this way, it can be regarded as fulfilling the last wish of the master to exterminate the master.

The two simply cleaned up the house, and Murong Fu woke up Zhao Min.

Zhao Min glanced around a little dazed, but when he saw Murong Fu beside him unharmed, tears flowed down his eyes, and his body threw himself into Murong Fu's arms, "You dead man, you still think you are dead, scared me to death, you are fine......"

She only remembered that she slashed at the top of Murong Fu's head, and thought that Murong Fu was dead, but as for the rest of the matter, she didn't know anything.

Murong Fu patted her pink back, "I'm fine." ”

"Ahem," Zhou Zhiruo coughed lightly, even though she was dissatisfied, but now that Murong Fu was here, she would definitely not let her make another move, and she could only secretly endure this breath at the moment.

Zhao Min realized that Zhou Zhiruo was still present, but at this point, she didn't plan to back down anything, but hugged Murong Fu tightly with both hands, making an extremely intimate appearance.

Zhou Zhiruo's face turned cold, and she snorted, but she didn't say anything after all.

Murong Fu felt a slight headache, "Okay, this ship has been moored here for a long time, I'm afraid it will attract a lot of people's attention, let's go out first." ”

After the three of them went out, they saw Xiao Zhao, Dai Qisi, Spider, and a group of Emei disciples standing at the door together, with a look of doubt on their faces.

"Senior sister in charge, your sword ......" Ding Minjun opened his mouth, and everyone noticed that the Yitian Sword in Zhou Zhiruo's hand was gone, but there was an extra burden.

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head lightly, but did not explain anything.

"Master, are you okay, I listened to Fang Cai's movements, and I thought you were dismantling the ship, so I was so scared that I broke through the barrier. Spider asked Murong Fu worriedly.

But seeing the spider at this time, the left half of the devil's face has been smaller, and the skin is no longer red and swollen and ulcerated, but there is still a large red mark on the face.

Murong Fu smiled slightly, "I'm fine, let's land on the island now." ”

"Senior sister in charge, Murong Gongzi," At this moment, Ding Minjun called the two of them, and stopped talking.

Zhou Zhiruo nodded and motioned for her to come forward and speak.

Ding Minjun came to the front and whispered to the two, "The Huiyue Envoy and the Eighth Elder of the Beggar Gang among the three Persian envoys are still in prison, what to do, please show the master." ”

Zhou Zhiruo was slightly stunned, and then looked at Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's expression was also a little stunned, Huiyue made it back, that Chen Youliang was when he was on Spirit Snake Island, he secretly instructed the Emei disciples to detain him, but after a month, he forgot about this matter completely.

After pondering for a long time, Murong Fu spoke, "Take me to have a look." ”

"Yes!"