The willows on the moon, the cool breeze is blowing, Lujiazhuang is quiet and peaceful, Murong Fu turned left and right, and walked towards the small courtyard where he lived, I don't know if it was the influence of the surrounding environment, he was in a good mood, and it was rare to be leisurely.

As he was walking, suddenly, a tactful sound came, its sound was clear, high and low, light and flickering, low to very low, like a continuous drizzle, if there is nothing, although extremely low and very fine, each syllable is still clearly audible, gradually after a few circles, the sound is louder again, crisp and short, one after another, like thousands of troops, storms and rains, a strange phenomenon.

Murong Fu was attracted by Xiao Sheng, and unconsciously came to a small courtyard full of flowers, at this moment on the second floor of the attic in the courtyard, a beautiful shadow stood against the moon, a pair of slender jade hands held an emerald green Changxiao, jade fingers beating, and beautiful syllables came out one by one.

Suddenly, Xiao Sheng slammed down, Wan Lai was silent, everything was calm, and then a delicate voice with a little coldness sounded, "Murong Gongzi trespassed on other people's residences without the consent of the master's family, it is really not a gentleman's doing. ”

This woman is none other than Cheng Ying.

Murong Fu has been mixed up to this day, he has long been unaware of what his face is, his toes touched the ground, his body rose from the ground, jumped up to the second floor in the blink of an eye, and slowly floated beside Cheng Ying, looking at this narcissus-like woman, his heart couldn't help but throb a little.

Cheng Ying was stared at by him like this, a red cloud floated on his crystal face, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, "Your Excellency, please respect yourself, I didn't invite you in." ”

Murong Fu suppressed the bad thoughts in his heart and smiled slightly, "Miss Cheng's Xiao voice is gentle to listen to, the syllables are mastered just right, and the magic is perfect, with this Xiao skill, the number of people in the world who can excel is not more than one hand, but ......"

At this, he suddenly shut up.

Cheng Ying listened to him praise his Xiao skills, and he felt a little proud in his heart, and was secretly thinking about how to ridicule him, so that he could know that there are people outside the world, and he should not always look high, but he suddenly took a turn and couldn't help blurting out, "But what?"

"The girl's Xiao Yin seems to be a little extreme, when the tone is low, it is desolate and mournful, which is suffocating, and when the pitch is murderous, it is terrifying, does the girl have anything on her mind?"

"Hmph, I want you to take care of it. Cheng Ying didn't know what she remembered, her cheeks were slightly red, and she snorted in her mouth, don't look over.

In fact, according to her gentle and soft temperament, she would never lose her temper like this, but after meeting Murong Fu, she was somehow easy to get emotional, and her years of self-cultivation were completely in vain.

Murong Fu saw tears flickering in the corners of her eyes, and couldn't help but be a little curious, and quipped, "Could it be that Huang Laoxie is not good to you?" By the way, you can't run away from home and run out, right?"

As soon as Huang Yaoshi was mentioned, Cheng Ying glared at him, "Hugh is talking nonsense, if Master is like my parents again, how can he treat me badly." ”

Murong Fu smiled, "Actually, if you don't say it, I know, you are for Li Mochou." ”

"How do you know?" A hint of surprise flashed on Cheng Yingqiao's face, she was indeed in a complicated mood after learning that Lu Wushuang worshipped Li Mochou as her teacher, so she expressed a thing or two to Yue Fuxiao.

She has no father and no mother since she was a child, she grew up in Lujiazhuang, Lu Zhanyuan and his wife regarded her as their own, and she also regarded them as their biological parents, and later worshiped Huang Yaoshi, but learned that Lu Zhanyuan and his wife died at the hands of Li Mochou, and for many years she has been practicing desperately and only wants to find Li Mochou for revenge, and there is a deep hatred hidden under the gentle and quiet appearance.

But today, she learned from Lu Wushuang that Lu Zhanyuan and his wife did not die at the hands of Li Mochou back then, and Lu Wushuang also worshipped the "big enemy" as a teacher, and there was nowhere to release the hatred for many years, and the complexity of the mood was unimaginable.

Murong Fu didn't know Cheng Ying's thoughts, but he just felt some of her feelings from her Xiao Sheng, and then thought about the events of the year, so he guessed eight or nine, and couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart, "The grievances and grievances back then were twists and turns, and no one could tell who was right and who was wrong, if the girl felt that she couldn't let go, she might as well ask me for revenge, I will stand here and let you take action." ”

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Ying was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head, "I understand your kindness, but this is Li Mochou's business, even if I want to take revenge, I will only go to her, not you, let alone ...... Nor is she an enemy. ”

The tone of her voice has become much warmer, and she is still a kind woman after all.

Murong Fu said, "Li Mochou is my disciple, who will pay her debts if I don't pay them off as a master, and the girl seems to be angry with me, so it just happened to be out together." ”

"Hmph!" Thinking of Murong Fu's behavior in the past two days, Cheng Ying pursed his lips, "You think too much, we meet in Pingshui, how can I be angry with strangers." ”

"Really?" the corners of Murong Fu's mouth curled, "But I have a soft spot for girls and want you to be my woman, I don't know what the girl wants?"

"You ......" Cheng Yingdeng blushed with shame, pointed at Murong Fu with one hand, and said angrily, "How can you be so frivolous and rude!"

Murong Fu laughed, "My Fair Lady, good gentleman, what is rude or not rude, I have always been so direct." ”

As he spoke, he took a step abruptly, his body shook, and he had reached Cheng Ying's approach, and a faint fragrance came into his nose.

Cheng Ying was startled, her face was so red that she could drip blood, she just wanted to retreat, but suddenly her eyes went black, and then there was a slippery touch with a little temperature on her lips.

"Oh my God!" Cheng Yingmei stared at the boss, she looked at that handsome face in disbelief, her first kiss turned out to be ...... was taken away by him like this, she had only known this person for two days, and she couldn't even talk about being familiar with it, she only knew that he was the favorite person of her nephew, the ancestor of her cousin, and the master of the "big enemy" Li Mochou.

Cheng Ying was sluggish for about three breaths, and with a "pop", Murong Fu let go of her mouth and licked her mouth with some unfinished thoughts, "It tastes good." ”

Cheng Ying came back to her senses, both ashamed and angry, and in an instant, a pent-up anger in her heart that had been pent up for an unknown amount of time was about to come out, straight to the center of her eyebrows, the jade flute in her hand turned around, and she raised her hand and stabbed at Murong Fu's throat.

Murong Fu put one hand behind him, and the other hand reached out like lightning, like a straight sword stabbing through.

With a snort, the sword pointed at the jade flute, and Cheng Yingdeng's arm was numb, and he almost couldn't hold it.

But at this moment, she obviously didn't have any reason at all, and her free hand was suddenly handed out, and she flicked her fingers three times in a row, and three bursts of energy shot out, and the sound of breaking the air was extremely loud.

"Hehe, you have practiced your finger magic skills well, your technique is subtle, your strength is strong, and you have indeed won the true legend of Huang Lao's evil. Murong Fu unhurriedly connected three yang fingers, turning away the other party's three strengths, and commented with a smile.

"Hmph!" Cheng Ying snorted coldly, and didn't reply, his wrist flipped, and the jade flute seemed to be bent, strangely bypassing Murong Fu's sword finger and pointing at his shoulder well, in fact, it was not that the jade flute was really bent, but that the strength was too subtle, and the angle was very tricky, which would cause an illusion.

Of course, her trick is far behind in Murong Fu's eyes, and it doesn't work at all, he has at least ten ways to easily resolve it, but since he has the intention to let the other party vent, it will naturally not end so quickly, his shoulders shook slightly, and his body pulled back a position, and said with a smile in his mouth, "Since Miss Cheng has this Yaxing, I will accompany you to learn a thing or two." ”

Cheng Ying hit in the empty place with one move, it was when her heart was not going well, she was even more anxious when she heard this, and she attacked the past with a move "Qingyin outside the mountain", I don't know if it was the reason why she was extremely angry, the originally chic and elegant jade flute swordsmanship was almost deformed in her hands, and she looked fierce and obedient, sharp and ruthless.

While Murong Fu retreated and dodged, he stretched out his hand to summon a flower branch, and with a slight shake of his wrist, he used it as a long sword.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng" sounded quickly, and the two of them tossed and turned, their strength was swaying, the blue light was agitated, and the sword light was dotted.

Cheng Ying is worthy of being a disciple of Huang Yaoshi's meticulous **, with finger powers, jade swordsmanship, Luoying divine sword and other peerless learnings at his fingertips, subtle and mysterious, chic and handsome, and high martial arts, I am afraid that he is also in the forefront among all the disciples of Huang Yaoshi, if the internal force is more pure and deep, he can catch up with Huang Rong.

Gradually, the two were no longer satisfied with the narrow place in the attic, and turned to the flower garden, countless petals fluttered in the wind, the sword came like a falling ying, the sword went to the place like a spring orchid, the end is rich and beautiful, beautiful, as if the two were not fighting for life and death, but the two swords and Ming, dancing.

Cheng Ying's mood was gradually infected by this artistic conception, and he had completely calmed down, his mind was immersed in the sword moves, and he had forgotten that his original intention was to teach Murong Fu a lesson, and the sword moves were less ruthless and ferocious, and his handsome and chic nature was restored.

Finally, nearly three hundred moves passed, Cheng Ying's internal strength was about to run out, and a move Fengqu Changming stabbed Murong Fu in the chest, this move she didn't want to take Murong Fu's life, she just wanted to have an end, in fact, she had already understood that she was far from this man's opponent after calming down.

But unexpectedly, Murong Fu threw the flower branch in his hand and stood motionless.

Cheng Ying was startled, but at this time, the move was old, where did it come, in a hurry, she could only try her best to deflect the tip of the sword, and at the same time shouted in her mouth, "Get out of the way!"

Murong Fu looked at her in a daze, and an inexplicable smile flashed on his face.

With a "poof", the long sword sank into his body and pierced through his ribs.

"You...... What are you doing!" Cheng Yingden was at a loss, and there was a faint hint of anger.

Murong Fu smiled bitterly and looked at her affectionately, "In any case, this sword is considered to be my return for Mo Chou, I don't want you to live in hatred, or revenge that can never be avenged, you are a kind woman who is ice clear and jade, you should not have ......"

"What nonsense are you talking about, I don't have any hatred, let me see your ...... Huh!" Cheng Ying interrupted him, and as he spoke, he stepped forward to check his injuries, but suddenly exclaimed, "Why didn't you bleed?"

She suddenly found that after such a long time, there was not even a trace of blood flowing out of Murong Fu's body.