Listen to the perfume pavilion.

The smell of tea floats in the room, and combined with the sound of the rippling lake water, it makes people feel like they are tasting the mountains and rivers.

On the contrary, as the masters, Abi and A'Zhu were treated as guests, and here they were really added as maids. But even so, the two women stood behind Yue Yuan, and then looked at Dalun with unflattering eyes.

King Jiumozhi of the Ming Dynasty.

at this moment.

For the first time, the two women discovered that the development of the matter was no longer under anyone's control, and they missed their young master quite a lot. If their young master was here, the monk would not dare to be so rude. You know, even though Jiumozhi didn't say it clearly,

, but the oppression with words and momentum is more infuriating than direct action.

Especially Abi and A'Zhu, as Murong Fu's maids, all the heroes in the world gave Murong Fu face, but now...

Just when the two girls were missing their young master, Murong Fu was indeed fighting with someone.

The two sides fought in a ruined temple.

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Full of energy.

The air was torn like rags, and then dispersed into countless air waves that were almost visible to the naked eye and surged in all directions. The already somewhat tattered doors and walls around them scattered directly into countless waves under the impact of the air waves.

fragments.

The most powerful palm force meets the most powerful palm force.

Looking from the outside, it seems as if the room shrank for a moment and then expanded suddenly.

sharp!

Murong Fu admired in his heart, this was the first time he had seen such fierce palm power. It reminded him of a famous martial art in the world - the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon.

As for Bao BuTong and Feng BoEi, at this moment, the person who made the move could hardly see clearly, and was forced out by the air wave generated by the fight. It was not until the two of them came outside that as the wooden door and wall collapsed,

Only then could we clearly see the characters inside.

The person who came here was very tall, in his thirties, wearing an old gray cloth robe that was slightly tattered. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had a high nose and wide mouth, and a square face with a rather weathered look. As he looked around,

Very powerful.

Compared with Murong Fu's slender figure, the person who came here was actually much bigger.

With just one glance, Feng BoE and Bao BuTong could not help but admire in their hearts at the same time: "What a big man! This must be a generous and tragic man from the Northern Kingdom of Yan and Zhao!"

At this moment, the tall man stood in the ruined temple, facing Murong Fu from afar.

"..."

Murong Fu's somewhat narrow eyes couldn't help but squint. His eyes flickered slightly at the man who fell vertically from the roof and slapped him. After a long while, Murong Fu asked: "The leader of the Beggar Clan...

...Qiao Feng?!"

The tone sounded like a question, but it was indeed a positive attitude.

"The stars have changed!"

"Gusu Murong!"

Murong in the south, Qiao Feng in the north.

As famous as they are in the world, this is the first time the two of them have met.

In Qiao Feng's eyes, the person in front of him had a kind of femininity, which reminded him of the blond man he saw in Yangzhou that time who seemed to be infected by the cold. Involuntarily, Qiao Feng thought about it in his heart.

The two made a general comparison.

This comparison made Qiao Feng realize that Murong Fu had an extra sense of femininity.

"You are not a murderer!"

Immediately, Qiao Feng said another sentence, otherwise Murong Fu would be blamed.

"Um?"

Murong Fu couldn't help but be surprised by these words, and asked in surprise: "Gang Leader Qiao has seen the murderer?"

"Ugh!"

Nodding, Qiao Feng said: "I just had a fight with someone this morning. This attack was just to test Brother Murong, but from the fight, you are not that person!" Besides, the disciples of the Beggar Clan have repaid you Gusu during this time.

There was no trace of Rong, but there was not enough time.

"It's not a good fit here right now!"

"Please come with me!"

After saying that, Qiao Feng had already stepped out of the ruined temple and headed towards the back.

Qiao Feng was bold and majestic, but not stupid. In a short time, he determined that the murderer was not Murong Fu. In order to confirm his suspicion, he used a surprise attack to force the other party to use his family's secret skill Dou Zhuan Xing Yi.

But it was precisely because of this sudden change of events that Qiao Feng was certain that Murong Fu was not the murderer he was chasing.

There is no other reason.

Murong Fu's skill was not enough.

But Qiao Feng is sure, but it doesn't mean that others will believe it.

Even though he is the leader of the Beggar Clan, he cannot control public opinion. Only by finding real evidence can he elude other people's suspicions. After all, the characteristics of the change of fortune are too familiar to people, but people have also taken advantage of this.

Murong Fu paused after hearing this. He did not expect that the meeting with Bei Qiao Feng would be like this. After thinking about it, he immediately greeted Bao BuTong and Feng BoE and left together. As soon as the three of them left, there was

A group of martial arts people stepped into the ruined temple, but there was no trace of anyone. Only the ruined temple, which was mostly collapsed, told everyone that there had been fights here before.

So...

In a short period of time, Murong Fu was again blamed.

…

The carriage rides leisurely.

For Dugu Feng, who left Yangzhou and went to Suzhou, the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu had nothing to do with her.

The current situation, no matter how chaotic it is, is nothing more than that in Dugufeng's eyes.

Thinking back to the beginning, Buddhism, Taoism, demons, foreigners, etc. were in chaos in the Central Plains, and Taoist masters ended up in a shocking situation. How many martial arts masters died during this period? In the top level, the top Buddhist sects were almost wiped out, even Fan Qing.

Hui, if it weren't for the favor of Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, I'm afraid... her end wouldn't be much better.

Therefore, the so-called killings in the world now have no interest in Dugu Feng at all.

At the moment, the only thing that can interest Dugu Feng is swordsmanship and Yue Yuan.

Dugu Feng was extremely interested in Yue Yuan's past and the things he concealed.

That curious attitude has been lingering in Dugufeng's heart since she saw Yue Yuan again that day by the river.

In the carriage.

Dugu Feng sat cross-legged, with the black iron giant sword resting on his knees.

Half a moment.

The carriage suddenly stopped.

Dugufeng closed his eyes to relax and suddenly asked: "Where are you?"

"The owner of the village!"

"It's still a long way from Suzhou! Now we're arriving..."

The maid driving the carriage looked at the location of the carriage and then figured out where she was.

"take a break!"

Opening his eyes, Dugu Feng gave the order, and then he got out of the carriage. The reason why he stopped here was not because of any reason, but when Dugu Feng came here, his heart suddenly rose.

A strange feeling caused the carriage to stop temporarily.

"Um?"

With a quick glance, Dugu Feng discovered that she was not the only one on the road. The road not far ahead was blocked. There were many people pushing and shoving there, as if something had happened.

When she got out of the car, a maid came up to ask her why.

soon.

What happened had already fallen into Dugufeng's eyes. The reason was that it was a very common way for Jianghu people to intercept and kill people. The only thing that made people feel a little surprised was that the person being chased was a scholar who was at a loss what to do.

Without any martial arts, the whole person can be said to be helpless.

There, there were already passers-by who couldn't bear to look at it and were ready to intervene. Although most people in the Song Dynasty were helpless, there were also many people who were wandering around the world. When they saw injustice on the road, they naturally drew their swords to help.

They were fighting in front, but maybe because of their poor strength, they were retreating steadily.

However, the scholar was rescued by her maid in the chaos and brought to Dugu Feng.

The scholar's face was extremely pale.

The whole person seems to have lost his energy and energy, and his eyes are even more hollow.
To be continued...