"Did he just come alone?" Murong Fu asked Abi in a low voice.

Abi nodded and said in a weak voice: "When I came back, I met this monk at the Taihu Ferry. He said he was here to visit Mr. Murong... I thought he was here to find the young master, so I

I brought him here, but I didn't expect that when he arrived at Yanziwu, he shouted that he wanted to see the master..."

Murong Fu patted Abi's shoulder gently, but Abi's body trembled and her head dropped again.

Murong Fu just wanted to comfort her, but he didn't take it seriously. At this time, A'Zhu was leading a group of Yanziwu guards to surround the Tibetan monk, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

If we really want to fight, how can these people be the enemies of this monk?

Murong Fu smiled and walked forward.

A'Zhu called "Young Master", but protected him behind him, knowing that his injury was not healed, and did not want him to put himself in danger.

Murong Fu waved his hand to show that he was confident, and then A'Zhu stepped aside.

"Your Excellency, you are Gusu Murong Fu, right?" The Tibetan monk spoke first, with a somewhat disdainful look on his face.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Master Jiumo has come all the way, let's go to Tingxiang Pavilion for a cup of tea first!"

This time Jiumozhi was a little surprised.

Back then, he had only met Murong Bo once and made a deal secretly. No one else in Yanziwu had ever seen him, but how did Murong Fu know his identity?

It was precisely after Jiumozhi learned the news of Murong Bo's death that he dared to come to Yanziwu to seek bad luck. He coveted the various martial arts schools collected in Yanziwu.

He performed a Buddhist salute and said: "There is no need to drink tea. The poor monk came all the way just to fulfill the agreement he made with the old benefactor Murong. Unfortunately, the old benefactor Murong is no longer alive, so the poor monk also has to

Pay a tribute or two at his grave."

What Jiumozhi said was to test the reality of Yanziwu. After all, Murong Bo was an old fox, so Jiumozhi would not believe that he really fell ill.

"Master Jiumo, this Yanziwu is full of masters. If you want to pay homage to him, you can do it on this pier. Come, prepare incense paper candles!" A'Zhu said with great momentum, but he did not want to let this person of unknown origin pass.

People enter Yanziwu.

"Hmph!" Jiumozhi snorted coldly, pointed at Murong Fu and said, "Your Majesty, when you met me back then, you would always call me Master. I never thought you, Murong Fu, would be so rude!"

"How outrageous!" A'Zhu and A Bi shouted at the same time, "This is Murong Yanziwu, Gusu. It's not your turn, a monk of unknown origin, to act wildly!"

After they finished speaking, the guards pulled out the steel knives in their hands.

A'Zhu whispered to A Bi: "Go quickly and invite Uncle Deng and the others."

Abi nodded, looked deeply at Jiumozhi, and was about to take action, but was stopped by Murong Fu.

Murong Fu cupped his hands and said, "Master Jiumo, I understand what you mean. You look down on me, Gusu Murong Fu, right?"

Jiumozhi didn't expect that Murong Fu would point it out so directly, but in this case, he didn't want to keep showing off. He was clearly going to be domineering. If the other party wants to reciprocate with him, it depends on whether he has this

Qualified!

People in the world of martial arts sit together and talk, not by etiquette, but by force! Jiumozhi believes in this truth, and Murong Fu also understands it.
Chapter completed!