Chapter 233

The prison cells were low, with iron nets above, and government soldiers patrolling incessantly.

Murong Fu, in this cage, suddenly heard a faint sound, as light and thin as the buzzing of a mosquito, calling out there, "Murong Fu, Murong Fu." Murong Fu focused his mind slightly and knew it was Gu Qing, and when he looked left and right, the people guarding the prison were completely unaware.

"Gu Qing?"

Murong Fu said in a low voice.

That mosquito-like sound paused, and then came again, the voice already much clearer, saying, "I used internal energy to simulate the Murong family's internal cultivation method and operated the Soul-Searching Sound Transmission Technique; only people from your Murong family can hear my voice."

This Soul-Searching Sound Transmission Technique was the peerless skill Li Qiushui used in the original work to search for Tianshan Tonglao. Like a walkie-talkie, as long as the internal energy channel matched, they could talk to each other within a certain range.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Murong Fu asked angrily.

The current Murong Fu had fallen into such a state all because of Gu Qing.

"Because I want to save you."

Before this sentence was finished, Murong Fu had already heard various strange noises. He only heard the sounds of chains breaking, "Crack!" "Crack!", from far to near. There was a slight commotion inside the prison, and then he saw Gu Qing standing before the cell.

The two met eyes, not saying a word. Gu Qing reached out and grabbed the iron chain on the cell door. With a "Crack!", the chain broke, and he was already close by. He reached out and grabbed Murong Fu by the waist. In an instant, Murong Fu felt the world spinning, unable to distinguish directions, and heard the sound of "Whoosh, whoosh" wind in his ears. When he regained consciousness, he saw the bright moon in the sky, tree shadows swaying, a Bianhe winding in front, and the lights of ten thousand homes all behind him.

Just a moment ago, Murong Fu was still in the prison of Bianjing, guarded by experts, and in this moment, he had already escaped and arrived outside the city of Bianjing.

Murong Fu looked at Gu Qing, his eyes filled with a bit of terror.

Earlier, when Gu Qing knocked him down with one move, he was afraid he had still held back.

"Sigh, still not good enough."

Gu Qing shook his head.

When Nie Feng was fifteen or sixteen, he was already supersonic, but Gu Qing, running with all his might, still hadn't reached supersonic speed.

"Brother Gu's lightness skill is truly admirable."

Qiao Feng walked out and bowed to Gu Qing, saying.

"If you hadn't lured the experts away, it wouldn't have been so easy."

Gu Qing smiled. This time, for the prison break, Gu Qing also had Qiao Feng put in some effort, luring away a few experts outside the prison, and then he suddenly launched a surprise attack to rescue Murong Fu from inside.

"Even without me, you would have been able to rescue him."

Qiao Feng said sincerely. Originally, having drunk some wine during the day, Qiao Feng was prepared to tangle well with the experts. He didn't expect that just by competing in lightness skills, he would rescue the person without hurting anyone, which was truly an unexpected joy for Qiao Feng.

Gu Qing smiled and pointed casually.

Murong Fu, on the ground, felt heat flowing into many parts of his body, and his body could move. During this process, Gu Qing didn't even deliberately strike at the acupoints; the inflowing internal energy had already forced his acupoints open.

"What do you two mean?"

Murong Fu stood up and asked coldly.

These two people—Gu Qing gave Qiao Feng the reason to destroy the Murong family, and Qiao Feng destroyed the Murong family. Both were his great enemies, yet now they had rescued him.

"After all, we two are not evil people."

Gu Qing said, "For the sake of A'Zhu and A'Bi, we cannot put you to death."

Murong Fu snorted.

"How about this!"

Gu Qing clapped his hands and said, "As long as you give up that unrealistic dream of restoring the country, change the 【Fu】 in your name to the 【Fu】 of wealth, or simply change it to Murong Fugui, indicating that you will no longer restore the country, I will run into Bianjing City again and rescue Deng Baichuan and these people."

Gu Qing was serious.

The current Murong family no longer had the financial resources. Years of accumulation were lost in an instant. Relying on Murong Fu alone to restore the country had already become a delusion. But even so, Murong Fu, hearing that he was asked to give up his dream of restoring the country, was still furious.

"Absolutely impossible!"

Murong Fu said sharply.

Then there was nothing to be done.

Gu Qing said no more, and incidentally kept a tally; this Murong Fu's attitude was not good.

"Young Master Murong."

Qiao Feng bowed and said, "We rescued you because we want to ask about the whereabouts of Yan Longyuan. This Yan Longyuan ground your father's bones to dust, and also seems to have assassinated my master, and even intended to harm my foster father. I am prepared to find him!"

Murong Fu, hearing that Gu Qing and Qiao Feng wanted to find Yan Longyuan, couldn't help but have his eyes move.

The current Murong Fu had nothing left, but according to what Murong Fu knew, Yan Longyuan had gathered most of his manpower in the Huai region and was even issuing the Yan-character flag. If he could take down Yan Longyuan, Murong Fu could also issue this Yan-character flag!

"If you want to deal with Yan Longyuan, I can help you!"

Murong Fu said after pondering.

"With Young Master Murong's help, we are truly like a tiger with wings!"

Qiao Feng smiled and said.

"Do you have any other understanding of Yan Longyuan?"

Murong Fu first probed Gu Qing and Qiao Feng.

"If there is any understanding to speak of, it is probably Yan Longyuan's disguise ability."

Gu Qing said indifferently, "Before Master Master Xuan Ku died, he still thought it was Qiao Feng who killed him, to the point that he died with his eyes open. It is truly hateful."

"Bang!"

Qiao Feng struck a tree with a hateful palm.

Murong Fu, in the prison, had been treated harshly and was now in a sorry state. Gu Qing and Qiao Feng gave Murong Fu time to tidy up his appearance and also brought him a complete set of clothes. Taking advantage of the time Qiao Feng was watching Murong Fu, Gu Qing flashed back to Bianliang City to report safety to Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing, letting them rest assured.

Gu Qing had a feeling that Murong Bo, for the sake of Murong Fu, would definitely be in Bianliang City, so it was necessary to lure him out.

"How is the Young Master?"

A'Bi asked Gu Qing nervously.

"He has matured a lot."

Gu Qing said, "This time he didn't commit suicide."

As long as Murong Fu suffered a blow and his emotions were unstable, he was prone to extremes. Like the Zhenlong Chess Game in the original work, Murong Fu committed suicide, was defeated by Duan Yu, Murong Fu committed suicide again, failed to marry the Xixia Princess, failed to parasitize the Duan family, and went straight crazy.

"Can't you say something nice?"

A'Bi was a bit annoyed.

Gu Qing smiled. Seeing that experts had already been dispatched in Bianliang and were patrolling everywhere in the city, relying on his superior lightness skill, he set off again, turning east and west in the city, and once again returned to the vicinity of the prison, still using the Little Formless Art to simulate the Murong family's mental cultivation method to contact Gongye Qian, Bao Butong, and these people.

"Your Young Master has already been rescued by me and is currently taking a bath in the Bianhe in the east of the city..."

Gu Qing reported Murong Fu's detailed address, mainly using this information to alarm Murong Bo and see if he could blow Murong Bo out, and added, "As long as your Young Master Murong gives up restoring the country, I will rescue you all..."

After shouting like this, Gu Qing turned back.

By this time, Murong Fu had already bathed and changed his clothes. His hair was damp, his clothes half-stained, and his whole person carried a sense of brokenness.

"I have already gone back to report safety." Gu Qing also incidentally took a sword for Murong Fu and brought some hot food, saying, "After eating, we will go to the two Huai regions together to deal with Yan Longyuan."

Murong Fu sat on the ground, eating and drinking heartily to restore his energy, while secretly circulating internal energy to dry his clothes.

"Hahahaha..."

On the side of the Bianhe, a long laugh suddenly came. Gu Qing, Qiao Feng, and Murong Fu looked over and saw a person coming to the riverside. His clothes were hazy, his face old and dark, and his lightness skill was extremely powerful. In the blink of an eye, he arrived close by.

Qiao Feng saw such lightness skill and compared it with the figure from the night he rushed into Shaolin, feeling that the movement style was somewhat similar, but also seemed different.

This Yan Longyuan had been trained by Xiao Yuanshan.

"Yan Longyuan!"

Murong Fu threw away the pork knuckle in his hand, stood up holding his sword, and seeing this person, was extremely hateful, saying, "What grudge did my father have with you that you actually pushed his coffin into Taihu Lake, leaving him without a corpse?" For many days, Murong Fu had been locked in prison, his heart long stifled with a breath of air. Now that he had regained his freedom, he met his irreconcilable enemy. Without a word, he attacked with his sword!

Green light flashed.

Murong Fu's sword was like a dragon, from bottom to top, twisting and flicking, condensing into a white streak under the moonlight.

"Young Master Murong's sword technique is truly powerful!"

!

Qiao Feng, seeing this move, immediately praised it.

Gu Qing glanced at him, feeling that Qiao Feng had developed an addiction to praising people.

"Hahahaha..."

Yan Longyuan dodged Murong Fu's moves, looked up to the sky and laughed, reached out and wiped his face, and his whole person changed appearance, shouting, "Look again, who am I?"

Murong Fu looked closely and saw that this person had actually become Murong Bo!

"Father?"

Murong Fu called out hesitantly, then became extremely angry. Gu Qing had said that this Yan Longyuan knew how to disguise, and Qiao Feng's master had died unclearly because of this disguise.

Now Murong Fu's voiceless call of "Father" felt like he had been taken advantage of.

"Why don't you attack yet!"

Murong Fu shouted angrily.

"Are you Murong Bo?"

Qiao Feng took a step forward, his palm power overlapping.

The previous Qiao Feng was prepared to go to Shaolin Temple to question Abbot Xuan Ci, but because of the Master Xuan Ku and A'Zhu matters, he hadn't interrogated him. Now, while investigating the murderer, this suspect Yan Longyuan suddenly transformed into Murong Bo, which for Qiao Feng could be called a double joy.

"Not bad, I am Murong Bo."

Murong Bo said calmly while dodging, "Chief Qiao, you were able to rescue my dog of a son, I am very happy. According to what I know, you are a Khitan..."

Murong Bo wanted to use his tongue to gain Qiao Feng's help.

"Shut up!"

Qiao Feng, hearing Murong Bo admit his identity, crossed his palms, thick and solid, naturally condensing air waves, and slashed towards Murong Bo!

When the future Hong Qigong taught Guo Jing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he would emphasize the ability to strike and retract, and emphasize that the essence of "Kangaroo Regrets" lies in the word "regret." This regret was the regret Qiao Feng felt after killing A'Zhu, and the current Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms were fierce and unparalleled, unique and unmatched.

Murong Fu's sword technique changed, and he stabbed rapidly towards Murong Bo!

This combination of Northern Qiao Feng and Southern Murong fighting Murong Bo together was, in Gu Qing's view, extremely satisfying. He did not intervene for the time being, but watched the three people fighting there, moving his footsteps from time to time to block Murong Bo's retreat and put pressure on Murong Bo.

Murong Bo darted east and west, his moves condensed, and his martial arts truly deserved the word "extensive." It was just that when facing Qiao Feng, he lacked confidence, and the power of the moves he used would be a few points weaker. These few points were fine when facing Murong Fu, but when facing Qiao Feng, he was constrained everywhere.

"Don't run!"

Qiao Feng unleashed the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms, chasing and striking Murong Bo repeatedly.

The current Qiao Feng's appearance was no different from the Xiao Yuanshan of those years, and his fist and foot skills were even better. Now facing the great enemy who killed his parents in those years, and who might even be the enemy who killed Master Master Xuan Ku, Qiao Feng's strikes were even more merciless. Fists, kicks, elbow strikes, and knee bumps—each move was extraordinarily powerful.

It was just that the Xiao Yuanshan of those years had once scared the guts out of Murong Bo. Now, seeing Qiao Feng's ferocity and Murong Fu's impulsiveness, in the midst of the fierce battle, he looked left and right, wanting to find a retreat.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

A soft whip came in the darkness, spinning and turning, heading towards Murong Bo.

Gu Qing, at this moment, suddenly flashed, bent his finger in the air, and pointed at the soft whip. The soft whip fell to the ground limply as if someone had hit an acupoint. His eyes shifted, and he saw another black-clad person jump out, eyes with sharp light, watching the battlefield.

The black-clad person saw Gu Qing blocking the way, flew over suddenly, and struck with a fist, which was exactly a Shaolin peerless skill.

Gu Qing looked at the black-clad person's fist path, suddenly reached out, used the Tianshan Zhe Mei Hand, and grabbed at the black-clad person repeatedly.

Gu Qing had long shouldered many peerless skills, and his fist, palm, sword, and finger techniques were all quite refined. He had also integrated his own martial arts, so using this set of Tianshan Zhe Mei Hand, which could infinitely transform moves, was truly as he wished. Xiao Yuanshan, in front of Gu Qing, felt that under the moonlight, Gu Qing was like a Thousand-Hand Guanyin, covering everything within it. As soon as this move rose, the other move responded. When Xiao Yuanshan delivered his moves, he could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality; he only felt that the pitter-patter of moves had all fallen on him.

In a trance, Xiao Yuanshan saw his late wife.

"Slap!"

Xiao Yuanshan rolled repeatedly and fell to the ground. The mask on his face had already been torn open. He spat out a mouthful of blood and couldn't stand up.

"Eh?"

Gu Qing, at this moment, seemed to notice his appearance.

Xiao Yuanshan lay on his back on the ground. Qiao Feng had left Shaolin, walked the Jianghu, and followed Gu Qing to investigate Yan Longyuan. Xiao Yuanshan had been watching from the side and saw that the "Yan Longyuan" he trained hadn't yet made things difficult for Shaolin, but was suddenly about to fall into Qiao Feng's hands, so he couldn't help but step in to rescue him.

He didn't expect that he would also fall.

"Bang!"

Qiao Feng's palm power condensed. Murong Bo, while moving, applied "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi," and the two collided. This palm was guided to slash at a tree. Then, only a "Chi" sound was heard, and a sharp blade pierced his chest. Murong Fu, holding a sword, stood behind Murong Bo, his face dazed and terrified as he thought of the "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" just now.

"Qiao Feng, come and see quickly!"

Gu Qing, at this moment, hurriedly beckoned, signaling Qiao Feng to come and see Xiao Yuanshan.

Qiao Feng walked up, and upon seeing this person's face, which was almost no different from his own, just a bit older, he couldn't help but be shocked and said in a lost voice, "Are you my father?"

While speaking, Qiao Feng stepped forward and tore at Xiao Yuanshan's face, seeing that there was no disguise on the skin.

"Are you really my father?"

Murong Fu was also tearing at Murong Bo's face, and when he felt that there were truly no traces of disguise, his eyes lost focus.

"You are still alive?"

Qiao Feng was blank and puzzled. Among many accounts, Xiao Yuanshan had clearly fallen off a cliff.

"Come back to life, Father..."

Murong Fu cried loudly on the side. He had pierced his back with a sword, and Murong Bo had already died on the spot.

"I didn't die back then..."

Xiao Yuanshan propped up his body, feeling that Gu Qing's strike was truly heavy, fortunately not fatal.

"So you didn't die back then..."

Murong Fu cried bitterly on the side.

(End of chapter)