I don't know how long it took, but when Murong Fu woke up with a start, he felt a chill instantly spread throughout his body, and an unprecedented feeling of fear spread in his heart.
At the moment when he fainted, he seemed to feel that his consciousness was about to dissipate. It was a feeling of being on the verge of death.
Isn't it a practice?
Why does he feel this way?
Murong Fu looked around with lingering fear, only to see that he was still in the cave, his position had not changed, and there was a figure lying on the ground in front of him, it was Wu Yazi.
Seeing Murong Fu wake up, Wu Yazi fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, stared at him, and said hoarsely: "You little thief, you are really very scheming, just... just a little bit, I can take over your body, I hate it!"
After listening to Wu Yazi's words, Murong Fu's expression changed drastically, and the word "seize the body" immediately came to mind.
These two words seemed too abrupt in the world of martial arts, but if they were heard from Wu Yazi's mouth, Murong Fu was not surprised at all.
After all, with the mystery of the Xiaoyao sect, it is impossible to integrate them with ordinary martial arts sects, whether it is Tianshan Tonglao's immortality and eternity skill that can rejuvenate youth, or the Beiming magic skill that absorbs people's inner energy without any side effects, and the wine-turning skill Which one of those magic methods for keeping ice and youth forever is not shocking?
So now when he heard Wu Yazi talking about "occupying the body", even if he didn't want to believe it, he still understood that he had just escaped from the gate of hell in a thrilling way.
As for why Wu Yazi failed, Murong Fu had to thank himself for having the foresight to release the sad breeze in advance.
It was probably when Wu Yazi was about to seize the body that the medicine of Beisu Qingfeng took effect, causing him to be poisoned and fall to the ground. The so-called process was naturally interrupted.
After much deliberation, Murong Fu decided to poison the opponent with the sorrowful breeze, and then directly used Beiming Magic to absorb the internal energy.
After all, in his understanding of the so-called initiation method, there is always a certain risk. In addition, he was not the recipient of the original opportunity. Who knows if there will be some uncontrollable butterfly effect?
Compared with the initiation, after he directly poisoned Wu Yazi, wouldn't it be better to use the Beiming Divine Skill to absorb it?
Now that the two of them have equal skills, and the other has been poisoned by Sad Breeze, he is not afraid of backlash at all. No matter how he thinks about it, this is a foolproof method.
Who knew that it was his risky move that unexpectedly saved his life.
Even now that he had figured out the root cause, Murong Fu couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
It's just that in the original work, why didn't Wu Yazi use the same method to seize Xu Zhu? Or could it be said that Xu Zhu’s body was actually taken away later?
Otherwise, why would he be so confused that he did not return to Shaolin, but went to the Lingjiu Palace in Tianshan Mountain?
Murong Fu couldn't think about these things, and there was no need to think about them now. He just thought that Wu Yazi thought Xu Zhu was too ugly, and would rather die than live with this appearance in the world.
After trying to calm down his fearful mood, he asked Wu Yazi about the method of seizing a body.
Wu Yazi sneered: "Such a secret technique is limited by talent. Do you think anyone can learn it?"
"If you don't want to be taught, just don't teach! It's so mysterious!"
After knowing that Wu Yazi in front of him was indeed an old thief as Ding Chunqiu said, Murong Fu was not polite to him. He took off his shoes and breathed heavily on his face several times to relieve his anger.
After all, he was just a hair away, just a hair away, and he was about to die. Can he not be angry now that he was still surviving?
Thinking that after his body was taken away, not only did he lose his life, but also all his wives had to be given to this old gangster at a cheap price. Murong Fu suddenly became angry and kicked his treasure to pieces.
Wu Yazi didn't expect that he would have to suffer this crime before he died. His face turned red with pain and veins popped up on his forehead, and he couldn't scream even if he wanted to.
After Murong Fu noticed that there was a lot of internal energy in his body, but not all, he grabbed Wu Yazi's hair, placed his palm on the Baihui point on his head, and said in a cold voice: "Old thief, death is imminent, but Do you have any last words to say?"
Wu Yazi didn't have much regret in his heart. After all, he became a king and lost a bandit. He had figured this out over the past few decades of his crippled life.
"Haha, if you are kind, just kill my unscrupulous disciple Ding Chunqiu for me. I will definitely be grateful for your kindness even if I go to Jiuquan!"
"Well, since you said so, I can't kill him anymore. Don't worry! I will definitely spare Ding Chunqiu's life. You can go with peace of mind!"
Murong Fu is not a magic lamp, and letting Wu Yazi say his last words was not to make him make a wish, but to amuse him and make him die in peace.
Then, Murong Fu used the Beiming Magic Technique with all his strength, and the true energy in Wu Yazi's body suddenly poured out from the Baihui Point on the top of his head like a flood discharge dam, and entered Murong Fu's body.
With just a cup of tea, Murong Fu obtained all the seventy years of skills in Wu Yazi's body. Since he was a fellow practitioner of Beiming Divine Skill, he directly inherited the other's seventy years of skills, not like Xiao Yuanshan is general, only part of it is retained.
Without the support of her inner strength, Wu Yazi finally closed her eyes with hatred.
After placing the other party on the stone wall and sitting down with his head bowed, Murong Fu strode out of the cave.
The full amount of zhenqi in his body made him feel like he was carrying the wind when he walked, as if he could control the wind in the next moment.
"This nearly one hundred and fifty years of profound skill is truly extraordinary!"
After Murong Fu felt the power he possessed, the joy in his heart immediately diluted the uneasiness he felt for the rest of his life.
When he arrived outside the wooden house, he saw that the sky had darkened, and Su Xinghe's deaf and mute disciples gathered around holding torches, illuminating the place brightly.
Seeing Murong Fu appear, Li Shishi and Mu Wanqing immediately ran towards him and flew into their lover's arms.
Duan Yu stood far away, his heart almost breaking when he saw it.
At this moment, Murong Fu was holding the delicate bodies of the two girls, and suddenly felt an unprecedented feeling of anxiety. He was so close to never seeing them again.
The two women naturally felt Murong Fu's strange mood swings, and a feeling of loss lingered in their hearts for an instant.
At this time, Master Li raised her head to look at Murong Fu. Under the firelight, a bright white color dazzled her eyes. When she stared at her, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Master, your hair?"
Mu Wanqing also heard the sound and looked towards him, only to see that the two locks of long hair on Murong Fu's temples had turned white for some reason.
Murong Fu doubtfully combed down a lock of long hair with his hands, and saw that the hair was silvery white, like an old man's.
"Originally I wanted to write a head full of white hair, but I thought it was too outrageous, so I changed it to the middle-aged version of Yang Guo with the same hair accessories!"
