When Murong Fu returned to the villa again, it was already a few hours later. He overestimated the player's leveling speed. According to the current trend, the first echelon of players would reach level ten and start becoming a master.

Three hours.

It can't be said that the players are not diligent enough, it's just that the experience given by the system is too little. Monsters of the same level only have a fixed 100 experience, and every lower level has to be reduced by 10%, that's it.

This is a martial arts background. Level represents a person's overall strength to a certain extent, and the same level means that there is not much difference in strength.

Think about how difficult it is to defeat your opponent one-on-one.

emmmmm……

Of course, players can form a team, but the experience will be reduced accordingly. The more people in the team, the more the loss will be. From this point of view, the system in the arena prefers to work alone or in small teams rather than in small groups.

Operations on a large scale like the army are truly worthy of the world of martial arts.

…

Shenhe Village is located on a small island in the north of Taihu Lake. The outside of the island is covered with reeds and has a certain degree of shelter.

After sending away the boatman who had been ferrying people on Tai Lake all year round, Murong Fu strolled in.

The surrounding vegetation of the island is dense, but it does not block the view. Through the gaps between the flowers, plants and trees, you can see the blue lake behind it, like a paradise.

A gravel path winds up on the ground. Shenhe Village is located near the center of the island, on a slightly higher ground. As you get closer, you can see a huge plaque hanging on the gate of the tall village, with the three characters "Shenhe Village" written on it.

The handwriting is full of flying dragons and phoenixes, and the atmosphere is myriad. The blue dragon soars above the clouds, and the hidden dragon lies in the abyss.

At the same time as he saw the three big characters, Mu Changsheng received a system message: Ding, the mood value is -10!

…

At this moment, if he could curse, Mu Changsheng really wanted to yell: WDNMD!

Before this, he had seen the plaque once and was deducted ten mood points on the spot. Unexpectedly, he was deducted another ten points when he came back!

It's a shame, but I have to go back home...

He himself had no feelings about these three words, but the system determined that Murong Fu would be in a bad mood.

After taking a look at the mood value in the personal information, I suddenly felt that I had been affected and became depressed.

Mood: 60/90 (100), due to long-term depression, the upper limit of mood is -10 (recoverable).

This unlucky boy's parents died when he was a teenager, and his cheap father put a heavy burden on him before he died. After his parents died, his aunt Li Qingluo seemed to regret the marriage and changed her daughter Wang Yuyan's name to Wang Yuyan, and did not want the two to meet. He himself

Practicing day and night, although he is both civil and military and has developed in an all-round way, he is stuck at the bottleneck and has been unable to break through for many years... No wonder the upper limit of his mood is -10.

"etc!"

Mu Changsheng raised his head and glanced at the three big characters. Fortunately, this glance did not lower his mood. He secretly thought that these three characters definitely contributed a lot to Murong Fu's long-term bad mood.

Just imagine, someone reminds you every day that your whole family was killed by so and so for more than 20 years without stopping. What kind of strong soul and will can withstand such devastation?

In the battle of Shenhepo, the Murong family's 80,000 main elite troops were destroyed. A large part of the reason for the failure was that during the withdrawal, they did not send out rangers to monitor the enemy's situation, so they were overtaken and attacked by the enemy. Due to this kind of negligence,

Due to incompetence and mistakes, he lost a war that he shouldn't have lost, and it was a war that determined the fate of the country. The regret and regret in it could almost be devouring.

Although Mu Changsheng did not have deep feelings about the battle of Shenhepo, he thought of the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1896 in the old calendar. Even after so many years, it was still a thorn in the hearts of many Chinese people. By pushing others by oneself, Murong Futian faced the world.

The mental devastation caused by these three big words can be imagined.

Although the name of the villa is Shenhe, it is intended to make people remember their past shame, but this level of pain will leave scars even if it is healed, so how can it be forgotten.

His ancestors may have experienced the baptism of time and have peacefully accepted this period of history, leaving behind plaques to urge their descendants to make progress, but they did not consider whether the descendants could bear such a heavy burden. What kind of damage did Murong Bo become?

Then Murong Bo went to persecute his son Murong Fu again...

"It would be nice if the plaque could be replaced..."

Thinking about it, he shook his head. Whatever he did now had to be reasonable and not abrupt. It was obviously not appropriate to change the name of his villa for nothing.

"Go to Arjuna."

The disguise mask on the face can be destroyed by violence, but it cannot be used again. Only special potions can recycle it.

After passing the gate of the villa, I looked to the right and saw no one along the way. The occasional grass on the gravel road also reminded me that this place is inaccessible.

"Walking on a deserted road, you suddenly feel desolate. You think about the busy traffic when Dayan was in its prime, but now you are the only one walking forward. The worry comes from it and cannot be cut off. The mood value is -2."

The system sent a reminder message again. Mu Changsheng looked at it and almost saw another mouthful of old blood.

"Murong Fu, you are poisonous. Can you lose your mood just by walking?"

Mood value is, how should I put it, both useless and useful? Although it is not very useful at ordinary times, it can affect all aspects.

For example, NPCs are different from players. They cannot kill monsters and level up. They can only improve their levels through limited methods such as meditating, practicing, and swallowing heavenly materials and earthly treasures. The mood value can affect this efficiency. It may even be possible while practicing.

Makes people crazy.

Of course, the influence is not limited to this. Different people have different influences, and everything depends on the person's settings.

"Fortunately, there aren't many drops, and Murong Fu is stuck at level 69 at this time, so there is no need for experience at the moment."

I took a look at the experience bar. It was already full and had overflowed by several million. It was obvious that experience could be stored. I had enough experience to upgrade, but I couldn't. It was obvious that some condition had not been met, but I didn't know what it was specifically.

At this level, he is quite satisfied.

He checked the information and found that level 69 is the level for the top masters in the world, and the higher level is the grandmaster, who can start a sect and create his own martial arts. Four of the famous Huashan Five are only over level 70. More than level 50 is sufficient.

Those who roam the world are mostly big bosses and well-known figures.

But he is also under great pressure. According to the original plot, Murong Fu will be beaten by Jiumozhi and Qiao Feng in turn. These two people have obviously reached the master level, and he needs to find a way to break through as soon as possible.

…

Listen to the perfume pavilion!

A'Zhu's residence is a few miles to the left of Murong Fu's Yanziwu, close to the lake. A relatively high-lying place was chosen. Together with Abi's Qin Yun Xiaozhu, they guard Shenhe Village on the left and right, forming a green dragon on the left and a green dragon on the right.

The terrain of White Tiger.

The two girls usually preferred to row boats and go directly to each other's place to play. They rarely traveled by land, so Murong Fu only walked occasionally.

"Sir, why are you here?"

Inside the waterside pavilion, a pretty girl dressed in red, meditating on the ground, opened her eyes when she heard the noise, then jumped up and ran towards Murong Fu, but soon she stood still and put on a quiet look.

Murong Fu looked at the girl in front of him. She was about the same age as Abi, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a small and rosy face, and a hint of baby fat. Her temperament was very different from Abi's gentleness and shyness, and she was clever and cunning hidden in her eyes.

"Why, aren't you welcome?"

He replied jokingly, walked to an empty chair and sat down, took out the folding fan from his sleeve, and tapped his shoulder with his backhand.

A'Zhu's expression was startled at first, and then his eyes widened with a smile. He quickly came behind the young master, placed a pair of catkins on his shoulders, and began to knead him.

"How dare you not welcome me, my maid? Normally, the young master is serious about his words, but today, I never imagined that he would be so cheerful to entertain my maid." A'Zhu said in a coquettish tone, and the kneading movements of his hands were very unfamiliar.

"Then... do you like the young master now, or the unsmiling young master before?" Murong Fu continued to ask.

He logged into the game in advance and found that the two maids were more than respectful to him but not close enough to him. This relationship cannot be said to be bad, but it is not reliable. That's why A'Zhu was "abducted" by Qiao Feng in the later plot, even if she

Previously, for the sake of her "gongzi", she was willing to take risks and disguise herself to go to the Shaolin Temple to steal the "Yi Jin Jing", but the girl's heart also became faster.

Regarding A'Zhu, he had mixed feelings and wasn't quite sure how to choose, but he wanted to build up his good feelings first and it was pretty much the same.

"Mr...Mr.!"

A'Zhu's hands were shaking a little, the intensity of kneading was greatly reduced, and her voice was timid and she couldn't answer. How could she, a young girl, answer such a thing.

"Okay, okay, there's no need to answer." Murong Fu stood up with a smile and turned around, "Actually, when I came to your place, in addition to washing off the mask on my face, I also wanted to learn the art of disguise from you.

I wonder if Aju is willing to give me some advice?"

A'Zhu's little face was slightly flushed at this time. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Young Master wants to learn, but I can't help but ask for it. In the past, I wanted to teach you, but how could I dare to speak?"

After saying that, he walked to the side room first and said, "Master, please come here."

A side room next to the hall seems to be the place where A'Zhu specializes in working. A large table is filled with various props, tweezers, scissors, scrapers, soup spoons, porcelain bowls, rubber... Don't be surprised why there is rubber, games.

You can have anything in it.

According to A'Zhu's instructions, he lay on a bamboo bed and waited quietly.

After a while, A'Zhu came over with a porcelain bottle: "Master, please close your eyes to prevent the medicine from getting into your eyes."

Yi Yan closed his eyes, and within a moment he felt a pair of soft little hands, dipped in slightly cool liquid, brushing back and forth on his face, especially the corners, and he massaged it very carefully. It was like pressing his fingertips on his face, and it felt so cold.

It feels very comfortable.

Mu Changsheng checked the status bar in the background, and it showed that he was in the "disguise release state", with 52 seconds remaining...

"A'Zhu's skills seem to be particularly skillful." Taking advantage of his free time, he started chatting with A'Zhu.

"It was all practiced on Abi's face, and the young master also knows that I like these fun things. When I was a child, I was ignorant and wore a homemade mask full of loopholes so I dared to go out to play. Fortunately, it was a blessing in disguise that I met Lu

Master, I also learned the correct method of making masks. My current craftsmanship should be one or two times better than Master Lu's, right?" A'Zhu was chatting quite happily, with a hint of pride in his lively tone, obviously making disguises.

The mask is an achievement she's proud of.

"Master Lu?"

Although Mu Changsheng knew the background information in advance, there were too many characters and complicated relationships, so it was impossible to cover everything. Moreover, this Master Lu was probably a character in other novels. It would be difficult to guess without reading it.

"Forehead……"

A'Zhu hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's Master Lu Miaozi. When I met him back then, he seemed to be avoiding his enemies, and he only taught me in a hurry for two days... After all these years, I don't know how Master Lu is doing now, or whether he was there back then.

Escaped from enemies..."

A'Zhu was recalling as he spoke, with a mixture of worry and longing in his tone.

Murong Fu's heart moved and he said: "Then, does A'Zhu have any tokens? If you meet Master Lu in the future, I will send you a message."

With a slender hand, A'Zhu completely took off the mask on his face without any damage, revealing Murong Fu's true face underneath. He then sat up.

What kind of face is this?

In the future, everyone will feel inferior to Duan Yu when they see his face. His handsome face has a heroic spirit that is still manly, his eyebrows and eyes are full of arrogance, but there is also a hint of depressed haze, which makes Duan Yu feel inferior.

The girl who saw through this felt inexplicably distressed.

A'Zhu's eyes stayed for a moment, and then he said happily: "Okay, maid, go get it now."
Chapter completed!