Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

Huating.

From a certain room in the Murong Mansion, there was a shy and excited voice.

Murong Fu and Huang Rong could not tell the difference after a few storms.

Whether in the spiritual world or in reality.

In short, at that moment, they completely forgot their identities and kept catering to each other.

Two hours later, Murong Fu left Huang Rong's room contentedly.

Soon after, Huang Yaoshi rushed back: "Rong'er, we should go."

"Father...Father, can you wait a little longer?" Huang Rong's voice was slightly exhausted.

"Rong'er, you...!"

Huang Yaoshi frowned, pushed open the door, a familiar smell rushed into his nose, and his eyes couldn't help but squinted round:

If he rushed to his mouth, he had to swallow it back abruptly.

In his heart, he wished that Murong Fu could be cut into eight pieces.

Bastard boy!

He even bullied his own girl when he was not there.

Just **** it!

Huang Rong's face still retains the rosy look she had after exercising.

She looked at the sudden appearance of Huang Yaoshi, and was ashamed that she could not get into the crack of the ground.

"Father...Father, you!"

"Hmph, I'm going to kill that daring kid now!" Huang Yaoshi said, and was about to turn around and leave.

Huang Rong was startled, and hurriedly stopped her: "Daddy, please, if you don't want your daughter to be ashamed to death, don't go to him."

Huang Yaoshi was so angry that he could not raise his right hand, but he refused to let it go.

I keep comforting myself in my heart that the spiritual world cannot be counted.

The spiritual world cannot be counted.

spirit world...

"Forget it, forget it, let's go, you just don't see him in the future."

"Well, thank you Daddy!" Huang Rong nodded, with a complex look in her eyes.

Not far from the next door, Murong Fu stared at Huang Yaoshi with his divine sense, and kept running away.

Because, he knew that with Huang Yaoshi's character, he would never hurt Huang Rong, at most he would just kill himself.

"Hoo~ fortunately there is no stalemate."

Murong Fu sat cross-legged on the bed, trying to re-enter his spiritual world.

The scene in front of him instantly turned into a vast ocean.

And he was on an island in the sea, bare and nothing.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't visualize objects, let alone construct worlds.

The only good thing is that the time flow inside is twice as fast as outside.

There are indescribable benefits for him to practice the exercises.

"It seems that to build a spiritual world, there must be corresponding exercises, otherwise, it is impossible to rely on spiritual power alone."

After thinking about everything, Murong Fu backed out.

Before walking to the gate, he hid aside and quietly watched Huang Rong leave, sighing:

Don't have sorrow and hatred for life, silence is better than sound at this time!

"Amitabha, Master Murong is indeed a generation of people who are broad-minded and fraternal, and poor monks admire them." Wuxiang Bodhisattva walked slowly from the side.

"You're leaving too?" Murong Fu asked in a deep voice.

"Amitabha, I want to go back and ask Master if I can restrain my love for you." Wuxiang Bodhisattva said frankly, without any twist.

Murong Fu had a strange look on his face and secretly said: Are you so direct?

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't know how to answer, so I could only say awkwardly: "That... I wish you a smooth journey!"

"Goodbye." Wuxiang Bodhisattva bowed, folded his hands in front of his chest and turned away.

Murong Fu raised his hand, he knew that the other party wanted to leave, but he couldn't stop the other party, and he couldn't stop him either.

Wuxiang Bodhisattva's master, Ba Shiba, is an existence who can fight against Zhang Sanfeng a hundred times without losing.

It is useless to provoke him now and seek death.

"Fu Lang, they are all gone, shall we go too?" Hua Jing Yinmeng in the room asked, hugging Murong Fu's waist.

"I'll leave tomorrow. There are still some things at home that I need to take care of." Murong Fu said.

Hua Jingyin said in a dream, "I want to go to Luoyang to take advantage of the year before, what do you think?"

"What? Are you leaving too?" Murong Fu said with a hint of reluctance in his shock.

"Are you reluctant to part with me?" Hua Jing smiled sweetly from a dream and asked jokingly.

"Well, I'm reluctant." Murong Fu nodded.

"Then I'll come back on New Year's Eve, do you like it?"

Hua Jingyin dreamed of helping Murong Fu as soon as possible, to build a good intelligence system, and to experience her value.

Murong Fu nodded in surprise, always feeling that the recent development was too fast and he needed to slow down.

"At present, the intelligence system is indeed the most important thing to me. I will send a few female shadow guards to accompany you later."

Murong Fu thought that Xinyi and the others had nothing to do, and keeping them would be a waste of their ability.

"Okay, just a few people under my command are more than smart, but not strong enough. You can arrange some people for me, and I will save myself from looking for people everywhere." Hua Jing Yinmeng smiled.

"Don't worry, then I will let Big Brother Deng follow you and open the door for you." Murong Fu said seriously.

Hua Jing Yin Meng smiled slightly, and leaned on Murong Fu's shoulder contentedly.

The next day, Murong Fu took the shadow guard, Xiao Xiangzi and Tie Yan to Gusu City.

Surprisingly, he was shot into a porcupine, but Darba didn't die, and was still eating chicken legs in the prison car.

Murong Fu was greatly surprised to see this, does this thing belong to the king?

Even began to doubt, will the other party start a counterattack without dying?

"Master, Lao Bao, you are back!"

In front of Murong's old house, Gong Yeqian and Deng Baichuan brought a group of servants out to greet him.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "The two brothers have worked hard."

"Master, you are embarrassing me too."

"Rather than staying at home, I would rather go to the battlefield with the young master and fight side by side to kill him!" Deng Baichuan shook his head and said.

Gong Yegan also nodded in agreement: "Brother is right, I can only listen to your news when I stay in the mansion, and I panic every time I encounter a major event."

"Haha, I said can you two get out of the way, can't we go in and drink and talk?"

Bao Different laughed and interrupted Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian's complaints.

Gong and Deng clapped their heads and laughed loudly: "It's us Meng Lang, Master, please."

"Hehe, let's go, let's go." Murong Fu walked towards the house with a smile, and suddenly asked, "How is Fourth Brother Feng?"

"Thanks to Doctor Su, the fourth child is getting better." Deng Baichuan replied.

"Then let's go in." Murong Fu said happily.

The four generals, he is extremely loyal, no matter which one dies, the blow to him will not be small.

Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian quickly turned sideways to welcome Murong Fu into the mansion.

They had already notified Fuguiju that Murong Fu returned to the residence today.

Liu Niangzi specially brought a group of apprentices to the house to prepare delicious food for Murong Fu.

"Liu Niangzi, thank you very much." Murong Fu was a little surprised, following the rules of wealthy residence.

With Liu Niangzi's character, it is impossible to come to the house to cook on purpose.

"Young Master Murong, I'm here to cook for you, firstly to celebrate your return."

"Second, I have something good to tell you." Lady Liu glanced at everyone with a mysterious smile.