Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

Mu Wanqing said half-believingly, "Then what do you say?"

Murong Fu's mouth rose slightly, and the little girl entered the circle.

"So... let's make a bet that if I don't imprison Duan Yu, you will be punished by me."

"Punishment?" Mu Wanqing replied without thinking, "Okay, as long as it proves that Duan Lang is willing to stay with you, I am willing to be punished!"

"Well, well, you go down to rest first, and I'll take you to see your good Duan Lang tomorrow." Murong Fu poured his true energy into his palm and slapped it casually.

The acupuncture points on Mu Wanqing's body were untied, and then a servant was called to prepare a house for him to settle in.

After settling, Mu Wanqing was ready, Murong Fu was about to go back and have a good rest, but saw people coming to report again.

"Master, someone outside is asking for help."

"Who?" Murong Fu felt a little busy today.

Why are so many people coming to see you?

"It's the two girls."

Murong Jiuxiu?

Murong Fu nodded, the matter of Murong Wudi had dragged on for too long.

Although the old guy has a lot of ambitions, he is still a man, and he didn't play tricks behind his back.

It's just that the timing of coming out is not right, and it has been closed until now:

"Okay, go and call them."

"Okay, sir." The servant bent down and left.

After a while, eight women in mourning clothes came in.

Murong Fu was stunned, if he remembered correctly.

The husbands of these women should have been at the funeral for many days.

"Several, why are you still dressed like this?"

Murong Shuang bit his red lips and said, "We are here today because we want to ask our eldest cousin to decide for us."

"Well, call the shots? What do you call the shots?" Murong Fu looked at Murong Shuang in confusion.

Murong Shanshan added: "We heard that the person who assassinated the eldest cousin that day has been caught by you."

"That's right, but I ran a few evil firsts." Murong Fu nodded.

Murong Shanshan gritted her teeth and said, "The man who killed my husband was a fat monk with big ears."

"I don't know, did he run away?"

"It's the same monk who killed my husband." Murong Qiniang agreed.

"It was a zombie face that killed my husband."

"Killing my husband is..."

Murong Fu listened for a long time, and it seemed that all the murderers were in his hands.

The one who killed the most was Darba.

He killed five of Qixiu's relatives.

I thought he was going to counterattack, but it turned out to be killing him!

Offended so many women at the same time.

Murong Fu just wanted to open his mouth to promise a few cousins ​​to avenge them.

By coincidence, the servant came in again to report.

"Young Master... Someone outside is asking to see you, it's a team of Yuan people."

"Yuanren?" Murong Shuang and Murong Shanshan's daughters suddenly changed their expressions.

Murong Qiniang even guessed, "They must be here to redeem people."

"What should I do? If the first cousin agrees, won't we be able to take revenge?" Murong Xiaowu said urgently.

Murong Fu glanced at the girls under his eyes, and he also guessed the purpose of Yuan Ren.

After thinking about it, I just prepared to sell it well and let them forget it.

"You go and call them, I want to see what they want to do."

The servant nodded quickly and went to bring Yuan Ren in.

The relationship between Yuan and Song is now delicate.

Neither hostile nor friendly.

Everyone is in such a state that they can turn their faces at any time, and it is not unethical for Murong Fu to meet them.

After a while, a Hu man with a high nose and deep eyes, curly hair and yellow beard walked in, but he was wearing a Han costume.

However, with a pearl hanging from his neck and a jade bracelet on his wrist, he looks like a legendary upstart.

"Respected Young Master Murong, it is my honor that we meet again." Before the visitor put his hand on his left chest again, he bowed respectfully to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu nodded, and also recognized the person who came, it was Yin Kexi, one of the three heroes of Mongolia.

"Haha, long time no see, what kind of wind blows you Yuan people to me today?"

Yin Kexi rolled his eyes and heard a trace of impatience in Murong Fu's tone, and said bluntly:

"I am ordered by the county master to come to redeem a few friends and go back."

"Friend?" Murong Yu slapped with force, and smashed the teacup beside him with a palm.

Immediately, Yin Kexi felt that a big mountain was pressing down, which was even more terrifying than when facing Falun Dafa King Jinlun.

He was so frightened that he raised his hand again and again to comfort and beg for mercy: "Young Master Murong, calm down, there is a misunderstanding here, there is a huge misunderstanding!"

"There's a fart misunderstanding, tell me, what does Zhao Min have to say?"

Murong Fu snorted coldly, took back his aura, and took a sip of the freshly brought tea from the servant.

"The county master wants to redeem those few people who are disrespectful to Mr. Murong," Yin Kexi said with a smile.

"Conditions." Murong Fu said.

"The county master is willing to use the Heavenly Sword, three hundred copies of martial arts secret books, and one hundred thousand taels of silver in exchange."

Yin Kexi didn't talk nonsense, and said all the conditions that Zhao Min promised.

When Murong Fu heard the words Yitianjian, his body froze.

There are some Yitian swords in this world that are different from the original.

It was not made by Guo Jing and Huang Rong. It is one of the ten ancient swords.

The only thing that has not changed is that it still belongs to the Emei School.

"It is said that the county master Zhao Min led the Mongolian masters back then."

"Half-way robbery killed Shitai Mie, so that the Emei Sect lost the treasure of inheritance."

"It now seems that this matter is not groundless."

Yin Kexi couldn't help but feel proud and said:

"At that time, the county master did not care about things, and he wanted to make achievements, so it is understandable that he went too far."

The women who listened to the negotiation between the two couldn't help but change their expressions.

They couldn't believe it when they were killed, that the Yuanguo County Master was willing to take out the Heavenly Sword in order to save a few assassins.

They had never dreamed of such courage.

"Sister, what should I do?" Murong Shanshan asked in a low voice.

Murong Shuang was silent, and he really couldn't think of any bargaining chips that could surpass Yitianjian.

Even if they sold all of their Jiuxiu Villas, I'm afraid it wouldn't be worth it.

He could only look at Murong Fu with pleading eyes, begging the other party not to agree.

Murong Fu glanced at both sides. To tell the truth, at the moment of Yitianjian, who can not be tempted?

"Ding, then here comes the problem."

"One, the ancient gods cut iron like mud, and agreed to the reward of redemption: Jiuqu serial swordsmanship."

"Second, kill someone to help others with revenge, reward: one dragon yuan, double the favor of Jiuxiu!"

Double the favor?

Why don't you give me a king bomb?

Murong Fu shook his head and looked at Yin Kexi, Murong Shuang and the others quietly.

The mind kept thinking about which one to choose.

Suddenly, he discovered that this problem was itself a problem.

Redeemer, he didn't say who to redeem!

And the men who killed Murong Jiuxiu were only Darba and Xiaoxiangzi.

Others let it go, and it doesn't matter.

Does it mean that I can choose this question together.

Could it be, could it be... This is the legend.

Multiple...choose...questions?