Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

Murong Fu embraced the flower scene and admired the afterglow of the sunset.

A systemic voice suddenly came out of his head.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the Jiuqu Serial Sword Technique, one Long Yuan, and Jiuxiu's favor is doubled!"

Ok?

double?

You can really choose!

Murong Fu clasped his hands tightly and couldn't help shouting in his heart, "I'm such a genius!"

System bug!

I found this all?

Then can I choose more than one at a time?

Although the difficulty has increased, the benefits are obvious.

Double the excitement, double the joy, Wang Zhuang is not far away!

"Fu Lang, why are you so happy all of a sudden?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Because of a dream, I remember that you used swordsmanship, right?"

"Well, that's right." Hua Jing nodded because of her dream.

Murong Fu said happily, "It just so happens that I have learned a new set of swordsmanship to teach you!"

Hua Jing Yin dreamed that the swordsmanship that Murong Fu had passed on to him would definitely not be simple.

So he said solemnly: "Okay!"

Murong Fu nodded, absorbed the information of Jiuqu Serial Sword Technique, and began to practice for Huajing Yinmeng.

The nine-songs are twists and turns, and sometimes the turbid currents revolve.

Sometimes the waves are surging, and sometimes there are huge waves.

Accumulating thorns, hooking locks, dragging backwards, and stabbing obliquely can all injure the enemy.

Starting with weakness, humbly yield to the enemy, lead the enemy into battle, chain into a ring, and kill with one sword!

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Hua Jing's eyes widened from a dream, unable to believe that there was such a broad and profound swordsmanship in the world.

It's not so much a sword technique, it's more like a formation technique.

From showing weakness, enticing the enemy, counterattacking, pressing others out of breath step by step, and then killing the enemy with the last sword.

The opponent had already lost from the moment of the shot.

"If the world's swordsmanship can also be classified into grades, I think your swordsmanship, Fulang, will definitely rank in the forefront immediately."

Murong Fu laughed proudly and said, "Because of my dream, I can guarantee that this nine-curve sword technique will be in the top three."

"Hehe, Fulang, you say it's natural." Hua Jingyin said with a smile.

Murong Fu said seriously, "However, no matter how strong the swordsmanship is, it depends on who is using it."

"You are very talented, you must practice diligently."

"And remember not to let anyone see it."

Hua Jing never imagined that Murong Fu would be so serious in a dream, and hurriedly assured: "I won't let anyone see me practicing swords except you."

"Well, that's good." Murong Fu nodded, and Hua Jing practiced a few more times because of her dream.

Seeing that the other party was well-trained, he let him rest.

Immediately, he told many more.

For example, try not to do it yourself, if something happens, let someone else do it.

Said Huajing was in circles in her eyes because of her dream tears.

The next day, Huajing left Gusu City in the morning because of a dream, and Murong Fu was so reluctant to give up.

"Since ancient times, there has been a lot of love and spare hatred, and this hatred lasts forever."

"Oh, it's not my fraternity, I just want to give the world's beauties a home."

Murong Fu muttered a few words to himself and walked back to the room.

As soon as he looked up, there was a woman in black standing at the entrance of the courtyard, it was Mu Wanqing.

"I said, don't you have any other clothes besides black clothes?" Murong Fu asked curiously.

Mu Wanqing was a little overwhelmed by Murong Fu's sudden words.

A blush appeared on Hao Bai Ruxue's cheeks, and he hurriedly explained:

"Master said that all men in the world are unlucky. If I say that if I dress too beautifully, they will deceive me."

Murong Fu shook it: "Your master must have something wrong with his aesthetics."

"Don't you know that you are so beautiful, wearing black clothes can make a man more tempted."

It's a pity that there were no black silk in ancient times, otherwise, with Mu Wanqing's figure and beauty, it would have cost him his life!

"You are not allowed to speak ill of my master, otherwise I will never finish with you." Mu Wanqing suddenly said angrily.

"Hehe, if you don't say it, don't say it, you came to me, are you going to find your Duan Lang?" Murong Fu smiled.

"Of course, I'll see if you lied to me or not." Mu Wanqing nodded earnestly.

Murong Fu shook his head Mu Wanqing, although she was as beautiful as a fairy, she didn't understand the world at all.

I remember that in the original book, she was Qin Hongmian's tool to get revenge on Duan Zhengchun.

She was locked in a certain place since she was a child, and she was instilled with the idea of ​​revenge on her father all day long.

It can be said that Mu Wanqing is a poor person.

"Let's go, let's go eat something delicious first." Murong Fu was not in a hurry to bring Mu Wanqing back to Yanziwu.

Instead, he took her to Gusu City first and had some famous local breakfasts.

"How does it taste good?" Murong Fu asked while eating Chaos.

"Well, the xiaolongbao here is really good." Mu Wanqing nodded.

Murong Fu laughed "haha": "Of course, the dumplings in this family are filled with dried shrimp, which ordinary people can't afford."

"Oh, it looks like you are very rich." Mu Wanqing's tone suddenly became weaker.

Murong Fu asked curiously, "Do you know who your father is?"

"Father? I don't know. I have been an orphan since I was a child. I haven't met my parents. I just practiced martial arts by the side of Master." Mu Wanqing said.

"Then what have you thought about doing in the future?" Murong Fu asked.

Mu Wanqing held her chopsticks in her hands and thought for a long time seriously: "After avenging Master, I will marry Duan Lang as his wife and be with him forever."

"Hehe, what if your master doesn't agree with you marrying your Duan Lang?" Murong Fu chuckled lightly.

"Impossible, Master said that as long as the first man to take off my mask is my husband!" Mu Wanqing eagerly refuted.

Murong Fu said softly: "Don't worry, this point is almost the same, I'll show you how your Fu Lang is doing now."

"Hmph, if you want to lie to me, I will definitely kill you!" Mu Wanqing raised her small hand and squeezed it twice in front of Murong Fu's eyes, indicating that she was very powerful.

Seeing this, Murong Fu just smiled. After paying the money, he took Mu Wanqing by boat to Mantuo Villa.

Your Duan Lang is in this villa, planting camellias for my good mother-in-law.

"Really?" Mu Wanqing still didn't believe Duan Yu was really here.

"The real and the fake are already here, you can see if you don't see it." Murong Fu spread his hands.

"Well, okay, I believe you." Mu Wanqing nodded and walked towards the villa after Murong Fu.

Murong Fu had the help of divine sense, and he quickly found Duan Yu and Li Qingluo who were studying flower cultivation.

"Don't forget, if you wrong me, you will be punished."

"Hmph, don't worry, I always keep my word, and I will never break the contract." Mu Wan said in a clear voice.

Murong Fu didn't talk nonsense, and pointed forward: "Well, see for yourself, your good Duan Lang, is it planting flowers there?"

Mu Wanqing looked in the direction Murong Fu pointed.

Sure enough, Duan Yu and Li Qingluo were tired and crooked together.

One person digs the soil, one person grows the seeds, you and I are very loving.

"How...how can they be like this."