Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

Murong Fu shook his head and said with a smile, "You can find someone who is beautiful and doesn't like it."

Ding Dian savoured Murong Fu's words carefully and said, "If you can't marry the woman you love in your life, won't you live a life in vain?"

"Haha, what if the old emperor and you like a woman at the same time?" Murong asked repeatedly.

"I will follow her side and never leave her forever." Ding Dian said firmly.

Murong Fu's eyes couldn't help revealing a gleam of light, secretly admiring that this guy has the heart of a green emperor!

Ding Dian saw Murong smiling and said nothing, puzzled: "Mr. Murong, but where did I say something wrong?"

"Brother Ding, you and I have a good relationship. If you don't mind calling me big brother, it's fine. It's a shame to always call you son."

Murong Fu really admired Ding Dian's character.

Keeping promises, attaching importance to friendship, and worthy of fellowship.

Ding Dian was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't believe it. Murong Fu actually took the initiative to make friends with him.

Murong Fu smiled, so that Ding Dian didn't have to do the salute, they drank a full glass of wine and chatted from south to north.

As the sun set, the two of them left the restaurant.

"Big brother, if you don't dislike it, how about going to my brother's houseboat for the night?" Ding Dian said in a daze.

houseboat?

Murong Fu's mind suddenly became alive, if he remembered correctly, Ding Dian would rescue Mei Niansheng on the boat.

"Okay, let's go."

Ding Dian was overjoyed and dragged Murong Fu towards the houseboat.

There was only one boatman in the boathouse. Seeing Ding Dian drinking like mud, he couldn't help shaking his head: "This little boss really likes drinking."

"Uncle, there are few cups of wine when you meet a confidant. It is the luck of my eighth life that I can get to know my brother Murong today. Let's sail. Let's sail." Ding Dian waved his hand and ordered the boatman to leave quickly, and then fell into the cabin and fell asleep.

The boatman had no choice but to sail away.

Murong Fu was also a little tired, so he sat cross-legged and ran a small Wuxiang Gong to remove his exhaustion.

Today's battle gave him a new understanding of his own strength. If he were to divide the first-class masters into three, six, nine, and so on.

Now that he can be included in the category of first-class masters, it should not be a problem to fight with Qiao Feng for dozens of rounds.

Several hours passed, Murong Fu gradually relieved his exhaustion and became more energetic.

Looking at Ding Dian, who was sleeping like a dead pig, he shook his head.

After all, he was an elite from the Jianghu Sect, and he didn't have the slightest bit of vigilance. If he were a bad person, he would have died eight times.

When I got up and walked out, I heard a chasing sound.

"What's going on?" Murong Fu asked when he saw the boat's family guard beside him.

"If you return to the son, it seems that three people are chasing and killing an old man." The boatman replied respectfully.

Murong Fu looked up and happened to see a middle-aged man sneaking up on the old man with a sword. If he guessed correctly, these four were Mei Niansheng and his three unworthy disciples.

"Whoa~"

A shadow jumped into the water, and then a few more mutterings were heard.

"No, that old guy Mei Niansheng ran away."

"Don't worry, I have stabbed his heart, the old guy will surely die."

"He's dead, what about the secret?"

"..."

The three of them walked towards the houseboat while talking.

One of them, a man with a mustache and a face full of hypocrisy, asked Shi Li, "Little brother, the three of us are chasing down the Blood Sabre cultivator, I wonder if you can see it?"

"Go away!" Murong Fu scolded directly without saving any face for the three of them.

"You dare to scold my senior brother?" The second son, Yan Daping, stood up and complained.

Murong Fu looked at the three of them coldly, and said disdainfully, "It's better to get out of here before I get angry."

The three of Wan Zhenshan were stunned for a moment and looked at each other. Instead of losing their temper, they asked very politely, "I don't know the name of your son?"

Murong Fu stood with his hands behind his back, and said frankly, "Gusu Murong."

"What? Are you Murong Fu?"

The three of them took a step back at the same time, and instinctively distanced themselves from Murong Fu.

"Nonsense!" Murong Fu stared forward.

The three of them suddenly felt an aura pressing towards them, and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's really my fault for disturbing Young Master Murong's Yaxing."

Murong Fu felt a wave under his feet, and stared at the three of them coldly: "Get out!"

The three of Wan Zhenshan did not dare to stop for a moment, and ran away as if they were running for their lives.

"Young Master, you are really amazing. Those three people were full of blood, and they were all scared away by you." The boat's family breathed a sigh of relief.

Murong Fu looked down, and a big hand stretched out from the water.

"Ah~" The boatman was startled, and quickly looked at Murong Fu.

"Don't be afraid of me." Murong Fu said as he pulled the owner of his hand out of the river.

"Cough cough~ Are you Murong Fu?" Mei Niansheng asked weakly.

Murong Fu looked at the other's wound and asked, "Master Mei needs me to help you kill the three apprentices?"

"Haha, it made Young Master Murong Fu laugh." Mei Niansheng was not surprised that Murong Fu recognized him. There were three stupid apprentices shouting all over the world, and anyone could guess one or two.

Murong Fu shook his head: "Dr. Mei has hurt his heart, I'm afraid it will be difficult to live."

Mei Niansheng took a deep look at Murong Fu, and sighed: "It's also fate. If I hadn't been hit by the ancestor of the blood knife, I wouldn't have been attacked by three disciples."

Murong Fu stood aside to comfort him a few words.

Mei Niansheng took out a book of exercises wrapped in animal skins from her bosom, handed it to Murong Fu, and said weakly: "I know that time is short, but fortunately I can meet Young Master Murong before I die, and it can be considered a death. I have a peerless divine art, and I also ask Young Master Murong to find a successor for me."

"Spiritual Illumination?"

Murong Fu looked at Mei Niansheng in disbelief, Jin Shu's top three peerless exercises, you can give it if you give it? Are you not afraid that I will steal it for you?

"That's right, I don't say that my practice is the first in the world, but it's not inferior to Shaolin Temple's Yi Jin Jing." Mei Niansheng said proudly.

"Ding, then the problem is coming, please make a choice as soon as possible."

"One, saving one life is better than building a seventh-level pagoda, saving famous places in the world, reward: three hundred shadow guards."

"Second, life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in the sky, and you should be ruthless and ruthless. Reward: Qimen after the wind."

Murong Fu's eyes lit up, this is a good thing, as for Fenghou Qimen, it is at best a good exercise, but in front of the strong, it is as brittle as paper.

But the shadow guards are different. These guys are the personal guards of Qin Shihuang. They are super strong and loyal. They are also first-class masters when they use it to inquire about news.

This pair of Murong Fu, who was about to establish an army, was simply drowsy and brought a pillow!

Pick one, you must pick one!

It's just that this Mei Niansheng is not far from death, how can he be saved?

Even if Jiuhuayulu Pills were given to him as jelly beans, it was estimated that it would be difficult to save him. He couldn't help but asked curiously, "As far as I know, the nerve illuminating scripture has the power to bring back the dead, why can't you rely on this scripture to repair your injuries?"

"The Murong Clan really lives up to its reputation. You can know the characteristics of this practice method so clearly. It's just that I am old and weak. Even if I have a lot of skills, I can't rely on the gods to help myself." Mei Niansheng couldn't help but admire her face. .

Murong's fruit was a false name.

"That is to say, if there is someone, who can cure you in a very short period of time by learning how to enlighten me?" Murong asked repeatedly.

"It can be said that, but at least it needs to achieve a small success in order to barely exert its function." Mei Niansheng was stunned, not knowing what Murong meant.

"It's not simply because of my aptitude, I will definitely be able to train it to a small success within half a month, and then I will be able to save you!" Murong Fu said with great confidence.