Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

Chunyu Modi asked with a sullen face, "Murong Fu, are you really going to have a hard time with our Qinglong Club?"

"Haha, if you think you can't get through, then you can't get through." Murong Fu said indifferently.

He is also very interested in the person behind the Azure Dragon Society. If he can communicate with each other, it will be a great joy in life.

"you…"

Chunyu Modi didn't dare to say much, because he could clearly feel everyone's killing intent because of his practice.

At this time, Murong Fu had a faint murderous intent on the surface.

But he knew very well that if he dared to talk nonsense again, he would definitely be shot to death by Murong Fu.

"You're cruel, let's go!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without a trace.

"Huh? This person is decisive." Murong Fu nodded and praised, looking back at Lai Wenjun who was disappointed.

"Hey, Lao Lai, why don't you hurry up and thank my son-in-law?" Deng Baichuan said loudly.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, I didn't die?" Lai Wenjun shook his head and sat down on the chair.

Picking up the medicinal wine on the table, he gulped down a few mouthfuls.

"Hehe, it looks like you really want to die?" Murong Fu asked curiously.

"No, I don't want to die." Lai Wenjun shook his head: "I just don't want to live in disappointment."

"Well, live to live? There is always hope." Deng Baichuan persuaded.

Lai Wenjun still looked bitter and hated: "Can you imagine the apocalyptic scene in the future where life will be ruined and the people will not be able to live?"

"How do you say this?" Deng Baichuan asked in confusion.

"Hmph, do you know what the virtues of Yuan people are?" Lai Wenjun asked without answering.

"What kind of virtue has anything to do with us?" Deng Baichuan said indifferently.

Lai Wenjun glanced at Deng Baichuan angrily: "Play the piano to the cow, play the piano to the cow!"

"It's nothing more than killing half of the population and enslaving the rest." Murong Fu replied calmly.

Lai Wenjun was stunned for a moment, and said with admiration:

"As expected of Young Master Murong, what you know is the details. That's what he did when he was in chaos."

Deng Baichuan said angrily: "What do you mean? My son just saved your life, but you are sneering here?"

"Hmph, I'm telling the truth." Lai Wenjun didn't give in at all.

Murong Fu knew that the other party was alluding to his ancestors, but he was not angry:

"I don't want to talk about the past, Murong Fu."

"But in the future, you only need to know that I have half of the Han blood flowing through me."

After finishing speaking, he handed the stone from the shopkeeper to Lai Wenjun.

"It's so hot!" Lai Wenjun reached out to take it subconsciously, but was hotly yelled.

Then, after a long time of reaction, he said incredulously, "I didn't expect you to be that big luck person."

"Haha, I've been lucky since I was born." Murong Fu replied with a smile.

"What about the painting?" Lai Wenjun asked.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Leave it to my wife, they will come down immediately."

"Oh, that's okay, if I keep it with the boss, I'm afraid..." Lai Wenjun hasn't finished his words yet.

There was a sound from upstairs, and then the boss's figure rolled down from the upstairs.

He was holding the ancestral picture scroll of his family in his arms.

"Not good!" Lai Wenjun looked carefully and shouted.

But before everyone could react, the boss had already fallen, lying on the ground and kept twitching.

"What's the matter?" Murong Fu asked Azhu and Abi who were following him.

Abi and the two also looked panicked and explained:

"This man was walking when he suddenly twisted and fell."

Murong Fu said, "It may be that you haven't recovered."

The proprietress on the side also hurriedly greeted the man and helped the boss.

Who would have thought that just after turning the boss over, a column of blood rose into the sky.

The boss's neck was cut open by a broken bowl.

Blood spurted out on the roof, and then fell on everyone with a "tick" and "tick".

Everyone was dumbfounded, including Murong Fu who didn't react for a long time.

After a few breaths, the boss was not angry at all, and he couldn't help but murmur: "This... is dead?"

It's not that he doesn't want to save it, but that the bleeding speed can't be saved at all.

Unless he can practice the magic scriptures to the point of being superb, otherwise, everything will be in vain.

"Alas, the supernatural powers are no match for the destiny. Their family has enjoyed the wealth of seven generations brought by this painting."

"It will naturally bear the consequences of this painting."

"This is life!" Lai Wenjun sighed, slightly disappointed.

As if what he saw was not the death of the boss, but the demise of the Song Kingdom.

"Uuu~ Xianggong, what should I do if you die!" The proprietress burst into tears while hugging the boss's body.

Although everyone felt very inexplicable, an accident was an accident, and no one could control it.

Wang Yuyan couldn't bear the other party's cry so sad, she stepped forward to help her.

When I touched the opponent's wrist, I felt the pulse above it, something seemed wrong, and I wondered: "Are you pregnant?"

"What?" The proprietress was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

Wang Yuyan was worried that she had the wrong pulse, so she looked at Murong Fu and said, "Cousin, you should come."

Murong Fu nodded, he knew very well that Wang Yuyan had read countless books.

Not only did she dabble in martial arts secrets, she could also memorize medical books and pharmacopoeia.

The only pity is that she can only use her mouth to say that her practical ability is not as good as that of a nine-year-old boy.

He first asked the proprietress to sit down to ease her emotions a little before taking her pulse.

"The pulse is bright and smooth, like rolling beads, but it is pregnant. The only thing missing is that the pulse is too weak, and it may be difficult to keep it."

"I'm pregnant?" The proprietress looked at Murong Fu in disbelief.

Since the day of their wedding, she and her boss have longed for a child, but they have never been able to do so.

Unexpectedly, as soon as a man died, he would have a child.

"If you don't believe it, you can find a gentleman to have a look." Murong Fu said calmly.

"I believe, I believe!" said the proprietress, and couldn't help crying.

Murong Fu comforted him a few words, and couldn't help feeling that his luck was so strange for a while.

You say it does not exist, it is really affecting your life.

You say it exists?

But it can't be seen or touched.

Suddenly, a word appeared in Murong Fu's mind.

Those who obey the sky are sad, those who go against the sky die!

"Boss lady, don't be sad, the boss is dead."

"But his royal family is still alive, you should be happy." Lai Wenjun suddenly persuaded.

The proprietress also knew that what Lai Wenjun said made sense, but how could the sadness in her heart be cured with a few words.

Murong Fu didn't say anything more and asked, "Lai Wenjun, would you like to stay with me in Suzhou for a few days?"

"Hey, do you want to beg me for something?" Lai Wenjun had already learned about it from Deng Baichuan before and said.

Murong Fu said earnestly, "I need to find a fire, it will be of great use!"