Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

Murong Wudi was stunned for a moment, and his expression gradually became serious: "So you are Mei Niansheng Mei Daxia, disrespectful and disrespectful."

"Haha, it's easy to talk, easy to talk about." Mei Niansheng saw that Murong Fu seemed to be unwilling to talk to Murong Wudi, and he did not ask the other party's name.

"Next, the owner of Jiuxiu Village, Murong Wudi." Murong Wudi said indifferently.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be the famous Murong Wudi." Mei Niansheng bowed his hands politely.

"It's down here." Murong Wudi saw that Mei Niansheng was very interesting, and the old faces gathered together were as bright as hiding a chrysanthemum.

He didn't forget to look at Murong Fu, to be honest, Lao Tzu is also a famous person.

Murong Fu was too lazy to pay attention to him. After all, he and his seventh and eighth sons were also husband and wife, so he should give him some face.

So, everyone held up their wine glasses to celebrate, and they were happy to change the glasses.

"Hey, Murong Fu, let me tell you something." Su Ying said a little drunk.

"Oh, genius doctor, if you have something to do, please tell me." Murong Fu smiled.

Su Ying said: "I found a recipe in the elixir-casting scripture. If you like it, you can try to brew some, it may have a miraculous effect."

"Is that so, go back to your place to see." Murong Fu smiled.

"Hmph, drink slowly, this girl is full!" Su Ying gave Murong Fu a white look and got up and left.

Murong Fu smiled indifferently, without saying anything, and watched the other party leave.

Afterwards, Wang Yuyan and several other women also took the initiative to leave the table, and there were only a few men left to drink together.

"Wow, I'm suffering!"

Who knew that Murong Wudi actually started to cry while drinking and drinking.

A good big man, an old man in his late sixties, crying aloud with a little face.

This stunned a few people present.

As the head of the family, Murong Fu asked embarrassedly, "Uncle clan, what do you mean?"

"I... I suffer, Patriarch!"

Murong Wudi took Murong Fu's hand and said, "I've been running a power for half my life, and it was all destroyed overnight. All my good sons-in-law died, and several of my daughters became widows, what a pain!"

Murong Fu was speechless, thinking what was going on, and persuaded: "People cannot be resurrected from the dead, you must mourn."

"Well, the old man and his daughters, in the future, can only stay in the old house and ask the owner not to dislike it." Murong Wudi raised his brows and gave Murong Fu a secret look.

Murong Fu was suddenly surprised. He didn't expect this old guy to be so proficient in acting that he wanted to stay in the Murong Clan.

"Hehe, don't worry, I have discussed with your daughters and asked you to follow the Hui genealogy."

"Hey, actually, it doesn't matter whether the old man can go back to the family tree or not. The key is that my daughters can't be namelessly lazy and stay away from the old house."

Murong Wudi was swaying, his voice was different, and he looked completely drunk. Anyone who heard it thought he was about to get drunk.

Murong Fu felt guilty when he heard it. It seemed that the old guy already knew about his relationship with Murong Qiniang and Murong Xiaoba. He was forcing a marriage, so he replied embarrassedly:

"Don't worry, Uncle Clan, you can take care of this place, especially your daughters."

"Then... that's good." Murong Wudi laughed a few times, and "Pu Tong" lay on the table and fell asleep.

"Mr. Murong, the old man is almost drunk, why don't we just come here today?" Mei Niansheng laughed.

Murong Fu said: "Okay, we'll be here today, and we'll have another big drink the day after tomorrow. If you don't get drunk, you won't go home."

"Haha, it's good to say, old man, I haven't been drunk for a long time." Mei Niansheng fluttered and laughed and left with the help of Ding Dian. ,

Murong Fu glanced at Murong Wudi, pulled him up and sent him away.

He was alone in the old house and drew a place for Jiuxiu to live in. He shouted a few times but no one agreed:

"Strange, where have all your daughters gone?"

Murong Fu was puzzled. Normally, one of the eight daughters is always here.

When he was puzzled, he heard someone shouting from behind: "Big cousin, why are you here?"

Looking back, it was Murong Jiu: "Why is Jiumei only you?"

"Uh, Madam, she saw that our sisters were bored in the old house all day, and invited a few sisters to buy some New Year's goods." Murong Jiu replied in a low voice.

Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief, then said clearly, "Where is your father's room, I'll take him in."

"Big cousin, come with me!"

Murong Jiu led Murong Fu into Murong Wudi's room to settle him down, then followed behind the other party and bowed his head silently.

"What's the matter, Xiao Jiu?" Murong Fu asked when she saw that she seemed to be hiding her thoughts.

"I...I have something to tell you, cousin." Murong Jiu said.

"Hehe, what's the matter, you can just say it directly, we have experienced life and death together." Murong Fu patted Murong Jiu on the shoulder and smiled.

"Big cousin, father always causes trouble for you, can you not blame him?" Murong Jiu said with his head lowered.

Murong Fu said with a light smile, "As long as he doesn't mess around anymore, I can ignore some small things."

"That... I already know about you and the seventh and eighth sisters." Murong Jiu blushed like a big apple when she said this.

"What? You already know? Did Xiao Qi and Xiao Ba tell you?" Murong Fu raised his voice an octave, and was startled.

"Ah, no no~ It's not what the two elder sisters said. She accidentally saw it when she went to the secret place that day. Seventh elder sister was kneeling on the ground and using her mouth..." Murong Jiu quickly waved her hands and replied nervously.

"Xiao Jiu, what are you trying to say?" Murong Fu stared at the chrysanthemum, the lovable Murong Jiu was extremely embarrassed.

Murong Jiu bit her red lips lightly, threw herself into Murong Fu's arms, and hugged him tightly: "Big cousin, I have liked you for a long time, and I want to be your woman too."

"What?" Murong Fu was petrified at the time, and he never thought that Murong Jiu would like him: "Xiao Jiu, this is too sudden, I didn't react to my big cousin."

"Big cousin, I can do what the seventh and eighth sisters can do. Please, ask me." Murong Jiu summoned all her courage and shouted loudly.

Murong Wudi, who was still pretending to be drunk in the room, suddenly a carp stomped on his head, came to his senses, and whispered, "Damn Murong Fu! Even my little daughter is not spared."

Murong Fu slowly pulled Murong Jiu's hand and said, "Can I think about this matter?"

"Ah? Big cousin, don't you like me?" Murong Jiu asked excitedly.

"How can I say this, it's not that I don't like it, it's just that I haven't liked it that much, and your two sisters and I are just a coincidence."

Murong Fu was forced to feel a little overwhelmed, after all, Wang Yuyan seemed to be the only woman he took the initiative to like.

"Big cousin, although I don't understand what you mean, can you kiss me?" Murong Jiu raised her face and stared into Murong Fu's eyes, with a hint of melancholy in them.