Martial Arts: Opening Awakening

Chapter 178
"Who is this guy? Dare to intercept our young master..."

The Jin family guard who was driving the car muttered in surprise.

"Hush—keep your voice down. You have always heard of Grand Master Chaowen, right? The one in front is the grandson of Grand Master Wen..."

"Oh. So it's my grandson..."

Originally, he didn't know the identity of the young man riding the Zhaoye Jade Lion, but he couldn't help being awed when he heard this.

Master Wen, who has power over the government and the public!

That is really a legendary figure who is under one person and above ten thousand people.

Even if it is the prince or prince of the current dynasty, he must perform the disciple ceremony on him.

Of course, if only this is the case, Grand Master Wen is not enough to make people in the Jianghu afraid.

The point is, Grand Master Wen himself was a famous congenital master 30 years ago.The Zhenfu Division, which is in charge of supervising the Jianghu, has inextricable relations with him.

It can be said that Master Wen's words are even more effective in the Zhenfu Division than the governor of the Zhenfu Division.

Such a character, even the rebellious people in the arena, had to be treated with care.

After understanding the identity of the young man who was crossing the bar, all the guards understood that their young master had met an opponent this time.

After half an hour.

The three-foot-high vermilion gate of the Murong family opened slowly.

Two rows of domestic servants and guards lined up along both sides of the gate.

A middle-aged man with a big belly walked out quickly, and said with a loud smile:
"Mr. Wen is here, welcome!"

"Patriarch Murong, you're being polite!" The young man got off his horse, glanced at Jin Baobao's motorcade behind him, and said loudly, "I'm here because of my grandfather's order to come here to propose to the Murong family and marry Miss Piaoxue." .”

"Oh? Is it what the grand master meant?" The middle-aged man's eyes were fixed.

"Not bad." The young man nodded proudly.

He patted the white horse beside him: "This Zhaoye jade lion is the dowry gift prepared by my nephew."

"This is the legendary Zhaoye Jade Lion?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward subconsciously, stroking the white horse's flawless white hair.

Amazed and fascinated.

It's like touching a peerless beauty.

just.

The next moment, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, he quickly retracted his hand stroking the white horse as if being stung, and shouted in horror: "Toxic..."

Before the cry came to an end, the young man who was standing proudly reached out suddenly, and a dagger shining with blue light protruded from his sleeve, stabbing straight at the middle-aged man's heart.

"what--"

The servants and guards of the Murong family exclaimed in unison.

The middle-aged man didn't react too slowly, and hurriedly reached out to grab the young man's arm holding the dagger.

pity.

I don't know if it's because the poisoning reaction is slow, or the young man's speed is too fast.

When the middle-aged man touched the young man's wrist, he only had time to press down on the other's wrist a little bit.Although the dagger avoided the vital point of the heart, it was still pierced into the swollen lower abdomen.

The middle-aged man pinched the young man's dagger-holding wrist hard, preventing him from pulling out the dagger and stabbing him again.

The young man struggled hard, but he couldn't break free, but he didn't panic.

Staring at the face of the middle-aged man who was close at hand, he said with a triumphant smile: "It's useless! Not only have you been poisoned by the paralyzing poison on the horse hair, but also the poison of resentful corpses has been smeared on this dagger. Antidote, you will only get weaker and weaker, and you will not survive seven days at all!"

"You are not Wen Zhenjiang! Who are you?"

The middle-aged man's face was pale, but his tone was firm.

"Who am I, Patriarch Murong hasn't figured it out yet?" The young man smiled strangely.

"You are..." The middle-aged man's face changed drastically.

There was anger, sudden surprise, and panic.

"Shh!"

The young man interrupted the middle-aged man's words, and said in a strange voice: "My identity, the head of the Murong family, it's better not to say it in public. Otherwise... hehe. It will affect the reputation of your Murong family."

"You...what do you want?"

"It's very simple. Our people contacted you before. Unfortunately, the person who contacted you was quietly killed by you. We are not greedy. As the price for your killing, the previous conditions can be doubled."

The young man said lightly, but the anger on the middle-aged man's face became more and more serious.

However, the young man didn't care.

He believed that those two toxins made the middle-aged man no longer have the ability and courage to resist.

"Oh—is there no room for negotiation?" The middle-aged man suddenly sighed and asked tentatively: "I can make up for you in other places..."

"No."

The young man categorically refused: "You should know about our... well, the means of our organization."

"Okay." The middle-aged man seemed to admit defeat.

A look of joy flashed across the young man's face, and he was about to let the middle-aged man let go of his hand first, but the other party suddenly asked in surprise, "Why does your organization only send you, a young man, for such an important matter?"

"What? You look down on young people?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and his voice became cold.

"That's right! Young people are sometimes naive!"

The middle-aged man replied solemnly.

The young man's heart skipped a beat, and he faintly sensed that something was wrong.

The middle-aged man had already wiped away his poisoned and weak appearance, and suddenly exerted force on his hand, directly breaking the young man's wrist.Then there was a tug, a knee bump, and a slam between the young man's legs.

The young man immediately bowed into a shrimp.

This is not over yet.

When the young man was bending over, the middle-aged man threw his elbow on the young man's back, directly smashing the young man into a vile dog.

Then he lifted his foot, and stomped off both of the young man's calves.

"what--"

The young man prostrated himself on the ground, crying out in pain.

"Impossible! How could you not be poisoned? The neurotoxin on the horse hair, even if the innate grandmaster touches it, will cause paralysis and slow movements..."

The young man raised his head and asked in disbelief.

"Ha ha."

The middle-aged man sneered in disdain and did not answer.

The young man suddenly thought of a possibility, and asked in a surprised voice, "Unless you have already seen through me, wrapped your palm with innate qi, and did not really touch the horse hair..."

As the young man spoke, he suddenly shook his head in denial:

"It's impossible! No one dares to pretend to be the grandson of Grand Master Wen. How could you see through me as soon as we met?"

"Hehe." The middle-aged man gave a disdainful smile: "I'm afraid you don't know yet, this Zhaoye Jade Lion was bought from the Western Regions by someone I asked someone to give to Piaoxue's birthday."

The middle-aged man revealed the mystery with some amusement.

"You take what I bought as a betrothal gift to marry my daughter... Tsk tsk!"

"What is the status of the grand master's grandson! How could he do such a ridiculous thing?"

Hearing this, the young man's face instantly turned pale.

After all the calculations, I didn't expect the problem to lie in this "betrothal gift"!

Originally, I just wanted to add a cherished prop to make the identity of the "grandson of the grand master" more real.

who knew...

"Then what about the poison of the resentful corpse in your abdomen?"

The young man stared unwillingly at the dagger with only a handle exposed on the middle-aged man's abdomen: "Although the poison of the resentful corpse does not really kill you until seven days later, once you are poisoned, it will continue to consume your true energy and become extremely weak..."

What the young man meant was that judging from the action of the middle-aged man just now, he was not weak at all.

"You said this stuff."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, and gently pulled out the poisonous dagger from the young man's mouth from his pregnant belly.

The dagger blade was still blue, with no trace of blood on it.

Everyone looked intently at the part stabbed by the North dagger, and found that except for a hole in the outermost layer of clothes, there was not a single drop of blood seeping inside.

Through the holes in his clothes, he saw something similar to animal skin cotton.

Facing everyone's weird eyes, the middle-aged man stuffed the exposed cotton into the hole, and explained solemnly:

"As people get older, the stomach is particularly afraid of cold. So, I specially made a thicker mat."

When everyone was stunned and smiling, the young man on the ground spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Patriarch Murong, this time I've been killed. You let me go, and I promise to mediate between the Murong family and my sect for you. Please lower the previous conditions..." The young man begged for mercy.

"no!"

The middle-aged man directly interrupted the young man's words, and waved at the men behind him: "Take him to the dungeon!"

The young man's expression changed greatly upon hearing this.

After entering the water prison of the Murong family, where is there any way out? !
"Murong Qianqiu, how dare you treat me like this, I, Bailian..."

Before the young man finished yelling, the middle-aged man's expression changed, he raised his foot again, and kicked the young man hard on the chin.

"Crack-"

A donated blood, a few teeth and a small piece of tongue were sprayed to the ground at the same time.

"Wo... woo woo... Shit... woo woo..."

The young man's jaw squirmed vigorously, but the words he shouted could no longer be heard clearly.

This time, without waiting for the middle-aged man to signal, the guards carried the half-dead young man into the depths of the gate.

The middle-aged man casually handed the blue dagger to the butler beside him, took a few steps forward, faced the golden baby, and said with a kind smile:
"I dealt with a fraudulent counterfeit, and my nephew has been waiting for a long time."

Seeing the kind smile of the middle-aged man, Jin Baobao's mind suddenly flashed the vicious method he used to deal with the young man just now——

Especially the knee bump between the legs and the kick that knocked out the teeth and tongue.

Thinking of this ruthless person, there is a high possibility that it will be his father-in-law.

Jin Baobao shivered subconsciously.

"Why, is nephew very cold?" Murong Qianqiu, the head of the Murong family, a middle-aged man, asked in surprise.

Saying that, he looked up at the sun above his head: "It shouldn't be, such a big sun! My nephew, aren't you a bit hypocritical..."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There is nothing! I, Jin Baobao, can court the third daughter seven times in one night, how could it be false?!" Jin Baobao patted his chest in denial.

"Ok?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes: "From the tone of my nephew, it seems that I have a lot of experience?"

Only then did Jin Baobao realize that standing opposite him was the father of his blind date.

It's really inappropriate to brag about such bullshit with the prospective father-in-law.

Hastily waved his hands to explain: "Haha. It's nothing. I'm joking. I'm really joking..."

"Uncle Murong, you said just now that you bought this Zhaoye Jade Lion for Miss Piaoxue? How much money did you spend? This is a once-in-a-century horse..."

Jin Baobao patted the ass of the white horse beside him and began to change the subject.

After speaking, the tongue suddenly became a little knotted.

"Not good! Young master, this will be poisonous immediately..."

The old man surnamed Ji who had been hiding in the crowd to protect Jin Baobao let out an exclamation and flew towards him.

(End of this chapter)