The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

Restaurant.

Bai Su's calculations were crackling.

Make a fortune these days.

Du Yizhi's consultation fee cost 130,000 taels, and he could ask for more.

All the objects buried with the imperial mausoleum carried by the two little ones were priceless treasures.

I got it from the Tianying Sect Villa, and it was worth three hundred thousand taels of silver with one piece inside and one outside!

I picked up 430,000 taels of silver alone!
Bai Su was very happy and happy.

She looked towards the lobby of the restaurant again.

A group of disciples from the Faqiu sect were wiping tables and sweeping with rags and brooms.

Bai Su was even happier.

Free labor makes you feel good when you use it.

"Good Samaritan, give me some!"

"Just give me some!"

Suddenly, several voices came from outside the restaurant.

Bai Su looked over and saw beggars on the street at some point, asking for money from people everywhere.

Bai Su frowned.

A few days ago, she felt that there seemed to be more beggars on the street.

It seems that it is not an illusion.

I saw that as soon as the beggars got the money, they hid it on themselves, and then continued to beg from empty broken bowls.

It doesn't look like he's asking for money, it looks more like he's making money.

And among the beggars there was a blind beggar.

He was exploring the way with a stick in one hand, and a wooden board in the other hand. He was singing, and he entered the restaurant impartially and came to Bai Su: "When the bamboo board jingles, I wish you good fortune and good health. Today the blind man came to ask for help. , I hope the shopkeeper will be generous.”

The waiter in the restaurant wanted to move forward, but Bai Su raised his hand to stop him.

Bai Su said nothing, but looked at him with interest.

The blind beggar seemed to know nothing and continued to sing: "The boss's abacus is round and round, money comes in and out. One less cent can save the blind man's day."

Bai Su remained silent.

But the blind beggar sang: "The shopkeeper must be generous in doing business, otherwise he will not help at all. Don't wait until you lose your money and see the King of Hell with nothing. A blind man has no choice but to beg for food. Next year the shopkeeper will not be as good as me. Don't say that the blind man can't see, you are not hanging yourself." Just jump into the river.”

"Who are you cursing!" Upon hearing this, the boy rushed up to beat the blind beggar.

Bai Su stopped the man and said: "Next year, I will not necessarily lose my money and hang myself. But you -" Bai Su looked at the blind beggar's face and smiled coldly: "You will not survive more than five days."

The blind beggar suddenly turned cold.

The beggars who were begging on the street rushed into the restaurant instantly and stared at Bai Su menacingly.

The waiters and maids in the restaurant were stunned.

The disciples of the Faqiu Sect next to them all lowered their eyes and stared at the beggars warily.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was tense.

Bai Su sat down and started calculating again.

The blind beggar's face was gloomy, but he raised his hand.

In an instant, the beggars all glared at Bai Su fiercely, then left the restaurant and continued begging on the street.

The blind beggar felt his way, picked up the board and left.

"What kind of person is he? He curses people without paying them and wants to cause trouble." The waiter said dissatisfied.

"They are preparing for the martial arts conference." At this time, the fair-looking young man from the Faqiu Sect spoke.

He is Wu Zibo, the former head of the Faqiu Sect.

The guy was puzzled: "Isn't this martial arts conference just a competition between various sects to choose the leader of the martial arts alliance? What does this have to do with begging for money?"

"Yes?"

The waiters and maids didn't understand.

"The martial arts conference will not only elect the leader of the martial arts alliance, but also the supreme martial arts leader." Wu Zibo said.

Bai Su couldn't help but raise her eyes.

Wu Zibo continued to explain: "The martial arts conference is divided into two parts. The first part is a competition between sects. Each sect sends its best disciples to participate in the competition. The sect that wins in the end is the best sect in the world."

"And one of the competitions between sects is the competition of financial resources. The last sect that won the last martial arts competition was the Beggar Clan."

The guy couldn't help but nod: "So, they are begging to save money to prepare for the martial arts competition?"

Wu Zibo nodded.

"But they obviously rely on begging for money, so how can they have more financial resources than other sects?" The clerk was puzzled.

"The Beggar Clan has a large number of people and cannot be underestimated. Of course, that is because they have never encountered us before." Wu Zibo's eyes were full of arrogance.

The disciples of the Faqiu Sect also raised their chins proudly.

Bai Su couldn't help but look at them meaningfully.

"What about the second part of the martial arts conference?" the guy asked again.

"The second part is the competition between the heads of each sect. The winner is the leader of the martial arts alliance." Wu Zibo said.

"Ah? Then the martial arts leader is different from the martial arts supreme?" The guy scratched his head.

"It's completely different. The leader of the martial arts league can be elected as long as he defeats other leaders. But the supreme leader of the martial arts requires the leaders to compete and win the first place in the martial arts competition before he can be elected. But in the past hundred years, no one has been able to achieve a win-win situation and ascend to the throne. The most powerful person in the martial arts world." Wu Zibo said.

"After being elected, what's the difference between the two?" Bai Su asked.

"The exercise of power is different. The leader of the martial arts alliance can also order the entire martial arts, but when something happens, he needs to discuss with each faction before making a decision. But the supreme leader of the martial arts can directly order the martial arts without consulting with each faction. Anyone who does not comply will be punished by each faction. Attack him." Wu Zibo explained.

Bai Su narrowed his eyes.

She vaguely guessed why Du Yizhi wanted Murong Fu to ascend to the supreme position in the martial arts world.

Wu Zibo looked thoughtfully at the blind beggar who left.

Could this blind beggar be the rumored senior of the Beggar Gang?

But if it was really that senior, how could he not survive more than five days?
"Mrs. General, you said that the beggar can't live for five days. Is he sick?" Wu Zibo couldn't help but ask.

Bai Su responded.

Wu Zibo wanted to ask again, but Bai Su lowered his head again and settled the account.

Wu Zibo couldn't help but look at Bai Su's eyes.

He heard that the young general's wife knew medical skills and was very good at it.

But was it the young general’s wife who saw it wrong, or was the blind beggar not the senior?
However, five days later it will be the martial arts conference.

You will know then.

Dali Temple.

Murong Fu, Murong Yue and Li Ao came out of Dali Temple.

Murong Fu asked the two of them to go back first, while he entered the palace. He looked at the Daming Palace in front of him with a gloomy expression.

That old guy Du Yizhi gave him financial and manpower and helped him create the Sky Eagle Sect.

But the old man has either yelled at or yelled at him over the years, or beat and scolded him at every turn, treating him like a dog.

He's had enough.

He is a genius that the Murong family has never seen in a century.

He could lift three hundred kilograms when he was eight, six hundred kilograms when he was fifteen, and eight hundred kilograms when he was seventeen.

In the entry test that year, he even lifted an iron pillar weighing nearly 900 kilograms.

Far more than his good-for-nothing brother.

But his blind father valued his legitimate son over his concubine, so he severed the father-son relationship with him and kicked him out of the house because of that good-for-nothing.

That's the case.

He wanted to let his blind father see clearly in the sky and let the whole world see clearly.

He, Murong Fu, not only wanted to become the supreme master of the martial arts world, but also wanted to be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.

Revered by the world.

And his elder brother, Murong Yunhai, is a complete, worthless waste.

Murong Fu stepped into the Daming Palace.

There were screams in the Daming Palace.

In the garden, the palace maids and eunuchs were pretending to be various animals and running away in fear, while Sikong Xi was hunting with arrows.

If a palace maid is dressed as a rabbit, she must escape by jumping like a rabbit.

Some eunuchs dressed as antelopes also had to imitate the antelope's running on all fours to escape.

Once you disobey the rules, you will be killed immediately by the guards next to you.

In the garden, the palace maids and eunuchs dressed up as animals, all running away in fear.

Whoosh!
Sikong Yan shot out an arrow, and it hit the eye of a palace maid who was pretending to be a rabbit.

"what!"

The palace maid suddenly screamed heartbreakingly: "My eyes, my eyes..."

Sikong Yan glared fiercely and said angrily: "How can a rabbit talk!"

Snapped!
The guard next to him immediately stepped forward and killed the palace maid with a sword.

Sikong Yan continued hunting.

In the blink of an eye, another eunuch and two palace maids were shot to death.

But he kept cumming and shouted irritably: "It's so boring, so boring, all of this is so boring! Is there nothing else?"

"Prince, I have something that may interest the prince." At this time, Murong Fu stepped forward and knelt down.

Sikong Yan looked at Murong Fu.

He did not remember Murong Fu at all.

He looked at Murong Fu, his eyes shining with blood loss: "You'd better tell something interesting, otherwise, you will be the hundredth human beast in this palace."

Murong Fu hesitated, clenched his fists in his sleeves, and pretended to be calm: "Young man has found the woman that the prince has been searching for so hard."

Hearing this, Sikong Yan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Have you found her?"

Murong Fu lowered his head and said, "I found it. That woman is Lu Xiaowan, the fiancée who has been engaged to Xiao Yijian, the sixth son of the Duke's family, but has not yet married."

He already knew it clearly from Li Ao.

That woman was the poisonous sister of Bai Su.

But according to his investigation, Bai Su only brought one cousin with him to Beijing.

That cousin is Lu Xiaowan, the daughter-in-law of the Duke of Guo's mansion who has not yet entered the country.

Last night, he finally chose to go to the small house and wait to catch Lu Xiaowan, because he knew that it was impossible to arrest someone at the Duke's Mansion, and he would also alert the snake.

But now, since the arrest plan has failed.

Then we can only tell the prince Lu Xiaowan's identity.

He is still a great achievement.

"Lu Xiaowan!" Sikong Yan murmured, "Xiaowan, Wanwan..."

He shouted and burst into laughter: "What a nice name, just like a little bird, hahaha!"

"I like birds the most. Catch them, then grab their feet, and use a knife to cut off their wings bit by bit. They will scream, chirp, and chirp so beautifully!" Sikong Yan His eyes were filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

"Okay, okay! You did a great job! Come and hunt with me." Sikong Yan picked up Murong Fu and gave him the bow and arrow in his hand.

"Thank you, Prince." Murong Fu took the bow and arrow.

Sikong Yan smiled and let him cum.

Murong Fu drew his bow and scanned the humans and animals in the garden.

All the palace maids and eunuchs ran away in fear.

Whoosh!
Murong Fu shot an arrow, and an eunuch was shot through the head and died on the spot.

Whoosh!
Whizzing!

Murong Fu drew arrows again and again.

One arrow at a time.

Shoot to death all the twenty remaining humans and beasts in the garden.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

Sikong Yan looked at the corpses lying all over the garden and said hello happily.

"I will reward you heavily." Sikong Yan said loudly.

"Thank you, Prince!" Murong Fu knelt down and thanked him.

Sikong Yan rewarded him with a full one hundred thousand taels.

Murong Fu looked at the boxes full of silver, his expression filled with arrogance and pride.

The prince's reward of 100,000 taels, plus the 300,000 taels of cash in his villa, would make 400,000 taels of cash.

Plus the business run by the Skyhawks.

In this financial competition among the sects, the Sky Eagle Sect will definitely be ranked first.

It’s not just a competition of financial resources.

In all the competitions in this martial arts tournament, he and the Sky Eagle Faction will definitely win.

He has taken the supreme position in the martial arts world. (End of chapter)