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Chapter 187 Taiping Swordsman, Sima Ziyi.

Chunhua Building, second floor.

Before the messy scene could be cleaned up in time, a young man in purple had already climbed up to the second floor with a sword.

He stood with his sword in hand, and looked at the guests on the second floor coldly, until he noticed Murong Fu in white clothes, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

The young man in purple took the initiative to step forward, clasped his fists, and said: "Your Excellency must be Mr. Murong. I am Hu Qing, from Huqiu, Pisces Pond, Changle Villa in Suzhou. The person sitting over there is my master. You must also be here." Know."

After hearing this, Mu Murongfu just raised his eyes to look at the figure sitting not far away.

This man was dressed in rich clothes and looked handsome. Although his manes were gray, he was still dressed like a playboy. The jade belt around his waist was crystal clear and round, studded with pearls bigger than dragon's eyes, and a sorrow bigger than his thumb. emerald.

Just this jade belt is already priceless, but the sword hanging on the jade belt is far more precious than the jade belt.

Murong Fu only took one glance and recognized the origin of the figure in front of him.

To be precise, he recognized the sword hanging on the jade belt.

A long sword with a black fish skin scabbard and a platinum mouth. It has a strange shape. On the bright red sword tassel, there are two fishes carved from white jade. As long as you recognize the sword, you will definitely be able to recognize the person wearing the sword.

This middle-aged man in golden clothes and sword is, of course, the owner of Huqiu, Pisces Pond, and Changle Villa in the south of the Yangtze River, the "Taiping Swordsman" Sima Ziyi.

"Jin Nangong, Yin Ouyang, Jade Sima", this sentence refers to the three major martial arts families.

Jade has been valued since ancient times, and Changle Villa is undoubtedly the wealthiest among them. In addition to his family's martial arts, Sima Ziyi is also the only disciple of "Mr. Iron Sword" in the past. He is a handsome young man with both civil and military skills, plus a prominent family background. , less than twenty years old and already famous all over the world.

Although he is now middle-aged, not only is the arrogance of his youth still present, but he is also as handsome as ever.

For someone as arrogant as him, his disciples would naturally not know what humility is. However, the young man in purple still knew a little bit about etiquette. At least he should treat Murong Fu with some respect.

"This floor has been taken over by our young master, what are you doing here?"

Seeing another person coming forward rashly, A'Zhu looked at the purple-clothed boy up and down with her beautiful eyes, and her usually clear female voice suddenly became colder.

"My master is the Taiping Swordsman!"

Hearing the coldness in A'Zhu's tone, the boy in purple clasped his fists and said proudly.

"Taiping Swordsman, is this name famous?"

Upon hearing this, A'Zhu's tone became cold again.

The expressions of Wang Yuyan and Abi on the side couldn't help but turn cold, while the three girls Ye Xue, Ye Ling, and Shangguan Xueer looked at the purple-clothed boy with something strange in their eyes.

Let’s not talk about Murong Fu’s origins for now, but the power he currently has under his command can be said to be a behemoth that is unimaginable by ordinary people.

In particular, Mu Taoren, who founded the Ghost Villa, was also forced to cooperate with him. As Mu Taoren's daughters, the two sisters Ye Xue naturally understood how powerful Murong Fu was.

Even the youngest Shangguan Xueer could see from the respectful attitude of Huo Tianqing, who had always taken care of her, towards Murong Fu that he was indeed a terrible person.

But the young man in purple clothes in front of him took the initiative to place the score of Changle Villa in front of him.

All this naturally makes people feel surprised, as if someone is playing tricks on Guan Gong!

Wang Yuyan and Abi, however, understood Murong Fu's abilities. When it came to family matters, Murong Fu, as a descendant of the Yan royal family, had the best martial arts in the world, and his men controlled power across several worlds.

In their eyes, the behavior of the purple-clothed young man in front of them was undoubtedly that of sitting in a well and looking at the sky. However, they could not help but feel a little displeased when they saw their favorite cousin and young master being looked down upon.

Maybe this is the feeling of Aiwujiwu!
  "Be brave, my master is the Taiping Swordsman, how dare you disrespect him?"

The young man in purple clothes couldn't help being stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting A'Zhu to speak like this. It wasn't until a few breaths later that he seemed to come to his senses and stared at A'Zhu beside him angrily.

"But do you know who I am?"

Looking at the purple-clothed young man in front of him who seemed very proud, Murong Fu spoke.

His tone seemed calm, but it was obvious to everyone present that his tone was beginning to sound a little displeased.

"I……"

When the boy in purple heard this, his expression changed significantly.

It was not that he had not heard of Murong Fu's reputation, but everything related to him originated from rumors in the world.

The only exception is Huo Tianqing, the young master of the Tianqin Sect. He once personally admitted that he was defeated at the hands of Murong Fu.

But compared with Ximen Chuixue and Lu Xiaofeng, they were naturally less convincing. Now when the boy in purple faced Murong Fu in person, he finally felt a hint of fear.

Some people stand there, even if they don't take action, but as long as they speak, it will make people feel terrified and sick.

The young man in purple glanced at the master who was still sitting behind him. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the sudden fear in his heart. Take it with you and then invite you to come over and have some wine."

Murong Fu said nothing this time.

People in the arena involuntarily!
  He finally understood this sentence now, because he had to deal with these self-righteous fools all the time.

A'Zhu said: "Your master is not worthy!"

While she was speaking, Ye Ling and other women on the side also nodded at the same time, obviously agreeing with her statement.

"you……"

The purple-clothed boy's face was already a little ugly, and he held the hilt of the sword with his backhand.

He had never thought that there would be people in the Central Plains martial arts community who would be so disrespectful of the Sima family!

However, A'Zhu didn't even look at him. He stood up and poured a cup of tea for Murong Fu.

Seeing this scene, the boy in purple clothes was almost shaking with anger. The sword in his hand was clenched tightly, as if it was about to be unsheathed at the next moment.

Someone behind me coughed twice and said, "You didn't use the word borrowed well. No one would borrow such a thing."

Sima Ziyi actually didn't hesitate to use his own car to come over, but stopped at a distance, as if waiting for Murong Fu to stand up to greet him.

However, Murong Fu never looked at him at all. Only A'Zhu and other girls looked at him with doubts in their eyes, as if they had seen such a person for the first time.

Sima Ziyi walked over alone, stretched out a well-maintained hand, and nodded towards the table.

The boy in purple clothes immediately took out the stack of banknotes from his arms and placed them on the table.

Sima Ziyi touched his neatly trimmed mustache again and said: "Although the jade wall is good, it is not as valuable as gold and silver. This is a fifty thousand tael silver note that can be cashed immediately. Ordinary people have this money." With money, you can live a life without worries."

"Fifty thousand taels just for a ribbon?"

When the girls heard this, they couldn't help but show strange expressions at the same time.

They naturally know the function of ribbons.

But not long ago, A'Zhu had asked his young master to accept a piece of silk from Persia. This kind of silk was said to glow at night, and was made of the same material as the six ribbons in the young master's hand.

With this piece of silk and satin, not to mention just a piece of silk and satin, it can be used by hundreds of people.

As a martial arts practitioner, A'Zhu Shunv naturally understood the appeal of a battle at the top of the Forbidden City to people in the world, but she never thought that someone would be willing to spend such a huge amount of money.

Sima Ziyi suddenly coughed twice and said: "Ahem, fifty thousand taels is true, but it is for two ribbons!"

Seeing everyone's sudden silence, Sima Ziyi couldn't help but smile. He seemed to think he had a chance to win, and said slowly: "Fifty thousand taels of silver notes can always be exchanged for only two ribbons."

Ma Ziyi had a smile on his face, as if he was ready to leave, the deal was over.

"Wait!"

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu suddenly spoke.

"Do you think the price is not enough?"

Sima Ziyi's face suddenly stiffened, obviously thinking that Murong Fu wanted the lion to speak loudly.

"I advise you to turn around and leave!" Murong Fu took a sip of the tea in the cup and said slowly.

"Why?" Sima Ziyi's tone couldn't help but turn cold.

"You don't deserve it!"

Murong Fu put down the tea in his hand and spoke every word.

Sima Ziyi's livid face turned red again, and Abi beside him finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As soon as the laughter rang out, the sword light flew out, and there was a "ding" sound, and the tip of the sword was pressed on the table by a chopstick.

It was Hu Qing who took action. He flipped his wrist and the sword at his waist stabbed out like a poisonous snake.

He is also a very proud man and usually disdains to attack a woman, but Abi's laughter insulted his master.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yuyan's attack was faster. She suddenly stretched out her chopsticks and tapped lightly, and the tip of the sword was hit seven inches immediately.

Hu Qing's expression suddenly changed and he looked at Wang Yuyan in surprise.

It's true that Wang Yuyan doesn't like to use force, but her aptitude is no less than that of Murong Fu. She has little hands-on experience, but she has a photographic memory, so the moves that Murong Fu and others usually use have already been memorized by her. Heart.

In addition, she is practicing small phaseless skills. As long as she sees all the martial arts in the world, she can master them at her fingertips.

This chopstick-breaking sword technique was learned after Huo Tianqing fought with Su Shaoying and Su Shaoying was captured alive, but Huo Tianqing did not control his actions.

Therefore, in the Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion earlier, Su Shaoying had to fight with Huo Tianqing almost every day because of his departure. Su Shaoying was holding a long sword, but Huo Tianqing was using only a chopstick.

The two fought against each other no less than ten times, and Wang Yuyan also learned many subtle moves from them!

In fact, the trick she used was no less sophisticated than Huo Tianqing's.

The boy in purple clothes was stunned. He seemed to have never thought that the charming woman in front of him, who looked like a fairy, could actually have such high and wonderful martial arts skills.

"The rules of your Changle Villa are too big!"

Wang Yuyan looked at the purple-clothed boy in front of her with dissatisfaction.

The boy in purple gritted his teeth and pulled out the sword with all his strength, but the sword seemed to have taken root on the table. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift it up at all.

There were beads of sweat on Hu Qing's forehead. Suddenly, he fell backwards.

It turned out that Wang Yuyan suddenly let go...

Just when he was about to fall down and make a fool of himself, a hand held him up.

"Master!"

Hu Qing looked back and found Sima Ziyi appearing behind him, but he couldn't care less about the surprise and soon found that his master's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

Sima Ziyi said coldly: "Get back. From now on, you are not allowed to use the sword."

Hu Qing lowered his head, looked at the sword in his hand, stepped back step by step, and withdrew seven or eight steps, tears suddenly flowed down.

If a swordsman cannot use his sword, his pain is obvious.

"You seem to be very proud of your swordsmanship?" Murong Fu suddenly said as if he could see the pride in his heart.

"Not bad!"

Sima Ziyi nodded and said, although he tried his best to be modest, the corners of his mouth that kept rising still revealed his mood at the moment.

"Take action!" Murong Fu said.

Although the young man in purple made a reckless move, the sword retained some power. Moreover, the reason why the young man in purple was so arrogant still came from his master.

Murong Fu naturally had no interest in punishing a young man who had not yet mastered martial arts.

And his master, Sima Ziyi, is actually qualified to let him take action!
  "You want me to take action?"

Sima Ziyi's tone suddenly became strange, and there was even a hint of excitement.

In any case, the Murong Fu in front of him was the person who was rumored to have fought against Ximen Chuixue, the two great swordsmen in the world, but now he wanted to take action himself...

Could it be that my sword is already qualified to challenge Ximen Chuixue?
  Thinking of this, Sima Ziyi felt a little excited.

"Where's your sword?"

Reluctantly suppressing the excitement in his heart, Sima Ziyi suddenly noticed that Murong Fu had no weapons at hand, so he said.

"Just draw your sword!"

Murong Fu spoke calmly.

Seeing Murong Fu's understatement, Sima Ziyi pondered for a moment and suddenly said: "Okay, I'm going to stab you in the left shoulder next, be ready!"

He is a proud man and does not want to take advantage of others.

But Murong Fu insisted on this, and he was determined to let him experience his own power so that he could show his true strength.

"You just take action!"

Murong Fu's answer was still the same.

"it is good!"

As soon as the word "good" came out of his mouth, Sima Ziyi's sword was taken out. The light of the sword was like lightning, and it pierced Murong Fu's left shoulder.

His sword was very long and difficult to pull out, but he had a unique way of pulling it out. As soon as the sword was unsheathed, it almost reached Murong Fu's shoulder.

When he was four years old, he was already practicing swordsmanship with bamboo, and when he was seven years old, he had a sword made of pure steel. It has been forty years since he learned the sword, and he has only practiced the action of drawing the sword. He has studied more than 130 methods. With one strike of his sword, he can penetrate twelve scattered copper coins.

But Murong Fu just sat there and didn't move, letting him stab him with the sword.

When Sima Ziyi saw this, his expression immediately changed slightly, and the sword in his hand suddenly began to lose its strength.

However, an unexpected scene happened. Just a foot away from Murong Fu's left, the sword in his hand seemed to be piercing an invisible barrier.

Before he could be surprised, an unstoppable force of counter-shock suddenly came, and he couldn't help but rush out in embarrassment. Even the tiger's mouth holding the sword felt a slight pain.

He stepped back five steps in a row, and he was only half a step away from missing and falling down the stairs.

Sima Ziyi's face turned pale, and he lost his voice and said: "Body-protecting Qi?"

If he hadn't restrained his strength just now, the long sword in his hand would have been shaken out of his hands, and he might have rolled down the stairs.

It's just that he is already forty years old and has traveled around the world for many years. In his early years, he also met a master with profound internal skills, but none of them surprised him as much as the Murong Fu in front of him.

The true energy can actually be released more than one foot away from the body?
  "Now you should know why I didn't take action, because with your current cultivation level, even if I sit there motionless, you can't hurt me at all!"

Murong Fu raised his glass with his left hand and spoke calmly.

"I lost!"

When Sima Ziyi heard this, his face was pale and without any color. He stood there in a daze for a long time, and then suddenly said.

He lost!
  Total loss!
  He doesn't even have the ability to force the opponent to take action!
  Since he lost, he would naturally not stay here any longer if he was so proud, so he soon saw Sima Ziyi, master and apprentice, leaving in despair.

"Master, what you did just now is even more uncomfortable than killing them!"

A'Zhu looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart.

As a martial arts practitioner, she naturally understood this feeling. Although she hated the master and apprentice in her heart, she could not help but feel intolerable to their situation.

"But at least they're alive!"

Through the window on the second floor, Murong Fu watched the two people's backs gradually receding downstairs, and slowly spoke.

This battle at the top of the Forbidden City is destined to be uneventful. It is actually a good thing for them that the master and disciples do not get involved!
  (End of this chapter)