Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Fu shook his head and said with a smile: "You can just find someone who is beautiful and doesn't like her."

Ding Dian savored Murong Fu's words carefully and said, "If you can't marry the woman you love, wouldn't your life be in vain?"...

"Haha, what if the emperor and you like a woman at the same time?" Murong Fu asked again.

"I will follow her and never leave her for the rest of my life." Ding Dian said firmly.

Murong Fu's eyes couldn't help but shine, and he secretly admired that this guy actually had the heart of a green emperor!

When Ding Dian saw Murong smiling and saying nothing, he asked in confusion: "Mr. Murong, where did I say something wrong?"

"Brother Ding, you and I have hit it off. If you don't mind calling me big brother, it would be great. It would be obvious to call me young master all the time."

Murong Fu quite admired Ding Dian's character.

Keep your promises, value friendship, and be worthy of friendship.

Ding Dian was stunned and couldn't believe that Murong Fu would actually take the initiative to befriend him. He quickly saluted and shouted: "Little brother Ding Dian, I have met my elder brother."

Murong Fu smiled and asked Ding Dian not to salute. They each drank a full glass of wine and started chatting from south to north.

As the setting sun set its afterglow, the two of them left the restaurant.

"Brother, if you don't mind, how about spending the night in my little brother's houseboat?" Ding Dian said in a daze.

Houseboat?

Murong Fu's mind immediately became active. If he remembered correctly, Ding Dian had rescued Mei Niansheng on the boat.

"Okay, let's walk."

Ding Dian was overjoyed and pulled Murong Fu towards the boathouse.

There was only one boatman in the boathouse. Seeing that Ding Dian was so drunk, he couldn't help but shake his head: "This little boss really likes to drink."

"Uncle, a thousand cups of wine are too little to meet a close friend. It is a blessing of eight lifetimes for me to meet my brother Murong today. Let's sail. Let's sail." Ding Dian waved his hand and ordered the boatman to leave quickly, and then fell asleep in the cabin.

The boatman had no choice but to sail away.

Murong Fu was also a little tired, so he sat cross-legged and performed the Small Phaseless Skill to relieve his fatigue.

Today's battle gave him a new understanding of his own strength. If the first-class masters were also divided into three, six or nine levels.

Now that I can definitely be classified as a first-class master, it shouldn't be a big problem to fight Qiao Feng for dozens of rounds.

Several hours passed, Murong Fu gradually lost his fatigue and became more energetic.

He glanced at Ding Dian, who was sleeping like a dead pig, and shook his head.

After all, he is considered an elite from the martial arts sect, and he has no sense of caution at all. If he were a bad person, he would probably have died eight times.

As he stood up and walked outside, he heard the sound of a chase.

"What's going on?" Murong Fu asked when he saw the boatman standing by.

"Sir, it seems that three people are chasing an old man." The boatman replied respectfully.

Murong Fu raised his eyes and happened to see a middle-aged man sneaking up on the old man with a sword. If he guessed correctly, these four people were Mei Niansheng and his three unscrupulous disciples.

"Wow~"

A black shadow jumped into the water, and then several more mutterings were heard.

"No, that old guy Mei Niansheng ran away."

"Don't worry, I have stabbed his heart. The old guy will definitely die."

"He's dead, what about the secret?"

"..."

The three of them walked towards the boat house while talking.

One of them, a man with a mustache and a face full of hypocrisy, saluted and asked: "Little brother, the three of us are chasing the members of the Blood Knife Cult. Have you seen it?"

"Get out!" Murong Fu scolded directly without saving any face for the three of them.

"You dare to scold my senior brother?" The second eldest brother, Yan Daping, stood up and complained.

Murong Fu looked at the three of them coldly and said disdainfully: "It's best to get out of here before I get angry."

Wan Zhenshan and the other three were stunned and looked at each other. Instead of losing their temper, they asked very politely: "Don't you know your name?"

Murong Fu stood with his hands behind his hands and said frankly, "Gusu Murong."

"What? Are you Murong Fu?"

The three of them took a step back at the same time, instinctively distancing themselves from Murong Fu.

"Nonsense!" Murong Fu stared forward and looked forward.

The three of them suddenly felt an aura pressing towards them, and they quickly saluted and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's our fault for disturbing Mr. Murong's enjoyment."

Murong Fu felt a wave coming from under his feet and stared at the three of them coldly: "Get out of here!"

Wan Zhenshan and the others did not dare to stop for a moment, and ran away as if running for their lives.

"Young Master, you are so powerful. Those three people were so bloody that they were all scared away by you." The boatman breathed a sigh of relief and regained his energy.

Murong Fu looked down and saw a big hand stretched out from the water.

"Ah~" The boatman was startled and looked at Murong Fu quickly.

"Don't be afraid as long as I'm here." Murong Fu said as he fished the owner of his hand out of the river.

"Ahem~ Are you Murong Fu?" Mei Niansheng asked weakly.

Murong Fu looked at the opponent's wounds and asked: "Master Mei, do you want me to help you kill your three apprentices?"

"Haha, I made Mr. Murong Fu laugh." Mei Niansheng was not surprised that Murong Fu recognized her. With those three silly disciples shouting all over the world, everyone could guess a thing or two.

Murong Fu shook his head: "Master Mei has hurt his heart, I'm afraid it will be difficult to live."

Mei Niansheng looked deeply at Murong Fu and sighed: "Time is also fate. If I hadn't been kicked by the Blood Knife Ancestor, I wouldn't have been attacked by three disciples."

Murong Fu stood aside and said a few words of comfort.

Mei Niansheng took out a book of exercises wrapped in animal skin from her arms, handed it to Murong Fu, and said weakly: "I know that my time is short, but fortunately I was able to meet Mr. Murong before I died, so I died a worthy death. I have a peerless magical skill, and I ask Mr. Murong to find a successor for me."

"Shen Zhao Jing?"

Murong Fu looked at Mei Niansheng in disbelief. Are you going to give me the first three unique skills in the Golden Book? Aren't you afraid that I will keep it for you?

"Yes, my technique may not be the best in the world, but it is not inferior to Shaolin Temple's Yi Jin Jing." Mei Niansheng said proudly.

"Ding, here comes the question, host please make a choice as soon as possible."

"One, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda and saving a famous person in the world. The reward is: three hundred shadow guards."

"Two, life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven, death is ruthless and ruthless, reward: Fenghou Qimen."

Murong Fu's eyes were shining. This was a good thing. As for Fenghou Qimen, it was a good technique at best, but in front of a strong person, it was as brittle as paper.

But the Shadow Guards are different. These guys are Qin Shihuang's personal bodyguards. They are super powerful and loyal. They are also top-notch experts in trying to find out information. They are said to be "like maggots attached to bones, like shadows, and like the king himself."

Murong Fu, who was preparing to build an army, simply gave him a pillow when he fell asleep!

Choose one, you must choose one!

However, Mei Niansheng is already close to death, how can she be saved?

Even if the Jiuhua Yulu Pills were given to him as jelly beans, it would be difficult to save him. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "As far as I know, the Shenzhao Sutra has the power to bring the dead back to life. Why can't you rely on this sutra to repair your injuries?"

"Murong's reputation is indeed well-deserved. He actually knows the characteristics of my technique so clearly. It's just that I am old and frail. Even if I have deep skills, I can't rely on the Divine Illumination Sutra to save myself." Mei Niansheng couldn't help but feel admiration on her face. .

Murong's reputation is not in vain.

"In other words, if there is someone who can learn Shen Zhao Jing in a very short period of time, he can cure you?" Murong Fu asked again.

"You can say that, but it needs to reach at least a small degree of success before it can barely exert its function." Mei Niansheng's face was full of astonishment, and she didn't know what Murong meant by this.

"This is not easy. With my qualifications, I will be able to practice it to a small degree within half a month, and I will be able to save you by then!" Murong Fu said with great confidence.