Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Song Yuzhi?

Murong Fu looked at the woman standing up in front of him.

He secretly guessed that she might not be the descendant of that great master.

"Are you Murong Fu, the overlord of the Southern Song Dynasty's martial arts world?"

Song Yuzhi's appearance is acceptable, his voice is crisp and clean, and there is a hint of provocation in his tone.

At first glance, there is nothing bright except for the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth.

However, Murong Fu saw a hint of sword intent in her eyes, and he was probably an expert in sword training.

Murong Fu smiled: "The Southern Overlord is still close, but it's getting close."

"Huh?" Song Yuzhi squinted his eyes and smiled, and said, "Except for my father and that bitch, you are the most domineering person I have ever seen."

"Haha, Miss Song, you're welcome." Murong Fu bowed and sat on the left side of Song Yongsi.

"Well said, eat more, you're welcome." Song Yuzhi laughed a few times, feeling bold and bold like a boy.

Song Yongsi said politely, "Mr. Murong Fu, you always go to the Three Treasures Hall for no reason. Are you doing something good by coming here in person today?"

"Master Song is joking. I am here to tell you that I have found the source of the corpse poison. Today, you can order the city gate to be opened." Murong Fu said.

Song Yongsi's face was full of surprise and he said happily: "That's great, that's great. Master Murong, you are really my savior!"

"To be honest, I have been given several orders from above not to close the city. If I can't cure the corpse poison, I am afraid that my position as governor will be given away to others."

"You're welcome! Also, this is my invitation. On the Double Ninth Festival, I will worship my ancestors at my old house."

Murong Fu took out an invitation from his arms and handed it to Song Siyuan.

Song Siyuan was stunned and took it in his hand with a smile.

Martial arts people never like to deal with people in the government. Murong Fu can personally invite him, which shows that the other party has good sense and regards him as a friend.

"Don't worry, Mr. Murong, I will definitely be here on the Double Ninth Festival." Song Yongsi assured.

Murong Fu smiled slightly, stood up and said, "Then I won't disturb Lord Song and his family for dinner, and will go back now."

"This...is easy to say, then I won't keep Mr. Murong."

Song Siyuan also stood up to see him off.

Murong Fu handed over his hands and left. Song Yuzhi suddenly stopped in front of him and kept saying:

"Mr. Murong, my daughter has heard of you for a long time. I wonder if I can have a discussion with you?"

"If I'm not wrong, you are the daughter of Song Que, the Heavenly Sword." Murong Fu smiled slightly and was not annoyed.

"Um?"

Song Yuzhi was stunned. She didn't expect that Murong Fu could reveal her identity easily, and she admitted generously: "Yes, I am the youngest daughter of Song Que, the Heavenly Sword."

"Haha, that's right." Murong Fu said calmly: "You and I are still not ready to start a fight. If it were your father, I would be interested in giving it a try."

"You... look down on me!" Song Yuzhiwen said angrily.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "I misunderstood, I didn't mean to look down on you, I just told the truth!"

"Haha, then I have to try it!" Song Yuzhi's eyes were sharp and he stepped on the sword beside him.

The sword flashed and struck towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu didn't react at all and stood still.

Song Yuzhi injected his true energy into his hands.

I cursed in my heart, you bastard, how dare you look down on me!

Song Yongsi was shocked and quickly stopped him: "Yuzhi, don't mess around."

"Go to hell!" Song Yuzhi shouted.

"It's over!"

Song Yongsi felt cold in his heart. His niece had been abused by her distant cousin since she was a child, and this was not the first time she had committed murder.

"Ah~ He killed someone!"

Several of his wives also came from scholarly families, and they had never seen such bloody things, so they covered their mouths and started shouting.

In the field, only Murong Fu remained calm and calm.

Just when Song Yuzhi's knife was three feet away from him, he suddenly shouted:

"roll!"

Song Yuzhi felt a wall of energy hitting his face, and his whole face suddenly turned pale.

"Oops~"

The next moment, he flew backwards three feet away and fell on his butt on the ground. Tears of pain flowed from his eyes. He endured the pain and said:

"Three-foot Qi Wall! You are a master!"

"I've already said it, it's okay if Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, comes."

Murong Fu and Song Yongsi bowed again and left, leaving everyone messy in the wind.

"Oh, my eldest niece, how can you kill someone so well and fly out on your own?" Song Yongsi quickly helped Song Yuzhi and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay. I didn't expect that Murong Fu was so powerful and at such a young age, he was already a master." Song Yuzhi rubbed his buttocks and limped back to where he was.

"A strong master?"

Although Song Yongsi was a scholar, he knew a little about the affairs of the world.

Hearing Murong Fu's strength, he was both happy and surprised.

Big thick legs!

Gotta hold on!

It hasn't been long since Murong Fu left his old house.

He didn't take Song Yuzhi's matter to heart.

I went to Fuguiju specially and bought some nutritious supplements for Lang Xuici.

After all, I was so tired last night that my voice was already smoking from shouting.

When the shopkeeper saw Murong Fu coming, he said happily: "Master, please take a look."

"Haha, I'm here to buy some vegetables and take them back to my family to try." Murong Fu said with a smile.

"Ah, woman?" The shopkeeper was also an understanding person and instantly guessed Murong Fu's thoughts.

Murong Fu said in admiration: "The shopkeeper has a sharp vision."

"Haha, Mr. Murong is ridiculous. This is all based on experience." The shopkeeper said a few polite words to Murong Fu and then told him to go to the kitchen.

He asked Murong Fu to sit aside and wait.

It was rare for Murong Fu to be so leisurely. He drank tea by himself and listened to the discussions of the people on the side.

"Have you heard that on September 9th, the Double Ninth Festival, the Japanese master Tianfeng Shishilang challenged Mr. Murong?"

"Nonsense! I already knew it yesterday."

"Haha, guess who can win?"

…

Murong Fu showed a smile, this is Jianghu.

The news comes as quickly as it goes, like a gust of wind.

"Hmph, you don't know, Feng Shishiro was so strong that day, Master Murong may not be his opponent."

"Fart, Murong Fu is the number one person in our southern martial arts world. How could he not be a match for a Japanese?"

"You don't know that Tianfeng Shishiro is the only one in the island country who can compete with the Yagyu family."

"The Yagyu family?"

Murong Fu looked at everyone and mentioned the Yagyu family.

His eyes were full of fear and fear.

It can be seen that the Yagyu clan had a great impact on the people of Song Dynasty.

"This young master, I'm a little tired from the next trip. I wonder if I can sit here." A gentle female voice pulled Murong Fu out of his thoughts.

Just as he was about to speak, Xiao Yin in his sleeve suddenly tightened his arm tightly, as if he had encountered a huge crisis.

Murong Fu suddenly looked up and saw a beautiful girl wearing pink clothes standing in front of him.