Ling Shuanghua's eyes flashed with shock from time to time, and she thought to herself that if one day she becomes so ugly, she might as well die. Then she thought, if it is for Brother Ding, what if she really becomes like this?
Woolen cloth!
Suddenly feeling a heat in the palm of her hand, Ling Shuanghua came back to her senses and saw Murong Fu squeezing the palm of her hand, slightly annoyed.
I was about to say a few words of reprimand, but then I remembered that he had worked hard for his own affairs, so I had to quietly withdraw my hand and give Murong Fu a blank look.
Murong Fu did not see this charming glance, because he did not dare to look at Ling Shuanghua's face, even though he knew it was fake.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door. Ling Shuanghua was startled. If her father saw a man in the room, something might happen. She hurriedly looked at Murong Fu.
"Hush" Murong Fu made a gesture to speak out. After a moment, he heard from outside the door, "Mr. Murong, Mr. Murong..." It turned out to be Di Yun calling softly outside the door.
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief. Ling Shuanghua looked at Murong Fu in confusion. Murong Fu did not explain, but said directly: "Miss Ling, I have taught you the art of disguise, and the rest is up to you. And this art is
My Murong family is a top secret, please remember not to spread it out."
Ling Shuanghua bowed respectfully and said, "Young master, I have no way of repaying you for your kindness."
"There's no need to repay, I'm just returning a favor to others."
Murong Fu walked to the door and opened the door. Di Yun was standing outside the door looking around. When he saw Murong Fu coming out, he hurriedly said: "Master, you must not do... do..."
He wanted to say that he shouldn't do anything to honor a bad person, but he swallowed his words again.
Murong Fu glared at him and said, "Let's go."
At noon the next day, Murong Fu took Mu Wanqing and Di Yun to Wanfu. When Mu Wanqing saw someone else around Murong Fu, she didn't react at all and didn't even look at Di Yun.
Wan Zhenshan was quite famous in the Jingzhou area. When Murong Fu asked him casually, a passerby said: "Don't you need to ask about Wan Laoxiong's house? The biggest house in front is the one in front."
Hearing the words "Wan Lao Hero", Murong Fu sneered, and Mu Wanqing asked curiously: "Fu Lang, what are we doing in Wan Mansion?"
"Congratulations!" Murong Fu sneered. Remembering that he was chased by that little brat Lu Kun and committed suicide in the river, Murong Fu felt hatred rising in his heart. He had accumulated it for so many years, and now he naturally wanted to pay it back twice as much.
At this time, Wan Mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the seats were full of guests. In the hall, a burly old man was mingling with the guests, and I heard him say:
"Thank you for coming to attend Quanzi's wedding. Wan is grateful. Please eat and drink to your heart's content. If there is any lack of hospitality, Wan will apologize to you here."
It turns out that this person is Wan Zhenshan.
The guests around said one after another: "Mr. Wan is too polite", "What are you talking about, Mr. Wan"...
At a banquet table in the corner, a beautiful woman with delicate features pouted her lips slightly, "Humph, you are an old hero and a little hero, and you are just a little famous in this small place. You really think you are some kind of martial arts star."
A middle-aged man next to him scolded: "Shan'er, don't talk nonsense. This Wan Zhenshan is known as the 'Five Cloud Hands'. He is quite famous in the Jiangnan martial arts world. He has done a lot of good deeds and deserves the title of 'Old Hero'."
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The woman named Shan'er looked unconvinced and whispered: "Our Huashan sect has a lower reputation than him!"
Although she spoke softly, the middle-aged man seemed to have excellent hearing, and his face became stern, "Shan'er, how do I usually teach you, why are you so unable to recognize the general meaning..."
A beautiful woman next to the man pulled the man's sleeve and said, "Forget it, Shan'er is still young, and besides, she is out of town."
After the beautiful woman finished speaking, she looked at Shan'er slightly reproachfully, "You too, this time we accompanied Pingzhi back to his hometown to pay homage to his parents. We passed by Jingzhou, and Wan Zhenshan spared no effort to entertain us. How could we still have this kind of hospitality?"
A lot of criticism.”
A young man next to Shan'er also said: "Yes, senior sister, we can just eat and drink. When we get to the Lin family in Fujian, you can treat it as your own home."
Seeing the middle-aged man's sullen face, Shan'er didn't dare to say anything. She snorted slightly and gave the young man a hard kick under the table.
In the hall, a servant came to Wan Zhenshan and said, "Sir, the auspicious time has come. It's time for the newlyweds to worship."
Wan Zhenshan's face became even more joyful, "Okay, let's go ask Gui'er to come and worship."
Not long after, the newlyweds arrived in front of the hall, and all the guests stood up to watch.
"Worship the heaven and the earth"
"Two bows to the high hall"
"Family members responded to the ceremony." At this moment, a voice came from outside the gate. Although the voice was not loud, everyone could hear it clearly.
All the guests were stunned at first, and then burst into laughter. Wan Zhenshan's family members all had angry expressions on their faces. Unexpectedly, someone who did not know life or death came to make trouble.
A small number of people with profound internal strength were secretly surprised by the depth of the visitor's internal strength.
Wan Zhenshan's face turned dark instantly, and he felt more and more that he was having a bad time, why would someone come to make trouble every time he held a banquet with his martial arts colleagues?
For his birthday three years ago, Lu Tong from Taihang Mountain picked two buckets of "gold" and poured them into the hall, causing Wanmen to lose face...
Everyone looked towards the door and saw three people standing at the door, a young and handsome young man, a woman with a black gauze mask and an unkempt young man. They were Murong Fu, Mu Wanqing and Di Yun.
At this moment, all the guests also realized that these three people were here to cause trouble. Many people whispered to each other, "Who are these three people? How dare they come to make trouble at Mr. Wan's wedding?"
"Is this another marriage-stealing drama?"
"If those who come are not kind, if those who are kind don't come, I'm afraid there will be another good show. It's strange why I say again."
Wan Zhenshan, including his son Wan Gui, originally had eight disciples. Murong Fu killed one of them ten years ago, and now there are only seven left.
When the seven disciples saw someone coming to cause trouble, they uttered unlucky words and became furious.
As the groom, it was not convenient for Wan Gui to take action, so the other six people swarmed up and wanted to teach Murong Fu a lesson.
"Stop!" Wan Zhenshan was stunned. When he saw his disciple drawing his sword and stepping forward, he immediately shouted to stop.
The six disciples stopped immediately, but they had already arrived in front of Murong Fu. Murong Fu was not polite. He raised his hand slightly, but without seeing what he did, the six disciples flew out.
Everyone took a breath of cold air. They didn't even see what they were doing just now.
The six disciples fell to the ground, their faces burning with pain. They looked at each other and found a slap mark on each of their faces. They were all furious, claiming that Murong Fu had taken the opportunity to sneak attack them.
Seeing that the sixth disciple was about to take action, Wan Zhenshan immediately shouted: "Don't retreat yet." The sixth disciple had no choice but to retreat angrily.