Although the ancient martial arts world is a transcendent world, it does not mean that people in the ancient martial arts world can do whatever they want. The laws of the world must still be observed.
When Murong Junnan saw several policemen approaching them, he knew that if they didn't leave, there might be some trouble. So before those policemen came closer, Murong Junnan, brother and sister, and Dongfang Zhiqing came over.
He quickly dodged into the onlookers.
"Hey, don't run." When the police saw the general, they couldn't help but quicken their pace and rushed towards Murong Junnan and others.
At this time, three men in suits suddenly walked out among the passers-by. After passing by Murong Junnan and the other three, they stopped the policemen who were chasing them.
The Murong siblings and Dongfang Zhiqing soon disappeared on the tree-lined path
"Who are you, who dare to block the official's work?" A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader of several policemen said loudly to the three men in suits.
"What are you talking about? The three of us beat up these people. Aren't you going to arrest the perpetrators? We sent them to your door automatically. Are you still not satisfied?" One of the men in suits said with some disdain.
Law enforcers in the secular world and people in the ancient martial arts world are not cold to them, and they don't even think highly of them.
"You...!" When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes popped out in anger. With his eyes, how could he not see the fishiness in it?
It must be some rich kids from Suzhou who caused trouble and ran away, leaving a few men behind to order the package. How could they hide this from the experienced middle-aged police officer?
"You actually want to go to the detention center so much. I'll help you. Take them all away," the middle-aged police officer shouted loudly, then looked at the five dudes on the ground who had fainted like mud, "Call."
Ambulances, damn, they are just a bunch of garbage who have nothing to do but only cause trouble."
At this time, there were more passers-by watching, and both sides of the tree-lined path were blocked, and there was a lot of discussion at the scene.
Of course, how to deal with this matter is not what Murong Yunxuan and Dongfang Zhiqing, who have left the "crime scene", are concerned about.
The Murong family's men will handle such trivial matters well and will never alarm them. If they can't settle even this trivial matter, will the Murong family still be the emperors of Suzhou?
In Suzhou City, dozens of cars looking for people all over the city seemed to have received some kind of order, and then they all drove towards the south of the city. Gradually, these cars gathered on the road, forming a spectacular queue.
Dozens of high-end cars were dispatched at the same time. Even in Suzhou, this is not a sight that can be seen casually. The convoy passed by and attracted the attention of many people along the way.
In the south of the city, Murong Villa, which covers an area of four to five hundred acres of gardens, seems to have a different atmosphere now. The men in suits who come in and out all look a little nervous.
This expression of these young disciples seems to only appear during the annual festival of the Murong family.
This kind of ancient family has been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years. Every time during the Chinese New Year, the descendants scattered across China will return to the clan ancestral hall to worship their ancestors to show that they do not dare to forget their roots.
Today, the tense atmosphere in Murong Villa is no less than that in Suzhou City during the New Year Festival. The children of various branches have returned to this garden and gathered in the majestic building in the middle of the Villa.
In the meeting hall, a long table seven or eight meters long was filled with people on both sides. These people seemed to be middle-aged people, or even gray-haired old men.
These people were all whispering to each other. Sitting at the top was a middle-aged man with half-white hair, wearing a Tang suit, and a kind face.
He is the contemporary head of the Murong family. Murong Zhenghao has a unique temperament. At first glance, he seems to be only about forty years old, but after looking at him for a long time, it seems that he is about sixty years old.
It is difficult for others to tell the old man’s true age from his appearance.
This is because Murong Zhenghao has practiced the Murong family's unique skills. The reason for the Jiuxiao Zhenjing is that the Jiuxiao Zhenjing, like the Xiantian Kung Fu, is a Taoist martial arts classic. The main purpose of Taoism is to maintain health, and Taoist martial arts also comes from this.
Therefore, some Taoist martial arts classics actually have health-preserving effects. If a martial artist possesses profound skills, they can also play a role in extending life.
A true master cannot tell his true age just by his appearance.
Murong Zhenghao, like Dongfang Zhentian, did not break through the shackles of acquired skills and developed innate martial arts. Even so, Murong Zhenghao relied on his split flower brushing willow palm. Among acquired masters, there were few opponents for him.
The clock hand has pointed to 3 o'clock in the afternoon. All the important people in the Murong family who should be here are almost there. Only those who are temporarily out of town for business have not had time to come back.
"Master, what is going on that you are so anxious to summon us?" A middle-aged man sitting first on Murong Zhenghao's right finally couldn't help but asked Murong Zhenghao
This middle-aged man is very blessed, with a fat head, big ears, and a smooth head, which can be seen as a human figure. When he asked this question, more than ten important figures of the Murong family who were discussing in low voices all agreed.
They stopped talking and looked at Murong Zhenghao
"Lao Wu, what are you anxious about? I will tell you when everyone is here." Murong Zhenghao touched his chin and said calmly.
Although this bald middle-aged man with fat head and big ears is not good-looking, he is actually a ruthless character in Suzhou and Hangzhou. As long as people in the ancient martial arts circles talk about Laughing Maitreya, they will never laugh.
The younger generation of the Murong family, behind the scenes, call this bald middle-aged man Fat Fifth Master. This Fat Fifth Master more than ten years ago was a master of ancient martial arts who killed Qiu Jiu, a once unparalleled thief from Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
Qiu Jiu, the great thief from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, is a ruthless guy who ranks among the top ten among the masters of the day after tomorrow. You can imagine how powerful this fat fifth master's methods are.
"Master, who are we waiting for?" said a thin old man sitting first to the left of Murong Zhenghao. This old man has snow-white hair and eyebrows. He is an old man.
Although the old man's skin is wrinkled all over his body, like a shriveled orange peel, and all the teeth in his mouth are about to fall out, the old man's eyes are shining brightly when he opens and closes them, making people dare not look directly at them.
This is definitely a great master, I'm afraid he has already stepped into the realm of innateness.
"Haha! Third uncle, let's wait a moment! There is someone who hasn't arrived yet, please be patient!" Murong Zhenghao's tone was respectful, and he was actually giving the old man the courtesy of a younger generation.
Now that Murong Zhenghao has said this to the old man, it is hard for those here to ask any more questions. Even Murong Zhenghao calls the old man Third Uncle. In the Murong family, one can imagine that he has a high seniority.