The carriage bumped, and Murong Fu's thoughts also fluctuated.
There are simply too many things that have happened in the past few months. Three months ago, Murong Fu was still a young man from an aristocratic family who had lost all his power. Now, not only has his internal power increased greatly, he has also obtained the "Northern Divine Art" and the "Six Meridians Divine Sword".
With these two peerless martial arts, coupled with the original battle and star shift, in terms of pure martial arts configuration, Murong Fu at this time should be called the strongest Tianlong.
However, the biggest gain should be gaining a firm ally from the Duan family in Dali.
That day, Murong Fu gave an excerpt of his family's Dou Zhuan Xing Shi to Emperor Baoding. Martial arts people valued ancestral martial arts more than their own lives. This exchange of ancestral martial arts was tantamount to dividing the Murong family and the Duan family.
They were completely tied together, and from then on we both prospered and suffered.
I don’t know what’s going on at home after being out for so long.
After all, he lowered his profile in front of Mrs. Wang before setting off just for the sake of his own stall.
I hope my cheap aunt can give me some help.
Three days later, Suzhou, Yanziwu.
Murong Fu ordered.
Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was not one of Jiumozhi's men. After all, although Jiumozhi was greedy, angry, and ignorant, he was still considered an eminent monk and could not allow his subordinates to do such rude and deviant things.
What's more, even if they are seeking revenge, a true master or a master will not do such a dishonorable thing in the enemy's house.
Murong Fu took Abi and hid behind the door. He did not rush in, but first observed the situation inside the door. He saw a room full of people, at least hundreds of people. Murong Fu couldn't help but
He frowned and secretly wondered where so many soldiers and generals appeared.
Then he noticed that although there were many people on the field, they were clearly divided into three groups. There were about a dozen people in one group, all wearing white clothes, sitting around a table, sitting quietly without moving or talking, as if
A group of ghosts.
Bao BuTong lightly twirled his mustache and said: "No, no, the most tiring person during this period is the young master. He should have a good sleep."
Bao BuTong and Feng Bo were in a good relationship, and they kept talking about martial arts and martial arts with Murong Fu along the way. Fortunately, these related memories were still intact, and Feng Bao and Feng Bao didn't notice anything wrong. They just felt that their young master
I have become a lot more approachable recently. I must have experienced some changes and people have changed.
"Something is wrong, stop the boat first!" Murong Fu waved his hand to signal everyone to be silent.
Could it be that he was the mysterious man in black in the inn that time? But judging from his behavior that time, the other party was obviously unwilling to reveal his identity. Why did he come to Yanziwu to cause trouble this time with such fanfare?
Murong Fu had his own plan.
A'Zhu Abi was startled, but she obediently followed her words. Bao Bubu saw his young master's sudden serious expression, lowered his voice and asked: "Sir, what's the matter?"
Although an uninvited guest was right in front of him, it was a taboo for military strategists to spread their strength, but Murong Fu knew very well that if the opponent was a powerful enemy that he could not even deal with, Feng Bao and the other two were just a burden.
If it was Jiumozhi, he would have no choice but to run away with his men. He didn't think that after his internal strength was strengthened, he would be able to come into contact with the national master's flame sword. After all, his actual combat experience was too low.
Even if Wang Yuyan was there to guide him, he still couldn't react. Moreover, he had not yet mastered the Beiming Divine Art and the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and he had not had time to practice the Half Bucket of Water to Star Shift to a higher level.
Naturally, Wang Yuyan was not happy to be separated from Murong Fu at this moment. Murong Fu tried hard to persuade this little girl to leave.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and said nothing.
At this time, through the light fog, lights in the distance can be seen.
They will be home in just a few moments. The two little girls, Aju and Abi, couldn't help but be a little excited, but Wang Yuyan looked a little gloomy because she knew that when she got home, she wouldn't be able to spend time with Murong Fu like she did during this period.
Murong Fu quietly said something to Wang Yuyan. Wang Yuyan's eyes lit up and she nodded shyly.
"Young master, do you mean to temporarily avoid the edge?" Bao BuTong pondered.
Soon, the three of them arrived in front of the waterside pavilion. They saw the lights inside the waterside pavilion were brightly lit and people were scattered around. They could also hear people shouting drinking orders and swearing, and from time to time there was the sound of objects falling to the ground.
When they arrived at a nearby fisherman's house, Murong Fu asked A'Zhu Abi to buy some fishermen's clothes for everyone to change into. Bao BuTong dressed up as an old, hunchbacked fisherman. Murong Fu dressed up as two middle-aged fishermen, and A Bi acted as a costume.
The fisherman girl dressed up, and as for Wang Yuyan, Murong Fu arranged for A'Zhu and Feng BoE to send her back to Mantuo Villa first.
"Turn around and walk to the nearby fisherman's house."
Both Bao BuTong and Abi couldn't help but frown. This waterside pavilion is actually the residence of Aju and Abi's two daughters. It has always been a fresh and elegant place. When has there ever been such a hustle and bustle?
After letting go of the big stone in his heart, Murong Fu looked much more relaxed. He turned around and said to Abi: "Abi and I will go ashore together. Brother Bao San will quietly go to the kitchen to take a look at the situation of the people. If something goes wrong, he will immediately
Retreat and everything will go according to plan."
There was less than two miles of waterway from Qinyun Xiaozhu and Tingshuixiang Pavilion. A'Zhu stretched himself and said, "I have been very tired during this period. I will have a good sleep later."
The other group of people were completely gangsters. The noise they heard earlier was caused by them. Many of them were still drunk and talking nonsense. The rest of the people were either yelling or talking nonsense.
Eat Haisai, this group has the largest number of people, a rough count of at least seventy or eighty.
"Could it be that Lao Gutou knew we were coming back today and prepared a banquet in advance?" A'Zhu said in surprise.
Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed. It was almost midnight, and seventy or eighty uninvited guests suddenly appeared in the house. How could it not be shocking? So everyone looked at Murong Fu, waiting for him to come up with an idea.
"There are at least seventy or eighty people in the family who are not ours." Murong Fu looked solemn.
There was another group of people that Murong Fu knew. It was Granny Ping and Granny Rui from Mrs. Wang's Mantuo Villa who were confronting two groups of people with about twenty followers.
After watching it for a while, Murong Fu had an idea in his mind. The people in white and the gangsters were probably not together, but they were all here to cause trouble for him. The two groups would neither deal with nor take action. Granny Ping and Granny Rui should be
They got Mrs. Wang's instruction and came to see the scene, but they couldn't handle the two groups joining forces, so a stalemate was formed.
"It's interesting, let me see what kind of opera it is."
Thinking of this, Murong Fu no longer hid his figure. Just a moment later, a loud shout came from the door: "Who is that person!"