There is a saying that women who can act coquettishly have the best luck.
Although it may cause discomfort to many people, at least in this world, this sentence is applicable.
With the warm fragrance of soft jade in his arms, and the overwhelming tenderness of Wang Yuyan, Murong Fu felt that his heart was about to melt.
Who can resist a pretty, cute little beauty who will throw herself into your arms and act like a spoiled brat?
"I'm sorry Yu Yan, my cousin just... didn't check for a while and fell into someone else's trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain."
Murong Fu looked apologetic, but said silently in his heart: But at present, it seems that it is hard to say who is the tiger.
Of course Murong Fu was not stupid enough to say such disgraceful words at this time.
Everything that happened just now actually happened in just a moment, and Murong Fu saw it all.
He thought to himself that it would be easy to defeat Duan Yanqing within ten moves, but it would be absolutely impossible to defeat Duan Yanqing with just a burst of zhenqing.
Although Wang Yuyan's arms around her waist are very comfortable, this is not the time for you and me.
"Yu Yan, cousin, go take care of the things here and come back to accompany you later." Murong Fu said softly.
"Okay, cousin." Wang Yuyan nodded gently and reluctantly stood up from Murong Fu's arms.
Murong Fu first came to Duan Zhengchun and bowed: "It was Murong Fu's lack of consideration that frightened His Highness Duan tonight."
Duan Zhengchun smiled bitterly and said, "What does this have to do with Mr. Murong? Duan Zhengchun is not good at academics..." At this point, a trace of shame flashed across Duan Zhengchun's face.
In the final analysis, the fight with Duan Yanqing was an internal fight within the Duan family, but he was actually saved by Murong Fu twice. As a child of a martial arts family and a dignified Dali prince, he couldn't be too proud of himself.
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Murong Fu said seriously: "Your Highness, why should you be discouraged? Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists. Why should we judge gains and losses based on the victory or defeat of a moment?"
Having said that, I couldn't help but silently complain in my heart: Compared with your Feng Yue's ability, your martial arts is too ordinary. So much so that I don't know where to start if I want to comfort you.
Then he walked a few steps between Duan Yanqing and Duan Zhengchun, and was exactly three feet away from both of them.
"Boss Duan, we are destined to meet each other again after being apart for a long time."
Unlike his stern look when facing Duan Zhengchun, Murong Fu seemed much more comfortable and relaxed when facing Duan Yanqing. It's strange to say that although he is nominally the most evil person in the world, Murong Fu treats him
I can't feel any disgust, but I feel a sense of sympathy from the bottom of my heart.
Perhaps the only person in the world who understands Duan Yanqing is Murong Fu.
Duan Yanqing snorted: "Why is it always you, the brat? There are so many people in the world, why are they staring at me?"
Murong Fu smiled awkwardly. It seemed that in a sense, Duan Yanqing was right: he had previously defeated Yun Zhonghe, destroyed a temple and rescued a disciple of the Beggar Clan once, Zhongyuan faced the Xingxiu Sect once, and he was deaf and mute last time.
Gu himself persuaded Ye Erniang and Xiaojing Hu to take away Ye Erniang and Xiaojing Hu with a murderous plan. Counting this time, he had really harmed Boss Duan more than once.
Nowadays, the combination of the four villains has almost been reduced to Duan Yanqing, a polished commander who always catches one person to cause trouble. Murong Fu also feels a little embarrassed to say this.
Originally, Duan Yanqing's life was already miserable enough, but it was even more miserable due to his own misfortune.
This embarrassment made Murong Fu even embarrassed to say his next words.
Yes, in essence, the fight between Duan Yanqing and Duan Zhengchun was an internal fight within the Duan family and had nothing to do with right or wrong. Even Duan Zhengchun himself admitted this. How could he have the nerve to lick his face and make it so obvious?
Duan Zhengchun was also worried about losing face, so he stepped forward and said: "Thank you Mr. Murong for the two rescues, but the fight between Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yanqing is still the internal struggle between the Duan family. Please don't hurt Mr. Murong and let him go."
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In fact, if Duan Zhengchun was thicker-skinned, Murong Fu wouldn't mind leaving Duan Yanqing behind so that he wouldn't be able to cause trouble for his cheap father-in-law in the future. But since the person involved has spoken out, he has no reason to take action. This is the so-called aristocracy.
, for them, face is more important than life.
But now, how could Duan Yanqing be allowed to leave like this? Wouldn't that mean there would be constant trouble in the future?
Duan Yanqing didn't say a word during the whole process, just waiting quietly for Murong Fu's treatment. He knew very well that given the opponent's skill, he didn't want to let him go. No matter what he did, it would be in vain, and there was no need to humiliate himself.
Hearing Duan Zhengchun plead for him, a complicated look flashed in Duan Yanqing's eyes. Speaking of which, including this time, he had already failed twice, once in Xiaojinghu, and this time he even risked his life.
In the hands of the enemy.
Is it true that God is not on Duan Yanqing’s side?
Duan Yanqing couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in his heart.
Looking back on my life, it can be said that I have achieved nothing and done all my efforts in vain. From the crown prince admired by all people to the villain that everyone shuns, the throne that I have been pursuing throughout my life is also out of reach, getting further and further away from me.
That's all, if God's will is so, it would be a good idea to be buried here today.
Murong Fu sighed: "Both of you are my friends, Murong Fu. I don't like to take sides. But I knew that Prince Yanqing had murderous intentions towards His Highness Duan, but Murong Fu turned a blind eye. His Highness Duan left Gusu in the future.
If he was killed or injured in the hands of Prince Yanqing, wouldn't that make Murong Fu fall into a place of injustice? Well, in that case, let God decide the grudge between the two."
After saying that, Murong Fu called the wife in charge: "Go and prepare a table of good food and wine to help the two Mr. Duans."
Although Mrs. Wang didn't know what Murong Fu meant by this move, she expected that the other party had his own concerns. Seeing the mother-in-law's hesitation, she raised her eyebrows and said, "What are you still lingering on? Get off quickly!"
Although it was already late at night, with the rich collection of the palace, it was not difficult to prepare a banquet.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Not long after, a nice banquet was served on the table.
Murong Fu poured a glass of wine, stood up and said: "I know that this matter is an internal matter of the Duan family, and Murong Fu should not interfere. But Murong Fu has a hobby in his life, that is, he is not good at fighting with others, so he has to resolve fights with others. The two of them
For my sake, how about you stop now and consider peace as the most important thing?"
Duan Zhengchun thought to himself: Why do I want to offend this powerful opponent in martial arts, but he keeps pestering me so much that even the emperor brother can't fight him personally, so what can I do?
Duan Yanqing said: "Murong Fu, I know that your martial arts are better than mine, so it is not difficult to take half of my Duan Yanqing's life. But the throne of Dali was originally the property of my father, the Shangde Emperor. It is only natural that I, Duan Yanqing, succeed to the throne.
.If you want me to stop now, please forgive me Duan Yanqing for not being able to obey!"
Murong Fu secretly sighed: It is indeed so.
Obsession in people's hearts is really a terrible thing. It was clear that Duan Yanqing's life was in Murong Fu's hands, but he was still unwilling to say a soft word.
Murong Fu said: "Since both sides are like this, let God decide. If God's will is like this, in the next ten years, the Prince of Yanqing will no longer be disadvantageous to His Excellency the King of Zhennan, how about that?"
Hearing the word "God's will", both Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yanqing couldn't help but become curious.
Duan Zhengchun said: "I wonder what God's will is that Young Master said?"
Murong Fu drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, stood up and clapped his hands, and several healthy servants came in carrying a huge bluestone slab.
"Plop", even though several people tried their best to be careful, the piece of bluestone still made a muffled sound when it fell to the ground, and thin cracks appeared on the ground. It can be imagined that this stone slab must be quite hard.
"Both of you are from the Duan family in Dali. You must have mastered the Duan family's one-yang finger skill to a high level. I heard that the Duan family's one-yang finger technique is divided into grades nine to one. I wonder how many grades have you mastered now?"
Murong Fu smiled.
Although Duan Zhengchun didn't know what the other party meant, he still replied sincerely: "Duan Zhengchun has a dull qualification and has practiced hard for many years. This family's Yiyang Finger Kung Fu has only been cultivated to the fifth level. I am really ashamed."
A hint of pride flashed in Duan Yanqing's eyes: "Although I am not talented, Yiyangzhi has been in the fourth rank many years ago."
Murong Fu smiled and said: "So, your finger strength should be quite good. But I wonder if you can use your finger strength to write on this bluestone without breaking the stone slab?"
As soon as these words came out, Duan Zhengchun was stunned, and Duan Yanqing said angrily: "Murong boy, are you deliberately playing tricks on me? How can this man's finger strength be enough to write on this extremely hard bluestone!"
No wonder Duan Yanqing was so angry. In fact, there are many famous masters in the world who are good at finger strength, and they can also use their finger strength to pierce armor. But the skill required to write on a stone slab is more than ten times higher than that of armor piercing. Even if
If you are lucky enough to draw one or two strokes on the slate with your finger strength, if you want to prevent the slate from cracking, the level of precision must be ten times higher. It's like a person's fingers can break a piece of tofu, but the tofu will inevitably break.
.If you want to cut it completely, you have to use a knife blade. It is the same as writing on a stone tablet.
Basically it's something you can't do.
Murong said: "So, both of you think you can't do it anymore?"
Duan Zhengchun felt ashamed and said: "In my opinion, unless Bodhidharma is resurrected, I can try this miraculous technique. I'm afraid..."
Duan Yanqing didn't answer and just sneered.
A smile of success flashed across the corner of Murong Fu's mouth: "Then if Murong Fu did it in front of you two today, what should be said?"
Duan Yanqing said: "If you do it, Mr. Duan will swear not to lay a finger on Duan Zhengchun's body for the next ten years. If you break this promise, God will hate you!"
"Okay, a gentleman's words can't be followed by a horse!"
Murong Fu smiled.
"But what if you can't do it?"
Duan Yanqing said.
"If Murong Fu can't do it, how about Murong Fu not interfering in the future fight between the two masters and not allowing his subordinates to interfere?"
Murong Fu said.
Duan Yanqing secretly rejoiced: "Is this true?"
"No joke!" Murong Fu said with a smile.
Duan Zhengchun was worried, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only watch what Murong Fu would do.
Duan Yanqing sneered in his heart: No matter how good you are, you can't use your fingers to write on the stone tablet without cracking it. You set limits for yourself, and you will have no reason to deal with Brother Duan Zhengchun in the future.
Got involved.
Murong Fu calmly came to the stone tablet, leaned down, and tapped it twice, as if he was feeling where the stone tablet would be better to start.
After a while, Murong Fu shook his head: "This matter of carving words on the stone with the force of your fingers is not something that can be done by human power. I am being careless."
Duan Yanqing's eyes flashed with a hint of pride, while Duan Zhengchun's eyes were filled with frustration.
"Haha, some people lied and told me that I couldn't get off the stage, but who is to blame now? Mr. Murong, today's matter has been revealed. I forgive me for being with you!"
Duan Yanqing sneered, stood up and walked out the door.
"Wait a minute!"
Murong Fu waved his sleeves and stopped Duan Yanqing.
"Why, Master Murong, do you want to regret it?"
Duan Yanqing sneered.
Anyway, he had put life and death aside, so it was a pleasure to see Murong Fu make a fool of himself before he died.
"Of course not, I just want to ask Prince Yanqing. What is the name of the Duan family's first sword technique?"
Murong Fu smiled.
Duan Yanqing didn't know what the other party meant by asking this question. When he was hesitating whether to answer, Duan Zhengchun said loudly: "My Duan family's first sword technique is called Qili Duanjin. Our ancestors created this sword technique."
The original intention is that we, the brothers and descendants of the Duan family, should work together as one, not to have mutual dissatisfaction and let others take advantage of us."
"That's it. Thank you, His Highness Duan, for clarifying my doubts!"
Murong Fu cupped his hands and walked to the stone slab. As he went along, the stone slab stood up. Then Murong Fu stretched out his right index finger and wrote on the hard bluestone: Brothers working together, their sharpness can cut through gold, in eight big characters.
The whole process was done smoothly and smoothly, just like a literati writing on rice paper. The difference is that the brushstrokes are fingers and the rice paper is a hard stone slab. Although the whole process lasted only a moment, it lasted as long as a century. The whole room was silent, and the two of them were silent.
The disciples of the famous Duan family even slowed their heartbeats by a few beats as they watched with rapt attention this shocking miracle performed in front of the two of them. Only the sound of gravel falling to the ground indicated that there were still people moving around here.
In a short time, the eight-character Chinese script was completed, and each character was deeply embedded into three sections of the stone slab, explaining what it means to be strong and powerful.
Murong Fu clapped the stone chips in his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, brothers work together, they can cut through gold. The two masters have always said the same, remember not to fight again, come, come, come, tonight is a good night, let's have a drink together."
cup!"
Duan Yanqing and Duan Zhengchun did not speak, staring at the big words in front of them with wide eyes.
After a long time, Duan Zhengchun came back to his senses from the shock and sighed: "Master Murong, you are truly a god!"
Duan Yanqing said nothing, walked back to the wine table, picked up a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
"Hahaha, okay, okay. It's God's will that you two can turn their hostility into friendship. It's not my fault, Murong Fu! I hope the two Mr. Duans will not violate the oaths they made today, otherwise, God will not agree to it!" A fight!
Duan Zhengchun was relieved by Murong Fu in the blink of an eye. Although Duan Yanqing knew that Murong Fu was partial, there was nothing he could do. Of course, he was even more shocked by the strength and miraculous skills of the opponent's fingers.