When the two of them heard that Duan Yu actually claimed to be Murong Fu's adopted brother, they became even more excited: "Murong Fu, that boy, only associates with these useless white-faced scholars, so he can't be a real hero. Boy, the world is very dangerous, isn't it?
You can come as soon as you say, so you better go back and stay there, hahaha."
Duan Yu blushed. He had a gentle temperament and was always kind to others and reasonable in everything he did. However, Jianghu was never a place where he could be reasonable. In essence, Jianghu was a bad cake wrapped in a layer of sugar-coating of loyalty. It was sour on the inside.
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In fact, with Duan Yu's ability to use Shao Ze and Shao Chong's swordsmanship at this time, it would be just a matter of raising his hand to kill these two people. If it were an ordinary Jianghu guest, he would have already pulled out his sword.
The knife struck the opponent.
When the two people saw that Duan Yu just kept saying something like "It's unreasonable to be polite and polite," they became even more convinced that the other party was a pretty boy who didn't know martial arts, and laughed.
The laughter didn't stop, two darts passed through the scalps of the two people, and the two people's hair buns were scattered. The two people who were so proud just now suddenly had their hair disheveled.
Before the two of them could react, their eyes were blurred, and two fists hit their faces with "thumping". By the time they reacted, their bodies had already hit the counter.
Mu Wanqing snorted "Noisy!" and turned around to return to her seat.
When Duan Yu saw Mu Wanqing take action, he sighed helplessly, stood up, walked to the counter, took out a piece of silver and gave it to the waiter who was hiding behind and was speechless: "Second brother, my sister has caused trouble for you, please be careful."
The waiter in the store took the silver coins cautiously, not daring to say anything, and said repeatedly: "Young master, don't take it to heart."
After saying that, he put away the money and ran to the back with a puff of cigarette.
Finally, these two people had some foresight and knew that they were no match for the pretty woman in front of them. After getting up, they said harsh words and ran outside quickly.
Mu Wan said coldly: "When will you change your nerdy temper? Do you have too much time to reason with such a person?"
Duan Yu smiled: "If everyone relied on strength to win, wouldn't the world be ruined by etiquette and music?"
Mu Wanqing sneered and said: "My good brother, you were born in the Dali Palace and learned poetry, etiquette, and etiquette, so naturally you are reasonable. But you are trying to reason with these ignorant people, and you are not good at playing the piano with the right person.
What's the difference?"
Duan Yu smiled helplessly, and for the rare moment he did not refute: "Maybe Wanmei, what you said is right."
As soon as he finished speaking, a Buddhist chant rang out, and Jiumozhi walked in wearing a bright yellow monk's robe, covered with jewels.
"Prince Duan has a kind heart and is kind to others. That's the best thing to do."
When Duan Yu saw Jiumozhi walking in, he couldn't sit still. The last time he kidnapped Jiumozhi from Dali to Suzhou was an experience he would never forget. He was almost set on fire by the other party.
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"Jiumozhi, you evil monk, what's your plot here? I tell you my uncle and elder brother are nearby, don't mess around!"
Although Duan Yu was pedantic, he was not too stupid after all. The moment he saw Jiumozhi, he immediately carried Duan Zhengming and Murong Fu out, making them fearful.
When Jiumozhi heard that Murong Fu was nearby, he was shocked, and his original little thoughts were restrained unconsciously.
He had originally made an appointment to go to the Shaolin Temple today, but he didn't expect to meet Duan Yu, the living sword manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, right here. It took no effort to find it without any trouble.
Duan Yu was really unlucky, his physique seemed to be naturally attracted to Jiumozhi, and the two of them were like a living room with such a big Song, and they could bump into each other no matter what.
Jiumozhi smiled and said: "Prince Duan, don't be nervous. The poor monk has no ill intentions towards Prince Duan. This time he wants to go to the Shaolin Temple to lecture on Buddhist scriptures and martial arts with the eminent monks of the Shaolin Temple. I wonder if Prince Duan is interested in going together?"
Mu Wanqing clearly recognized the evil monk who had kidnapped Duan Yu and made her chase him all the way. When she saw Jiumozhi appearing, she subconsciously wanted to stand in front of Duan Yu.
Duan Yu gently held Mu Wanqing's wrist, shook his head, and motioned for Mu Wanqing to come behind him.
Mu Wanqing thought to herself: I still love to be strong! When will I change my temper?
However, the feeling of being protected by the person she loved was very useful to her, so she didn't say anything and hid silently behind Duan Yu.
Jiumozhi smiled and said: "Since Mr. Murong is nearby, you might as well invite him out and have a glass of plain wine together. The poor monk admires Mr. Murong's martial arts and character very much, but he has never had the opportunity to have a good conversation."
How did Duan Yu know where Murong Fu was at this moment? Even if he knew, he couldn't call him over, but since he had torn off this tiger skin, he couldn't show his cowardice at this time.
Then he smiled and said: "My eldest brother has an old friend here. He is probably drinking with his old friend at the moment. If you want to see him, you might as well sit down for a while. You need a drinking companion, so I, Duan Yu, can accompany you."
Just drink a few drinks less.”
After saying that, he took the initiative to sit opposite Jiumozhi, looking confident and confident.
Jiumozhi was shocked and confused: Looking at this kid's appearance, could Murong Fu really be nearby?
After thinking about it for a while, Jiumozhi laughed: This guy can't scare me, he's too unscrupulous to talk about tiger skin. Murong Fu may have accompanied him on his travels, as Emperor Baoding is the king of a country.
How could you ignore state affairs and wander around a foreign country with your nephew?
Jiumozhi smiled and said: "That's fine, I'll toast Prince Duan first!"
After saying that, he raised his glass and looked at Duan Yu opposite.
Duan Yu didn't know that Jiumozhi had seen through his little trick, so he raised his glass and said, "It's my turn to toast Master."
Just as he raised the cup, Jiumozhi tilted his hand slightly, and the wine in the cup turned into a water arrow and hit Duan Yu's face.
Duan Yu was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party had been talking nicely just now, so he suddenly got angry.
Although in terms of internal strength and moves, he can barely be considered a top master now, but in terms of actual combat experience, it can only be described as horrific. So far, he has only seriously fought against Jiumozhi under the leadership of Murong Fu and Duan Zhengming.
One game.
He was eager to avoid the water arrow thrown by Jiumozhi, and his chest opened wide. He was directly hit by Jiumozhi's Qihai point, and his whole body went numb.
Seeing that Duan Yu was restrained, Mu Wanqing became anxious and just wanted to step forward to help. Jiumozhi pointed two fingers in the air. Mu Wanqing could not move and could only yell: "Dead monk! Stinky bald donkey! Let us go!"
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Jiumozhi laughed loudly: "The poor monk originally wanted to meet with the eminent monks of Shaolin. If I don't want to gain anything like this today, I'd rather bother you two to come with me!"
Just as he was feeling proud, an old female voice sounded in the inn: "Young monk, you look so young, and you are bullying the juniors here. You are really shameless."