Duan Yu stared at the steaming, fragrant meal and said in disbelief: "Brother Murong, where did this food come from?"

"Of course I went out to buy it!" Murong Fu said without looking back while still picking up rice.

"But they are still hot?" Duan Yu asked.

Murong Fu patted the wooden box and said proudly: "Do you know what this box is made of? Golden nanmu has the best thermal insulation effect."

Duan Yu was startled, and thought to himself that my house is not without golden nan, but I have only heard that it can prevent insects and rot. When will it be able to keep heat? So he stepped forward and observed carefully.

Well, the golden satin-like pattern and the faint aromatic smell are indeed golden nanmu.

Just when he was puzzled, Li Jiang took out two pairs of chopsticks from the bottom of the box, pushed one pair to him, and said, "Brother Duan, do you still want to eat?"

Duan Yu accepted it in a daze, and when he heard the word "eat", he suddenly became excited. He seemed to feel that his whole stomach was jumping for joy, so he nodded hurriedly: "Eat, eat..."

Murong Fu smiled, closed the lid of the box and used it as a dining table, and put the food on it. After everything was done, he looked at Duan Yu, still standing there staring at the food and wine and swallowing his saliva.

Murong Fu couldn't help but shook his head, then went to the east wall and brought up two benches.

After placing one next to the box, he asked Duan Yu to sit down.

Duan Yu still maintained the demeanor of a prince, and Murong Fu did not say a word. Even if he was hungry, he would not move his chopsticks.

While he was waiting anxiously, Murong Fu slowly picked up the jug and poured two glasses of wine. Then he picked up the wine and said, "Come on, brother Duan, drink this glass because we are destined to meet each other!"

Duan Yu smiled and raised his glass, saying enthusiastically: "How lucky I am to meet Brother Murong!"

"" The two glasses collided. Duan Yu quickly took back the glass and poured it into his mouth. He swallowed it in one gulp without distinguishing the taste. Then he stopped talking and danced like an afterimage while holding the chopsticks.

"Crack, cluck, clack..." There was a loud sound of chewing and swallowing.

Murong Fu looked at Duan Yu who was devouring his food, smiled slightly, filled up the two wine glasses respectively, then picked up the wine glasses and sipped them carefully.

He was really not hungry and had just eaten before Duan Yu came.

Half an hour later, Duan Yu finally had enough food and drink. Maybe it was because he ran away, fell off cliffs and climbed mountains all the way, which exerted too much physical energy, and most of the table full of food went into his stomach.

Duan Yu glanced at the mess of cups and plates on the table, held his stomach and said sheepishly: "Brother Murong, I made you laugh. I ate too much. However, this is the most delicious thing I have eaten in so many years.

A meal! When we go out, I will definitely invite you back."

Murong Fu smiled, nodded and said, "Okay, I hope you still have a chance to treat me after this meal!"

Duan Yu was rubbing his swollen belly with his hands and said comfortably: "Yes, there must be some... hmm? What does Brother Murong mean by this?"

He stopped rubbing his stomach and looked at Murong Fu with doubt.

Murong Fu licked his lips at the leftovers on the lid of the box and said teasingly: "It's not interesting at all. Brother Duan should have seen just now that the box is empty."

"Empty?" Duan Yu was a little confused.

Murong Fu nodded and said: "Yes, it's empty. This is my food for a month, but seeing that Brother Duan is hungry and we are friends, we treat him with all his heart."

Duan Yu was immediately dumbfounded and murmured: "Are we going to have nothing to eat in the future?"

"No!" Murong Fu sighed.

"Brother Murong, can you go out and buy some?" Duan Yu looked hopeful.

"Actually, it's okay..." Murong Fu said slowly.

The tone is wrong! Duan Yu yelled in his heart: Never have buts.

Murong Fu couldn't hear Duan Yu's cry in his heart, so he kept talking to himself: "However, going in and out will consume all my energy, and I will have to rest for ten and a half days before I can act again."

"Ah?" Duan Yu almost bit his tongue, thinking that after ten days and a half, I might have turned into a ghost!

After a long while, he smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Murong, is there no other way?"

"Yes, hurry up and practice the "Beiming Divine Art" and we will go out together." Murong Fu said seriously.

Duan Yu was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt a sense of urgency in his heart. The casual and perfunctory mood before the meal had long been forgotten.

"Brother Murong, then tell me more about the meridians and acupuncture points." He stood up and said hurriedly.

"Okay. But I want to remind Brother Duan not to get impatient. You must know that haste makes waste, and it may even be counterproductive and go too far!" Murong Fu's tone was extremely serious.

Seeing Murong Fu's serious expression, Duan Yu felt warm in his heart, and his mood became calmer. He said with gratitude, "Thank you, Brother Murong, for your advice. I understand."

Murong Fu smiled and showed four big white teeth, and said easily: "I think Brother Duan's qualifications are extraordinary. As long as you keep a normal mind, um...just practice with your usual study mentality, you will definitely gain something."

"Yeah! Brother Murong is really my good teacher and helpful friend." Duan Yu nodded fiercely.

The two began to learn the meridians and acupoints again.

Memorizing acupuncture points and meridians is very boring, but it suits Duan Yu very well. He does not like martial arts by nature and studies Buddhist and Confucian classics all day long. He can even memorize these more boring things, let alone acupoints and meridians, so he only spent

In one afternoon and half a night, you can understand everything.

After writing it down, he wanted to practice on the spot, but his mentor and friend Mr. Murong stopped him, saying that he was too impatient to eat hot tofu, so it was better to rest for a night to recuperate his energy.

Duan Yu happily accepted it and fell asleep. To be honest, he hadn't had a good sleep for two days and two nights. Now that there were senior experts to persuade him, the spirit of striving for survival in his heart immediately dissipated, and he only had one thought.

, no matter what, go to bed first and talk about it later!

In less than a minute, Duan Yu's breathing became even, accompanied by a slight snore.

Murong Fu stood up quietly and extinguished the lights in the room one by one.

In the darkness, Murong Fufu sat in the corner opposite Duan Yu and closed his eyes.

He was not asleep, but was having a headache thinking about the situation he was going to face later.

Why does he have a headache?

Because, he is an impostor!

What about the real Murong Fu?

Sigh... It's really a bitter tear to say it. In a word: it's the right time, but it's a last resort.

Li Jiang came to this world more than half a month ago, and his landing point was in a forest not far from Songshan Mountain in Henan.

He only learned about Songshan after he went out.

At that time, he fell in a panic and was so dizzy that he lay on the ground for more than ten minutes before he recovered.

After he calmed down, he noticed the air he was breathing. After careful analysis, he felt ecstatic in his heart, because the amount of spiritual energy in the air was very abundant, more abundant than all the worlds he had passed before.

In joy, he got up and walked out of the woods to find the truth of this world.

Perhaps because he was too happy, he didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment, and just passively turned on his spiritual thoughts. So inadvertently, he saw a magical scene outside the range of his spiritual thoughts.

A man was supporting his younger brother to release water happily at the edge of the woods.

When he heard footsteps coming, he hurriedly stuffed his things back in shock and shouted: "Who?"

The two of them met, and their eyes met.

At the same time, they were stunned!

It's so similar. The other person looks so much like me, at least 80% similar.

They are all tall, handsome, elegant, noble, and chic.

After a brief moment of surprise, the freeman touched the hilt of the sword beside him.

However, he no longer had the strength to pull out the sword, because a small black sword was already stuck in his throat!
Chapter completed!