Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment and immediately jumped over the crowd to help him up.

"This clan uncle, Murong Fu is so virtuous and capable that you should kneel down to me at such a young age!"

"Please have mercy on me, sir, and let our branch family come back." The white-haired old man still refused to get up and begged stubbornly.

Murong Fu was in a bit of a dilemma. The clan members split up, which was approved by the clan elders.

Returning also requires the approval of the clan elders.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a mess for a huge aristocratic family to come and go?

However, the reason why Murong Fu became a powerful figure was because his father, Murong Bo, concentrated his power in his hands.

The clan elders who could influence him were either forced away or died inexplicably.

Murong Fu pondered for a moment: "Uncle Clan should know that if you want to lead a wise family, you need to make great contributions."

"I know, I know, the old man is planning to commit all three of his grandsons to Murong's family army, please agree with me." Before the white-haired old man could finish his words, the three young men immediately knelt down in front of Murong Fu.

"Murong Quan/Murong Hao/Murong Jin, I have met the young master!"

Murong Fu looked at the talents of the three people, nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

"I didn't expect that our branch of the Murong clan would have so many talented people. They are very good! From now on, the three of you will serve in my Murong clan's army."

"As long as you have enough merit, I will allow you to return to the master's house!"

The white-haired old man was overjoyed and kowtowed with his three grandchildren.

The other people in the separated families looked yearning on their faces and murmured a few words each.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

They all knelt down and shouted: "Young Master is merciful. We are also willing to join the army. Please give us a chance to return to the master's family."

Murong Fu looked at the heads kneeling on the ground.

And the sounds of worship.

My heart couldn't help but feel so heroic.

I finally understood why the Murong family wanted to restore the country and become emperor from generation to generation.

This effect!

Too much!

If you shout a slogan, the taste will be even more correct.

"Everyone, get up!"

"I, Murong Fu, still say the same thing. As long as you perform a good job in my Murong clan's army and have merits and contributions, I will make the decision and let you return to the master's house!"

Upon hearing this, all the disciples kowtowed a few more times before standing up and sitting down again.

Murong Fu patted Murong Quan and the others and said, "Let your grandpa sit with me."

"Um, thank you so much, Mr. Murong Quan!" Murong Quan and the others felt flattered.

The white-haired old man was also very happy.

Later Murong Fu learned that this old man was from his grandfather's generation.

Because of his stubborn personality, he didn't like the environment of the Murong family at that time, so he left with his family.

Today, when I saw Murong Fu acting extraordinary, a hundred times stronger than his father, I finally spoke out what was in my heart.

"I didn't expect that I, Murong An, would have the opportunity to return to my master's family in my lifetime. What a blessing!" Murong An said with a smile.

Murong Fu nodded: "If Grandpa An likes it, he can live in the old house from today on."

"Okay, okay, old man, thank you very much, Mr. Master."

Murong An was in tears and offered Murong Fu a gift.

Fortunately, he was stopped by Bao BuTong and others.

A family banquet can be said to be a time of great joy for both the guests and the host.

Only Murong Wudi's girls were the most embarrassing ones.

As soon as the banquet was over, they immediately asked Murong Jiu to go to Murong Fu to plead for mercy.

Murong Fu was in a good mood, so naturally he would not let A'Zhu stop him because of such a trivial matter.

Murong Jiu had no choice but to go back to pay the responsibilities in despair.

"Cousin, how are you going to punish Murong Wudi?" Wang Yuyan asked curiously.

Murong Fu didn't take him to heart at all: "Old guy, he's not very strong but he's very ambitious, but he can still make a living!"

"Nine beauties in the world?"

Wang Yuyan seemed to think of something and said subconsciously.

"That's right, except for Xiao Jiu, the others all married well, which immediately improved his status a lot." Murong Fu said disdainfully.

"Today, I'm afraid my cousin has a lot of things to do. A'Zhu, A Bi and I will go back to Yanziwu first." Wang Yuyan said sensibly.

Murong Fu nodded. Tianfeng Shiro was not dead yet, so he could use him to practice his soul-searching skills.

Nowadays, the Tianji Rod can be reduced to the size of a flute, all thanks to the function of mental power. He can't waste this thing. He touched Wang Yuyan's forehead and said:

"Well, you don't like the excitement, so go back first."

After Wang Yuyan left, Murong Fu immediately summoned Bao BuTong and three other people to inquire about today's battle losses.

"Master, in today's battle with Tianzun, our brothers probably lost less than a thousand people, seven hundred were slightly injured, three hundred were seriously injured, and one hundred were killed." Bao BuTong said embarrassedly.

Murong Fu was stunned: "Three thousand against one thousand, the loss is so heavy?"

"The main reason is that our soldiers were the first to join the battle and were very scared." Bao BuTong explained.

Murong Fu also quickly felt relieved. There were many Tianzun disciples who were ruffians who killed without blinking an eye. It was good that his army could fight like this.

"Remember to give more compensation to those who died in the battle. We must not chill the hearts of our brothers."

"If you are seriously injured, let Hu Yaoshi treat it. If it doesn't work, I'll ask Su Ying for help."

"Young Master is wise, I would like to thank you on behalf of the brothers!" Bao BuTong and the other three saluted.

Murong Fu said calmly: "Brothers, please go rest if you are tired."

Bao BuTong and the other three nodded and left.

Murong Fu looked up and saw that the moonlight was already dim before he knew it.

He knocked on the wooden table in front of him, thinking for a long time, and suddenly said: "What do you think of the Murong family's army fighting today?"

"Master, I have more discipline but less ability." Ruan Yi slowly walked out of the shadow in the room and knelt behind Murong Fu.

"Well, Third Brother and the others are just warriors after all. They only know the training, but not the reason."

"I have decided that you will be responsible for the training." Murong Fu said bluntly.

"I obey," Ruan Yishi said politely.

Murong Fu slowly stood up and walked with his hands behind his back, saying: "Follow me to the dungeon in the back mountain and see how many prisoners there are."

"As you command!"

The dungeon in the back mountain is where the bronze corpse is.

Murong Fu was not in a hurry and admired the moonlight as he walked.

There were already guards from the Murong family on both sides of the cave entrance.

Seeing Murong Fu coming here, everyone hurriedly saluted.

"I've met the young master!"

Murong Fu waved his hands with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, brothers."

"It's not hard work! It's an honor for us Gusu people to serve as soldiers under the Young Master." The soldiers on both sides said with a shy smile.

Murong Fu patted their shoulders and walked in. He looked around and found that the cave was too big.

Even though he had been here once, he had not explored the whole place. He smiled bitterly and said, "Ask Jiang Zian to send someone to compile a map of the terrain here. Otherwise, I will still be confused next time."

"I know, sir, don't worry, the painting will be completed within three days." Ruan Yi had just finished replying when a chill suddenly came from the back of his neck.