Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Zhuge Qingyun rushed forward, his face full of worry: "Brother Murong, what happened to her?"

"Why is she sleeping so deeply? She didn't wake up even if you called her like that."

"Is there something really wrong with her body?"

Murong Fu did not reply, but nodded slightly, looking at Fang Zisheng beside him vaguely.

At this time, Fang Zisheng could not help but feel a little uneasy in his heart. Looking at the unconscious Miaoyi Bodhisattva, he couldn't help but panic.

Could it be because of [Jiulong Soup]?

He was a little confused and couldn't help but say: "Mr. Murong, I know a lot about medical skills. Why don't you let me take a look?"

Zhuge Qingyun looked at him in surprise: "You actually know how to heal?"

Fang Zisheng nodded and said in a calm voice: "A little understanding."

Just as he was about to go to Miao Yi Nu Bodhisattva, Murong Fu refused coldly: "It's better not to trouble Young Master Fang."

"My woman doesn't want to be touched by other men."

As soon as these words came out, Zhuge Qingyun and Fang Zisheng both looked directly at Murong Fu, but their eyes were very different.

Zhuge Qingyun was shocked by Murong Fu's indifference and looked at him with some confusion.

Fang Zisheng on the side was flustered and struggling, a little worried that Murong Fu would see any flaws.

But at this time, he had no choice but to wait and see.

Murong Fu ignored them and continued to look after Miao Yi Nu Bodhisattva.

I fed him a lot of spiritual herbs and elixirs, but he still didn't get better.

So many priceless medicines were given to Bodhisattva Miaoyi by Murong Fu as if they were daily meals.

Seeing Zhuge Qingyun and Fang Zisheng feel a little distressed.

On the other side, the auction was still in full swing, and no one noticed anything unusual.

The scene was still so lively, and everyone's attention was focused on the auction items.

"The next auction item is a Buddhist scripture. Rumor has it..."

He Bing's voice came up bit by bit from below, making Murong Fu feel upset for a while.

Suddenly, he looked at the Bodhisattva Miaoyi for a moment, and then a light seemed to flash in his mind.

The auction items of [Qizhen Pavilion] are all listed on the list in advance and provided to the guests.

The auction items above are all introduced in great detail to make it easier for everyone to take photos of what they like.

But……

Murong Fu's eyes slowly moved around, and finally fell on the string of Buddhist beads in the arms of Miao Yi Nu Bodhisattva, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

If he read it correctly, this string of Buddhist beads is the second lot of the [Qizhen Pavilion].

There is no introduction to this string of Buddhist beads on the auction list, so the only possibility is...

This was added temporarily by someone!

The purpose is to come towards him and Miaoyi Bodhisattva!

He had no idea what exactly this man was thinking?

Murong Fu blocked Fang Zisheng's sight with his body, and pulled the beads out of the arms of Miaoyi Nu Bodhisattva.

Wrap it up in circles, place it in the palm of your hand, and rub it secretly to explore.

Suddenly, just after he touched one of the beads above, his palm felt a slight sting as if it was pricked by a thorn.

Murong Fu suddenly lowered his head to check, and saw that one of the beads was slightly red, and the blood stains on it quickly disappeared.

He frowned slightly and slowly brushed the bead with his fingers.

It was at this time that he suddenly felt the ground shaking.

But in just a moment, this feeling disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.

Then, a slight whistle suddenly came from the [Qizhen Pavilion], which was drowned out by the fierce bidding from the people below.

If Murong Fu's five senses weren't so clear, he probably wouldn't have noticed it at all.

The moment Fang Zisheng heard Xiao's voice, his expression changed slightly, and his eyes glanced at Murong Fu, who had his back turned to him.

Immediately, he said softly: "This private room is a little too stuffy. I'll go out and take a walk."

When Zhuge Qingyun heard this, he became interested instantly and said loudly: "I'll go with you!"

Fang Zisheng looked a little unnatural, and his smile was particularly stiff: "Master Zhuge, you'd better stay here."

"Brother Murong and Miaoyi Nu Bodhisattva need your help now, you can't abandon them at this time!"

"Tell me, is this true?"

Zhuge Qingyun lowered his eyes and pondered for a long time, then nodded righteously: "You are right, Brother Murong and I have a life-long friendship."

"Now that his wife is in trouble, that means my wife is in trouble, and I will never sit idly by."

"You go ahead, I want to stay here!"

Fang Zisheng patted his shoulder and nodded slowly: "I admire Mr. Zhuge's righteousness!"

And the moment he turned around to leave, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, quite a bit of ridicule.

Silly! What a fool!

Murong Fu listened to the conversation between the two, raised his eyes and fell on Fang Zisheng's leaving figure, combined with the sound of Xiao just now.

I see!

After he left, Murong Fu waved to Zhuge Qingyun.

The latter rushed over in a hurry: "Brother Murong, if you need any help, just ask."

"As long as I can do it, I will do it without any hesitation, even if it means going up mountains of swords and seas of fire..."

"Ouch! Why are you hitting me?"

Zhuge Qingyun covered his head, which was hurt by Murong Fu's beating, and looked at him angrily, with doubts in his eyes.

Murong Fu clutched the Buddhist beads in his hand tightly and said with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Have you noticed that since we came to this [Qizhen Pavilion], everything has gone wrong?"

Zhuge Qingyun was still kept in the dark until now: "Ah? What's wrong? How could there be anything wrong?"

Looking at his clear and stupid eyes, Murong Fu sighed heavily and said everything he had just seen.

When Zhuge Qingyun heard this, his temper suddenly rose again: "What! This Fang Zisheng dares to plot against us in Hanzhong, I can't kill him!"

Then, after seeing Murong Fu's cold eyes, he suddenly changed his words: "No, they have a conspiracy. We must not act rashly."

Murong Fu nodded: "Yes, even Miao Yi's coma this time has absolutely something to do with them. This string of beads..."

At this moment, the female Bodhisattva Miaoyi, who had lost her beads, trembled slightly, and then let out a cry from her mouth.

"Forehead……"

The two people in the room hurriedly approached, their eyes full of worry.

Murong Fu's tone was anxious, his brows tightened together: "Miaoyi, how are you?"

Bodhisattva Miaoyi's voice was a little weak, and she spoke slowly: "What happened to me just now?"