Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Nie Feng stroked his well-healed arm, his heart filled with excitement. .

He personally experienced Murong Fu's power and methods, and his trust in Murong Fu was strengthened in his heart.

"I will definitely spread the effect of Intermittent Bone Balm."

"A miracle drug like this will definitely help us build a strong network of relationships."

Nie Feng whispered.

Murong Fu nodded with a very satisfied expression. He knew in his heart that he was making plans quietly and everything needed to be arranged carefully.

Murong Fu was very satisfied with Nie Feng's performance.

Although this young man is ambitious at heart, he also possesses tenacity and determination, making him a partner he can rely on.

at the same time.

On the other side, in Ming's house, Ming Yue sat on a soft couch with bright red embroidery, holding a piece of silver calligraphy in her hand and writing carefully on a silk scroll.

Her eyes were focused, as if she was weighing every word.

When she was finished, she picked up a cinnabar bottle and carefully stamped the family's seal on the end of the scroll.

"Invite the dead soldiers to come in."

Mingyue ordered the maid beside her.

The door was gently pushed open, and a heavily armed Ming family soldier with a mask on his face walked in. Holding a dagger tightly in both hands, he stood in front of Mingyue, his body as stiff as a rod.

"You must deliver this letter to Murong Fu personally."

"It's all in the letter, he'll understand."

Mingyue spoke word by word and handed the scroll to the dead man.

The dead man took the scroll, paused briefly, and then bowed deeply, "I obey, Miss Mingyue."

He turned and left, his steps brisk yet heavy, as if he felt the seriousness and urgency contained in the letter.

Mingyue watched his back disappear behind the door, and tightly held the fan in her hand.

She knew that this action was not only related to her and Murong Fu, but also the future of the entire Wushuang City and the Ming family.

She shook her head, gently closed the fan, placed it on the table next to the couch, and picked up the teacup in her hand again.

She blew in carefully, tasted a small sip of tea, and then closed her eyes, as if she was using the tranquility of this moment to prepare for the coming storm.

She knew in her heart that no matter what happened, she had to go on strong.

And soon.

The dead men of the Ming family sent by Mingyue quietly came to the inn where Murong Fu lived.

This dead soldier has a strong body and brisk steps. Every step is as smooth as clouds and flowing water, making no sound.

He came to the inn door, stopped, and knocked gently on the door.

With a crisp knock, the door was slowly opened, and what came into view was Murong Fu's eyes as calm as a deep pool.

"What's the matter?" Murong Fu asked calmly, his voice was like the breeze blowing without any fluctuation.

The dead man of the Ming family said nothing. He handed over a secret letter, with a hint of complicated emotions flashing in his cold eyes.

"Master Murong, the Mingyue Sect has a letter."

The dead man whispered.

Murong Fu took the scroll, gently opened the seal with his jade fingers, and unfolded the paper.

His face didn't change much, but the light in his eyes became sharper.

This letter contained Mingyue's instructions, and the content was clear: she must cooperate with the lord of Wushuang City to assassinate Murong Fu again, but she hoped that Murong Fu would know in advance and be prepared.

Murong Fu took the letter and his heart moved slightly.

His eyes were locked deeply into the dead man's eyes, as if he wanted to read more information from them.

But the dead man's expression was serious and silent, showing no sign of weakness.

Murong Fu unfolded the letter and looked at every word.

He knew full well that Mingyue's situation was not easy, but she still chose to stand on the same front with him. Murong Fu was grateful for this support.

"Ming Yue is indeed a smart person. Since she has expressed her stance, I will naturally not disappoint her expectations."

Murong Fu secretly made up his mind.

When the dead man saw that Murong Fu had accepted the letter, he nodded slightly, then turned and left. His figure drifted away in the night and disappeared into the darkness.

However, the atmosphere in the room seemed to become a bit dull and solidified.

Duan Lang frowned slightly. He looked at the letter in Murong Fu's hand and felt confused.

He didn't understand why Mingyue, a person he had just met not long ago, would become a member of Wushuang City, and he didn't understand why she wanted to tip off Murong Fu.

It all seemed to confuse and puzzle him.

"Is there a problem, Duan Lang?" Murong Fu finally broke the solemn atmosphere, his voice carrying a trace of imperceptible teasing.

Duan Lang turned around and looked directly into Murong Fu's eyes, "I'm just curious, why did Mingyue become a person from Wushuang City?"

"I'll give you a tip."

"It's all so baffling."

"Brother Murong, Mingyue..." Duan Lang said tentatively, hoping to get some explanation from Murong Fu.

However, Murong Fu just smiled faintly. He shook his head and said softly: "Duanlang, some things don't need explanation. You just need to know that in this world, everyone has their own choices and positions."

Duanlang was speechless for a moment. He felt the indifference in Murong Fu's words, as if he didn't want to explain more to his question.

An inexplicable sense of loss arose in his heart, as if he was standing on the edge of an abyss and couldn't see the road ahead clearly.

Murong Fu put down the letter, turned around, and stared at the night outside the window.

His voice was low and firm: "Duanlang, everyone has their own past and experiences, and some things don't need to be easily understood by outsiders.

Rather than focusing too much on others, we should focus on our own mission. "

Murong Fu smiled faintly, put down the tea cup in his hand, and closed the book gently. "

Life is a big drama, and some things lose their original flavor when explained. "

Duan Lang frowned, feeling even more confused, but seeing that Murong Fu didn't want to say more, he didn't ask any more questions.

Early the next morning, the first rays of the morning sun shone on the streets of Fengyun City.

Nie Feng got up early and put on simple casual clothes.

He stepped onto the stone-paved street, his steps firm and his gaze blazing.

Murong Fu's plan came to his mind to open a drug store and sell magic medicine to establish his influence.

He believes that this will be an extraordinary journey, full of opportunities and tests.

The noise of the commercial district gradually reached my ears. The streets were lined with stalls of all kinds, and there was an endless stream of people.

Nie Feng blended in and started looking for a suitable location.

He carefully observed each store, taking into account factors such as location, foot traffic, and surrounding environment.

After some investigation and comparison, he finally set his sights on a store located on a busy street.

Although the store is not spacious, it is in an excellent location, right in the heart of the flow of people, and the nearby businesses are also doing quite well.