Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Master, have you really decided to do this? The Dugu family is the lord of Wushuang City."

Mingyue looked at Murong Fu anxiously. Although she supported him wholeheartedly, she was still worried that this move would bring trouble to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu smiled faintly, his eyes looking at Mingyue full of trust, "Mingyue, the Dugu family is a dog under Xiong Ba, why should I worry about the feelings of a dog?"

Mingyue bit her lower lip, knowing that once Murong Fu made a decision, he would not change it easily, so she nodded slightly, "So, how should we act now?"

"First, we have to solve the problems on site and then leave as quickly as possible."

As Murong Fu spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Dugu Fang who was lying on the ground and the servants and guards who were still helpless.

He reached out and touched the jade bottle at his waist. The jade bottle contained the remainder of the bone-removing ointment, but he had not used all of it. ..

There was a sudden movement in his heart and he said to Mingyue: "Take care of this place. I have some ideas that need to be implemented immediately."

Murong Fu restored the scabbard of his sword, his eyes calm as if killing Dugu Fang just now was a trivial matter.

He turned to look at Mingyue and whispered, "Are you ready?"

Mingyue nodded, stood up and stood beside Murong Fu, her heart full of respect and trust for this man.

But she also knew that every move of Murong Fu affected a larger plot.

Murong Fu slowly walked out of the tomb passage, followed closely by Mingyue.

Suddenly, Murong Fu's god-level selection system prompted: "The selection is coming, please be prepared."

Murong Fu's heart moved slightly, but his expression did not change at all. Even Mingyue did not notice this.

They arrived at the entrance to the tomb. There were light white clouds floating in the sky, and a breeze blew by, taking away the heavy smell of blood.

Murong Fu looked around and secretly thought about his next plan to contact Bu Jingyun.

Just as he was deep in thought, a figure quickly approached, it was Bu Jingyun.

"Brother Murong, is everything going well?" Bu Jingyun asked, his face solemn.

Murong Fu smiled slightly: "You seem worried."

Bu Jingyun shook his head: "It's not worry, it's vigilance. Dugu's power is widespread, so we have to be careful."

"I know." Murong Fu's tone was calm, but Bu Jingyun felt the confidence contained in it.

"Brother Bu, why don't we go to Rong Fu Pharmacy first? There are some important things that need to be dealt with there."

Bu Jingyun nodded: "Okay, let's go there first."

The three of them took action, and there was a tacit understanding between their movements. Soon, they arrived at Rong Fu Pharmacy. As soon as he entered the store, a middle-aged man wearing a servant's uniform greeted him.

"Master, you are back." Qian Tong bowed and saluted.

"Well, what's the matter?" Murong Fu asked.

"Sir, business in the drug store is extremely booming today, and many nobles and officials have sent people to buy the magic medicine."

Murong Fu nodded, his expression unchanged, but he knew that there must be the influence of Bu Jingyun and himself behind this.

"Okay, continue according to the established plan." Murong Fu said succinctly.

"Yes, sir."

Qian Tong accepted the order and stepped back. Bu Jingyun couldn't help but asked curiously: "Brother Murong, how do you run this Rongfu medicine shop? Why do you have such a magical medicine?"

Murong Fu smiled slightly and replied calmly: "There are some things that it's not the time to talk about."

Bu Jingyun listened and did not continue to ask. He knew that every move of Murong Fu had its own meaning, and he was willing to wait for that moment to come.

At the same time, in another luxurious hall, exquisite porcelain and various delicacies were placed on the long mahogany table. Xiongba sat on the main seat, his face ashen.

"Qin Shuang, have you found the Clay Bodhisattva?" Xiongba frowned, with a trace of impatience in his tone.

Qin Shuang stood in front of Xiongba and replied respectfully: "Sir, we have found the Clay Bodhisattva. He is waiting in the outer hall now."

"Okay, bring us in."

Qin Shuang obeyed the order and went out. After a while, an old monk wearing gray cloth monk robes and a kind face slowly walked into the hall. His gait is light, as if he is indifferent to the world, but every step reveals an unfathomable aura.

"Amitabha, the mighty benefactor, long time no see." Clay Bodhisattva clasped his hands together, with an expression as peaceful as water on his face.

"Don't do this, I called you here because I want you to give me instructions again." Xiong Ba said bluntly.

The Clay Bodhisattva shook his head slightly, "Donor, destiny is not as reliable as you think. Everything depends on man-made things, and relying too much on it will only lead to self-destruction."

Hearing this, Xiongba's face became even more ugly. He stood up and slammed the table, "Give me orders!"

Ni Bodhisattva sighed, and finally picked up the brush and rice paper on the table. The pen moved swiftly, and he wrote eight words vigorously - "Success is a matter of wind and cloud, and failure is a matter of wind and cloud."

After finishing, he handed it to Xiong Ba.

Xiongba took the note and looked at it, trembling with anger: "What do you mean?!"

The Clay Bodhisattva put away his brush and said slowly: "Donor, your destiny is not between a piece of paper or a sentence. 'Success is a matter of wind and cloud, failure is also a matter of wind and cloud', is intended to warn you that no matter success or failure, It’s all because of your own choices.”

Xiong Ba angrily tore up the note and glared at Ni Bodhisattva, "Do you think I will change my mind if you say this?"

The Clay Bodhisattva smiled slightly, but there was deep melancholy in the smile: "Donor, what I have done is to point out a possible path for you. Whether you can take it or not is entirely up to you."

After saying that, the Clay Bodhisattva left leisurely, leaving Xiongba standing alone in the hall, with various emotions such as anger, loss, and doubt intertwined together.

Qin Shuang walked in slowly, "Sir, the Clay Bodhisattva has left, what should we do next?"

Xiongba took a deep breath and finally calmed down. He sat back in his main position and his eyes became as sharp as an eagle again.

"Act according to the original plan, remember, the situation is changing, success or failure is all in my mind."

After hearing this, Qin Shuang admired Xiongba's decision and said respectfully: "I obey, my lord."

And a few days later.

In the small house in the middle of the lake in the forbidden area of ​​Tianxiahui, there are blooming flowers and a cool breeze. The person living here is none other than You Ruo, Xiong Ba's only daughter.

At this moment, Youruo was standing in front of the window, staring at the reflection in the lake, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Xiongba walked slowly into the small building, noticed You Ruo's expression, and frowned slightly. "You Ruo, what's on your mind?" He tried to break the silence.

Youruo turned around, took a deep breath, and said truthfully: "Father, I want to fight for my freedom."

"Freedom?" Xiongba chuckled, "Do you think there is real freedom in a world with such fierce power struggles?"