Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

You Ruo responded firmly: "At least, I want to try."

Xiong Ba walked to You Ruo and his eyes became deep: "Okay, if you are so persistent, then make a bet with me."

"Unless you can get rid of Murong Fu, you have to stay in this small house in the middle of the lake."

Youruo's eyes sharpened instantly, and this was the answer she had prepared: "Okay."

Xiong Ba stood in his study, looking thoughtfully at the invitation that was about to be sent to Murong Fu. "

Remember, make sure this invitation is delivered safely without any mistakes. "

Qin Shuang respectfully picked up the invitation and said, "Yes, my lord."

Xiong Ba turned around and walked towards the window, looking at the scenery outside the window, thinking to himself, Murong Fu, who are you to be able to cause such a big sensation in such a short period of time.

He held a jade pendant tightly in his hand, which was given to him by You Ruo and was also a concern in his heart.

"Sir, everything is ready. We can start preparations for the banquet at any time."

Qin Shuang walked in, breaking Xiong Ba's meditation.

"Okay, let's get started."

Xiong Ba turned around, his expression becoming decisive.

In Murong Mansion, the fragrant woods are deep and the bells and drums are elegant.

The details of various decorations reveal an indescribable atmosphere of wealth.

However, at this moment, Murong Fu had no intention of appreciating these, his eyes were filled with coldness.

Qian Tong came forward hurriedly: "Young Master, you are finally back.

Miss Mingyue's grandma is at home, and she seems to have something urgent to discuss with you. "

Murong Fu smiled slightly and turned to look at the bright moon beside him.

Her face was solemn, and she looked like she couldn't let go.

Murong Fu's heart moved slightly and he nodded to Qian Tong.

"Lead me to her."

Not long after, Murong Fu came to an elegantly decorated living room.

In front of the mahogany table in the inner room, Mingyue's grandmother Mingjing sat, holding a handkerchief embroidered with chrysanthemum patterns in her hand, with a very complicated expression. .

When Ming Jing saw Murong Fu and Mingyue, a complicated expression appeared on his face, as if he had thousands of words that he wanted to say but couldn't.

Murong Fu bowed politely and said, "Senior, please sit down. Is there anything you need to discuss with me?"

Ming Jing's hand clasping the handkerchief trembled slightly. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly stood up.

She took out the dagger from her waist, stabbed Murong Fu with her eyes like a knife, and said in a low voice: "Maybe I should kill you."

Murong Fu's expression did not change and he still stood where he was, but there was an imperceptible cold light flashing in his eyes.

Mingyue exclaimed and rushed between the two of them, "Grandma, what are you doing?"

Ming Jing's eyes were cold and stern, and if he was not moved by Ming Yue, he would take action.

Several choices instantly appeared in Murong Fu's eyes:

Option one, take action against grandma to solve the problem

Option 2: Use words to explain and try to resolve the conflict

Option three, remain silent and express your position with actions

He chose the third and remained silent.

At this moment, Ming Jing's dagger almost turned into a silver light and shot out.

The first move was "Breaking the Moon and Breaking the Sky", the sword light was as fast as lightning and pointed directly at Murong Fu's heart.

Murong Fu moved slightly to avoid the sword light, but the sword edge only scratched his clothes.

Before he could take a breath, Ming Jing had already launched his second move, "Dancing Sparks". The tip of the sword was splashed with flames, and dense sword energy enveloped Murong Fu.

Murong Fu stepped aside and cleverly avoided this move, but Ming Jing had already used the third move.

In this move, her dagger seemed to be carrying countless fragments of light, heading straight towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu smiled faintly, and a black fan suddenly appeared in his hand. He flipped it and blocked the dagger attack.

Ming Jing's heart trembled, but he did not stop, but became more fierce.

At this moment, Mingyue suddenly knelt down and looked at Murong Fu affectionately.

She turned to the mirror and said in an almost pleading tone: "Grandma, Murong Fu and I have activated the Alluring Love move. I am willing to spend our lives with him."

The mirror dagger stopped in mid-air, and the power in his hand seemed to have been drained away.

The resentment and determination in her eyes were instantly replaced by shock and confusion.

Ming Jing sat on the exquisite carved wooden chair, her fingers gently clasping the armrests, and her eyes stared at the bright moon. "

Really, Mingyue? Did you really fall in love with Murong Fu? "

Mingyue nodded slightly, but her shoulders seemed a little heavy.

She was wearing a pink silk dress, the hem of which fluttered gently, as if leaving a touch of sadness in the air. "

Yes, grandma, I have a deeper relationship with him. "

Ming Jing suddenly stood up, his face unable to conceal his anger and disappointment for a moment.

Her clenched fists trembled slightly, "How can such a man be worthy of you leaving everything behind?"

Mingyue felt her heart tightening, and a few tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, "Sister, I..."

At this time, Murong Fu looked stern, but there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes. "

Grandma, I will treat Mingyue well. "

Ming Jing glanced at him and said coldly: "Will this reassure me?"

Murong Fu walked to Mingyue and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Then he turned to face Mingjing and said firmly: "I will not only treat Mingyue well, but I will also make Wushuang City and the Ming Family a presence that cannot be ignored in the entire world."

Ming Jing frowned. She looked at Murong Fu, as if looking for a reason in his eyes to convince her.

Finally, she slowly sat back in the chair and said, "Then, I will wait and see what happens.

But remember, Mingyue is my only granddaughter, you'd better not let me down. "

Murong Fu nodded.

Ming Jing stood up slowly and adjusted the delicate hairpin on her head.

She took a deep look at Mingyue and Murong Fu, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, but also a little bitterly.

"Then I'll take my leave."

Ming Jing straightened his back and glanced at every furnishing in the room, as if saying goodbye to everything.

Mingyue stood up, with a bit of reluctance and emotion in her eyes, but she pretended to be calm, "Grandma, have a good trip."

Murong Fu also stood up. He knew the importance of this moment and determined the intertwining of countless fates in the future.

He put his hand on the sheath of the long sword and nodded steadily, "Grandma, farewell."

Ming Jing walked to the door, gently put his hand on the doorknob, and then twisted to open the door.

Outside the door was a row of brightly lit corridors, with soldiers and servants standing upright as if to pay tribute to her.

She walked calmly down the steps and into a carriage waiting at the door.

"Go to the Ming family's mansion."

Ming Jing ordered the coachman.

The carriage started slowly, and the wheels made a "creak" sound on the stone road, gradually moving away.

Ming Jing closed his eyes, unable to hide the fatigue and thoughts on his face.

She took out a small golden lock, looked at it carefully, and then held it tightly in her hand.