Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Qian Tong quickly introduced two envoys wearing black robes and iron masks into Murong Fu's study.

As soon as they entered, a sense of oppression filled the entire room, making Qian Tong slightly uncomfortable.

"Mr. Murong, this is the messenger from Wushen Jue Palace."

After Qian Tong finished the introduction, he retreated outside the door and closed the door gently.

"Murong Fu, I have long admired your great name."

One of them nodded.

"Excuse me, what do you do with your palace?" Murong Fu sat back at the desk and glanced at the two people.

One of them opened the scroll in his hand, "We Wushenjue Palace hope to establish a cooperative relationship with Mr. Murong."

"I heard that the young master has a magical medicine in his hands. We are willing to use the special weapons of Wushen Jue Palace in exchange."

Murong Fu's heart was moved, but his expression remained unchanged, "It sounds good, but why do you, Godless Jue Gong, need to cooperate with me?"

"Because the young master probably possesses more than just this unique magic medicine."

Another messenger said something that made Murong Fu's heart tighten.

The god-level selection system suddenly started:

Option 1: Accept cooperation in exchange for the support of Wushenjuegong, but be careful of the traps that may be hidden behind this.

Option two: Refusing to cooperate will make Wushen Jue Palace hostile to itself in the short term, but it may be safer in the long run.

Murong Fu thought about it for a while and chose the second option.

"Collaboration is great, but I need more time to think about it."

The two envoys exchanged a look, "In this case, we will not force it, but we hope that the young master can give an answer as soon as possible."

After speaking, the two of them bowed and turned to leave.

Qian Tong came in and said, "Sir, these two envoys are..."

"No need to ask more, you can go do other things first."

Murong Fu waved his hand.

Qian Tong responded and backed out.

Murong Fu took out a book and pretended to be calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

The sudden appearance of Wushen Juegong undoubtedly made him feel that things were not simple.

"System, please analyze for me the purpose of Wu Shen Jue Palace's visit this time."

"There is currently insufficient data to provide an accurate analysis.

However, hosts are advised to remain highly vigilant. "

Murong Fu frowned slightly, feeling like he was being sucked into a bigger whirlpool.

At this time, there was another knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Mingyue walked in quickly with a solemn expression, "Mr. Murong, I have just received news that the cause of death of Wushuang City Lord Dugu Yifang has been discovered by his family. They now suspect that it was caused by external forces."

Murong Fu's heart trembled, "Are you reliable?"

"Very reliable, and they've begun a covert investigation."

Murong Fu's eyes flashed, secretly alert.

If his killing of Dugu Yifang is exposed, then there will probably be a turmoil filled with smoke.

"Mingyue, don't reveal any information when you go back, and continue to be my internal agent."

"Yes, sir."

Mingyue retreated.

Murong Fu stood up slowly. The moonlight outside the window shone through the thin window screen, and his face looked a little cold under the moonlight.

"Bu Jingyun, Duan Lang, Wu Shen Jue Palace, and the matter of killing Dugu Fang that is about to be exposed..." He whispered to himself, as if waiting for a storm to come.

Suddenly, the system boots, but this time, it gives no options, just one line:

"Host, be prepared. What you will face next may be your biggest challenge yet."

Murong Fu's eyes flashed with determination, "Then let this storm come more violently."

And at the same time.

the other side.

The interior of the brothel is gorgeously decorated, with red lanterns lit on the high eaves, making the entire place look like a fairyland.

The banquet table was filled with sumptuous delicacies, and fine wine continued to pour from the bottles, filling every wine glass.

Dugu Ming sat on a carved chair in the corner. His figure was tall and straight, exuding a sense of majesty.

The young courtesan sitting next to him was named Lan Meng. Her eyes were as deep as autumn water, her jade lips were slightly parted, and her smile was like a newly blooming flower.

She raised her wine glass, picked it up gently, and drank the wine with Dugu Ming in a low voice.

Dugu Ming's fingers fiddled with the handle of the wine glass, and his eyes were like sharp blades, scanning everything in the brothel.

His voice was low and affectionate, and he said to Lan Meng: "The wine and beauties here are so tempting, but I always feel a little uneasy in my heart."

Lan Meng lowered her eyes, and a strand of hair fell gently, hiding her expression.

She knew Dugu Ming was worried, but in this bustling night, she just wanted to bring him a moment of peace and joy.

Suddenly, a young boy hurriedly walked into the brothel, with a panicked expression on his face, and hurriedly walked towards Dugu Ming.

"City...city lord, city lord..." the boy said breathlessly.

Dugu Ming frowned, motioned for the oiran to step back, and asked sternly: "What's wrong? Tell me!"

The boy swallowed, his voice trembling, "City Lord, City Lord is alone... He, he is dead!"

When Dugu Ming heard this, his expression suddenly changed, as if he heard a bolt from the blue.

He slammed the table hard, and the wine glass fell to the ground with a crisp shattering sound.

The atmosphere in the brothel suddenly became tense. Everyone held their breath and watched Dugu Ming's every move.

"What? The city lord is dead?" Dugu Ming's voice was full of shock and anger. He stood up and stared at the young man with bright eyes.

The boy was too frightened to raise his head and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, the city lord Dugu Fang was just discovered. He, he seems to have been poisoned..."

Dugu Ming gritted his teeth, anger burning in his heart.

Dugu Yifang was his father and the city lord of Wushuang City. His death meant that there was a power vacuum in Wushuang City, which was a huge blow.

"Notify the Ming family immediately and let them investigate the matter thoroughly and find the murderer!" Dugu Ming ordered, his voice cold and determined.

The boy took the order and left, while Dugu Ming sat back in his original position, his face full of gloom.

And at the same time.

the other side.

In the study room of Murong Mansion.

Suddenly, a young man wearing a green shirt broke in. He looked in a hurry, but when he saw Murong Fu, he stopped and said, "Mr. Murong, there is something urgent."

Murong Fu nodded lightly, indicating that the young man could speak.

"The Lord of Dugu Yifang City is dead, and Dugu Ming has already started mobilizing the Ming family to find the murderer."

Murong Fu was shocked when he heard the news.

Although Dugu Yifang's death was part of his plan, the intervention of the Ming family was a variable.

He took a deep breath and thought to himself that the Ming family was quite a pawn.

"Okay, you go make arrangements and everything will go according to plan."

Murong Fu said calmly.

The young man in green shirt retreated, while Murong Fu quietly entered the inner hall.

Bu Jingyun was practicing his sword in a remote valley. His sword energy was like a dragon. When he swung his sword, wind and rain followed.

Suddenly, he stopped and frowned.