Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Chunyu Modi asked solemnly: "Murong Fu, do you really want to have trouble with our Qinglong Society?"

"Haha, if you think you can't go through with it, then you can't go through with it." Murong Fu said nonchalantly.

He is also very interested in the person behind the Blue Dragon Society. If he can communicate with him, it will be one of the great pleasures of life.

"you…"

Chunyu Modi didn't dare to say more. Because of his martial arts skills, he could clearly feel everyone's murderous intention.

At this time, although Murong Fu looked outward, there was still a hint of murderous intention.

But he knew clearly that if he dared to say nonsense again, he would be beaten to death by Murong Fu.

"You're too cruel, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without a trace.

"Huh? This man is decisive." Murong Fu nodded in praise and looked back at Lai Wenjun, who looked disappointed.

"Hey, Lao Lai, why don't you thank my young master quickly?" Deng Baichuan said loudly.

"Oh, thank you, I'm not dead?" Lai Wenjun shook his head and sat down on the chair. ..

He picked up the medicinal wine on the table and drank a few gulps.

"Haha, it seems you want to die?" Murong Fu asked curiously.

"No, I don't want to die." Lai Wenjun shook his head: "I just don't want to live in disappointment."

"Well, just live as long as you live? There is always hope." Deng Baichuan persuaded.

Lai Wenjun still looked bitter and resentful: "Can you imagine the apocalyptic scene in the future where all life will be in ruins and the people will have no hope of living?"

"How...how do you say this?" Deng Baichuan asked confused.

"Humph, do you know what the virtues of Yuan people are like?" Lai Wenjun asked without answering.

"What virtues have anything to do with us?" Deng Baichuan said indifferently.

Lai Wenjun glanced at Deng Baichuan angrily: "Play the piano to a cow, play the piano to a cow!"

"It's nothing more than killing half of the population and enslaving the rest." Murong Fu replied calmly.

Lai Wenjun was stunned and said in admiration:

"As expected of Mr. Murong, he only knows details. This is what Wuhu did when he was messing with China."

Deng Baichuan said angrily: "What do you mean? My young master just saved your life, and you are here to ridicule him?"

"Huh, I'm telling the truth." Lai Wenjun didn't give in at all.

Murong Fu knew that the other party was alluding to his ancestors, but he was not angry:

"I, Murong Fu, don't want to talk about the past."

"But in the future, you just need to know that I am half-Han."

After speaking, he handed the stone from the shopkeeper to Lai Wenjun.

"It's so hot!" Lai Wenjun subconsciously reached out to take it, but he screamed when he was burned.

Then, after a long reaction, he said incredulously: "I didn't expect you to be the lucky one."

"Haha, I have been lucky since I was born." Murong Fu replied with a smile.

"What about the painting?" Lai Wenjun asked.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Leave it to my wife. They will come down soon."

"Oh, that's okay. If I continue to leave it with the boss, I'm afraid..." Lai Wenjun hasn't finished speaking yet.

There was a sound from upstairs, and then the boss' figure rolled down from upstairs.

He was holding his family's ancestral picture in his arms.

"Not good!" Lai Wenjun looked carefully and shouted.

But before everyone could react, the boss had already fallen down and was lying on the ground twitching.

"What's going on?" Murong Fu asked, looking at A'Zhu and A Bi who were following him.

Abi and Bi also looked panicked and explained:

"This man was walking when he suddenly twisted and fell."

Murong Fu said: "Maybe it's because he hasn't calmed down yet."

The lady boss on the side also hurriedly called to the waiter and helped the boss up.

Who would have thought that as soon as he turned the boss over, a pillar of blood would rise into the sky.

The boss's neck was cut open with a huge gash by the broken bowl.

Blood spurted out on the roof and fell on everyone in "tick" and "tick" sounds.

Everyone was dumbfounded, including Murong Fu, who didn't react for a long time.

It wasn't until a few breaths later that the boss was completely lifeless that he couldn't help but murmured: "Is this...death?"

It's not that he doesn't want to save her, it's that it's impossible to save him at this rate of bleeding.

Unless he can practice Shenzhao Sutra to perfection, everything will be in vain.

"Alas, the magical power is no match for destiny. Their family has enjoyed the prosperity brought by this painting for seven generations."

"I will naturally bear the consequences of this painting."

"This is life!" Lai Wenjun sighed, slightly disappointed.

It seemed that what he saw before him was not the death of his boss, but the demise of the Song Dynasty.

"Uuuu~ Mr., what will I do if you die!" The wife of the boss cried loudly while holding the boss's body.

Although everyone feels very baffled, accidents are accidents and no one can control them.

Wang Yuyan couldn't bear the other party crying so sadly, so she stepped forward to give him a hand.

When I touched the other person's wrist, I felt something was wrong with the pulse above, and asked doubtfully: "Are you pregnant?"

"What?" The landlady was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

Wang Yuyan was worried that she had felt the wrong pulse, so she looked at Murong Fu and said, "Cousin, you should do it."

Murong Fu nodded. He knew very well that Wang Yuyan had read countless books.

Not only is she involved in martial arts secrets, but she can also recite medical books and pharmacopeias by heart.

The only pity is that she can only talk with her mouth, and her practical ability is not as good as that of a nine-year-old boy.

He first asked the landlady to sit down for a moment to relax her mood a little, and then took her pulse.

"The pulse is smooth and smooth, like a running pearl, but it indicates pregnancy. The only thing lacking is that the pulse is too weak, so it may be difficult to save it."

"Am I pregnant?" The landlady looked at Murong Fu in disbelief.

Since the day of their wedding, she and her boss had longed to have a child, but they had never been able to do so.

Unexpectedly, the man had a child just after his death.

"If you don't believe it, you can ask a doctor to take a look." Murong Fu said calmly.

"I believe it, I believe it!" the landlady said and couldn't help crying.

Murong Fu said a few words of comfort, but couldn't help but feel that his luck was so weird for a while.

You can say it doesn’t exist, but it really affects your life.

You say it exists?

But it can’t be touched or seen.

Suddenly, a sentence appeared in Murong Fu's mind.

Those who follow nature will be sad, and those who go against nature will perish!

"Boss lady, don't be sad, the boss is dead."

"But you should be happy that the Wang family is still alive." Lai Wenjun suddenly advised.

The landlady also knew that what Lai Wenjun said made sense. However, the sadness in her heart could not be cured by just a few words.

Murong Fu said nothing more and asked, "Lai Wenjun, would you like to go back to Gusu with me to stay for a few days?"

"Hey, do you want to ask me for something?" Lai Wenjun said, having already learned about it from Deng Baichuan.

Murong Fu said seriously: "I need to find a place of fire, it will be of great use!"