Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

On the way to the capital of Song Dynasty, Murong Fu carried the Wuji stick on his back and dressed up as a knight.

There was no horse riding or driving along the way, and I relied on walking instead. Unknowingly, I followed the caravan to a small town in Nanyang.

"Tongfu Inn? This is an interesting name."

Murong Fu looked up at the plaque above and smiled strangely.

He secretly thought, this is not the Seven Heroes Town, right?

"Sir, please come in." A handsome waiter stood at the door and greeted.

Murong Fu looked him up and down and deliberately smiled meaningfully at him.

Then, he glanced left and right, and the waiter was immediately stunned, and his movements began to become stiff.

"Do you have any special dishes here? Bring them for me to try." Murong Fu found a place near the door and sat down.

"Um...guest sir, do you want to work in a hotel or stay in a hotel?" the waiter asked, biting his finger.

"Let's stay in the hotel. How is your guest room?" Murong Fu asked in a loud voice.

The waiter's legs trembled with fright and he almost lost his balance: "It's... pretty good."

Murong Fu joked: "You are not Buddha, why are you trembling?"

"Ah? I wasn't trembling!" The waiter swallowed and quickly apologized: "Sir, what do you want to eat? I'll ask the cook to cook it for you right away."

"Just have some, I have to go to Beijing." Murong Fu smiled calmly.

The waiter nodded repeatedly, turned around and said a few words to the people at the counter, then ran to the second floor.

The cashier at the front desk looked at Murong Fu for a few times and then walked over.

"My lord, Lu Qinghou, may I ask my brother's name?" Lu Xiucai approached Murong Fu and asked.

Murong Fu said calmly: "What's the matter with you?"

"I...I'm fine. I just saw that my brother was extraordinary and wanted to make friends." Lu Xiucai smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, brother, you have a good eye for Fu Rongmu, the next generation stick king." Murong Fu bowed his hands and saluted with pride on his face. He untied the Tianji stick behind him and stood against the wall beside him.

There was a "bang" sound, and the dust on the wall splashed.

Lu Xiucai was so frightened that he almost sat down on the ground:

"So...so heavy, so heavy."

"It's not that heavy. It weighs 1,800 pounds. It's embarrassing to tell anyone about it." Murong Fu relaxed his shoulders and showed a look of helplessness.

Lu Xiucai was already covered in cold sweat. He stood up shakily, spoke to Murong Fu twice, and then ran to the second floor.

"It's over, it's over, Lao Bai, you are dead this time."

"What's wrong? Are you really a black man?"

The person who ran the hall before was none other than the legendary thief Bai Zhantang. He heard Lu Xiucai's words and asked quickly.

"What is black skin?" Lu Xiucai was stunned and asked.

Bai Zhantang explained: "Heipi means official slang."

"Oh, Master said, that's it." Lu Xiucai suddenly realized: "By the way, how did you conclude that he was a black man just now?"

"At first glance, this man is not simple. He walks like a dragon and moves like a tiger. He is majestic and majestic. There is a sparkle in his eyes. He is probably a martial arts master."

Bai Zhantang came one by one, and the more he talked, the more exciting he became. Suddenly, his face changed and he looked like he was crying: "The way he looked at me when he entered the store was wrong, and he asked me if I was Buddha, so I noticed something was wrong with him. ”

"Master said, didn't Buddha speak well?" Lu Xiucai asked puzzledly.

Bai Zhantang glanced at Lu Xiucai: "Look at your unseen look. Buddha is a slang term for a thief."

"Huh, you've seen the world, and you haven't been arrested the same way?" Lu Xiucai said unconvinced.

"That's enough! Oh God, what time has it been and you two are still here talking about nothing!"

Sitting aside, Tong Xiangyu, who had a chicken coop on his head, inserted the jade hairpin in his hand and roared loudly.

The shock caused Bai Zhantang and Lu Xiucai to shut their mouths instantly.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Bai Zhantang asked aggrievedly.

"What should we do? Of course, I, Tong Xiangyu, the most beautiful woman in Qixia Town, will go meet this black man." Tong Xiangyu stood up, shook off the ashes on his body, and prepared to go downstairs to meet Murong Fu.

"Shopkeeper, you can't go. The stick in Fu Rongmu's hand weighs a thousand pounds. If you touch it lightly, your life will be gone."

Lu Xiucai reminded her, and Tong Xiangyu's feet suddenly became weak and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Bai Zhantang quickly caught her with his quick hands and eyes, and began to talk:

"God, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I should never have married from the beginning. If I didn't marry, my husband would not have died."

"If my husband had not died, I would not have fallen into such a sad place. If I had not fallen into such a sad place, I would not have to take your place..."

Bai Zhantang shouted: "Stop!"

"You are cruel to me!" Tong Xiangyu opened her mouth and made a cry.

"Okay! One person is responsible for the work. If I do something wrong, I will do it myself." Bai Zhantang said and was about to walk out.

Tong Xiangyu grabbed the other person, stood up and said, "That's enough, I'll go!"

After saying that, he walked downstairs, lingered for a while, walked to Murong Fu's desk, and asked: "Hello, sir, I am the shopkeeper here, where did you come from and where are you going?"

Murong Fu had long used his spiritual consciousness to clearly see the play that a few people were performing upstairs, and said with a smile: "Go wherever you go."

"Forehead?"

Tong Xiangyu was stunned, what a philosophical sentence, I was speechless.

"This restaurant of yours is quite interesting. It seems that you like to pry into your guests' privacy. Isn't it a shady restaurant?" Murong Fu said with a smile.

"No, no, no, you can't talk nonsense."

"Sir, we are all serious people here, and we have won the reputation of being an honorary store for three years in Qixia Town." Tong Xiangyu assured, patting her chest.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Really? I think the waiter in your family seems to have a very high level of Qinggong. He can't be a thief found somewhere, or he is the ancestor of thieves in the world of thieves, saints, and thieves."

"What! You know everything?"

Tong Xiangyu was startled, and her mind turned on again...

Bai Zhantang was not far away, secretly listening to the conversation between the two, and his calves had begun to cramp.

My heart skipped a beat and I prepared a farewell confession to Tong Xiangyu.

At this moment, three identical triplets walked in from the door. Bai Zhantang suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and thought to himself: Why are these three unlucky boys here?

"Xiao Bai, Brother Bai, Lao Bai..." M..

As soon as the three of them entered the restaurant, they immediately found Bai Zhantang hiding in a dark place, eavesdropping on the conversation between Murong Fu and Tong Xiangyu, and hugged him in his arms.

Bai Zhantang awkwardly responded to the three people's embrace, his eyes full of helplessness.

When he glanced at Murong Fu from the corner of his eye, he saw him staring at him. He was so frightened that he immediately pushed the three of them away and asked in a tearful tone: "Ancestors, why are you here?"