Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"One year!" Murong Fu said after a long time.

"What?" Huang Rong was dressed in white clothes swaying in the wind. She was extremely intelligent and did not rush Murong Fu in a hurry. She was stunned by his sudden words.

"One year, promise me to take the initiative to see me once a year." Murong Fu looked at Huang Rong very seriously.

"You..." Huang Rong was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

Murong Fu said a little domineeringly: "If you don't promise me, I will go find you every year at this time."

"But if someone finds out, how should you and I handle ourselves?" Huang Rong hesitated.

Murong Fu hugged him in his arms: "I don't care, I will kill anyone who tries to stop me!"

"You...why are you so unreasonable!" Huang Rong said angrily.

"Reason? In the future, I, Murong Fu, will be invincible, who will I need to reason with?" Murong Fu kissed Huang Rong's red lips fiercely, and it took a long time before he could bear to separate.

"It will be dawn soon, I'd better leave first." Murong Fu said.

Huang Rong asked curiously: "How do you know I'm here?"

"Lu Youjiao told me." Murong Fu smiled.

"So it's him. Are you going to the Beggar Clan Conference in a few days?" Huang Rong asked curiously.

Murong Fu nodded: "Well, I met with Qiao Feng the day before yesterday, and he invited me to attend."

"Clan leader, can you tell me the purpose of convening the Beggar Clan Conference this time?" Huang Rong asked.

Murong Fu said seriously: "He didn't say it clearly, but I know pretty much. He just wants to find people in the martial arts world to deal with the Yuan people together."

"What do you think?" There was a hint of expectation in Huang Rong's eyes.

Murong Fu did not want to deceive the other party: "The imperial court is incompetent. The martial arts people alone cannot fight against the Yuan army. Now the power is not with me."

"Even if Qiao Feng can bring all the martial arts people to the battlefield, it will not change the current situation."

Huang Rong's face looked a little ugly. She also knew that what Murong Fu said didn't make sense. "But, what if we don't try?"

Murong Fu shook his head. This was a matter of left-wing opinions and there was no way to decide whether it was right or wrong.

Instead, he opened his mouth and told Huang Rong about the conversation between Kang Min and Bai Shijing. The latter was immediately shocked: "What! These two people actually dare to murder the gang leader?"

"Not only did they want to murder Qiao Feng, but they also joined forces to kill your deputy gang leader Ma Dayuan." Murong Fu said coldly.

At that time, Ma Dayuan died due to his special skill, the chokehold and capture technique.

At first, some people thought it was Murong Fu.

But at that time, too many people died and the timeline didn't match up, so I didn't bother him.

On the contrary, several other sects have been there.

Especially that little Shaolin monk, who talked like farts and was gone forever.

"Asshole! How dare they!"

Ma Dayuan was a highly respected member of the Beggar Clan. When Huang Rong heard that he was murdered, she couldn't help but slap the table.

Murong Fu quickly took Huang Rong's hand and said, "You are pregnant now and it is not appropriate to get angry. If you think they are annoyed, I will kill them."

"No, you have no evidence. If you go, you will kill innocent people indiscriminately, which will only cause misunderstandings." Huang Rong stopped.

Murong Fu suggested: "The fact that Qiao Feng is a Khitan cannot be changed. I'm afraid no one can ruin Kang Min's plan."

"Could it be that our Beggar Clan is really going to be in disaster?" Huang Rong's mind sank, and she had no countermeasures for a moment.

"It's not that there's nothing you can do about it. Strength is the most respected thing in the world."

"If you can hire someone who can control the situation."

"It's not like there's no room for relaxation in this matter." Murong Fu reminded.

Huang Rong looked confused and asked: "You mean to ask my master to come here?"

"Hong Qigong is a powerful man in the martial arts world, and no one in the Beggar Clan disapproves of him. It would be good to find him!" Murong Fu nodded.

Huang Rong smiled bitterly and said, "Hey, you don't know that since he stepped down as the leader of the gang and wandered around, it is difficult for even me to know his whereabouts."

"What should we do? Find masters from other sects?" Murong Fu asked.

Huang Rong pondered for a long time, and suddenly said: "I do know that there is also the general whereabouts of a Nine-Pocket Elder in the Beggar Clan."

"Who?" Murong Fu was curious. He thought that the Beggar Clan only consisted of Hong Qigong and the Nine-Pocket Elder, but he didn't expect there was another one.

"Hong Riqing!" Huang Rong said.

"Hong Riqing?" Murong Fu asked. He seemed to have never heard of this person.

"Well, strictly speaking, he is my senior brother and my senior uncle." Huang Rong said with a smile.

"How do you say this?" Murong Fu was a little confused.

"Hong Riqing was my senior's only son, but because my senior always had children, he died within a few years." Huang Rong introduced helplessly.

"So Hong Qigong, an old man, taught him martial arts. In name, he was his elder brother, but in reality he was teaching him martial arts?" Murong Fu guessed.

"That's right, Hong Riqing always bows to the master every time he sees him, but the master really doesn't accept it and even asks me to call him uncle." Huang Rong nodded and replied.

Murong Fu asked doubtfully: "Then he is the great master?"

"No, but the seniority is the same as the tutor, so if we can't find the tutor, we can only ask him to come out and take charge of the overall situation." Huang Rong said helplessly. M..

"Oh, too."

Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief for Huang Rong. If Hong Riqing came here, the Beggar Clan would not be in chaos: "Then just send someone to find him."

Huang Rong looked embarrassed and said, "My uncle has some special habits. If I want to find him, I need your help."

"Me?" Murong Fu was puzzled: "I don't know him, how can I find him?"

Huang Rong said embarrassedly: "My uncle is very lustful and likes to go to brothels to drink wine, so... I can only help you with this matter."

Murong Fu was speechless: "You won't let me book the entire brothel and spread the word about treating people to the flower bar for free?"

"Well, this is the only way, otherwise, Uncle Master will not come out." Huang Rong looked at Murong Fu embarrassedly.

Murong Fu pondered for a moment, this matter would not only damage his prestige.

It wasn't a big deal, so he readily agreed: "It's okay, but I also have something that I would like to ask Ronger for help with."

Huang Rong was stunned and asked curiously: "What do you need my help with?"

Murong Fu came close to Huang Rong's ear, blew hot air and said, "I would like to ask Rong'er to play the piano and flute for me and share the mystery."

When Huang Rong heard this, her face could not help but get hot, and she lowered her head and spat: "Bah, didn't I do it to you several times in there just now, and you're here again?"

"After all, there is still a difference between the inside and the reality. The integration of body and soul is the ultimate." Murong Fu said with an unashamed smile.

Huang Rong knew that she couldn't defeat Murong Fu, so she tapped her delicate forehead, pulled him to the bed, slowly took off his clothes, and then gently touched the piano with her jade fingers to support Xiao.

After a while, a beautiful rhythmic overtone sounded from the bed, until a "gurgling" sound came from the room.

Then it became quiet again.