Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Zhao Min was shocked and quickly looked back and saw an old monk with eyes like copper bells and a fierce look.

"You...who are you?"

The old monk asked: "I haven't asked you yet, but you actually asked me about it?"

"This temple is closed at this time. What are you doing here?"

Zhao Mingang wanted to find an excuse to fool the other party.

Unexpectedly, another voice broke in.

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking to this little girl about before you take her back?" Then another fierce monk with a square head, big ears and a muscular body came out.

The old monk nodded, stretched out his hand and instantly hit Zhao Min's numb hole.

Zhao Min was suddenly startled and Wen said angrily:

"I am the princess of the Yuan Kingdom. If you dare to arrest me, believe it or not, someone will come and take your lives tomorrow!"

The old monk said disdainfully:

"Humph, this is the Song Dynasty. What's so great about the princess of the Yuan Kingdom?"

"The worst thing is that I and my brother can just go back to the Qing Dynasty."

Zhao Min felt a chill in his heart and secretly thought that something was wrong. The two monks in front of him were probably spies from other countries.

I have suffered an unreasonable disaster and become a scapegoat.

Before she could think of her words again.

He was already carried on the shoulders by the fierce monk who came later, and walked towards the cave where he escaped earlier.

The next day, early in the morning.

Murong Fu slowly got off Zhao Fujin's bed.

After yesterday's torment.

The Di Ji beside her has completely become her own woman.

how to say?

As the most beautiful woman in the Song Dynasty, she can only be described in one word.

Very moist!

"Fu Lang, why aren't you sleeping?" Zhao Fujin asked as he opened his tired eyes.

Murong Fu patted the other party's body and said, "Today, Wan'er and I made an agreement to go to Jianguo Temple to fulfill our vows."

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Zhao Fujin asked gently.

Murong Fu smiled: "Can you still stand up?"

When Zhao Fujin heard this, his delicate little face instantly turned red like an apple. He lowered his head and said shyly: "Then...then please pay attention to your safety."

"Don't worry. By the way, I'll let Yuyan stay with you." Murong Fu said with a smile.

Zhao Fujin said happily: "Thank you husband."

Murong Fu smiled, got dressed and walked out of the palace.

He can now be considered a celebrity in the Song Dynasty.

The guards guarding the palace gate were even more excited to see him than to see Zhao Huan.

"I have met the King of Yan. May the King of Yan be blessed and prosperous, and may you exalt the prestige of our country!"

"I have met the King of Yan. May the King of Yan be blessed and prosperous, and may you exalt the prestige of our country!"

…

Murong Fu smiled, finally experiencing the feeling of being a star.

I didn’t expect that these lovely people would respect me so much.

"Haha, you're welcome, brothers, thank you for your hard work."

"King Yan, thank you for your hard work!"

Murong Fu walked out of the palace happily, and Mu Wanqing was waiting for him not far away.

"Wan'er." Murong Fu smiled.

At this moment, a group of Yuan people walked toward the palace angrily.

The leader, the young master-like Yuan Ren, gave Murong Fu a hard look and cursed:

"Get out of the way, good dogs don't get in the way."

"Um?"

Murong Fu's face darkened. He was standing aside and did not block the opponent's way at all. This person was clearly looking for trouble!

"Where did this dog come from, barking in front of this king?"

"What kind of king are you?" The young master stopped and looked at Murong Fu.

The followers behind him saw Murong Fu's face clearly.

All of them showed fear on their faces, lying in the ear of the young master and saying:

"You must not mess with this young prince, he is Murong Fu!"

"What, he is Murong Fu who defeated the imperial master?"

The young prince just gritted his teeth, his aura instantly dissipated, and he still showed a hint of fear.

He entered the palace because Zhao Min had not returned since yesterday.

He wanted Zhao Huan to send troops to search for him, but when he saw the loving look of Murong Fu and Mu Wanqing, he couldn't help but take it for granted.

I didn't expect to meet Murong Fu.

"That's right, young prince."

Zha Ya Du forced himself to calm down, turned around and left with a cold "hum".

What kind of temper did Murong Fu have? How could he be able to spoil the other person? He was ready to stop the other person and teach him a lesson.

"King Yan, please wait."

At this time, a female voice came from behind to stop him.

Murong Fu looked back and saw a beautiful woman in a wheelchair being pushed towards him by a strong man. He asked curiously: "Who are you?"

"There is no mercy at the next six doors."

"The next six doors are with iron hands."

"I've met King Yan!"

The two of them raised their fists and saluted Murong Fu.

"Ruthless? Iron Hand? Four Famous Catchers?" Murong Fu didn't understand why these two people stopped him?

"Haha, King Yan, please listen to my explanation." Qing Qing said.

Murong Fu looked at Zha Yadu who was walking away and said indifferently: "Everyone is gone, do you want to talk about it?"

Qing Qing said: "Last night, Princess Zhao Min left the embassy and did not return all night for some unknown reason. It was probably an accident."

"Zhao Min is missing?" Murong Fu smiled: "If she dies, we in the Song Kingdom will have one less enemy."

Qingqing said calmly: "What King Yan said is true, but Princess Yuanren had an accident in the capital of Song Dynasty."

"I'm afraid, the most embarrassing thing is His Majesty."

Murong Fu nodded, that was indeed the case.

However, this matter had nothing to do with him. He waved his hand and said, "Then you should investigate carefully. I am gone."

With that said, he pulled Mu Wanqing away and slowly disappeared in front of Wu Qing and Tie Shou.

"This King Yan doesn't seem to have a good impression of Princess Zhao Min." Tie Shou said.

"Prince Yan and the Yuan people fought several times, and the driving force behind it was Princess Zhao Min." Qingqing shook his head and watched Murong Fu leave indifferently.

"Fu Lang, Princess Zhao Min is gone, will something happen?" Mu Wanqing asked with concern.

Murong Fu shook his head, Song Du was almost in danger, and it didn't matter whether Zhao Min was lost or not.

The only pity is that there is another great beauty missing in this world.

The two of them walked towards Jianguo Temple while talking.

"Fu Lang, the incense in Jianguo Temple is really prosperous. My father said it is even more powerful than their Tianlong Temple in Dali." Mu Wanqing held Murong Fu's hand and said.

"Haha, there are only so many people in Dali, how can there be so many people?" Murong Fu said with a smile.

"Yes, my Fu Lang is still very powerful. He defeated King Jinlun at the peak of his master's level and became famous in all countries." Mu Wanqing said proudly.

Murong Fu laughed "haha", scratched the tip of Mu Wanqing's nose, and said: "Thanks to this, Wan'er, please pray for me."

"Hehe, I said last time that as long as you win, Fu Lang, I will worship all the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas here." Mu Wanqing said with a smile.

Murong Fu was stunned. There were dozens of halls in Jianguo Temple, large and small.

If we pray all once, don’t we have to pray until dark? He whispered:

"Wan'er, let's just visit a few main halls and forget about the small ones."

"No, my father told me that you must mean what you say to the Bodhisattva, otherwise the Bodhisattva will be punished if he is angry." Mu Wanqing said very seriously.

Murong Fu shook his head, knowing that Mu Wanqing's personality was like this, so he said no more and said dotingly: "Okay, I'll accompany you."