Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"You! You are using your strong words!" Xuannan said unconvinced: "Is it possible that the one who uses the powerful Vajra Palm is the monk of my Shaolin Temple?"

"Haha, do you know it in your heart?" Ding Chunqiu said with a smile.

"What is the purpose of your coming here? Our Shaolin Temple is not stupid either." Xuan Nan said angrily. ,

As soon as these words came out, the heads of other sects all looked extremely ugly.

Ding Chunqiu was the only one with a calm face, as if he was like that.

"Amitabha, Junior Brother Xuannan, don't hurt your harmony." Xuanci walked to the front and glanced at everyone present: "Everyone, if that traitor is from my Shaolin family, we will never tolerate him."

"Hmph, someone who can kill my fifth brother must be strong." Guan Neng said. ..

Everyone nodded, the [Kongtong Five Elders] are famous in the world, and their strength is naturally not weak.

Although his Qi and blood have declined severely, he was once an old master.

The person who deals with him must be in this state.

"Mr. Guan, I wonder if your fifth brother had any explanations when he died?" Others asked curiously.

"Everyone, please take a look." Guan Neng sneered, took out a piece of yellow cloth from his arms, and held it above his head.

"This is this?" Everyone looked at the object in Guan Neng's hand and couldn't help being surprised, and then suddenly said: "Isn't this object the fabric of the monk's cassock?"

"Yes, this is what my fifth brother was holding in his hand when he died. Moreover, we also saw a mouthful of blood on the ground that was not my fifth brother's." Guan Neng said.

Upon hearing this, all the heads showed a knowing smile and looked at Abbot Xuanci.

Obviously, if the thief was injured, there would definitely be traces.

"Amitabha, the old monk knows what the masters mean." Xuanci replied calmly: "It's just that it's late today. Some monks have gone to the mountains to practice hard. It's difficult to summon them. How about waiting until tomorrow morning to investigate?"

Taoist priest Asahiyama said: "It is necessary to investigate again tomorrow, but Abbot Xuanci should take out the roster of Shaolin Temple to do justice."

"no!"

Xuannan and others were all very angry. Although the roster was usually called by name, it also contained some secrets of the sect. They refused without even thinking about it.

Seeing this, Taoist Master Xushan and other sect leaders all looked at Murong Fu, and like urchins on the street, they held their hands and said, "Please make the decision for us, leader."

"snort!"

Murong Fu snorted in his heart. He would not offend the Shaolin Temple for these people. He said with a smile:

"If Abbot Xuanci can trust me, how about I take a look at this roster?"

"This..." Xuannan and others' faces became a little embarrassed.

Murong Fu's words were already very polite. If he didn't give some assurance to the group of people in front of him, it's hard to say that Shaolin Temple would face a catastrophe tonight.

"Amitabha, the old monk naturally trusts King Yan." Xuanci called his disciples without any nonsense and handed the roster to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu took a quick look and said, "I will leave this thing here for now. I will call it tomorrow and use it before returning it to the Shaolin monks."

"Amitabha, I, Shaolin, am deeply grateful that King Yan can stand up at this time." Xuanci and other old monks are not stupid either.

Naturally, it was understood that Murong Fu's move not only preserved the face of Shaolin Temple, but also preserved the secrets of Shaolin Temple.

Saying thank you is never enough.

Murong Fu smiled slightly and replied, "You're welcome."

Later, Xuanci arranged for everyone to go to the guest room of Shaolin Temple.

Arrange for everyone to come and live there.

In the guest room, Wang Yuyan handed Murong Fu a cup of new tea and asked curiously:

"Cousin, do you think that thief is still hiding in the Shaolin Temple?"

Murong Fu pondered for a moment and said, "If that man really wants to blame Shaolin, he will definitely not leave."

"But, what is his purpose for doing this?"

Wang Yuyan really doesn't understand, even if she succeeds in blaming Shaolin.

What does that person get?

"for what?"

Murong Fu smiled bitterly to himself, if his father had done this.

That purpose is much simpler.

It was just to bring chaos to the Song Dynasty, and at this time, let him raise his arms and restore the country and become the emperor.

If that's the case, I'm afraid his father Murong Bo's situation is really not very good.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly flashed by the window.

Murong Fu shouted loudly and asked: "Who!"

The black shadow immediately turned around and ran away when he heard the sound.

Murong Fu thought for a moment, but did not move at all.

This move really puzzled Wang Yuyan: "Cousin, aren't you going to chase me?"

Murong Fu waved his hands and said decisively: "I won't go!"

The person who can appear at this time is either the murderer or his father.

It's easy to say he was the murderer, he caught him immediately.

If it were his father, the problem would be huge.

It is very possible that the thieves robbed Wang Yuyan for the roster.

When the time comes, if someone wants to be hidden in the huge Shaoshi Mountain, even gods will have a hard time finding him.

The man in black who had just escaped looked back and saw that no one was chasing him out, so he cursed:

"You brat, I haven't seen you for a few years, but your character has become stable."

After scolding him, he could only turn around and walk back angrily.

"Dangdang~"

A knock on the door sounded again in Murong Fu's room.

Wang Yuyan asked curiously: "It's so late, who could it be?"

Murong Fu replied without even thinking: "Eighty percent is my father."

"Nonsense, my father-in-law has been dead for several years, how could he appear?" Wang Yuyan rolled her eyes at Murong Fu and walked over.

As a result, the moment the door opened, her entire mind was frightened and went blank, and then she yelled: "Ah, ghost."

I saw a monk wearing gray robes, with a somewhat heroic face, similar to Murong Fu, standing at the door.

When he saw Wang Yuyan shouting, he didn't hesitate to touch the opponent's mute point.

At this moment, Murong Fu, who was sitting on a chair drinking tea, suddenly threw the tea cup in his hand towards the visitor.

The gray-clothed monk sneered. When he saw the teacup flying towards him, he curled his wrist with a flower and pointed his fingers upward.

The tea cup flying in the air suddenly fell downwards.

"Joint fingers!" Wang Yuyan recognized the move of the gray-clothed monk at a glance and was even more surprised.

"Get up!" Murong Fu used the same move [joint fingers] to prop up the tea cup that was about to fall to the ground.

"good!"

The monk in gray clothes smiled instead of angry when he saw this, with a trace of relief on his face.

The strength of the Qi in his hand increased again, trying to press the cup down.

But what surprised him was that the teacup was already flying towards him unhurriedly.

Immediately, the gray-clothed monk's eyes couldn't help but look astonished: "How is it possible that your internal strength actually surpasses that of your husband?"

"Haha, dad, this is the newly poured tea for my child, please drink it."

Murong Fu said calmly, he was confident that the Grand Master would not show his power.

There are few people in the world who can be his opponent.

"Humph, you brat, you know you're here for your husband, but you don't open the door yourself."

Murong Bo took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp, glanced at Wang Yuyan, nodded, walked into the room generously, and cursed:

"I didn't expect that your boy would protect her like this."

"Haha, there's nothing I can do. I wouldn't be stupid if I didn't feel sorry for my own daughter-in-law." Murong Fu stood up and bowed respectfully to Murong Bo: "My child, I have met my father."