Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

When Murong Fu heard Wang Yuyan's words, it seemed to coincide with him.

Bitterly said: "I am afraid that in the world, there is no martial arts that can integrate these three magical arts."

Wang Yuyan smiled: "Cousin, it's wrong."

"Wrong?" Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, very curious.

"The real master, who didn't create a martial art with his own way?" Wang Yuyan's eyes were filled with hope.

Murong Fu shook his head: "These three divine arts are already invaluable in the world, and I'm afraid I won't be able to surpass them."

"I believe you."

Wang Yuyan looked at Murong Fu seriously and didn't say a word.

Murong Fu's heart warmed, it would be a little difficult to rely on himself, but if he has the system to help him, he should still have a chance to:

"Okay, my cousin said I can, and I can."

For the next few days, Murong Fu stayed in the Huanshishui Pavilion.

Reading, practicing, and digesting the insights left by the ancestors of the blood knife and the fire foreman.

The skyrocketing combat power made him have the heart to compete with the masters in the world.

"Master, Madam Wang has brought someone here," Azhu said.

Murong Fu chuckled and said, "Why did my aunt come over suddenly?"

Wang Yuyan was also very strange. Her mother never liked going to Yanziwu, so she guessed, "Maybe there is something wrong?"

Murong Fu thought secretly in his heart, could it be that he taught the three daughters Xiao Wu Xianggong to be known by the other party?

He said nervously: "Let's go, go and have a look."

The couple quickly came to the hall, but saw that Li Qingluo was not alone.

There were also a few strangers who came along, and some of them were full of evil spirits, and they seemed to have been infected with human life. They asked curiously, "Who are these?"

Li Qingluo didn't speak, and the man in the lead said politely, "Song Yongsi, the new prefect."

The new prefect?

Everyone present was surprised.

"Prefect Song?"

Murong Fu looked at the other party's posture, and he had already guessed in his heart that the other party might be because of the plague in the city.

"Hehe, I have heard about Nan Murong and Bei Qiaofeng for a long time. When I see him today, Mr. Murong is really unusual." Song Yongsi laughed.

Li Qingluo said: "He is old with your uncle and wants to ask you for help. I hope you will not be stingy."

Murong Fu smiled and replied, "It's natural, I don't know how Master Song needs my help."

Song Yongsi did not expect Murong Fu to speak so well, and said bluntly:

"The epidemic situation in Gusu City is serious, but the personnel here are complicated. This official has just arrived, but I also know that Mr. Murong is famous on the rivers and lakes."

"People of the three religions and nine classes are all respected, so I came here to ask Murong Gongzi to help the government to control the plague."

Murong Fu neither agreed nor refused, and asked paradoxically, "I don't know, where did the prefect went?"

Song Yongsi was stunned for a moment, pondered for a moment, and said, "The previous Prefect Hua did not report the information, which delayed a major event. The emperor has ordered the whole family to be executed at noon today."

"This?"

Everyone was shocked, you look at me, I look at you.

In my heart, I thought that this errand was not as easy to do as I imagined. If it couldn't be done well, wouldn't the whole family die?

Azhu worried: "Young Master, this is too dangerous. The plague can be contagious if you can't see it, can't touch it, but if there is an emergency, I'm afraid..."

"That's right, Young Master, we'll stay in this Swallow Pier. Even if we don't go out for three or four years, we'll have enough food." Abi said.

Song Yongsi's face was very embarrassed. He took office as a new official and went to Suzhou City.

Unfamiliar with life, even the subordinate officers can't command.

How pathetic...

If Lian Murong Fu refused to help, he would probably end up different from the previous prefect.

Just when the mood hit rock bottom.

Murong Fu opened his mouth and said, "There are no eggs under the overturned nest. If something is going to happen to Gusu City, how can we feel at ease even if we hide in Yanziwu?"

Seeing this, Azhu and Abi looked at Wang Yuyan, hoping that he could persuade Murong Fu.

Wang Yuyan shook her head, the Murong Fu in her mind should be a great hero, a great hero who saves lives in water and fire.

"Thank you so much."

"I am Mr. Murong, as long as this time... no, I will go back now and ask Your Majesty how to seal a thousand households for Mr. Murong?" Song Yongsi said excitedly.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "It's okay, it's good to do something for the people of Suzhou. I don't care about being an official or not."

Azhu hummed: "My son, my son, has already established a family army and reported it to the imperial court. He will be canonized as a general in a few days. There are only a thousand households in a mere thousand households, and he is really a big official."

Song Yongsi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "So it is, so it is, I would have known this, and I would not have said it to shame. However, in the future, if Young Master Murong needs anything, this official will definitely help."

Murong Fu said politely, "Thank you, Lord Song."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, I will fight for the position of President Qian for Young Master Murong." Song Yongsi said seriously.

Murong Fu nodded and said, "Then there is Lord Lao Song."

Although President Qian is small and has no official position, he is a real court person.

If in the future, it will be a half-official, maybe it will come in handy.

"Haha, you're welcome." Song Yongsi was very happy, and finally it didn't come in vain this time.

Then the two chatted a few more words, Song Yongsi was busy with government affairs and didn't dare to wait any longer, so he left angrily.

Li Qingluo didn't bother to pay attention to Murong Fu, and took her servants to chat with Wang Yuyan.

After a while, all the four major village owners came.

"Master, what do you really want to be the chief of this Laozi prefect?" Bao different then asked.

Murong Fu glanced at him and smiled, "Naturally."

"Young Master, there's nothing good about breaking a thousand. The sesame and mung beans are bigger, I'm afraid that your reputation will be sullied." Feng Po said evilly.

Murong Fu said frankly: "Four brothers, to be honest with you, even if there is no benefit from this Prefect Song, I will not sit idly by."

"After all, Gusu City is our hometown. I can't see the suffering of the people, but turn a blind eye."

When the four of them heard it, they were all moved, and a warm current arose in their hearts. They immediately stood up and shouted loudly, "Young Master is righteous!"

Murong Fu smiled, this is what he wanted.

Those who achieve great things must have a good reputation, not only for outsiders to respect themselves.

Let yourself be admired more.

It is also necessary to mingle with the general public.

"By the way, Brother Deng, how are the soldiers recruited?"

Deng Baichuan shook his head: "It's not very good. It's been a few months, and we've only recruited less than 3,000 people."

"Well, it is indeed a little less. How is the training status?" Murong Fu continued to ask.

"That's what happened. I've never been on the battlefield, so I'm always a little bit mean." Deng Baichuan shook his head, as if he was not satisfied with the progress of the training.

Murong Fu smiled and was not in a hurry: "The men in our Gusu City are mostly young masters. It's okay to let them recite poems and compose some love words."

"It will take a lot of effort to let them fight on the battlefield." Murong Fu said indifferently.

"My subordinates understand, please rest assured, Young Master, in another month, they will definitely fully understand the meaning of being a soldier!" Deng Baichuan shouted loudly.