Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

Song Yuzhi?

Murong Fu looked at the woman standing up in front of him.

She secretly guessed that she would not be the descendant of the great master.

"You are Murong Fu, the overlord of the Southern Song Dynasty martial arts?"

Song Yuzhi had a decent appearance, his voice was crisp and clean, and there was a hint of provocation in his tone.

At first glance, there is no bright spot except for the scorpion on the corner of the mouth.

However, Murong Fu saw a hint of sword intent in her eyes, and he was afraid that he was also an expert in sword training.

Murong Fu smiled: "The southern hegemon is still close, but it's getting closer."

"Huh?" Song Yuzhi squinted his eyes and smiled and said, "Except for my father and that dog man, you are the most domineering person I have ever seen."

"Haha, Miss Song is very polite." Murong Fu gave a salute and sat on the left side of Song Yongsi.

"Well said, eat more, you're welcome." Song Yuzhi laughed a few times, feeling like a boy.

Song Yongsi said politely, "Mr. Murong Fu, you have always been to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, so come here in person today, is there something good?"

"Sir Song is joking. I am here to tell you that I have found the source of the corpse poison. Today, you can order the city gate to be opened." Murong Fu said.

Song Yongsi was full of surprise, and said happily: "It's great, it's great. Young Master Murong, you are really my savior!"

"To be honest, the above has ordered me several times not to seal the city. If the corpse poison is not cured, I am afraid that my prefect position will be handed over to others."

"You're welcome! In addition, this is my invitation. On the Double Ninth Festival, the old house will worship ancestors."

Murong Fu took out an invitation from his arms and handed it to Song Siyuan.

Song Siyuan was stunned for a moment, then took it with a smile.

Martial arts people have always disliked dealing with people in the government. Murong Fu invited him personally, explaining that the other party's own senses were good and regarded him as a friend.

"Young Master Murong, rest assured, on the day of Chongyang, this official will come." Song Yongsi assured.

Murong Fu smiled slightly, got up and said, "Then I won't disturb Master Song's family for dinner, so I'll go back."

"It's... easy to say, then I won't keep Young Master Murong."

Song Siyuan also got up and sent them off.

Murong Fu handed over and left, Song Yuzhi suddenly stopped in front of him and kept saying:

"Mr. Murong, the little girl has heard the name for a long time, I wonder if I can discuss with you?"

"If I guessed correctly, you are Tiandao Song Que's daughter." Murong Fu smiled slightly without being annoyed.

"Ok?"

Song Yuzhi was stunned. She did not expect that Murong Fu could easily reveal her identity, and generously admitted: "Yes, I am the youngest daughter of Tiandao Song Que."

"Hehe, that's right." Murong Fu said indifferently, "You and I are still a little late to start. If your father came, I would be interested to try it."

"You... look down on me!" Song Yuzhi said angrily.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "I misunderstood, I didn't mean to look down on Your Excellency, I just told the truth!"

"Haha, then I have to try it!" Song Yuzhi's eyes were sharp, and he stepped on the sword beside him.

I saw the light of the sword flickering and slashed towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu didn't react at all, standing still.

Song Yuzhi poured his zhenqi into his hands.

I cursed in my heart, bastard, dare to look down on me!

Song Yongsi was shocked and quickly stopped: "Yuzhi, don't make a fool of yourself."

"Go to hell!" Song Yuzhi shouted loudly.

"It's over!"

Song Yongsi's heart was cold. He, his niece, had been used to being disrespectful by that distant cousin since she was a child, and this was not the first time she had murdered.

"Ah~ Killed!"

Several of his wives are also scholarly families, and they have never seen such **** things, so they covered their mouths and shouted.

In the field, only Murong Fu remained indifferent.

Just when Song Yuzhi's knife was three feet away from him, he suddenly shouted:

"roll!"

Song Yuzhi intuitively felt that a wall of air slammed into the front door, and the whole person suddenly turned pale.

"Oops~"

The next moment, he flew three feet away, his **** fell to the ground, tears of pain flowed, and he forcibly endured the pain and said:

"Three-foot air wall! You are a master master!"

"As I said, it's okay for Song Que to come here."

Murong Fu and Song Yongsi said goodbye again and left, leaving behind the crowd in the wind.

"Aiya, my eldest niece, how can you cut people so well and fly out by yourself?" Song Yongsi hurriedly asked Song Yuzhi.

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't expect Murong Fu to be so powerful. At such a young age, he is already a strong master." Song Yuzhi rubbed his buttocks and limped back to his place.

"Grandmaster strong?"

Although Song Yongsi is a literati, he knows a little about things in the arena.

Hearing Murong Fu's strength, he was both happy and surprised.

Big thick legs!

To hold!

It hasn't been long since Murong Fu came out of the old house.

For Song Yuzhi, he didn't take it to heart.

I went to Fuguiju deliberately and bought some nutritious supplements for Lang Xueci.

After all, I was so tired last night that my voice was smoking.

When the shopkeeper saw Murong Fu coming, he happily said, "Young Master, it seems to you."

"Hehe, I'm here to buy some dishes and bring them back to my family to taste." Murong Fu smiled.

"Ah, woman?" The shopkeeper also understood, and instantly, he guessed what Murong Fu was thinking.

Murong Fu said with admiration, "The shopkeeper has a sharp eye."

"Haha, Young Master Murong praised it wrongly. It's all based on experience." The shopkeeper and Murong Fu said a few polite words, and then went to the back kitchen.

He let Murong Fu sit aside and wait.

It was rare for Murong Fu to be so leisurely, so he drank his tea and listened to everyone's discussion.

"Have you heard that on the 9th Double Ninth Festival in September, Dongying master Tianfeng Shilang will challenge Young Master Murong."

"Bullshit! I knew it by yesterday."

"Hehe, then guess who will win?"

…

Murong Fu showed a smile, this is the rivers and lakes.

Comes fast, goes fast, news is like a gust of wind.

"Hmph, don't you know, that day Feng Shishilang was very strong, so Young Master Murong might not necessarily be his opponent."

"Fart, Murong Fu is the number one person in our Nanwu Lin, how could he not be a match for the Dongying people?"

"You don't know that Tianfeng Shilang is the only existence in the island country that can compete with the Liuyu family."

"The Liusheng family?"

Murong Fu looked at the crowd and mentioned the Liu Sheng family.

His eyes were full of fear and fear.

It can be seen that the Liusheng family has had a great influence on the people of the Song Dynasty.

"This son, you're a little tired on the next trip. I don't know if I can sit here." A gentle female voice pulled Murong Fu back from his thoughts.

Just as he was about to speak, Xiao Yin in his sleeve suddenly grabbed his arm tightly, as if he had encountered a big crisis.

Murong Fu looked up abruptly, and saw a beautiful girl in a pink shirt standing in front of him.