Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

In front of Murong's old house.

Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian are welcoming the guests.

Seeing that it was almost time, but he was a little anxious before seeing Murong Fu's figure.

Just as he was about to ask, he saw a group of officers and soldiers hugging each other and walking towards the old house.

Taking a closer look, the officers and soldiers were embracing Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan, and they hurriedly stepped forward to greet them:

"Master, are you here?"

"Big brother, second brother, are everyone here?" Murong Fu asked with a smile.

Deng Baichuan nodded, took out the guest list, and compared them one by one: "Except for a few people who haven't arrived yet, the rest are all together."

"Hehe, let's go!" Murong Fu nodded and didn't care.

However, just as he took a step into the gate of the mansion, a light voice came into his ears:

"The head of the house is the head of the house, and the ostentation is not ordinary. You need officers and soldiers to open the way to walk, admire and admire."

Murong Fu raised his eyes and glanced at the person who was talking. Seeing that he was also twenty-five or six years old, and his appearance was unfamiliar, he asked, "Who is he?"

"He is Bailongshan Yunhe Village, Murong Feipeng, the eldest son of the owner of the village, Murong Xingguo." Gong Yeqian said after flipping through the guest list.

Murong Fu was speechless, it is true that the more trashy people are, the longer their names are.

Like him, just say the three words Nan Murong, no one in the world knows it, no one knows it.

I wanted to show him a prestige, but when I heard the name was only disgusting, I ignored the other party and went straight to the hall of the old house.

"Murong Fu, you..."

Murong Feipeng wanted to shout, but when he saw a faint black light in Murong Fu's eyes, he looked over.

In an instant, he felt a mountain pressing down, making his back cold.

The miscellaneous words that I wanted to speak, I swallowed back in my stomach.

It wasn't until Murong Fu disappeared completely that he felt relieved and whispered something.

"Made! Why is this guy so evil?"

Murong Fu came to the entrance of the hall and swept left and right in the originally noisy environment.

Immediately quiet down.

Everyone's breathing became clearly visible.

"Haha, everyone, uncle and uncle, long time no see."

Everyone in the hall was relieved when they saw Murong Fu smiling.

Whoever it is, get up quickly to greet him.

"Young master is polite."

"Young Master's complexion is getting more rosy, presumably the practice will be more refined."

"Young Master is arrogant, young and promising, I can't wait."

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Hearing everyone's praise, Murong Fu waved his hand indifferently.

"You are all elders, don't be polite."

"Please sit down."

After speaking, he was not polite, and sat in the first place generously.

I turned around and found a few people I knew.

Such as Murong Jiu, Zhang Jing, Gu Renyu, Duan Hefei and so on.

"please~" "please~" "please~"

When everyone saw Murong Fu sitting down, they all sat down.

Murong Fu opened his mouth and said, "I didn't expect that my Murong Clan would be able to come back this year with so many separated people. It's really not easy."

"Haha, that's right." Murong Zheng followed with a smile: "If it wasn't for the stubborn and conceited former head of the family, there would be no major divisions, and we would be able to reunite today."

Hearing this, everyone became quiet again.

The old thing is slandering Murong Bo, isn't it, is this the rhythm of tearing his face?

Deng Baichuan stood in front of Murong Fu and shouted, "Murong Zheng, where are you?"

Murong Fu scratched his head, looked at the white clouds outside the hall along the window, and said indifferently:

"What kind of grudges do you have, what kind of grudges do you have to wait for the ancestors to go over and talk about it?"

Murong Zheng was stunned for a moment, he did not expect that Murong Fu could be so calm when he suddenly attacked.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not good, Song Siyuan on the side persuaded him: "Everyone, they are all powerful people in the arena, and it is still important to worship ancestors, and the rest will be discussed later."

"Sir Song, this is impossible! Today, you happened to be here. I want to report that Murong Fu deliberately arranged for his clansmen to put corpse poison in Gusu City in order to gain fame.

Murong Zheng stood up and said righteously.

"This..." Song Yongsi glanced at Murong Fu, saw his indifferent face, and asked boldly, "Do you have any evidence?"

The corner of Murong Zheng's mouth twitched, and he called a few servants from the old house, saying:

"These are the people who poisoned Murong Fu."

Then, he took out a notepad from his pocket and said:

"This is the notebook of my family, Murong Jingyue. In it, he personally recorded the crimes of Murong Fu, please read it."

Song Yongsi reached out and took the notepad that Murong Zheng handed over.

Following the other party's prompt, he turned to the page where Murong Fu ordered Murong Jingyue to poison.

"Young Master Murong?"

Murong Fu calmly drank a cup of tea and said, "Haha, it's not surprising that these evidences can be faked."

Murong Zheng smiled and said, "Haha, I knew that you would argue. Besides them, I have witnesses."

"Also?" Song Yongsi and everyone were stunned for a moment, but they didn't expect Murong Zheng to be so well prepared.

Murong Fu was also a little surprised, and curiosity arose in his heart, wanting to see what the **** Murong Zheng was playing.

As his voice landed, two more people walked in.

It appeared to be a couple, plainly dressed and trembling.

Song Yongsi asked, "Who are you?"

The couple quickly explained: "Go back to Jiang Tieshan, adults and children, this is Xue Que."

"It's Murong Jingyue's senior brother and senior sister. He has lived with him since he was a child, and they are like flesh and blood brothers."

"Oh? Then what evidence do you have to prove that this matter has something to do with Young Master Murong?" Song Yongsi asked.

"This, look!" Jiang Tieshan said, showing his arms to everyone.

Seeing that there were signs of abuse on his arms, everyone frowned.

"Too cruel!"

"It's scary!"

"No, Murong Fu did it, right?"

Murong Feipeng, who was clamoring before, was the first to stand up.

Pointing at Murong Fu, he said, "Murong Fu, as the head of the Murong clan, it is really abhorrent to do such a depraved thing."

"That's right, how can such cruelty be worthy of being the head of my Murong family." His father Murong Xingguo was not idle, and he also stood up and echoed.

Other clansmen who did not know where they belonged, also led by those who were interested, began to criticize.

Murong Fu asked nonchalantly, "Anything else besides these?"

"Hmph, the evidence is overwhelming, you still want to make a quibble?" Murong Zheng said.

"Sir Song, can these be counted as evidence?" Murong Fu asked indifferently.

Song Yongsi said with an ugly face: "Mr. Murong, according to the laws of the Great Song Dynasty, if there is evidence, you must first detain him and bring him to justice."

"Oh, then do you believe me?" Murong Fu asked with a smile.

Song Yongsi was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied: "Of course I am willing to believe that you are innocent."

"Haha, that's good, then, I said this matter has nothing to do with me, if you believe me, please exit the hall." Murong Fu laughed and said.