"Don't…"

Murong Shuang wanted to stop Murong Shanshan, but the other party left without turning his head back.

She stood there and sighed heavily, but her heart was in a mess.

I hope Murong returns to take action, and I hope both families will not be too stale.

"Huh~ I haven't drunk so much, happy, happy!"

Murong Fu used Xiao Wuxianggong and vomited out all the remaining alcohol in his body.

Then, Azhu poured a basin of hot water and washed his face.

"Fulang, according to the rules, some clan elders need to see each other today. Look?" Wang Yuyan reminded.

Murong Fu shook his head: "I have recently integrated martial arts and have made new progress to practice secretly. Apart from opening my mouth to get the benefits, those old guys didn't see them any use."

"Have you made new progress in your martial arts?" Wang Yuyan said happily.

"Well, it's a pity that the Ziwei Sutra is too profound, and I will be a little confused for a while." Murong Fu had already translated the text in the sutra to Wang Yuyan, who had only a little understanding of the contents.

Both the couple were helpless.

Murong Fu actually knew in his heart that what was recorded in the scriptures was very different from the current cultivation system, and spiritual energy was mentioned many times.

As for spiritual energy, he felt it while drinking Monkey wine.

As for whether there is spiritual energy elsewhere, he doesn't know.

Anyway.

That thing is very scarce.

"Fu Lang, you can't be anxious about this matter. Step by step is the king." Wang Yuyan comforted.

"Don't worry, I know." Murong Fu smiled and explained to Wang Yuyan a few words to prepare to leave.

As soon as I saw Abi walked in with a small wine glass and joked: "Why, I didn't drink enough last night? Do you want to come back?"

"Young Master, you joke with me again." Abi's pretty face turned red when Murong Fu said and quickly retorted.

"Then what do you do with a wine glass?" Murong Fu smiled.

Abi said: "There is a servant outside the door who said that there was a wave of guests last night and put the wine glass on the solid wood table."

"Last night?" Murong Fu was stunned and turned to look at Wang Yuyan: "Who is here?"

Wang Yuyan shook her head. She was always with Murong Fu last night and didn't know about the person coming to the Nangong family.

"Where is the Shadow Secret Guard?" Murong Fu didn't say anything nonsense when he saw this, and called someone to come out to ask.

"Xiang Secret Guard Xiang Rong is here." The voice of the Shadow Secret Guard came immediately outside the Sanxi Gate.

"Who came last night?" Murong Fu asked.

"At midnight last night, a group of second-generation young men from the Nangong family came, including Nangong Jun and Nangong Jue..." Xiang Rong replied respectfully.

Murong Fu pondered: "The New Year is not here to stay at home, so I go to our mansion to grab the leftovers? Are you sure this group of people is real? I don't know where the beggars came to cheat and drink?"

Xiang Rong was stunned, took a breath, and hurriedly said, "Please forgive me, because time is too tight, we cannot confirm the authenticity."

Murong Fu pushed open the door and walked out, slowly stretched his waist and said with a smile:

"Haha, we don't know you, can Murong Shuang not know you?"

Xiang Rong wiped the cold sweat from his head awkwardly, and a smile that was even worse than crying: "Master, it's really funny."

Murong Fu laughed a few times, took the cup in his hand and observed it carefully.

The cup is the ordinary cup in Murong’s old house, at most it is more expensive than the ones on the market.

There is nothing new.

“I guess there are two possibilities for inlaying the cup into the table for no reason.

"One is showing off one's deep internal strength, and two, it seems more like a warning or provocation."

"What kind of ingredients do you think are mostly?" Murong Fu seemed to be asking Xiang Rong, and seemed to be talking to himself, fiddling with the cup in the sky a few more times.

Xiang Rong said seriously: "There is no conflict between our Murong family and the Nangong family, and they should not provoke it."

"Well, the normal logic is correct, but we all are used to stepping on the bodies of our seniors to get to the post. Maybe these people want to borrow my reputation to do something." Murong Fu handed the cup to Xiang Rong.

Xiang Rong's face suddenly became cold: "Whoever dares to disrespect his master, let them die!"

"Forget it this time, I don't want to have another next time."

Murong Fu patted Xiang Rong and handed the cup to the other party.

Then he left.

Xiang Rong slowly stood up and stared at the cup in his hand, his face suddenly changed.

"Madam, the young master seems a little unhappy." Abi asked as he looked at Murong Fu's leaving back.

"Those people named Nangong, no matter what the reason."

"Inserting the cup into the table is a provocation to our Murong family. The young master did not arrest them, which shows that he has a broad mind." Azhu explained.

"It seems to be the same!" A Bi thought about it and finally understood.

After Murong Fu left the yard, he remembered yesterday's New Year and didn't seem to see that little girl Mu Wanqing, muttering:

"I just punished her a few times recently. The little girl won't go on a hunger strike, right? Forget it, it's still early, go and see her first."

He walked towards Mu Wanqing's yard, not paying any attention, and Murong Shanshan was running out of breath not far behind him.

Because Mu Wanqing often had to accept punishment, Murong Fu arranged her yard in a quieter manner.

There are no people here on weekdays, and occasionally I can only hear the sound of the other party practicing martial arts.

Murong Fu walked up and saw the little girl practicing martial arts there.

Playing a very boring swordsmanship.

But no matter how ordinary the sword technique is, it will become extremely beautiful with Mu Wanqing's graceful figure.

Like a lotus in the water, there is no trace of carving, graceful and clear.

After watching a few moves, Murong Fu really couldn't stand it. This sword technique with many loopholes:

"stop!"

Mu Wanqing seemed a little unhappy when she saw Murong Fu coming.

He stabbed him in a disagreement.

"Little girl, do you need to be beaten again?" Murong Fu saw this and smiled indifferently, and his internal strength spread and sucked a rattan.

Fighting against Mu Wanqing.

Murong Fu's sword technique is continuous and light and agile, just like flowing clouds and water. In an instant, his whole body felt like he was covered by a light curtain.

Mu Wanqing was shocked. She had long heard that Gusu Murong's martial arts were profound and that the various schools and sects knew everything about their kung fu, but she did not expect that the sword technique was as exquisite as this.

But before she could react, a black shadow flew past.

A severe pain came from his butt.

"Ba!" "Ba!" "Ba!"

There were a few more crisp sounds, and the little girl blushed and threw the long sword in her hand to the ground: "Don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore. You can bully me because of your high martial arts skills."
Chapter completed!