Duan Zhengming didn't understand how martial arts matters could be related to eating, but seeing that Murong Fu seemed to be uncomfortable speaking out, he said, "Mr. Murong, it's okay to say it!"
Murong Fu shook his head and sighed, remaining silent.
Duan Zhengchun was shocked, "Could it be that my nephew is hopeless?" This surprise was no small matter. He had no heirs in his life. He only had a nephew, Duan Yu, who he always treated as his own son. Moreover, the country of Dali still wanted him.
Come to inherit, how can something happen?
Murong Fu shook his head again, "It's not that it's hopeless, it's just..."
Duan Zhengchun understood immediately, and he hesitated for a while, "As long as Master Murong is willing to come to the rescue, the matter of the Six Meridians Divine Sword will be revealed, but the Master must promise not to pass on the sword scripture."
Murong Fu secretly cursed in his heart, not to mention that the value of Beiming Divine Art and Lingbo Weibu were not inferior to the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Even if I don't give you anything, what can you do to me?
However, it is still useful to keep Duan Yu now, but he can't really ignore death, so he said: "Emperor Duan, from now on, the Duan family in Dali can no longer use this matter as an excuse to embarrass the Murong family."
Duan Zhengming gritted his teeth and nodded.
But suddenly an extremely unpleasant voice came, "How qualified are these rebellious ministers and traitors to represent the Duan family of Dali!" It was Duan Yanqing.
Duan Zhengming looked unhappy, but this was not the time to argue with Duan Yanqing, and the other monks in Tianlong Temple remained silent.
Murong Fu grabbed Duan Yu's lower abdomen with one hand and lifted him into the air about two feet high.
Duan Yu said "Ah" and felt a few strands of inner breath leaving his body through his lower abdomen, making his whole body feel extremely comfortable.
After half a stick of incense, Duan Yu felt a wave of heat from Murong Fu's hand return to his lower abdomen. His Dantian was surging and swollen slightly, and he couldn't help but say: "Murong...brother, he's...back again."
Murong Fu said in a deep voice: "What you have in your body now is your own internal strength. If you feel that you can't hold it in, just let it out on your own."
Duan Yu had doubts in his heart, what does it mean to vent one or two by oneself? Suddenly his Dantian moved, and a burst of inner energy rushed out. It was the same as the situation after absorbing people's inner energy that day. Duan Yu used the mental method taught by his uncle to release the inner energy.
Incorporate into Dazhui point.
However, the inner breath was not restless after entering the Dazhui point. Instead, it entered the Jianzhen point from the Tianzong point, and then passed through the "Xiaohai", "Zhizheng", "Yanggu" and other points on the left arm, and finally reached the "Shaoze" point.
At this point, it seems as if it has encountered an obstacle and is stagnant.
Duan Yu's left arm was continuously accumulating internal energy, but there was no way forward. The meridians in his arm were slightly bulging, and veins popped out on his forehead in pain.
Duan Zhengming next to him was also horrified, but since Murong Fu had already been given treatment, he would not bother him no matter what happened in the process.
Suddenly Murong Fu put his free hand on Duan Yu's lower abdomen, and let out a cry of pain, and Duan Yu suddenly shot out a light purple energy from the little finger of his left hand.
Duan Yu trembled all over, feeling that his inner breath was flowing freely, his whole body felt comfortable, he made a few "chichi" sounds, and couldn't help but cum a few more times.
The monks in Tianlong Temple could tell that Duan Yu was wielding the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and they were extremely happy for a moment, thinking: Duan's lineage finally produced a rare genius who could not be seen in hundreds of years.
Sword training was successful!
Murong Fu put Duan Yu down and said with a slight smile: "Brother Duan! Stop shooting. If you shoot anything, you will have to pay for it!" He saw that there were several deep holes as thick as a little finger on the blue and white stone floor.
Duan Yu smiled sheepishly, but when he saw Murong Fu's face turned slightly pale and some beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, he immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Brother Murong, for saving me. I can't repay you!"
Murong Fu laughed and said, "What does it mean to repay nothing? As long as I give more gold and silver to Shenhe Village, I will repay my kindness."
Duan Yu immediately nodded and said: "Absolutely! But a little gold and silver is still not enough to repay Brother Murong for saving his life. If Brother Murong needs it in the future, Duan Yu will definitely die without mercy."
Next to him, Duan Zhengming's face darkened and he sighed secretly, "You silly Yu, what do you know? The Duan family has already devoted all their skills to the town!" But he could naturally see that Murong Fu not only worked very hard to save Duan Yu,
, and also helped him refine the Six Meridians Divine Sword. He was still a little grateful in his heart and said immediately: "Thank you, Mr. Murong, for saving my nephew."
Murong Fu waved his hand, "You're welcome!"
Wang Yuyan stepped forward to help him wipe away the sweat. Of course, the fine sweat on his forehead was forced out by Murong Fu using his internal energy. In fact, he didn't use much effort, and even his internal energy didn't consume much. He just pushed Duan Yu into his body.
The internal energy that does not belong to him is sucked out, transformed into Beiming Zhenqi, and then sent into his Dantian.
Duan Yu felt extremely sour in his heart when he saw Wang Yuyan being so intimate with Murong Fu, but he still bowed deeply and said with a slightly red face: "Young man Duan Yu, I have seen gods... and girls."
Wang Yuyan had always disliked meeting unrelated men, and she had no choice but to come here today. Now that Duan Yu was striking up a conversation for no reason, she naturally ignored him.
Duan Yu didn't feel embarrassed, he just stared at Wang Yuyan's side face with an infatuated expression.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Yu Yan, this is Young Master Duan of Dali."
Wang Yuyan then turned around and gave a gentle blessing, "I have met Mr. Duan!"
Duan Yu seemed unaware and murmured: "Yu Yan, Yu Yan...she smiles sweetly, is amiable, wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"
Duan Zhengming next to him looked embarrassed and had to turn his face away, not looking at him.
When Wang Yuyan saw the young master praising her name in front of her cousin, she looked slightly unhappy and turned back to Murong Xue.
Murong Fu looked at everyone in the Beggar Clan and bowed his hands to Qiao Feng, "I wonder what the noble men of the Beggar Clan are doing here at Yanziwu?"
One of the beggars stepped forward and said: "The deputy leader of our gang died tragically at the hands of the Gusu Murong clan. Naturally, revenge has come!" As soon as he said these words, the group of beggars immediately became furious, "Yes! Revenge! Revenge! Revenge.
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Murong Fu glanced at the person who spoke, but he was a middle-aged beggar, with tattered clothes and eight bags hanging on his body. He looked quite elegant.
Murong Fu didn't know who he was, so he asked lightly: "May I ask who you are and what position you hold in the Beggar Clan?"
A flash of pride flashed in the middle-aged beggar's eyes, and he replied loudly: "Not only Quan Guanqing, he is the helmsman of the Beggar Clan's Dazhi Branch." In the Beggar Clan, there is no one as young as him who can be more than the helmsman.
Apart from Qiao Feng, it was him, and it was inevitable that he would feel a little complacent in his heart.