Chapter Nine hundred and forty-ninth Happy Martial Arts?
Yuxiu Palace is a group of palaces located in the northwest corner of the Xixia Palace. It is adjacent to Changle Palace in the east. The decoration is not very exquisite, but it is unique, quiet, comfortable and beautiful. It is the residence of Princess Yinchuan. www.m.
It is said that the construction of the Xixia Palace was largely based on the palaces of the Tang Dynasty. Not only were the styles similar, but many of the names were also used.
Originally, according to the rules of the palace, Princess Yinchuan was supposed to move out of the palace and be given a residence to live outside the palace after she came of age. However, she was so favored by the Crown Princess that she stayed in the palace.
Today, the Yuxiu Palace was very lively, with sixty or seventy people gathered, all of them young men. If this were normal, any man who dared to break into this place at will would inevitably be imprisoned.
But today, with Princess Yinchuan calling for a son-in-law, these people can openly come to this forbidden place in the palace.
At this moment, in the main hall of Yuxiu Palace, everyone was in high spirits and well-dressed, either whispering or standing there with solemn expressions.
Of course, this is just a superficial phenomenon. In fact, almost everyone turns his eyes to those around him who are prettier or better dressed than him from time to time, with a little hostility on his face.
Among them, there are a few people who have attracted the most attention, including Duan Yu, the prince of Dali, Xiao Feng, the king of the Southern Court of Liao, Zongzan, the prince of Tubo, Zhao Fu, the prince of the Song Dynasty, and Murong Fu, who has made a great name in the martial arts of the Central Plains.
Among these people, Murong Fu had the most eyes on him. After all, although Zongzan was a prince, his appearance was really hard to compliment, while Xiao Feng, although he could be called a man, was far from handsome.
Far away, as for Zhao Fu, his face was still a little pale, and it was obvious that his injury had not recovered.
In comparison, Duan Yu has beautiful eyebrows and clear eyes, and his appearance is not far different from Murong Fu, but his temperament is completely different. Duan Yu has a strong scholarly aura and looks a bit weak, while Murong Fu has a refined aura, like a golden boy.
Coming down to earth makes people feel ashamed.
"No wonder Miss Wang is so devoted to you. Compared to you, Duan Yu is like the light of a firefly to the bright moon..." Duan Yu's eyes wandered over Murong Fu for a while, and he couldn't help but sigh sadly.
Xiao Feng, on the other hand, had a cold glint in his eyes, muscles on his face twitching, and stared at Murong Fu as if he wanted to eat someone.
Murong Fu ignored the looks of others, but when Xiao Feng looked at him like this, he was still shocked. He thought to himself, could it be because of what happened to Yeluyan that night?
After returning from Gaotai Temple that night, Yeluyan's acupuncture points had already been unlocked by themselves and he left the post house. Murong Fu was exhausted both physically and mentally that night and was seriously injured. How could he think about pursuing the matter? Could it be that Yeluyan didn't tell the truth after returning?
Tell Xiao Feng?
Murong Fu guessed this in his mind, but he was asked to explain it to Xiao Feng in person. He was still unwilling because of his arrogance, so he thought, "You can misunderstand as much as you like. You are an enemy anyway, and you have offended me.
No matter what the overall situation is, I will kill you first."
Just when everyone was getting impatient and started whispering among themselves, two maids walked out from the front of the hall.
Seeing this, everyone hurriedly stopped talking and tidied up their clothes and hairstyle without leaving any trace, hoping to leave a good first impression.
Before the two palace maids spoke, the Tubo prince snorted impatiently, "What does your princess mean by summoning us here and not letting us meet?"
The palace maid on the left was frightened by his glare and took a step back. The other palace maid was happy and fearless, smiling neither humble nor haughty, "Today is the princess's big day, so naturally she has to dress up carefully. Doesn't the prince want to see her?"
To an imperfect princess?"
When the Tubo prince heard this, even though he was furious, he could only swallow it. He was not stupid. Maybe this was the beginning of the test. If he offended the princess first, he would be asking for trouble.
In fact, the originally scheduled time was Chen Shi, but the people in the palace came in as early as Mao Shi when the palace door opened. They all had the same idea. The only exception was Murong Fu, who arrived just after Mao Shi.
"Well, a man spends at least ten years in his life wasting on women, and five of them are waiting for women to wear clothes." At this time, Murong Fu suddenly said with a chuckle.
The sound was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. This was not the result of his deliberate exertion of internal force, but the fact that everyone in the palace was attentive and ready to listen to what the palace maid was going to say next.
When the two palace maids heard this, they were both stunned and looked at Murong Fu with some curiosity.
"Then the other five years..."
"Jewel!"
The maid on the left couldn't help being curious and blurted out the question, but the maid on the right seemed to have thought of something and wanted to interrupt, but it was obviously a step too late.
"In the other five years," Murong Furuo smiled meaningfully, "of course he was waiting for the woman to take off her clothes."
As soon as these words came out, there was a period of silence in the hall, and then burst into laughter. At first, some people suppressed their laughter, but as the laughter around them thundered, they could no longer hold back and burst out laughing.
"It is rumored that Mr. Murong is an unruly man. What we saw today is indeed extraordinary."
"Yes, I heard that every time Mr. Murong appears, there are several confidantes around him. Each one of them is beautiful and fragrant, and has an alluring appearance."
"Not only that, I also heard that Mr. Murong's confidante will be replaced every once in a while. I'm afraid the immortals are nothing more than this."
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Everyone immediately started talking. Although Murong Fu's words were explicit, they were not unreasonable. For a moment, everyone looked at Murong Fu with a mixture of jealousy and a little admiration.
The prince of Tubo and the prince of the Song Dynasty both looked at Murong Fu in astonishment, thinking in their hearts, this man is really a master, and he is not as good as me.
The two little palace maids had never heard such bold and explicit words. Their cheeks turned red for a moment and they glared at Murong Fu fiercely.
In the end, the older palace maid on the right was more generous and decent. She looked Murong Fu up and down and said, "This must be the famous Mr. Murong."
"I don't dare," Murong Fu bowed his hands in a humble manner, "I am none other than Murong Fu of Gusu."
"My princess has admired the young master's name for a long time." The palace maid said something meaningful, and then turned to everyone, "Everyone, my princess may need to prepare for a while. In order to prevent you from getting bored, I specially invite you to go inside.
Let’s take a rest and take a look at the antique calligraphy and paintings collected by my princess.”
At first, everyone was quite dissatisfied when they heard that they had to prepare for a while, but after hearing the words behind them, their eyes lit up, their spirits were lifted, and they began to appreciate the antiques. Wasn't it obvious that this was a test for everyone?
In fact, except for Murong Fu, everyone present was at a loss as to how to choose Princess Yinchuan's son-in-law. Although they were full of confidence, they were actually very nervous because they didn't know what the test was going to be.
Under the greetings of the two palace ladies, everyone rushed to enter the inner hall.
Although the inner hall is smaller than the main hall in front, it is still more than enough to accommodate fifty or sixty people. The light in the hall is dim. For some reason, it is much cooler than the outer hall in this hall. The four walls are covered with scrolls and various paintings.
There are all types.
However, everyone's thoughts at the moment were not on the canvas. Instead, they looked up at a curtain at the front of the inner hall. Behind the curtain, you could vaguely see a soft cave, which must have been the princess's usual resting place.
Murong Fu looked around casually. He was not very interested in these scrolls, although there were many famous paintings in them.
In fact, he was not the only one. Most of the people present were martial arts people and not scholars. How could they be interested in any paintings, let alone appreciate them.
"Hey, look, there is a layer of murals behind these scrolls." Suddenly, a sloppy person tore open the canvas, revealing the dark stone wall behind.
Hearing this, other people also pulled apart the canvas in front of them. Sure enough, there were some strange lines carved on the stone wall. When combined, they turned out to be lifelike little people doing some weird postures.
"This seems to be a martial arts mentality." A sharp-eyed person immediately recognized that these lines corresponded to acupuncture points in the human body, and immediately associated them with martial arts secrets.
For a while, there were constant sounds of surprise and suspicion, and everyone tried to practice according to the exercise route on the wall.
When the two little palace maids saw this, they were shocked and said hurriedly, "You must not practice these martial arts secrets, otherwise you will go crazy. Stop now..."
But although the people present are not martial arts enthusiasts, they are still very happy to see the hunt, and they will not give up easily.
The two palace maids were almost crying, and had no choice but to hurriedly walk towards the small door on the side of the curtain.
Murong Fu looked intently at a mural in front of him. There was also a small figure on it, standing upside down. There were several sunken marks on his body, corresponding to acupuncture points on his body.
Murong Fu tried to exercise his Qi, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. This route of exercising Qi was somewhat similar to the Xiao Wu Xiang Gong.
Then he looked at several murals around him, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. This set of mental techniques clearly had some shadows of Xiaoyao sect's martial arts.
"Could it be the martial arts left behind by Li Qiushui?" Murong Fu speculated in his mind. Suddenly something occurred to him, and a joyful look flashed across his face, "So the Baihong Palm Power may also be here?"
Just when he was about to browse around and look for the coveted martial art of Baihong Palm, suddenly there was an exclamation from the corner of the inner hall, followed by another burst of noise.
"Hey, what happened to Brother Jin? Why did he suddenly vomit blood and fall to the ground?"
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Come and see what's wrong with him?"
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As everyone started talking, there was another falling to the ground and exclamations coming from around the four walls.
The symptoms of these people are all symptoms of rising qi and blood, retrograde meridians, and dizziness.
"Oops, these mental techniques are really evil skills. If you practice them, you will become possessed."
"I'm also a little dizzy and irritated."
"What kind of evil skill is this? How can it be so powerful?"
For a time, no matter how greedy everyone was, they did not dare to continue practicing.
"Everyone, stop practicing. The martial arts here are too profound and unpredictable. If you practice forcefully, you will only go crazy." At this time, Xiao Feng's thunderous voice sounded in the hall, making everyone's eardrums buzz.