Marry Wang Yuyan at the beginning

"Second, accept cooperation, high risk and high reward, and get 30 Beiliang cavalry, 30 Dan of Longya rice, and three shares of Longyuan."

Hold the grass!

This return is too high.

Murong Fu was completely dumbfounded.

The temptation of Beiming Shengong is indeed not small. It can be said that with it, the time of his invincibility in the world will be greatly advanced.

However, the rewards in the back are even more tempting. There is no need for him to say how fierce the Beiliang iron cavalry is, everyone knows it.

And this dragon tooth rice is the key.

It is a kind of natural material and earthly treasure that grows by being watered by dragon blood. It contains a lot of it, and it has become extinct in the world.

And long-term food can also increase talent and stabilize meridians, and can also improve internal strength and increase potential. The key is that there are no side effects.

Even in ancient and ancient times, it was the food that practitioners dreamed of.

Just a hundred grains can be worth a fortune.

These 30 dan, about 3000 million catties, let alone the next city, even the Song State, which is now in jeopardy, will be no problem.

Really high risk high reward ah!

As for Long Yuan, he now has five shares, and he is not in a hurry when he adds three shares and is still short of two shares.

The ratio of dragon yuan is that ten parts can be combined into one, and seven can be combined into a real dragon's yuan.

It was too far away from the real dragon's essence, and he didn't bother to forget it.

"How is it, kid?" Seeing that Murong Fu remained silent for a long time, Ding Chunqiu urged.

Wang Yuyan was worried that Shaolin Temple was in danger, and reminded: "Grandpa, then Shaolin Temple is too dangerous, so don't let your cousin go."

"Yuyan, you don't understand. Shaolin Temple is certainly dangerous, but there are many good things. The secrets brought by Bodhidharma alone are enough for me to study in my life." Ding Chunqiu laughed.

Murong Fu suddenly smiled and said: "Okay, I agree, but you have to tell me what you want."

"I won't hide it from you, I want the Yi Jin Jing from Shaolin Temple and the Great Rejuvenation Pill that can increase the skill for 60 years." Ding Chunqiu said frankly.

"What do you want Yi Jin Jing for?" Murong Fu asked curiously.

"Hehe, don't worry about this, the old man has his own use." Ding Chunqiu said pretending to be mysterious.

Murong Fu snorted coldly, and didn't bother to ask any more questions, and said: "Okay, but you can't go with you until after the martial arts contest between me and Jinlun Fawang is over."

Chapter 183: The Eighteenth Martial Arts Conference of the Twelfth Moon

"Haha, good, very good." Seeing Murong Fu agree, Ding ChunQiu smiled happily with his old eyes narrowed.

Murong Fu said: "Yu Yan, there are still some things in our old house that need to be dealt with, let's go."

"Yeah." Wang Yuyan nodded and saluted, "Grandpa, let's go back first."

"Go, go." Ding Chunqiu nodded and got up to see him off.

When several people passed by, they happened to meet Duan Yu who was researching new flowers.

Murong Fu glanced at Ding Chunqiu, if he let the old guy know, Duan Yu would be in a good mood to burn his long-dream Beiming magic skill.

"Mr. Duan, the new year is approaching soon, don't you plan to go back?"

"Um, yes, the end of the year is approaching, I should go home too." Duan Yu looked around reluctantly.

Murong Fu smiled: "If possible, next time you can invite King Zhennan to come over as a guest."

"Ah? Please daddy?" Duan Yu was startled.

Secretly wondered if his father knew about his affair with Li Qingluo, would he beat him to death, after all, the woman was a little older.

"Hehe, of course, if you invite King Zhennan to come, you might be pleasantly surprised." Murong Fu smiled slightly, but his heart was secretly refreshed.

"Okay, I'll discuss it with Qing Luo later." Duan Yu Shili said.

Murong Fu smiled, and pulled Wang Yuyan out of Mantuo Villa.

When the two went out, they happened to meet someone who came to pick Wang Yuyan back.

Naturally, without much effort, he returned to the old house.

"Cousin, we've killed a lot of people this time." Wang Yuyan couldn't help asking, smelling the fishy breath.

"Well, a lot of people died."

Murong Fu did not conceal that if he wanted to be the emperor, Wang Yuyan would definitely be the queen.

If you don't understand anything, you probably won't survive one episode.

Wang Yuyan's eyes were full of sadness, she didn't know what was on her mind.

Seeing this, Murong Fu patted her on the back and said: "Don't worry, I will properly bury those who died for my Murong family. The family will be taken care of from now on."

"En." Wang Yuyan nodded vigorously, she knew that she had to practice hard in the future to help Murong Fu.

"My lord, are you back?" Bao BuTong and others came forward to salute.

Murong Fu glanced at it, and said, "Is everything taken care of?"

"It's done. According to what you said, we dug a pool in the secret ground, and we threw all the corpses in there." Bao differently said.

"En, very good." Murong Fu praised, he was going to build a corpse pond in front of the secret place, and try to see if he could make Xiao Tong stronger.

Deng Baichuan said: "My lord, people from the imperial court came over just now and brought black iron ore and gold mine."

"Oh? I didn't expect the imperial court to be very efficient this time, please put it away." Murong Fu waved his hand, feeling a little tired physically and mentally, and was going back to his room to take a good rest.

Before leaving, it suddenly occurred to him that his brother-in-law hadn't moved yet, so he asked Jiang Zian to deliver a letter to him, and asked him to come over years ago and everyone would be lively.

The battle of Murong's old house soon spread throughout the Jianghu.

Especially the southern martial arts, all the martial arts heroes have made Murong Fuyin the leader of the southern martial arts.

"Young Master Murong has saved face for my southern martial arts, how about I suggest making him the leader of the southern martial arts?"

"This is a good idea, but logically speaking, a martial arts conference should be held."

"Okay, then on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Southern Martial Arts Conference will be held!"