Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

At this moment, Duan Lang fell into deep thought.

The words Murong Fu emphasized and repeated just now were like a heavy hammer in his heart!

What do you want to do? What do you want to achieve?

Restoring my father's glory...is that all?

For a moment, Duan Lang couldn't help but look a little confused.

At this moment, Murong Fu's eyes flashed with light, and his voice was still calm and unfathomable: "Young Hero Duanlang, I understand your ideals and pursuits."

"If I can help you bring the Duan family's reputation back to its peak, will you be willing to accept my help?"

Duan Lang was obviously shocked by Murong Fu's proposal. His expression gradually became complicated after the shock, and his voice stuttered: "You...are you willing to help me?"

Murong Fu smiled slightly, showing his mature and steady demeanor: "It's just a trivial matter that can be easily grasped, so why bother talking about it."

Duanlang was filled with doubts. There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes, and he asked hastily: "Why do you help me? What do you want in exchange?"

Murong Fu's eyes did not waver at all, as if everything was under his control: "As for the exchange, I will ask for payment when you can afford it."

"Now, all you need to care about is what you want to achieve."

There was a hint of inner uneasiness in Duan Lang's eyes, and his voice was low, almost to himself: "What is your purpose?"

Murong Fu's eyes hardened slightly, and his voice also deepened: "What I pursue is no different from yours."

"In this stormy world, we each have our own pursuits and desires."

"You want revenge, and I have my own goals."

"Although our goals are different, we can move forward together on the road."

Hearing this, Duan Lang couldn't help but ponder for a moment, then nodded slowly, his voice firm: "In that case, I, Duan Lang, am willing to cooperate with you."

The faint smile appeared on the corner of Murong Fu's mouth again, and his eyes were bright and deep: "Then, from today on, we are the same people."

Duan Lang wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Murong Fu's next sentence: "It seems it's getting late, young hero, you should go back and rest early."

There was a trace of disappointment and helplessness in Duan Lang's eyes. He slowly stood up and saluted Murong Fu: "In this case, I will take my leave."

Murong Fu nodded and walked to the door, watching Duan Lang's back gradually disappear into the night.

Back in the room, Murong Fu's eyes became dark. He seemed to be thinking about something and planning something.

He knew that cooperation with Duan Lang was just a means, a means to achieve his own ends.

He wanted to return to his own world, and he wanted to leave this stormy world full of blood and violence.

But he also knows that none of this will be easy. He must push all the causes and effects to find the door to his own world.

Soon, Duan Lang left the inn where Murong Fu stayed, his heart full of doubts and confusion, but the road under his feet naturally led him towards the dark alley.

And not for a long time.

Murong Fu was sitting in his study, the book in his hand having already been dropped.

His eyes were staring at the night outside the window, but in his ears he could vaguely hear the sword energy mixed with the sound of the wind.

Suddenly, the sound of flashing sword shadows broke the silence of the night.

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed and he immediately stood at the window.

That direction is exactly the direction Duanlang left.

Murong Fu's eyes were sharp, and he seemed to be able to see everything in the alley through the layers of buildings.

Duanlang was besieged by several men in black. Although his swordsmanship was superb, the opponent's strength was obviously extraordinary, and he was defeated step by step.

There was a hint of coldness in Murong Fu's eyes, and his voice was low: "These people dare to attack at the door of my house. It seems that they should not be taken lightly."

He noticed that Duanlang had gradually fallen into a disadvantage. The swordsmanship of those men in black was strange, and they were obviously masters with extraordinary skills.

Murong Fu's eyes moved slightly, and he quietly walked to the door, took out a hidden weapon in his hand, and threw it lightly.

The hidden weapon flew out and headed straight for the group of men in black.

Murong Fu did not immediately come to rescue him. He just wanted to take this opportunity to see clearly what kind of enemies Duan Lang encountered and their intentions.

His eyes were still sharp, as if he could see through everything.

Murong Fu's eyes were fixed on the movements of the group of men in black, and he soon discovered the clues.

He frowned slightly and whispered, "Wushuang City? There must be something fishy about this."

The people from Wushuang City suddenly appeared here and attacked Duanlang. There must be some deep-seated reason for this.

Murong Fu didn't hesitate any longer. In a flash, he floated out of the window and floated down.

In the alley under the moonlight, sword light flashed, Duan Lang had been forced into a corner, and dangers abounded.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. Murong Fu swung his long sword and instantly fought back a man in black.

"How dare people from Wushuang City run wild here!" Murong Fu's voice was cold and filled with unquestionable majesty.

Those men in black obviously did not expect Murong Fu to appear, and their expressions changed.

One of them snorted coldly, but did not flinch and started to fight with Murong Fu.

During the flurry of sword light, Murong Fu showed off his superb swordsmanship, and in a short time he drove away all the assassins, leaving only a few fallen bodies on the ground.

Duan Lang was covered in cold sweat, sitting on the ground with a pale face.

His voice trembled as he murmured to himself: "Who are these people... sent by? What grudge does Wushuang City have against my Duan Family?"

Murong Fu stood beside Duan Lang with deep eyes.

But he understood in his heart that the people from Wushuang City did not come here to break up their family, but had other purposes.

Murong Fu stood beside the fallen assassins and said in a calm voice: "These people are the subordinates of Dugu Ming, the son of Dugu Ming, the lord of Wushuang City."

Duan Lang's eyes lit up, and then he showed a puzzled look and asked, "How do you know?"

Murong Fu did not answer, but smiled slightly, waved his right hand lightly, and made a searching gesture.

Duan Lang understood what Murong Fu meant and began to search carefully on the assassins.

He moved very carefully, as if he was afraid of missing some important clues.

After a while, Duanlang held a token in his hand, with a surprised expression on his face: "This is... the token of Dugu City!"

Murong Fu's expression did not change at all, and he just said lightly: "That's right. Behind these people, there is the shadow of Dugu Ming."

Anger arose in Duan Lang's heart, but he also knew that now was not the time to get angry.

He looked at Murong Fu with a hint of respect in his eyes: "Brother Murong, you really have a unique vision. Thanks to you this time."