Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Bo looked deeply at Murong Fu who was saluting him, helped him up, held his shoulders with both hands, and said: "My good son, you have grown up."

"Dad, it's so hard for you to lie to me."

The blood love cannot be expressed in words. Even if Murong Fu is not the original 'Murong Fu', he still has an indescribable respect for Murong Bo.

"Hey, Fu'er, listen to dad explain to you." Murong Bo sighed and sat on the chair.

Murong Fu smiled and closed the door.

She took Wang Yuyan and sat aside, listening to Murong Bo's story about the past.

Except for some minor differences, it is basically the same as the story in "Dragon Babu".

In order to restore the country, the cheap dad tried his best to cause trouble and cause civil strife in Song Dynasty.

It is a pity that after countless things have been done, the Song Dynasty is still intact, and it still behaves as it should.

Not as fast as Murong Fu's new year.

It can only be said that the destiny of the country is not something that a mere mortal can shake.

"Eunuch, the Song Kingdom is in chaos now, do you plan to go back?"

Wang Yuyan glanced at Murong Fu and asked the question Murong Fu wanted to ask.

"I do want to go back, but there are some things I haven't done." Murong Bo was silent for a few moments and said in a deep voice.

"Dad, the people who have been harmed by the [Powerful Vajra Palm] in the world recently were not your fault, right?"

When Murong Fu heard this, he couldn't help but feel a sudden rush in his heart. The reputation he had accumulated so much must not be destroyed because of this trivial matter.

Fortunately, Murong Bo's words made him feel relieved.

"Of course not." Murong Bo shook his head and explained: "Last time you sent someone to ask for silver from Xuan Ci, my father naturally understands the meaning."

"So, since then, my father has lived in seclusion and been an honest monk in the temple all day long, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name."

Murong Fu had tears in his eyes and excitedly took Murong Bo's hand and said:

"Dad, that's great."

"It's all because of the child's unfilial piety, which makes you, at your age, still have to work hard for the family. Why don't you go home with the child this time and take a good rest."

When Murong Bo heard Murong Fu's affectionate words, his tough eyes became much gentler:

"We can't do it for the time being. My father found out that there seems to be a big secret in the Shaolin Temple."

"If this secret is made public, the world, no, not just the world, will be in chaos."

"When the time comes, with your current prestige, you can raise your arms and shout loudly to restore the country for my Murong family."

I wipe.

Murong Fu looked at his biological father speechlessly.

He is really an old man who has great ambitions.

In his late sixties, he still wants to play a role.

It's just that he really doesn't need it.

Even if you don't do anything now, you just need to stock up on food and consolidate the city until the time comes.

Naturally, we can raise our arms and shout to win the land of Song Dynasty.

If you are lucky, you may take the opportunity to annex Dali.

He wanted to shout: Dad, go home, I will restore the country soon, don't waste your son's popularity with others.

However, seeing Murong Bo's determined look, he knew that it would be useless to talk too much, as it was impossible for the other party to go back.

As for the secret in Murong Bo's mouth.

Murong Fu really had no desire to know at all.

On Mount Huashan, he already knew that there were some treasures left by practitioners in this world.

The [Jin Ping Mei] in his hand is naturally the same.

Also, the [Jade Pendant of Heaven, Earth and Humanity] that Zhu Faqing wants to collect is probably also a treasure left over from ancient times.

It was probably his father who found some treasure.

After thinking about it, I stopped trying to persuade him, I just asked him to pay attention to his safety.

In the future, when the country is restored, he will also crown himself.

"By the way, dad, you should know who is harming people this time?"

Murong Bo pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "Logically speaking, I am in the Shaolin Temple."

"I observed many people, but I didn't find anyone acting suspiciously."

"I can only conclude that this person is definitely not an eminent monk of Xuan's generation."

"What about other eminent monks?" Murong Fu asked.

Murong Bo shook his head: "There are too many masters hidden in the Shaolin Temple."

"My father was just trying to protect himself in the temple. I don't know who did it."

"but…"

"But what?" Murong Fu asked curiously, feeling that Murong Bo had some clues.

"However, that person's murder is not traceable."

"The people he killed, on the surface, were all unrelated people from different sects."

"But I know that they are more or less connected with the devil and the underworld."

Murong Fu instantly understood that what the other party was really targeting was not as simple as it seemed.

"It seems that there is something hidden in this."

While father and son were having a heart-to-heart talk, there seemed to be slight footsteps outside the door, walking towards Murong Fu's room.

Murong Bo said: "It seems that someone is looking for you."

"Well, it's Ding Chunqiu."

Murong Fu nodded, guessing that the person coming must be "Xingxu Old Immortal" Ding Chunqiu.

Murong Bo said disdainfully: "Humph, it turns out it's him."

Sure enough, Ding Chunqiu's voice came out after a while:

"Haha, my good grandson-in-law, are you asleep?"

Murong Fu glanced at Murong Bo, who hid without saying a word.

He stepped forward to open the door and said, "Haha, why is the old immortal here?"

"I plan to invite you to visit Shaolin Temple at night and take a look at its Medicine King Hall."

Murong Fu was stunned and admired Ding Chunqiu's boldness: "Are you planning to steal the big pill and return it tonight?"

"Haha, it's not stealing, it's robbing!" Ding Chunqiu sneered.

"That's right. Anyway, in your Xingxiu faction, some insignificant people died."

"For you, it's not worth avenging them." Murong Fu chuckled.

Ding Chunqiu shook his head and said proudly: "Those of my men were not beaten to death by monks from the Shaolin Temple."

Murong Fu suddenly realized that in order to find an excuse, Ding Chunqiu entered the Shaolin Temple.

He killed his own men.

This move is indeed very clever, I even said "admire" twice.

"What, can you come with me and take a look?" Ding Chunqiu asked.

Murong Fu had a mission, so he naturally went and said:

"Okay, you go out first and wait for me. I will explain a few words to Yuyan."

Ding Chunqiu nodded: "It's not peaceful in the temple today. You'd better tell me and don't let my granddaughter get hurt."

"Don't worry." Murong Fu said to the place where Murong Bo was hiding after Ding Chunqiu went out.

"Father, don't leave yet. Take care of Yuyan for me."

"Go ahead, my father is hiding outside the door, waiting for you to come back before leaving." Murong Bo did not show up.

Just answered in a low voice.

Murong Fu saluted Murong Bo and told Wang Yuyan a few words.

Quickly walk out of the door.

He and Ding Chunqiu headed towards the Medicine King Palace.

After the two left, Murong Bo also told Wang Yuyan a few words and left the room without missing a trace.

In the entire room, Wang Yuyan was the only one left, sitting by the bed practicing [Small Wuxiang Kung Fu].

Fortunately, it was precisely because of Murong Bo's existence that she escaped.