Murong Fu was not really as stupid as a pig.
Murong Qiudi had said this, how could he not understand the meaning of the words?
In the past, even if he, Gusu Murong, had different ideas with the Murong family of Daming and their relationship was not close, he would at least maintain a friendly appearance and would not make the relationship awkward.
Now this cousin seemed to want to break the relationship between the two sides and was completely merciless.
Murong Fu did not expect that this kind of plot that happened between ordinary people who climbed up the branches and looked down on poor relatives would happen to him.
What annoyed him the most was that he, a descendant of the royal family, was actually despised as a poor relative!
He was rejected for his kindness.
Even if Murong Fu could endure it, he could not help but look gloomy when he heard Murong Qiudi’s tone.
"What does my cousin mean by calling me out?"
Murong Fu suppressed his displeasure and asked with a bad face.
I had originally thought that I could rely on this cousin to let her say a few good words for me in front of Zhang Mu.
Looking at the other party’s attitude now, this possibility seems very small.
"What do you mean? Humph, I’ll tell you straight,"
"Since the master has expressed his position, you should not dream of asking the master to accept you as a disciple in the future!"
"Don’t even think about playing the self-touching drama of visiting the thatched cottage three times, it will only annoy people!"
Murong Qiudi snorted coldly, and didn’t waste time with him, and directly told everything.
He even blocked his retreat without mercy.
She knew the Gusu Murong family too well.
The so-called three visits to the thatched cottage was exactly what the Ming Dynasty Murong family had experienced.
Both Murong Bo and Murong Fu had come to share their ambitions every few years.
But the problem was that they were particularly self-righteous and had no self-awareness.
The family only declined out of politeness, but they always thought they still had a chance.
So they came again and again to show their sincerity, thinking that they could move people.
Moreover, the more self-righteous and stupid one is Murong Fu.
He dreams of restoring his country every day.
But he doesn’t accumulate wealth or train an army. He just hangs around in the martial arts world every day.
Whether it is Dou Zhuan Xing Yi or Can He Zhi, his family martial arts can be regarded as top martial arts.
But after practicing for more than 20 years, he has only reached the late stage of the Grandmaster. He is complacent with the false name of Nan Murong in the Northern Song Dynasty, which is actually useless.
"Haha, cousin, you are so heartless and don’t take me, your cousin, seriously."
"Then there is no need for me to listen to you, right?"
"It’s my own business to find a master to become his disciple. Cousin, you are meddling too much!"
"Cousin, you think I take myself too seriously. I think you are no less serious!"
Murong Fu didn’t expect that the fig leaf he had been hiding would be ruthlessly torn apart in this situation.
I didn’t expect that the Ming Dynasty Murong family had always viewed me this way.
This made him very angry,
But even so, he couldn’t lose face, so he decisively gave Murong Qiudi a taste of his own medicine and said what he had said!
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt Murong Qiudi’s breath surge in front of him.
"Murong Fu, you have to understand that I am not discussing with you!"
Murong Qiudi’s tone was cold, and before he finished speaking, the breath of the Grand Master burst out, pressing towards Murong Fu, with murderous intent.
Murong Fu was instantly locked in by this murderous intent, unable to move,
He was shocked,
Grand Master! Another Grand Master!
As far as he knew, this weak cousin, although she knew some martial arts, her realm was at most the initial stage of innateness.
She is most famous not for her martial arts skills, but for being called one of the Nine Beauties of the World along with her eight sisters.
But how could she suddenly become so powerful now? !
Murong Fu was shocked and immediately thought of Zhang Mu,
Yes! It must be because of him that this cousin has made such rapid progress!
Just like Ling Ling Fa, just like Nangong Pushe!
Damn, if he could have this opportunity too…
Murong Fu was unwilling to give up,
But he had to bow his head under someone else’s eaves, and he didn’t care about his face at the moment,
If he didn’t admit his defeat, he would be in danger.
However, just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt the pressure on him loosen.
In a flash, an old man in gray appeared in front of him. The old man stood in front of him, separating him from the pressure of Murong Qiudi.
Looking at the old man’s bald head, Murong Fu guessed that he should be a monk.
The old monk in gray who suddenly appeared had a piece of gray cloth on his face, and he didn’t know what he really looked like.
"Who are you?"
Murong Qiudi frowned slightly, staring at the old monk in gray who suddenly appeared with a bad look.
In her impression, Gusu Murong didn’t seem to have such a powerful master.
"It doesn’t matter who I am. I just saw that you, the little girl of the Murong family, are disrespectful and domineering, so I want to discipline you on behalf of your elders."
"You must know that there are people who are better than you. Don’t think that you can do whatever you want just because you have some strength." (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
The gray-robed old monk had an old voice and reprimanded Murong Qiudi mercilessly in the tone of an elder.
This person is Murong Fu’s biological father, Murong Bo.
Recently, the news about Zuowang Bookstore and Zhang Mu has gradually spread in the martial arts world.
Of course, Murong Bo, a behind-the-scenes conspirator, has also paid attention to it.
And when he learned that his son was coming to Qixia Town, he followed him secretly out of worry.
Originally, Murong Bo did not intend to show up, but this little girl from the Ming Dynasty branch family was too much, and he could not bear it anymore.
Murong Bo claimed that he had studied the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu techniques for 20 to 30 years, and also learned the martial arts from his family.The Star-Shifting and Combining Finger and so on were also perfected.
He was a late-stage Grandmaster, so he could easily teach a little girl who had just entered the Grandmaster realm a lesson.
But man proposes, God disposes.
He didn’t expect that,
he had just said that there was always someone better than him,
and the next moment, he was slapped in the face.
As soon as he finished speaking,
on the street,
a middle-aged man selling candied haws, an old lady selling rouge, and a butcher holding a butcher knife,[]
the three of them surrounded him instantly, their auras emanating, locking him firmly.
Murong Bo was immediately shocked, because these three people were all Grandmasters, two in the middle stage, and one in the late stage.
In an instant, Murong Bo broke out in a cold sweat.
Damn, it was so careless!
I have been the sixth man for my whole life, but I didn’t expect that I would be pecked in the eye by geese while hunting geese all day long.
He couldn’t help but have the same question as Murong Qiudi just now.
Are there so many masters in the branch family of the Ming Dynasty?
However,
The three people would not give him time to think!
Seeing Murong Qiudi nod,
Almost at the same time, the three great masters attacked,
Murong Bo didn’t care about hiding his strength, and burst out instantly, starting with 90% of his strength.
Unexpectedly, none of the three people’s attacks hit Murong Bo, and suddenly they all changed their targets and hit each other on their companions.
Fortunately, they didn’t use their full strength in the first attack, and they had time to prepare, otherwise they would have lost people on the spot.
But Murong Bo seized the opportunity in this moment.
He grabbed Murong Fu and rushed out of the encirclement!
As for Feng Bo’e and Bao Bu Tong, they could not care about them.
"Turning Stars!"
Murong Qiudi recognized the moves just now, her beautiful eyes flickered, and a guess suddenly popped up in her mind.
Then, she glanced at the street and finally stopped in front of a fortune-telling stall.
There were three people there, a fortune-teller and two customers.
"You go too, catch them alive."
Murong Qiudi ordered in a cold voice.
"Yes! My Lord!"
The three people showed their aura and left in response. .
