Yanziwu, Murong Mansion, rockeries, flowing water, withered buildings and painted buildings.
Outside room, living room.
Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu sat opposite each other, sipping tea and chatting, while Abi served them wholeheartedly, adding tea and water from time to time, and bringing exquisite snacks, melons and fruits.
"Bah, bah, bah!" the little yellow cat ate happily.
Wang Yuyan glanced at it twice and stopped paying attention. No male creature was allowed to enter Mantuo Villa, not even a male cat.
"Cousin, how have you been practicing your martial arts recently? I just memorized the Beggar Clan's dog-beating stick technique a few days ago. Do you want to write it down for you to read?" Wang Yuyan said with a smile, with a little pride in her tone.
An ordinary person memorizes a thick book of martial arts secrets, which contains all kinds of incomprehensible power and move changes. It is indeed very powerful.
Murong Fu nodded, took a deep look at her, and said: "I suddenly realized recently that the art of martial arts is more important than mastery, and being knowledgeable but not masterful is a taboo in martial arts battles, so my cousin doesn't have to work hard to memorize these things in the future. "
Wang Yuyan was stunned. How could she have anything in common with her cousin in the future? What excuse are you looking for to get closer?
"By the way, cousin, what you told me before made sense. Things in this world should never be limited to martial arts.
I remember that your family's "Langhuan Jade Cave" has collected a lot of collections of classics and history, as well as unique classics. I will send someone to borrow them when I have time. If I don't understand something, please ask my cousin to correct me. Murong Fu continued.
Wang Yuyan was overjoyed when she heard that she had a photographic memory, and her mother was very concerned about it. She could only read at home in her free time. If it weren't for her cousin, she wouldn't be interested in martial arts at all.
If the cousin is Congwen, they will have more topics to talk about, and their marriage will not be boring in the future.
Looking carefully at her cousin's handsome face, Wang Yuyan blushed.
What will your children be called in the future?
Noticing that his cousin was in a daze, Murong Fu picked up the tea cup and stopped talking.
After practicing hard for many days, it is undoubtedly a pleasant thing to chat with a girl who is as beautiful as a flower and who has always admired me. No matter what she does or says, or even treats her badly, she will always find reasons to convince herself.
interesting.
After a while, Wang Yuyan noticed that she was rude and her pretty face turned redder.
"Cousin, cousin, I have read the history books and found that the great achievements of the Murong family that year were actually a coincidence. It does not mean that you can take advantage of the situation as long as the world is in chaos. You must also take into account the power of other people.
You know, if you are surrounded by a large army, even if you have peerless martial arts, you will not be able to survive. "
Murong Fu frowned. In the past, in order to show off in front of a beautiful girl like himself, he talked too much, which was not good.
"Cousin, nothing will happen unless things are kept secret!"
Wang Yuyan was shocked when she heard her cousin's solemn tone. Thinking back on what she saw and heard in this moment, her cousin seemed to have changed a lot.
Calm, confident, and connotative, such an outstanding man will undoubtedly attract her more.
"Cousin, Yuyan will never tell anyone about this matter even if she dies!" the girl said seriously with a small face.
Murong Fu smiled and shook his head: "That's not necessary. My cousin's life is more important than anything else. If the matter is leaked, the worst we can do is live abroad."
"Cousin~" the girl said lovingly.
At this moment, Wang Yuyan felt that her heart was so moved that her heart was blooming. If given the chance, she was willing to sacrifice everything for her cousin.
…
Two hours later, Wang Yuyan reluctantly left.
The upbringing in Mantuo Villa was very strict. If she stayed for a while longer, her mother might come over and scold her.
I don’t know why, but the elder in the family once said that my mother used to be gentle and elegant, but now she has become a shrew. What she said most often is: all men in the world are heartless.
Daddy didn't do anything to feel sorry for her.
…
After his cousin left, Murong Fu picked up his tea cup and fell into deep thought.
Everyone can tell that his cousin is attracted to him. However, if you want to be a king, the position of wives and concubines has a lot of room for maneuver, and they may be able to add some assistance to you.
Which one of Liu Bang and Li Shimin did not have a virtuous wife?
Wang Yuyan is quite capable, but she is too obedient and listens too much to her aunt. And that aunt is arrogant and looks down on men, let alone the Murong family. She will definitely become a hindrance to her great career in the future.
After thinking carefully for a while, Murong Fu felt something was wrong.
According to his understanding, his uncle did not feel sorry for his aunt in any way and left her such a large business before his death. But why does my aunt keep saying that all men in the world are heartless?
Could it be...
After frowning and guessing for a while, Murong Fu turned to the girl next to him who had been serving him happily.
"Abi, when the next time Mantuo Villa goes shopping, you ask Deng Baichuan to catch Lao Dongdong, who is serving my aunt, and ask her if she has been in contact with other men before?"
Abi was stunned and extremely surprised: "Master, are you doubtful?"
Murong Fu picked up the teacup and said calmly: "If you check it out, it will become clear. Just like you know everything about me, that old man must also know about my aunt's past."
"Yes!" Abi would never refuse any of the young master's orders.
Thinking of his aunt's face that was no different from his cousin's, the charm that had grown over the years, and her fierce and cold attitude toward men, a trace of amusement appeared on Murong Fu's face.
She doesn't want the Wang family to know about the things she did, right?
The little yellow cat lying down next to him widened his eyes:? ? ?
Good guy, you are more yellow than me!
…
Another month passed, and Deng Baichuan was leisurely walking on the lotus pond in a boat, although he was a little dissatisfied with the young master for stopping all Murong's business outside of Suzhou and Hangzhou.
But these days, they are much more relaxed than before.
Suhang was originally the headquarters of the Murong family. It had been in business for six hundred years. Whether they were in official circles or gangs, almost everyone knew them, and doing things was almost a breeze.
There, like other places outside, people pay homage to mountains and give gifts. In serious cases, they have to compete with each other. Sometimes they might even get injured if they meet a master.
These days are getting more and more promising.
Halfway through.
"Swish, swish, swish~" There seemed to be the sound of swords waving in the distance.
As the number one martial artist in Jiangnan, Deng Baichuan had deep internal strength and was naturally very interested in martial arts. Besides, currently in the Murong family, he is the oldest and has the highest martial arts skills. Where can he not go?
The boat turned around and headed towards that place. A moment later, he saw Murong Fu in a sky blue robe practicing his sword on the shore.
The basic swordsmanship is combined with the various moves of Dragon City swordsmanship in the young man's hands, such as whipping with clouds, stabbing with point collapse, cutting with twists and cuts, provoking, hanging and washing. Big river waves.
For a moment, it was like a breeze blowing a bell, and the sound of the sword was clear and crisp. Then a strong wind blew, and the sharp sword cut through the air and made a swishing sound.
In a radius of three feet and a height of about ten feet, there are all young and vigorous figures, like dragons soaring in the hidden mist. Looking left and right, you can see the head but not the tail.
After a while, thousands of sword lights were floating like the wind, filled with murderous intent and a myriad of phenomena.
Deng Baichuan was fascinated by what he saw, and his expression was in a daze.
When he came back to his senses, he saw that the young man was standing with his sword on his back, raising his head and looking into the distance, as if he was a banished immortal who was homesick for his hometown and looking towards the heaven in the distance. The corners of his robe were lightly fluttering and fluttering like an immortal.
After hesitating for a while, Deng Baichuan trotted forward and bent down to greet you: "Master, I didn't know that you were practicing sword practice, and I accidentally peeked in. Please forgive me, Master!"
Murong Fu said calmly: "It's an unintentional mistake, what's the crime?
Besides, you should also know about the contribution system that Abi is considering. With Brother Deng’s contribution, you can exchange for the unique skills of my Murong family. "
Deng Baichuan was shocked: "Master?"
"I said, you are not guilty!" Murong Fu casually threw the sword in his hand, and there was a sword sound, and the sword was inserted into the scabbard hanging on the tree in the distance.
Deng Baichuan was silent for a while, and seemed to feel that the young master was not being sarcastic, so he continued: "Sir, my subordinates have inquired clearly about what you have ordered. Before Mrs. Wang married into the Wang family, she was familiar with a handsome young master. We have a very deep relationship and have even gotten along with each other personally.”
Murong Fu was stunned, he really guessed it right.
"What is your name?"
"Duan Zhengchun!"
"The surname is Duan? What does it have to do with the Duan family in Dali?" Murong Fu asked curiously.
"He is the younger brother of Duan Zhengming, the current emperor of Dali. Duan Zhengchun is also in charge of all the armies of the Duan family. He has great power and is said to be good at martial arts. He should not be inferior to me." Deng Baichuan replied.
Murong Fu pondered for a while and waved his hand: "Okay, I understand. From now on, Brother Deng will continue to cooperate with A'Zhu in collecting intelligence."
"Yes!" After Deng Baichuan agreed, he did not back down and hesitated to speak.
Just as he was about to go back to see if Abi had taken good care of Le Ye, Murong Fu felt a little strange.
"Brother Deng, is there anything else?"
Deng Baichuan quickly clasped his fists and bowed: "Master, you are the king, and ministers are ministers. You'd better call me Baichuan from now on.
In addition, I have a son who is young and can be used. I hope he can join the training given by you. "
Murong Fu looked at him deeply and replied: "Okay."
Deng Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief and made amends before it was too late.
"Thank you, Master!"
Instead of paying attention to his men who left in a hurry, Murong Fu imitated his father, standing with his hands behind his hands, staring at the sky in the distance, which was as blue as the sea and filled with white clouds.
A smart person knows the current affairs.
…
Yanziwu, training room.
Chen Fei is trying to recite Murong's family motto and a lot of literary knowledge. According to the old guy who teaches, passing or excelling in each exam represents a different level of contribution.
Contribution can be exchanged for everything in the Murong family, including food and drink, money, martial arts, and even power and status.
"Stop a moment, the young master will come to visit you later. Please behave well and don't lose my face!" the old teacher came in and said loudly.
In an instant, the classroom fell silent.
During these days, the old teacher relied on the stick in his hand to persuade people with reason and trained them well.
After a while, a handsome young man came into the classroom. He was gentle and gentle, and his words were unhurried but deeply rooted in people's hearts.
He didn't say much, but Chen Fei remembered one sentence: Study hard. In the future, you will not only have food and drink, but also be rich and capable. You will also be able to marry a wife who will give you a fat son and continue the family line!
Huh, this young master looks down on people. He will have two fat sons in the future! Well, we have to add two girls, Chen Fei thought to himself.
After the young master left, each of them directly added a contribution point, and they suddenly cheered, shouting "Long live the young master!"
You know, in the Murong family, a contribution can be exchanged for one tael of silver!
During the lunch break, all the students went to the cafeteria for extra meals. The way to practice martial arts is to refine and transform qi, and if you don't eat more good food, there will be only one result in the end: five fatigues and three exhaustions.
Five strains: strain on the five internal organs of the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and "three deficiencies": namely, qi deficiency, blood deficiency, and kidney deficiency.
Chen Fei walked out of Yanziwu and arrived at the shore of Taihu Lake. He took out his fishing gear from a hidden place and started fishing with an earthworm.
After a while, the water rippled in the pool dug at the same time, obviously harvesting a lot.
With his fishing skills, he would have been better off alone in the wild. However, all the lakes and ponds outside Suzhou are owned by Yuanwaiguan. Some of them specifically state that fishing is prohibited, while others will confiscate your fish and beat you if you catch it.
Isn’t this bullying an honest person?
Fortunately, this area belongs to Yanziwu, so no one cares how many fish he catches for dinner.
After a while, Chen Fei started a fire with flint, took out a stone bowl and began to cook the prepared fish. Among them was a Taihu white fish, just add a little salt, it was extremely delicious.
"Meow~" Suddenly, a little yellow cat ran over and stared into the pot with embarrassing eyes.
Chen Fei frowned. It seemed to be very similar to the civet statue in the center of Yanziwu. It should be the cat raised by the master.
But what does it have to do with him? Where is the cat when I don’t even have enough to eat?
"Let's go, let's go!" the young man said casually.
The little yellow cat grinned and bared its teeth: "Wow!"
Super fierce!
"Hey!" Chen Fei laughed in anger. He was just a kitten, how dare he show his teeth?
"If the tiger doesn't show off its power, do you think I'm a sick cat?"
With that said, Chen Fei put on the tiger-crouching posture of Song Taizu's long fist and shouted: "Little kitty, take my punch!"
"Bang!" After one move, the boy was directly knocked into the mud next to him and couldn't pull it out for a long time.
juvenile:? ? ?
Mom, come out and see the monsters!
Then the young man watched helplessly as his fish was eaten up by the bandit cat in one mouthful, without even a morsel of soup or a single fish bone left for him.
After eating, the cat even came over and patted him on the head, squinting his eyes and feeling very satisfied.
With a final meow, the little yellow cat walked away gracefully, as if it didn't recognize its relatives.
Chen Fei:......
After a long time, the young man pulled his body out of the mud and went to the stone bowl, wanting to cry but without tears.
What's going on in this world? Even if he was bullied by an old man, he was bullied by a cat?
"Huh?" Chen Fei picked up a crystal golden hair from the pot, looked at it carefully, and was a little surprised.
The moment I picked up the hair, I felt a chill in my head. Even the knowledge that I couldn't understand or remember in the past suddenly came to mind, and I gained a new understanding.
Moreover, this hair seems to have a strange power. My body seems to be constantly influxed by this power, and I feel full of energy anytime and anywhere.
this……
This is not a robber cat, it is simply Grandpa Cat!
Without hesitation, Chen Fei knelt down directly on the ground, kowtowed three times in the direction of Grandpa Cat, and then carefully placed the golden thread in his arms.
With this, his future goal has changed: to give birth to ten or eight fat boys in the future!
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