Yanziwu, the entrance.
"Miss Abi, really, believe me, your family took my painting away, and it's in his hand now!" Duan Yu stepped forward and said anxiously.
The fairy has become a wife, and now he only has one painting for comfort. If the painting is gone, he can only go back to see his sisters: Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling.
Abi looked at the boy's sincere expression, then looked at Xiao Fei and the little yellow cat, her eyes wandering, and she could tell what happened just by thinking about it.
"Take your hands out!" Abi said seriously.
Chen Fei weighed his shoulders.
"Meow~"
Done!
Chen Fei breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hands, but there was nothing on them.
Duan Yu was dumbfounded, stepped forward and looked up and down carefully, and then directly groped this guy up and down.
"Where's my painting? Where's my big painting?"
"Hiccup~" The little yellow cat burped, his little ears moved, and he quickly shut up.
"Master Le!" Abijiao said angrily. She became Mrs. Murong, and the girl became a little more charming.
The little yellow cat stood up quickly, feeling confident and confident.
"Wow!"
snort! Dare you doubt me, Mr. Le! It’s just a painting, can’t I afford it? I want to punish you!
Look at my famous secret skills, my twin peaks penetrate my ears!
With a roar, Miao Le dived directly into Abi's arms.
Judging by the time, after a while, he should be able to directly supplement his nutrition, which is great.
Abi's pretty face turned red, this scumbag cat attacked Sister Yuyan yesterday.
Duan Yu and Chen Fei looked at each other, their expressions were self-evident and everyone understood.
Mad, why am I not a cat?
"Hmm~ Mr. Duan, you are a guest. Since you lost something in our Yanziwu, we are willing to compensate you for the original price.
If what you lost is an ancient painting, you can tell who made the painting, and we will compensate you for a suitable price, or a famous painting of similar value.
If it were painted by someone today, our Murong family would be willing to pay someone to make another painting. "Abi said apologetically.
In today's world, there is almost nothing the Murong family wants to do that cannot be accomplished. Don't you like money or martial arts? Is there anyone who doesn't like aphrodisiacs or elixirs?
Duan Yu looked flattering. He couldn't say it was the body art painting of your Murong wife, right? After hesitating for a moment, he had no choice but to say: "It's just what I did on a daily basis, it's not worth much."
Abi looked at the two people suspiciously, feeling that something was wrong.
"Xiao Fei, go to the accountant and pay one hundred taels as compensation to Mr. Duan."
"Yes, Mrs. Abi!" Chen Fei said quickly, then took Duan Yu and ran away.
Now they are just grasshoppers in the same boat. Although he only takes a look at the painting, if it comes out, everyone will finish it together.
As for Le Ye, he is the little ancestor and the oldest in the Murong family. He can do whatever he wants and play whatever he wants. Who dares to punish him?
Hey, if he has a chance in his next life, he will also be a cat!
.......
On the shore of Taihu Lake, the waves are gentle and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
Duan Yu sat on a rock and stared at the lake in a daze. He was free, but the fairy sister could no longer be with him every day. He suddenly felt that living was meaningless.
As for being like his father, secretly having fun with other people's wives, he would never be able to do it.
A gentleman has something to do and something not to do!
Chen Fei was fishing nearby with a fishing rod. From time to time, various birds came to send messages, including pigeons, sparrows, and eagles. The birds sang rhythmically, and some even brought letters.
When he received the letter, he wrote a "reading" calligraphy on it, with the pen drawn like a dragon and a snake, and the iron drawn with a silver hook. Apparently, he wrote this character countless times.
The tiger king was lying on the grass behind, and several tiger cubs were playing and playing on him, biting his tail from time to time. The King Tiger's tail sways gently, and sometimes with a little more force, he can throw the little tigers as far as they want.
Suddenly, the Tubo Imperial Master walked slowly from a distance, his expression dull and muttering to himself.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"Hahaha, it turns out this is a heavenly being! Am I wrong? I'm right! I'm wrong, am I going the wrong way?"
Walking, walking, Jiumozhi actually walked directly into the water.
After a while.
"Gulu, Gulu~"
Duan Yu and the other two were dumbfounded, were they so shocked that they went crazy? Or become a Buddha and ascend to heaven?
Duan Yu has been pampered since he was a child. Wherever there is water, he can only watch anxiously from the shore, while Chen Fei jumped directly.
Guests of the Murong family have no choice but to die outside!
"Gulu, Gulu~" After a moment, there was no ripple in the water.
Duan Yu:......
After a moment of confusion, the young man was about to go back to the village to find someone. As soon as he turned around, the Tiger King actually stopped him.
"Roar~" Then, his paw pointed at the fishing rod.
Duan Yu scratched his head: "Tiger King, do you want me to catch them with a fishing rod? But in the vast waves, I can't find their location?"
"Ho ho~" Tiger King pointed to the fish basket next to him.
Xiaofei is slipping, you fish for my baby!
Duan Yu:???
…
Yanziwu, inner room.
After entertaining the guests and leaving with satisfaction, Murong Fu felt as if he was lost.
His father is gone, and from now on there is no one to teach him or guide him.
Fortunately, he now has the opportunity to pass on the methods his father taught him to his children.
Thinking of his two wives and the magical little life in his belly, Murong Fu's dull soul suddenly felt a deeper feeling.
The Murong family has a daughter-in-law!
"Cuckoo, Cuckoo~" A black pigeon flew in.
Murong Fu stretched out his hand, and the letter at the pigeon's feet instantly flew into his hand.
Black Pigeon's dark eyes rolled and jumped to Abi's shoulder.
"Gugu~"
Abi patted her little head lovingly, took out a Qiling Pill from her waist, and fed it to her mouth.
The black pigeon flapped its wings happily.
"Gu, Gu Gu~"
Murong Fu frowned as he read the contents of the letter.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Murong Fu said calmly: "It's nothing. Recently, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan, Ma Dayuan, and a senior monk of the Shaolin Sect died at the hands of their own famous stunts.
Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan who is as famous as me, is gathering people outside Suzhou City and wants to seek an explanation from me.
In addition, a large number of people from Xixia Yipintang also came near Suzhou, with unknown motives. "
Wang Yuyan blinked: "Husband, haven't you been with us these days? Could it be that your martial arts has reached the point where you can hurt people from thousands of miles away?"
Murong Fu:......
What Le Ye said about being pregnant for three years seems to be true.
Last time Mr. Le came to ask for milk, this silly girl squeezed it for a long time, and even asked her with a sad face why she didn't have it, when other people had it.
I also asked if we should find a few wet nurses in advance to ensure that the children don't starve.
"Pfft~" Abi laughed: "Sister, if the young master has this ability, what is the difference between him and an immortal? It must be framed by others."
Wang Yuyan's pretty face turned red, and she quickly stepped forward and grabbed the soft flesh of Abi's waist: "Uh-huh, I'll teach you how to make fun of me."
"Ah~ Master, my cousin murdered my concubine and caused trouble in the backyard!" Abi said delicately.
Delicate and beautiful like a flower, spreading brilliantly.
Murong Fu suddenly found it pleasing to the eye and no longer cared about the beggar gang.
With his current strength and a little help from Le Ye, he has nothing to fear whether it is frame-up, framing or any conspiracy.
The Murong family is no longer the Murong family that could only shrink into a corner before.
…
On the outskirts of Suzhou, in the apricot forest, the Beggar Clan is divided into righteousness.
Bao BuTong was blocking the door of the house and shouted loudly: "What do you mean by the Beggar Clan? Do you want to summon so many people here to fight with our Murong family?
I'm not exaggerating. With your strength, if the master gives you three hundred moves, I'm afraid you won't be able to defeat the enemy in one round! "
Everyone in the Beggar Clan glared angrily, but no one came forward. The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, Nan Sword Immortal's achievements in these years are really terrifying.
At this moment, a big man came in from the door, and two cold eyes flashed on his face twice.
This man is very tall, in his thirties, wearing an old gray cloth robe that is slightly tattered. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth. He has a square face with a Chinese character, which is quite weathered. As he looks around, Very powerful.
When the members of the Beggar Clan saw the visitor, they were immediately overjoyed. They all bowed and saluted, and loudly said: "Subordinates, please see the leader."
Soldiers versus soldiers, generals versus generals, just have the backbone.
Qiao Feng cupped his fists and said, "Hello, brothers."
Mr. Bao San still looked arrogant and said, "Well, is this the leader of the Beggar Clan, Qiao? Brother Bao is different. You must have heard my name."
Qiao Feng said: "It turns out to be Mr. Bao San. I have admired his reputation for a long time. It is a great blessing to meet him today."
Bao BuTong said: "No, no! What reputation do I have? I do have a bad name in the world. Everyone knows that Bao BuTong has been causing trouble all my life and hurting people with my words. Hehehe, Gang Leader Qiao, you came to Jiangnan casually, This is your fault."
In recent years, as his martial arts has improved greatly, he has become more and more swollen, and his mouth has become more and more smelly.
Suddenly, several people behind the apricot trees were heard laughing in unison, the sound filling the sky.
Someone said amidst the laughter: "I've heard that Jiangnan Baotong likes to talk shit, and he really deserves his reputation."
Bao BuTong replied: "I've always heard that loud farts don't stink, and smelly farts don't make any noise. But the shit just now was loud and smelly. Could it be that it was put by the six elders of the Beggar Clan?"
The man behind the apricot tree said: "Since Bao BuTong knows the names of the six elders of the Beggar Clan, why are you still talking nonsense here?"
As soon as the words stopped, four old men walked out from behind the apricot trees. Some had white beards and white hair, some had red faces. They each held weapons in their hands, occupying the four corners and surrounding the bag.
Bao BuTong cursed in his heart, "You don't follow martial ethics!" But still stubborn.
"What do the four old men have to say? Do you want to have a fight with Mr. Bao San? Why don't the other two old men come up together? Are you secretly lying in ambush to plot against Mr. Bao San?"
Very good, very good, very good! What Mr. Bao San loves most is fighting. "
As he said that, Bao BuTong had already looked in all directions, observing the best fighting route that could deal with six people at once, and there was absolutely no escape route.
After a moment, his eyes lit up and he saw an elder using a sack as a weapon.
Can this thing kill people?
Without hesitation, Bao BuTong rushed forward and shouted: "Today I, Bao BuTong, will fight against the heroes of the Beggar Clan alone, starting with you."
As soon as he said this, although the others were furious, they couldn't take action again.
Bao BuTong danced in a circle with his single sword and whirled towards the fourth elder among the four elders of the Beggar Clan.
The fourth elder had very long arms, and he was holding a soft weapon in his left hand. Seeing that Bao Bubu had been attacked, he raised his left arm and shook out the weapon, which turned out to be a sack of rice. The sack was blown up by the wind, its mouth opened, and it fell over his head.
There was a whistling wind in the field, but I saw the long-armed old man dancing the sack into a ball of yellow shadow, which seemed to have enveloped Baotong. However, his sword skills are exquisite and he can block the attack and resist the enemy.
After a while, Bao BuTong found an opportunity and hit the sack with one punch. Suddenly, there was a slight pain on his arm, as if he had been pricked by a fine needle. When he looked down, he was shocked and saw a small scorpion nailed to him. above the arm.
This scorpion is smaller than the common scorpion, but it is colorful and scary in appearance.
Bao Bu knew something was wrong and swung it hard, but the scorpion's tail pinned his arm firmly and he couldn't shake it off. He hurriedly turned his left hand over and slapped his arm down on his single sword. There was a soft sound and the five-color scorpion immediately turned into a ball.
The long-armed old man did not pursue him and put away the sack.
Afterwards, Bao BuTong waved his left hand twice and felt that there was nothing strange. He was very puzzled. There were five colored scorpions hidden in the sack, which must be strange.
However, he still laughed loudly and said: "Little Scorpion..." He only said these three words, and suddenly he made a cry and threw forward and fell down.
Everyone in the Beggar Clan:......
Qiao Feng:......
Murong Fu:.......
Putting aside his martial arts skills, the most arrogant person in the world must be this guy.
"Guild Leader, I'll go up and kill him!" A disciple shouted. Apparently, the pack of different taunts had been filled up in the scolding battle just now.
Qiao Feng frowned and said to the long-armed old man: "Elder Chen, please detoxify this Third Master Bao!"
Elder Chen, the long-armed old man, was startled and said: "Headmaster, this person is very rude, and his martial arts is not weak. He can save people from future troubles."
Qiao Feng nodded and said: "What you said is true. But we have not yet confronted the real master, so hurting his subordinates first would be akin to bullying. Let's stand firm first and gain some control."
Elder Chen was about to argue when he heard a burst of soft laughter from the sky.
"Haha, Gang Leader Su Wenqiao is very benevolent and righteous, and he truly deserves his reputation."
The sound came from far away, misty and indistinct.
The disciples looked at each other, but the elders looked solemn.
The person coming is unfathomable.
After a while, petals fell one after another from the sky. Under the full moonlight, the petals of various colors fell, which gave a strange beauty.
"There is someone in the sky!" a disciple shouted.
Qiao Feng looked up and saw a young man floating down from the sky, holding a folding fan and his blue robe rustling in the strong wind.
Suddenly a strong wind came, and the man's hair danced wildly, like strong grass in the wind, but his face was as calm as ever.
Bao BuTong on the ground was extremely excited when he saw the person coming, "Uh uh uh, ahhhh~" but his mouth was stiff and speechless.
Murong Fu waved his hand casually, and an invisible force hit him from a distance of several feet.
"Pfft~" A stream of black poisonous blood emerged from the wound on his arm.
After a while.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Master, they don't respect martial ethics. They just besieged me and poisoned me!" Bao Tongtong said aggrievedly.
Beggar Gang:? ? ?
From whom did you learn this skill of making false accusations?
Murong Fu glanced at him, and Bao BuTong quickly shut up.
"Murong Fu, Gusu, I would like to meet the leader of the Beggar Clan, you heroes of the Beggar Clan. Brother Bao is outspoken and I would like to apologize to you." Murong Fu said, cupping his fists.
In the past few years, under the leadership of Qiao Feng, the Beggar Gang has been fighting for the Song Dynasty on the front line, which has also kept the Murong family's business stable, so he has a good sense of these people.
Qiao Feng and the elders were all shocked and inexplicable.
Using invisible force to force toxins out of other people's bodies in an instant, what kind of method is this?
It's okay to save people, but is it also okay to kill people?
The elders immediately looked at Qiao Feng, their meaning was obvious.
Gang leader, aren't you as famous as Nan Murong? Don't you want to go up and try his methods?
Qiao Feng:......
