Marry Wang Yuyan at the beginning

At the beginning, Murong Fu only felt the pain of ant bites in his head, but soon, it turned into the pain of steel needles piercing through his brain.

Murong Fu was so frightened that he quickly took out the secret stick, trying to let it share the mental power.

From time to time, a picture of the North Sea monk before his death appeared in Murong Fu's mind.

In a temple, under the tall Buddha, an official looked disdainful.

"If the Buddha could save all living beings, you wouldn't have to think about leaving that island all day long."

"Amitabha, there is a Buddha in the heart, and there is a pure land everywhere." The Beihai monk said with his hands clasped together.

The official still dismissed it, saying: "Don't talk nonsense, the Yuan army will attack Xiangyang on New Year's Eve."

"And you Dongying people will start rioting in the south in Xiaonian, make a big attack, and invite the imperial court to send troops for reinforcements."

The Beihai monk's eyes lit up, and he said joyfully, "In this way, the north and the south will be attacked, and the Song Dynasty will be destroyed."

"Hmph, I don't know if I will die or not, but the benefits I promised will still be given to you anyway." The official turned around and left after speaking.

I don't want to talk to the Beihai God Monk anymore, just say a word.

Chapter 78: Walking on the Sky

"New Year's Eve? New Year's Eve?"

Murong Fu woke up slowly, repeating the two time points in his mouth.

Sure enough, it was the same as he thought.

The Yuan army pretended to attack the Ming country, but the real intention was Song!

It's a pity that I couldn't get any information about the strength of the Dongying people.

He clapped his hands, and subconsciously looked at Tianji stick, only to be shocked.

The stick grows to one foot eight, the thickness of a child's fist.

"This thing really can absorb spiritual power."

Murong Fu was overjoyed, he finally knew how to use it.

With a few gestures, he put it on his waist and walked out.

"My lord, the young lady has come out and is taking a bath." A'Zhu reported.

Murong Fu Yixi was about to rush in and play with Wang Yuyan.

Suddenly, the system's prompt sound came to mind.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the task, reward Yufeng Xingying."

Murong Fu was overjoyed, the system didn't come to reward for a long time, he thought the other party was down.

Now that the reward is issued, it is very likely that the corpse poison in Lang Xueci's body has completely disappeared.

Murong Fu focused his attention on Yufeng Xingying again, and he could tell from the name that it was a body art martial art.

Soon, the exercise information was digested.

He couldn't help but be a little surprised by the extremely fast method of Yufeng Xingying.

When you practice to perfection, you will set off a wind circle around your body and walk against the wind. Outsiders will not be able to see the people in the wind circle. After reaching the peak, you can walk a hundred steps in the sky!

Hold the grass!

Isn't walking a hundred steps in the sky a trapeze?

The lightness kung fu that can ascend to the sky in the martial arts, he knows Wudang's Ti Yunzong.

But it is probably this one that can walk on the sky.

"Cousin, are you back?"

Wang Yuyan heard movement outside the door, and opened the door happily.

Sure enough, she met the lover she had been thinking about day and night.

Murong Fu looked at the long-haired, graceful wife who looked like a lotus in Luoshui, he couldn't help being a little crazy, he hurried forward and criticized:

"Yuyan, how do you dress... No, why did you come out just after taking a shower, how come you caught a cold?"

After Murong Fu finished speaking, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and almost said what was in his heart.

"Cousin, I'm as weak as you said." Wang Yuyan pulled Murong Fu and smiled.

"My lord, you must be confused. The weather will turn cold after the Double Ninth Festival." A'Zhu laughed.

Murong Fu patted his forehead and said: "That's right, we will be offering sacrifices to our ancestors again soon."

"There are still eleven days." A'Zhu counted on his fingers and gestured.

"Hehe, I will arrange for Third Brother Bao to make it more grand," Murong Fu estimated that with his current reputation, many families would come back to worship their ancestors.

"Cousin, you are exhausted from going out, do you want to take a rest first?" Wang Yuyan asked concerned.

Murong Fu raised his head and glanced at Hao Ridangkong, then walked slowly into the room with Wang Yuyan in his arms, and muttered: "Just in time to finish dinner."

"What are you talking about, cousin?" Wang Yuyan asked curiously.

"Hey, it's okay, my cousin has recently learned a new technique of Xi Shi Huansha, I will teach you later." Murong Fu smiled lightly, gave a few orders, and closed the door.

After a while, Wang Yuyan's scattered voices came from inside.

"It's noon now..."

"night…"

"Cousin... what is Xishi Huansha?"

...

Gusu City, inside Murong's old house.

"Qiu Di, why did you come back so soon?"

Murong was leisurely cultivating flowers when a woman appeared behind him.

"I heard that Murong Fu has a very good reputation recently, so I came back to take a look." Murong Qiudi, who is also the Tianzun in Murong Fu's mouth, said.