Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

soon.

In the middle of the night in Wushuang City.

Murong Fu finally arrived at the meeting place arranged by Mingyue, a remote alley.

The bright moon was already there waiting for him.

"You came."

Mingyue said softly.

Murong Fu smiled slightly: "I promised you that I would come."

The two people's eyes met, as if at this moment, all plans and conspiracies seemed less important. ..

But what they must face next will be a more complex and dangerous situation.

Mingyue looked at Murong Fu and said softly: "I have collected some information about the auction for you, as well as the dynamics of various forces in Wushuang City."

Murong Fu took a piece of paper with various information densely written on it. "

Great, this works great for me. "

Mingyue smiled slightly, but there was a hint of worry in the smile: "Dugu Ming seems to be a little dissatisfied with you recently. I suspect that he may take some actions against you."

Murong Fu frowned: "Really? It seems I need to be more careful."

at the same time.

the other side.

Dugu Ming stood in his study, a thick embroidered carpet covering the floor, making every step soft and quiet.

The dim candlelight illuminated the room, casting mottled shadows, as if reflecting the conspiracy in his heart.

He slowly raised his head and stared at the secret message he had just received in his hand. It was bathed in candlelight and exuded a mysterious light.

There was a gloomy smile on his face, which seemed to have been sharpened by the years, making him look even more unpredictable.

He gently rubbed the bright red paint mark on the envelope, as if feeling the touch of power.

"Murong Fu, do you think you can gain a foothold in Wushuang City by winning Mingyue?" He whispered to himself, with a hint of ridicule in his voice.

His eyes shone with ambition and determination, like a cheetah in the ancient forest, ready for a fierce hunt.

"If we could put some obstacles in the way for him at the auction, maybe he could make a fool of himself."

he said suddenly.

At this moment, Dugu Ming looked out the window. Through the curtains, he could see the night gradually falling in Wushuang City, and the stars and lights twinkling in the city.

A sly smile appeared on Dugu Ming's lips...

The next day, Murong Fu appeared at the auction wearing simple but high-quality clothes, attracting many eyes.

He noticed that Dugu Ming was also present, with an unhappy expression on his face.

The atmosphere of the auction was very lively, with heroes, businessmen, and even some hidden masters from all walks of life gathered together.

Murong Fu smiled slightly, but he was thinking about how to gain an advantage in this auction.

"Master Murong, you are finally here."

A man wearing a luxurious robe came over, it was Dugu Yifang, the lord of Wushuang City.

Although his smile was warm, there was a trace of displeasure and suppressed resentment in his eyes.

"Lord Dugu City, I have long admired your name."

Murong Fu responded politely, but he was keenly aware of the complex emotions in Dugu Fang's eyes.

Dugu Fang managed to maintain a smile, "I heard that Murong Daxia plans to open a medicine shop in Wushuang City. There are many precious medicinal materials in this auction. I hope they can be put to use."

When he said this, the corners of his mouth were almost pursed tightly, as if every word was squeezed out from between his teeth.

Murong Fu nodded, understanding Dugu Yifang's mentality more clearly in his heart, but he still remained calm on the surface, "Thank you very much, Lord Dugu, for your kindness. I will definitely consider it carefully."

Sitting on the high stage, Dugu Fang glanced at Murong Fu from time to time, the resentment and displeasure in his eyes became even stronger.

However, he also knew that he had to swallow this breath now, because Murong Fu's performance at the auction would undoubtedly affect the power structure inside and outside Wushuang City.

Murong Fu felt Dugu Fang's gaze from time to time, but he didn't take it to heart.

now.

In the auction hall, the lights were turned on, and the bright lights illuminated every corner.

The splendid decorations, exquisite tapestries, and people wearing various colorful costumes all added a touch of luxury and prosperity to the auction.

On the auction stage, an auctioneer wearing a gorgeous robe, holding a gavel, was focusing on introducing the items to be auctioned.

Murong Fu was sitting in a corner in the back row. His eyes sometimes fell on the items on the auction table, and sometimes he exchanged meaningful glances with Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng.

Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng sat on his left and right sides. Although there was some distance between the three seats, the silent understanding between them made them understand each other tacitly.

"The next auction item is a long sword made by a famous craftsman, named 'Qing Ming', with a starting price of one thousand taels of gold!" The auctioneer's voice echoed in the hall.

Murong Fu turned his head slightly and looked at Bu Jingyun.

Bu Jingyun shook his head slightly, indicating that the sword was not the purpose of their trip.

Murong Fu smiled slightly and exchanged glances with Nie Feng. Nie Feng nodded slightly to express his understanding.

Murong Fu sat at a luxurious sandalwood table in the corner, observing everything in the venue expressionlessly.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he exchanged a glance or a small gesture with Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng from time to time.

The eyes of the three people met together, as if they were conveying some deep meaning silently.

Bu Jingyun sat on the left side of Murong Fu, his palms gently placed on the table, as if he was ready to deal with any emergencies at any time.

His eyes were firm, like an unsheathed sword.

Nie Feng sat on the right side of Murong Fu. His eyes were calmer, but equally alert.

He gently touched the dagger hidden under the table, as if to remind himself that this place was full of unknowns and dangers.

"The next auction item is a bottle of 'Millennium Ganoderma' from southern Xinjiang. It is said to have the magical effect of prolonging life. The starting price is three hundred taels of gold!" The auctioneer's voice echoed in the hall.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, then shook his head gently.

Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng immediately understood that this was not the goal of their trip.

Suddenly, Murong Fu's eyes narrowed, and he noticed a newly displayed item on the stage - an ancient book that seemed ordinary, but exuded an indescribable aura.

He nodded gently, and Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng immediately understood that this might be what they needed.

The auctioneer announced loudly: "This ancient book is called the 'Wuji Sutra', and the starting price is one thousand taels of gold!"

Murong Fu smiled faintly, and then quietly raised the auction sign.

There was silence in the hall for a while, everyone was waiting to see if anyone would continue to bid.

"One thousand taels of gold, first time!" the auctioneer's voice echoed in the hall.

Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng looked around nervously, feeling that the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

They all knew that this 'Wuji Sutra' had extraordinary significance to Murong Fu.