"do not…"

Murong Shuang still wanted to stop Murong Shanshan, but the other party left without turning around.

She stood there and sighed heavily, but her heart was numb.

Not only hoped that Murong Fu would make a move, but also hoped that the two families would not get too stiff.

"Hoo~ I haven't had a drink like this for a long time, happy, happy!"

Murong Fu performed Xiao Wu Xiang Gong and spit out all the alcohol remaining in his body.

Then, let Arjun pour a basin of hot water and wash his face.

"Fulang, according to the rules, there are some clan elders to see today, you see?" Wang Yuyan reminded.

Murong Fu shook his head: "I have recently merged the exercises, and I have a new progress to practice in secret. The old guys didn't see any use for them except for opening their mouths to gain benefits."

"Have you made new progress in your practice?" Wang Yuyan said happily.

"Well, it's a pity that the Ziwei Sutra is too esoteric, and I can't understand it for a while." Murong Fu had already translated the text in the Sutra to Wang Yuyan, who also had a limited understanding of its contents.

Both husband and wife are helpless.

Murong Fu actually knew in his heart that the things recorded in the scriptures were very different from the current cultivation system, and the spiritual energy was mentioned many times in it.

As for the spiritual energy, he also felt it when he was drinking monkey wine.

As for other places, there is no spiritual energy, he is not sure.

In short.

That thing is very scarce.

"Fulang, don't worry about this matter, step by step is the kingly way." Wang Yuyan comforted.

"Don't worry, I understand." Murong Fu smiled and explained a few words to Wang Yuyan before leaving.

I happened to see Abi walking in with a small wine glass and jokingly said, "Why, didn't you drink enough last night? Would you like more?"

"Master, you're making fun of me again." Abi blushed when Murong Fu said this, and hurriedly retorted.

"Then what are you doing with a wine glass?" Murong Fu smiled.

Abi said: "A servant outside the door said that a wave of guests came last night and set the wine glass in the solid wood table."

"Last night?" Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Wang Yuyan: "Who's here?"

Wang Yuyan shook her head. She was always with Murong Fu last night, and she didn't know about the arrival of the Nangong family.

"Where is the Shadow Guard?" Murong Fu didn't talk nonsense when he saw this, and called someone out to ask.

"Xiang Rong, the shadow guard, is here." The voice of the shadow guard came from outside the three breaths door.

"Who came last night?" Murong Fu asked.

"Last night at midnight, a group of second-generation sons and young ladies from the Nangong family came, Nangong Jun and Nangong Jue..." Xiang Rong replied respectfully.

Murong Fu pondered, "Don't stay at home for the New Year's Eve, go to our house to grab the leftovers? Are you sure this group of people is real? Some beggars come from somewhere to cheat for food and drink?"

Xiang Rong was stunned for a moment, took a breath, and said quickly, "Please forgive me, because the time is too tight, we can't confirm the truth."

Murong Fu pushed open the door and walked out, stretched out slowly, and said with a smile:

"Haha, I'm kidding you, we don't know each other, can Murong Shuang not know each other?"

Xiang Rong wiped the cold sweat on his head embarrassedly, and cracked a smile that was uglier than crying: "Master, it's really funny."

Murong Fu laughed "haha" and took a closer look with the cup in his hand.

The cups are ordinary cups in Murong's old house, at most they are more expensive than those on the market.

Nothing fancy.

"The cup was inserted into the table for no reason, I guess there are two possibilities.

"One is to show off his inner strength, and two, it seems more like a warning or a provocation."

"Which ingredient do you think has the most?" Murong Fu seemed to be asking Xiang Rong, but also seemed to be muttering to himself, fiddling with the glass a few times in front of the sky.

Xiang Rong said seriously: "Our Murong family and Nangong family have no conflict, they shouldn't be provocative."

"Well, the normal logic is correct, but well, we are used to stepping on the corpse of our predecessors, maybe these people want to use my reputation to do something." Murong Fu handed the cup to Xiang Rong.

Xiang Rong's face instantly turned cold: "Whoever dares to be disrespectful to the master, his subordinates will let them die!"

"Forget it this time, I don't hope there will be another time."

Murong Fu patted Xiang Rong and handed the cup to him.

Then leave.

Xiang Rong got up slowly, stared at the cup in his hand, his face suddenly changed.

"Ma'am, Young Master seems a little unhappy." Abi asked, looking at Murong Fu's back.

"That group of people named Nangong, no matter what the reason."

"Putting the cup into the table is a kind of provocation to our Murong family. The young master didn't arrest them, which shows that he has a broad mind." Azhu explained.

"It seems too!" Abi thought about it and finally understood.

After Murong Fu left the yard, he remembered the New Year's Day yesterday and didn't seem to see that little girl Mu Wanqing, and muttered:

"I just fined her a few times recently. The little girl will not go on a hunger strike to protest. Forget it, it's still early, go see her first."

He walked towards Mu Wanqing's yard with all his heart, but he didn't notice the panting Murong Shanshan running not far behind.

Because Mu Wanqing was often punished, Murong Fu made her yard more secluded.

There are not many people here on weekdays, and occasionally only the voice of the other party practicing the exercises can be heard.

Murong Fu walked up and saw the little girl practicing the exercises there.

Playing a very boring swordsmanship.

But even the mediocre swordsmanship, coupled with Mu Wanqing's graceful and slender figure, will become extremely beautiful.

Like the hibiscus in the water, it is graceful and elegant without any trace of carving.

After watching a few tricks, Murong Fu really couldn't stand it any longer, this flawed swordsmanship:

"stop!"

When Mu Wanqing saw Murong Fu coming, she seemed a little upset.

Without a word, he stabbed in the past.

"Little girl, do you need to be spanked again?" Seeing this, Murong Fu smiled lightly, and with a show of inner strength, he drew a cane.

He fought against Mu Wanqing.

Murong Fu's swordsmanship was incessant, like flowing clouds and flowing water. In an instant, his whole body was covered in a curtain of light.

Mu Wanqing was shocked. She had long heard that Gusu Murong's martial arts were proficient, and he knew everything about the martial arts of various schools.

But before she could react, a shadow passed by.

There was a sharp pain in the ass.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"

There were a few more crisp sounds, and the little girl who hit her blushed and threw the long sword on the ground: "Don't hit, don't hit, you know how to bully me because of your high martial arts."

Murong Fu approached him, picked up the sword that had been thrown on the ground, and ordered, "Take it, I will teach you a set of Murong's swordsmanship, and you will save me in the future when you go out and embarrass me."