Nangong Aotian smiled and thought it was a good idea, and asked:

"What kind of problem should we give Murong Fu?"

"Hehe, not to mention that the Murong Clan still hides all the martial arts in the world in the Water Pavilion, why not let him collect the Tianjing swordsmanship of our Nangong family?"

After Nangong Aotian heard Nangong Wuwei's words, his unmoved heart suddenly became excited:

"Will some lions open their mouths? Our Nangong family has been searching for hundreds of years to find the fourth style."

"Patriarch, we're just asking for the price. We'll see how Murong Fu responds. Even if he can find a way, we'll still make money." Nangong Wuwei said.

"That's right, even if it's the same, the overall strength of our Nangong family will increase several times." Nangong Aotian nodded with satisfaction: "It's settled, I'll send a letter to tell Jun'er."

Nangong Aotian just took the pen and paused for a while: "Only at this time? How to grasp it?"

"How about three years?" Nangong Wuwei suggested.

"Okay, three years is three years. If it doesn't work, let them send Murong Shuang back."

After Nangong Aotian finished speaking, he seemed to have made up his mind to start writing.

After a few breaths, he asked his servants to take a sky eagle to deliver a letter to Nangong Jun.

"Tianjing Sword Art!" Nangong Jun frowned slightly when he looked at what was written in Nangong Aotian's letter.

The Nangong family searched for this sword art for countless years, but they couldn't find it.

No matter how powerful the Murong family is, it is impossible to find them all in three years.

"Hehe, little friend Nangong, but what news does your father have?" Lai Wenjun came over at the right time and asked with a smile.

"My father has the news, but I'm afraid it's not that simple." Nangong Jun told Lai Wenjun the contents of the letter.

Lai Wenjun was also very shocked when he heard the Tianjing Sword Art.

Back then, Nangong Aotian begged him to figure out the whereabouts of Jian Jue.

He vaguely remembered that, according to the calculations back then, this sword art could not be assembled within a hundred years.

"Three years is too short, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Murong Fu to agree, and everyone will be unhappy in the end." Lai Wenjun reminded.

"This matter was decided by my father, and my little nephew can't change it." Nangong Jun said frankly.

"I'm going to tell Patriarch Murong about this, and I'll answer you later." Lai Wenjun smiled "haha" in his heart, anyway, he won the opportunity.

As for whether Murong Fu agrees or not, he can't control it.

"Then there is Master Laolai." Nangong Junshi said politely.

Lai Wenjun took a sip of old wine and bid farewell to Nangong Jun and others.

He came to the secret place and told Murong Fu about it.

"Tianjing Sword Art, I have heard of it."

"Palm the sun and the moon, hold the heaven and the earth, call the wind and fire, call the electric light, and the heaven and man are one."

"It's just that this sword art has disappeared for thousands of years, and the Nangong family only has four styles." Murong Fu said lightly.

Lai Wenjun was a little surprised. He didn't expect Murong Fu to know so clearly, and asked, "So promise?"

"Three years, it's really a break point. It's not a big problem when passing by. It's always good to have time to relax." Murong Fu said with satisfaction.

"That's good, it's not worth my trip." Lai Wenjun said with a smile.

Murong Fu rolled his eyes at Lai Wenjun and said, "Come on, I don't know if you're leaving or not?"

"Haha, sure enough, in Gusu City, there is nothing you don't know about." Lai Wenjun rarely praised Murong Fu once.

"It's not bad."

Murong Fu regained his anger and planned to ask Wang Yuyan.

Bao Different also came over at this time, but he still didn't know about the Nangong family.

"Master, where do we arrange the venue for the inauguration ceremony of the Wulin Alliance Leader?"

Murong Fu said, "It's just a form, you don't need to be too nervous."

"Well, I see." Bao Different yawned and saw Lai Wenjun.

The two are just like enemies, and they fight when they meet.

"Old alcoholic, why are you here?"

"Hmph, of course I'm here to help your son," Lai Wenjun said proudly.

The package was different, and asked, "What's going on?"

Murong Fu told Bao different about Murong Shuang.

"This Nangong family is too shameless, isn't this just the lion's big mouth?" Bao Different couldn't help scolding.

Murong Fu said indifferently: "It's okay, a lot has changed in three years, even if I haven't found a sword art."

"We can also think of other things to compensate."

"Okay!" Bao did not get angry when he saw Murong Fu, so he naturally put away his temper.

Murong Fu continued to explain: "After the inauguration ceremony of the alliance leader, I want to go out and go directly to Song Capital to participate in the war."

"Master, do you want me to accompany you?" Bao different asked.

Murong Fu shook his head and said, "No need, I can go by myself. You continue to recruit troops in Gusu City."

"Continue to recruit?" Bao Wei was a little surprised: "Master, since we destroyed the 50,000 army of the Dongying people, there have been 100,000 people who came to join the army."

"One hundred thousand is not enough. I have a hunch that something big is about to happen. If we want to keep our territory, at least twenty people are needed." Murong Fu said.

"200,000 horses!"

This figure not only makes the package different, it freaks out.

He also frightened Lai Wenjun next to it, and looked at Murong Fu in shock: "You don't want to rebel!"

"Rebel? Who's rebelling?" Murong Fu smiled, the 200,000 yuan was just his face.

As long as he completes this task, there will be 300,000 cavalry in Bei Liang.

At that time, it is the Yuan army, and he is not afraid of killing him.

Cavalry versus cavalry, it depends on who is more fierce.

Lai Wenjun's face changed, he heard that there was something in Murong Fu's words, and realized that something was wrong.

He quickly took out three bronze coins and started the calculation.

It's not that I don't know, but I'm scared at once.

"Song country, there is a danger of destroying the country!"

"Haha, as expected of Lai Buyi, it's over so quickly." Murong Fu chuckled lightly.

Lai Wenjun frowned, and quickly denied his remarks:

"That's not right. Although this post shows that the Song state is in danger of being destroyed, it still has a chance of resurrection."

"The two songs, north and south, can still survive for a long time."

Murong Fu admired in his heart:

He was just relying on some historical data from later generations to know that the Song Dynasty was divided into two parts.

This Lai Wenjun actually calculated it in front of himself, worthy of the name of a half-immortal.

"It doesn't matter if you're still alive. Whether you recognize him or not will depend on the benefits he gives."

Bao said differently: "Then why do we still recognize him, wouldn't it be good for us to establish a country?"

"Hehe, things in the world are like chess, don't worry." Murong Fu thought more long-term, as long as he didn't build a country for a day.

It will not be targeted by other countries, but will be able to live more freely.

"Young Master is brilliant, if there is nothing wrong, the subordinates will arrange for the alliance leader to serve as the grand ceremony." Bao different bowed and said.