Poor and rich, rich and rich!

Martial arts, this is more than the indispensable four hardware.

Without the moon, Wu Ming, who was trapped in Ciyun Yuan, could not recuperate his body, and relied only on the treasures rewarded by the emperor to replace the medicinal materials, and he might run out of food one day.

Moreover, Wu Ming could conclude that this batch of medicinal materials could not be obtained, and he did not blame Wu Fu for making his own decisions, after all, it was for his own good.

Along the way, Wu Ming has thought of dozens of ways to get the silver from the account room.

"Little prince, the emperor has made it clear that you can't ...... your filial piety in Ciyun Garden."

Wu Fu looked worried.

"Fu Bo, it's not that I don't want to wait quietly until the end of filial piety, if I don't ask for it this time, it will be even more difficult to ask for it in the future, even if it is to come, what is the difference between it and almsgiving?

Wu Ming smiled bitterly, patted Wu Fu lightly on the shoulder, and said with relief, "Don't worry, I won't mess around, my life is precious!"

The emperor's will, both an umbrella and an iron chain, firmly trapped him here.

But with his character, how can he sit still and wait to die?

Wu Fu opened his mouth, but he didn't persuade him again after all, but he was relieved, he always felt that his little master, since he came back from the grassland, he really opened his mind!

"Hey, isn't this Brother Ming? Why didn't you keep filial piety in Ciyun Yuan and run out? If you let outsiders know that you are disrespectful, won't you be accused of being guilty of having bad intentions and disrespect in our Wu Wangfu?"

Before he could go far, a group of people jumped out of the oblique thorns, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a pimple-covered face, blocking the way with a hippie smile.

"Who are you?"

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, vaguely feeling familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"It's Young Master Feiyang, Uncle Wu Zhongyi's youngest son Wu Yang!"

Wu Fu vigilantly stood in front of Wu Ming, looked at the young man carefully, and reminded in a low voice.

Wu Ming suddenly turned out to be this kid.

The old King of Wu - Wu Xiong, has only one son Wu Xu in his life, that is, Wu Ming's biological father.

In the early years, he fought on the battlefield and received four righteous sons, the eldest Zhang Zhongyi, the second Zhao Hong, the third Wang Qingcang, and the fourth Yuan Cheng.

Four people guarded four of the five border towns of Wu Wangfu industry, among which Zhang Zhongyi changed his surname to Wu, and this Wu Yang is his sixth son!

"What Young Master Yang, old thing, stare at your dog eyes and see clearly, this is the little prince, the heir of the Eight Classics of the Wu Palace!"

A group of servants pushed Wu Fu aggressively.

"You ......"

Wu Fu protected Wu Ming and staggered backwards, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

One old and one young, where will be the opponent of these strong men, they are quickly pushed into the corner, unable to advance or retreat.

"Haha, Brother Ming, you just came back, brother, I heard that you don't have a lot of money, so let's do it, I will privately sponsor you to get some silver, but you have to take something as collateral!"

Wu Yangpi gripped Wu Ming's neck without smiling, and gradually strengthened his hands.

Although this kid doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, he is three years older, and he has been practicing martial arts all year round, and in just a few breaths, Wu Mingle's face is red and his neck is thick, and he has a posture of not letting go if he doesn't agree.

Wu Fu was enslaved by the servants, his anxious eyes breathed fire, and he couldn't intervene at all.

"Ahem!"

Wu Minghao fainted, suppressed the anger in his heart, and constantly showed weakness.

What if you don't show weakness?

Even if he overturned Wu Yang, those servants and men were not dry, and he was definitely the one who suffered.

"Not on you?"

It wasn't until Wu Ming rummaged inside and out that Wu Yang frowned, stumbled Wu Ming hard, and sneered, "Brother Ming, the one who knows the times is Junjie, you are still young, it's not good to lose some things, it's better to hand it over to my brother and I will keep it for you!"

"What the little prince said is, boy, if you know each other, hand over the treasures quickly, and in the future, the little prince will cover you, keep the fragrant and spicy food!"

The servants laughed and coaxed, and rubbed their hands, as if Wu Ming did not agree, he would kill him on the spot.

"You ...... You ......"

Wu Fu couldn't say anything when he was angry.

"If you have something to say, it's not good to use your hands and feet, you want treasures, you just said it earlier, it hurts your brother's feelings, how bad?"

Wu Ming took a few breaths, looked cowardly, reached out and touched his trouser leg, looking resigned to his fate.

"It turned out that he was hiding here, and he was really a treacherous boy!"

Seeing Wu Ming like this, Wu Yang was overjoyed, thinking in his heart, he hurriedly stepped forward to help, and said with a smile, "Haha, good, good, Brother Ming is really a smart person, sensible, can't hurt his brother......'s feelings for this."

Boom!

Suddenly, Wu Ming raised his head violently and pressed against the bridge of Wu Yang's nose, and he was full of tears and snot in pain.

"Ah, you ......"

Where did Wu Yang think that Wu Ming dared to make a move, and it was under the obvious weakness, just when he wanted to say cruel words, he felt a sharp pain in the lower yin, and instantly curled up on the ground like a cooked shrimp, and couldn't spit out half a word.

The servants were still pushing Wu Fu, and they didn't have the slightest defense against Wu Ming, a waste person, who dared to make a move in this situation, but they didn't come back to their senses.

Wu Zi still thought that the scream that stopped abruptly was sent by Wu Ming!

"Bold, little bastard, you look for death!"

"Lao Tzu flayed you rabbit cub alive!"

"What are you doing? Don't you let go of the little prince quickly!"

When they found out that it was Wu Yang who fell to the ground, they were still stunned for a moment, and then they all rushed over in a rage, but they were frozen on the spot in an instant.

I don't know when, Wu Ming half-knelt on the ground, stepped on Wu Yang's neck with one foot, and stopped in front of Wu Yang's eyes with half a branch in one hand.

In terms of strength, if you fight alone, ten Wu Ming bundles are not Wu Yang's opponents.

But changing places, giving Wu Ming time, he can prepare countless methods to kill Wu Yang without leaving a trace.

However, in this case, one can only choose to show the enemy weakness and then break out to defeat the enemy.

Originally, he didn't want to do this, after all, once he let go of Wu Yang, he couldn't stop so many people from retaliating afterwards.

It's just because I vaguely heard a roll call, and when I looked up, I saw people from a distance, and it seemed that many people were coming here, so I chose to suddenly use a spicy hand.

......

"Let it go...... Let go of me, little bastard, I want you to die a good death!"

Wu Yang didn't dare to struggle too hard, and the sharp branch made him dare not move.

Moreover, the severe pain in the lower yin and the bridge of the nose swept through the whole body, and I couldn't lift much strength at all!

No matter what realm a martial artist cultivates to, these two vital points of the human body are the biggest weaknesses of a man, and the middle one has no power to fight back, without exception.

"Hehe, those who know the times are Junjie, why doesn't the little prince know the times?"

Wu Ming patted Wu Yang's cheek without yin or yang, and the branch rubbed forward, not caring at all about the resentment in the other party's eyes.

It's just that anyone can clearly see the sweat on Wu Ming's cheeks.

Although the head hammer and the flirting leg are the simplest moves, it is too laborious to use them with his current body.

Moreover, he was afraid that Wu Yang's body would be able to resist, so he used almost all his strength!

Don't say it's Wu Yang, even if he is a martial artist who has achieved physical refinement, if he is unprepared, he will lose his resistance in an instant.

"Uh, I...... It's my lard that blinds my heart, I shouldn't covet your treasures, please don't remember the villain's mistakes, forgive my brother this time!"

Wu Yang was panicked by the branches, and suppressed his anger and begged for mercy.

It's just that the resentment in his eyes can't be dissolved!

"The little prince has already apologized, Xiao Zai...... You are brothers, you can't do things that hurt enemies and relatives!"

A servant chewed on words and persuaded him.

"Of course I won't do this kind of thing, it's just that I, Wu Ming, really can't afford to climb up to a noble brother like Wu Yang's little prince, and I don't want this kind of brother who snatches the relics of the master mother by force!"

Wu Ming casually threw down the branch, stood up and said loudly.

"You are really a fool, slaughtered your waste, what a relic of the master's mother, you waste is dead, and the entire palace belongs to my Zhang family.

Don't you want to keep filial piety? Give it to me and kill him! Here, Lao Tzu will change it into a thatched house!"

Wu Yang was overjoyed, turned over and got up, covered his lower body, and said viciously.

"Little prince, look at it, if you don't peel this rabbit cub alive, we won't have to mix in the palace!"

"Haha, I've long seen that this sick seedling is not pleasing to the eye, what kind of dog thing, it is also worthy of occupying such a good feng shui in the palace!"

"This Wu Wangfu, only the little prince is qualified......"

The servants rubbed their hands together and smirked.

In the face of the ferocious servants, Wu Ming did not have the slightest cowardice and fear before, but stood in place with a smile.

"Report, Mu Wangfu sent a post!"

"Report, the Zhan Wangfu sent a post!"

"Report, the Iron Sword King's Mansion sent a post!"

The three extremely loud roll calls instantly suppressed all the evil slaves, and from a distance, it seemed that everyone was playing a flash mob.

Even Wu Yang, this 'little prince', who was full of cramps and skins for Wu Ming, was stunned on the spot, and his head short-circuited.

Wu Fu, who was already desperate, looked at Wu Ming who was standing with his hands in his hands, his thin body seemed to be infinitely straight, and there was a faint feeling of looking up to the mountains!

"Wu Ming, the little prince of Wu Wangfu, pick up the sticker!"

A clever man, Wu Fu got up and hissed and shouted.

In fact, without him shouting, those people had already come to the front, and they had heard the words of the crowd clearly.

If not, how could Wu Ming put himself at a disadvantage?

I saw a group of more than a dozen people, three teams with clear distinctions, holding all kinds of jade plate treasure chests, and came to the front in a mighty way.

Even if Wu Yang hated Wu Ming very much, he didn't dare to make a move at this time.

Moreover, the three people led by him even had to give up three points when he saw his father Zhang Zhongyi on weekdays.

At this time, he wanted to come forward to salute, but no one paid attention to it, and walked straight to Wu Ming.

What shocked him even more was that the three of them were actually here to give gifts, and the power to receive gifts was Wu Ming!

"Mu Wangfu Mu Qingyun, meet the little prince, the prince heard that Miss Qin'er rudely stirred up Ciyun Garden yesterday and disturbed the princess's peace, fortunately, the little prince has a large number, not to blame, and a gift is specially presented to show gratitude and make amends!"

Mu Qingyun is a tall and thin middle-aged man, with a long sword hanging from his waist, he bowed to Wu Ming without humility or arrogance, gave a gift list, and his own subordinates opened the treasures one by one.

The dazzling array of gold and silver jewelry is still second, and the eye-catching ones are several jade bottles and jade boxes.

The people of the other two royal palaces have basically the same rhetoric, but the gifts are not quite the same.

"Zhao Gang, Zhan Wangfu, I have seen the little prince, if the little prince of the day is known to visit, the etiquette is not careful, I am deeply disturbed, I specially present the Confucian solitary treasure book 12 volumes, a pair of Lingzhang inkstone, three wolf iron pens, five pairs of orchid fragrant ink, and please ask the little prince to measure Haihan!"

Zhao Gang is a young man of five short stature and thirty years old.

Although he is not tall, he is the most powerful person among the three leaders, and his muscles are faintly bulging under his close-fitting outfit.

Wu Ming especially noticed that when he gave his hand, a pair of hands that were not unusual, there was a faint iron-gray brilliance that flashed away.

King Zhan's Mansion, that is, where Zhao Yu was born, really surprised Wu Ming with the treasures he sent, none of them could be used by martial artists.

What's even more surprising is that after giving gifts and apologizing, neither of them led the team to leave, but stood aside.

Although they didn't squint and didn't care about themselves, Wu Ming felt that they were all waiting for the last person to report the gift list!