The crescent moon gradually rose, and the lights in Murong Mansion lit up one by one.

It is worthy of being a famous big family in the south of the Yangtze River, the price of candles is high, and ordinary dignitaries cherish it as much as their lives, but the Murong family can be used as firewood.

Murong Longde took Zhao Wuqian to the martial arts arena, under the moonlight, there was already a beautiful young man standing in the center, the young man's eyes were sharp, the cold air was pressing, and he saw Zhao Wuqian and said: "I haven't seen him for many years, how is Daochang Zhao?" ”

The young man was born and grown, but he was half a cut shorter than his father, and his face was extraordinarily beautiful, and his white, glowing skin was even whiter against the moonlight, and if he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that he had come out of the painting.

Zhao Wuqian saluted from afar, "Meet Murong Gongzi, don't come unharmed." ”

"Fine? I'm very sick, since I was defeated by your broom, I can't be at ease anymore, my practice has been blocked for nearly two years, how can I say that I'm okay? ”

Zhao Wuqian smiled innocently, he wanted to say something kind, but he didn't know what to say.

Martial arts has always been like this, strong is strong, weak is weak.

If he didn't show his strength because he didn't care about Murong Gongzi's identity, he would inevitably be called disrespectful, and he would defeat him wholeheartedly, but his self-esteem would be shattered, and he would be in a dilemma.

Murong Yuan looked at him embarrassed and said bluntly, "It seems that I have embarrassed Daoist Zhao, no matter what, I have practiced hard all these years, and today I ask you for a sword!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a long sword stabbed straight in.

The Murong family has a long history of martial arts, and all factions have dabbled in it, and they are known as 'returning the way of the other'.

The move used in this sword is called 'Pingsha Falling Goose', which is the sword move of the Songshan school.

Seeing that he has already been full of fire, even the masters of the Songshan faction may not be as accurate as him.

From this trick, it can be seen that although Murong Yuan has been silent for a while, his hard work has not fallen into the name of the Murong family's 'giving back to others in his way'.

Zhao Wuqian was respectful, with two fingers in his left hand, he attracted the long sword, and his right hand came out of his palm, and the palm wind was dense, and he struck straight at her door with the 'Hundred Flowers Palm' method.

Only this palm can see the skill, Murong Yuan changed his tricks halfway, from 'Pingsha Luoyan' to 'Qimen Sancai Knife', this knife technique is passed down by the beggars, and it still makes the score exactly the same.

Using a long sword to perform the sword technique, the speed is more than doubled, but the strength is not as strong, aiming to attack without hurting people.

Zhao Wuqian withdrew with his right palm, saw the opportunity, stretched out two fingers and flicked violently on his sword, Murong Yuan's mouth was numb, and he immediately withdrew his sword.

This time they tested each other back and forth, and it seemed that although Murong Yuan had lost the upper hand, Zhao Wuqian was even more vigilant.

Flicking away the long sword with two fingers, the force on itself was great, and Zhao Wuqian's right forearm was already aching.

Murong Yuan said: "It seems that Daochang Zhao has improved a lot in martial arts in recent years. ”

Zhao Wuqian said: "Where is it, Brother Murong is powerful, it seems that I have to come up with some means!" ”

He pulled out the long sword, but Murong Yuan led the sword into the sheath, and he wanted to fight the enemy empty-handed.

"You let me just now, it's time for me to let you this time!"

Zhao Wuqian was ambitious, "Brother Murong is so big, this sword path will try it with you with real kung fu!" ”

Murong Longde on the side admonished: "Yuan'er, don't be rude!" ”

His eyes were fierce, and he could see that Zhao Wuqian was full of divine skills, and his sword drawing movements were simple and capable, and this time alone was better than most of the martial artists in the rivers and lakes.

Murong Yuan said with a smile: "Father, let's watch the child perform!" ”

But seeing that he set up a move, the internal force was carried out to the fingertips, the bone joints burst out, and his every move was very deterrent.

Zhao Wuqian said in his heart, 'It's so fast', and the 'Mountain-Moving Sword' method was stabbed, which seemed to be mediocre, but the strength was amazing.

Unexpectedly, Murong Yuan didn't dodge or dodge, his body leaned to the left, and he passed under the sword, and then used a violent force with one finger, directly at Zhao Wuqian's heart!

This blow came suddenly, Zhao Wuqian collected the sword to protect it, but he didn't want the sword blade to touch his fingertips, he was afraid that the sword blade would cut off his fingers and stagger the sword edge.

Unexpectedly, Murong Yuan attacked with the sword, and the fire splashed everywhere with a "bang", but it was not damaged at all!

"The Murong family's 'participation in the joint finger'?!"

Zhao Wuqian was shocked, this is the Murong family's peerless learning, and his finger power is indestructible, even if it is a divine weapon that cuts gold and jade, he is not afraid.

Murong Longde said: "It is the Murong family's 'participation in the finger', in terms of finger power alone, no one in the world can beat him except for the old man!" ”

"Participation and Finger" is the family tradition of the Murong family's martial arts, and the Shaolin School's "Flower Finger" side by side, the two fingering methods are one rigid and one soft, the rigid one can break the mountain stone, and the soft one can cut off the water flow, which is really a martial art tempered by thousands of tempers in the rivers and lakes.

Murong Yuan's eyebrows fluttered, as if he was the arrogant young man who dared to challenge Kunlun alone.

Zhao Wuqian calmed down slightly, and stabilized the long sword in his hand that was still vibrating from itself.

When the aftershocks receded slightly, he stabbed another sword, and the power more than doubled.

This sword is his full strength, since Murong Yuan already has such strength, he doesn't have to hide it, the young man is ambitious, and he wants to share it with him!

Murong Longde was quite appreciative, and his eyes lit up, because Zhao Wuqian's sword made him fearful, and he had to use some real kung fu instead.

"'Moving Mountain Sword' Method!"

With Zhao Wuqian's sword stabbing, the smile on Murong Yuan's face disappeared, and a serious expression took his place, and he weighed his 'Shen He Finger', as if he couldn't take this sword.

But he still wanted to give it a try, and with a "boom", the dust rose up, blocking the clouds and moon, and a series of fires shot out.

"Bang!".

In an instant, the two fought four times, but only heard a sound, which shows that the two of them are extremely fast, and their strength is also extremely great, and no one is weak when they are hard to fight.

Suddenly, Murong Yuan's strength skyrocketed, and the power of the 'Shenhe Finger' passed through the sword, hitting Zhao Wuqian's chest directly.

Zhao Wuqian was shocked, the long sword threw out of his hand, causing Murong Yuan to laugh, although the 'Shen He Finger' in his hand reduced his strength, the offensive was not slow, but urgent, and the wind came towards Zhao Wuqian's thigh.

Although this guidance could not hurt his life, he inevitably couldn't get up on one knee, which broke the face of the Kunlun faction.

Murong Longde's face was overjoyed, and he knew in his heart that his own child had won, and he was about to say something to stop him, but when he heard Zhao Wuqian suddenly shout "Sword come", the situation changed rapidly.

The long sword that flew out of his hand actually flew back on its own, stabbing Murong Yuan's hind legs, and the two were tied again.

Just when the battle was about to draw, Murong Yuan turned around suddenly, his hands were lightly supported, I don't know what kind of skill he used, the long sword actually came out of control, and stabbed Zhao Wuqian's hind legs, the angle and strength were exactly the same as Fang Cai's sword!

"'Fighting the stars'?! Another mastery of the Murong family!! ”

Zhao Wuqian exclaimed, and his voice changed sharply.

"It's the family tradition of martial arts 'Dou Zhuan Xing', I'm afraid!"

He recalled the scene of that day several times, and estimated that his strength should not be weaker than Zhao Wuqian, but if he could be less arrogant at that time and display all his strength, he would not be so miserable as defeated.

The arrogance at the beginning became Murong Yuan's inner demon, and in the past two years, he blamed himself, blaming himself for being young and frivolous, and blaming himself for not performing his mastery. This time, even if you lose, you will have no regrets.

Zhao Wuqian was flustered, his brain was spinning, and at the moment when the long sword stabbed him, he suddenly shot out the 'Hundred Flower Palm' from under his crotch.

The palm wind blocked the long sword, and then his knees were slightly bent, and he jumped upward, and flew into the air with the force of the anti-shock, making a move 'Yaksha Exploring the Sea' to capture Murong Yuan.

This move came too quickly, so fast that Murong Yuan didn't have time to react.

Zhao Wuqian grabbed him in the chest and wanted to throw him out, but who knew that his face immediately changed, his face was flushed, and he was stunned on the spot.

Murong Yuan was embarrassed and indignant, and the "snap" slap made a crisp sound, the hairpin was violently thrown out, and a waterfall cloud flowed down.

Zhao Wuqian said dumbfounded: "You, you are a woman?!" ”

Murong Longde flew over and looked at Zhao Wuqian with a little reproach.

His expression changed slightly, and he changed his smile again, and apologized: "Little girl Murong Yuan, please don't be surprised by Daoist Zhao, her daughter is competitive everywhere, she only hates that she is not a man, she has been dressed up like this since she was a child, and she calls herself a man." ”

"No wonder...... No wonder he was so pretty......"

Zhao Wuqian looked a little stupid, and stood there until Murong Yuan's figure faded away.

Murong Longde led him to the study and gave him some medicine to reduce swelling.

And his mind was full of that stubborn figure.

White-skinned and cloud-haired, long and tall, the sharpness between the eyebrows is less delicate than a southern woman, and more sassy with a northern woman.

During the Wei and Jin dynasties, the former Qin Fujian coveted the appearance of a pair of sisters and brothers of the Murong family, and even included the pair of sisters and brothers in the harem, and there were poems: a female and a male, and both flew into the purple palace.

Zhao Wuqian has been cultivating for many years, and the first time he saw such a face, his heart was like being struck by lightning, and he fell in love at first sight!

Murong Longde couldn't see Zhao Wuqian's thoughts, and said a little tentatively: "How about the virtuous nephew and the little girl?" ”

Zhao Wuqian said stupidly: "The posture of heaven and man, can only be said to be the posture of heaven and man!" ”

People who are righteous in the rivers and lakes have always described women with their appearance and martial arts, character comes first, appearance is second, Zhao Wuqian only talks about appearance and ignores character, which is rude.

But Murong Longde knew the appearance of his little girl who was captivating the country and the city, and he also knew that the young man was strong, so he didn't say much.

Murong Longde asked again: "Is such a woman worthy of the sword-wielding little flag officer of the Fusi of Beizhen?" ”

Zhao Wuqian wandered in his fantasies, and when he heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "What did you say?" ”

"It is said that the tiger father has no dog son, the former king of the Northern Martial Arts Li Sigu is such a hero, the little girl was fortunate to visit him with me, and by the way I saw his son Li Guxing......"

Zhao Wuqian was even more shocked, and his heart hung up, "And then?" ”

"You also know that the little girl is a competitive character, and Li Guxing competed with a wooden sword, and lost three times in a row, and since then she has been devoted to Li Guxing, and he will not marry. At that time, it was only a joke about the little daughter's family, but now the little girl is twenty years old, but she still has this thought, hey, sad old man! ”

These words made Zhao Wuqian's heart cold for a while, full of misery, and he understood the true meaning of what the master said that it is better to read thousands of books than to travel thousands of miles.

The words have already been said to this point, but they can go down the river and talk about the purpose of coming to the Murong family.

"Actually, what I asked for when I came to Murong's house is also related to Li Guxing. I think you know more or less about Li Guxing, he is now going to the beggar gang to ask for an antidote, I have heard that you have a relationship with the beggar gang, so I want to ask you to help in secret. ”

Murong Longde secretly thought about it for a long time, and his face was embarrassed.

He has always seen Li Guxing well, and he has a grudge against the beggar gang, so it is not difficult to mediate from the secret, and there is nothing that cannot be done.

It's just that in this way, the Murong family and Meng Biao have become an endless situation, and Li Guxing is the target of the world, if he openly protects him, he is afraid of the anger of the public, and the gun shoots the first bird, and the Murong family will not be able to accept the anger of the entire martial arts.

Zhao Wuqian saw him groaning, panicked in his heart, this life-saving straw must be grasped, and asked further: "Master Murong, what are you afraid of?" ”

Murong Longde shook his head, as if talking to himself, "This matter is difficult to do!" Difficult!! ”

Zhao Wuqian sighed in his heart, who expected Murong Longde to say another sentence that made him hopeful.

"It seems that this time I can only send the little girl to help, and I must not say that it is related to the Murong family!"