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Martial Arts Conference (1)
Cloaking up his cloak, Murong Yunshu said, "There are many women in this world who need attention."
"But you are the only woman who happened to have seen me most embarrassed."
"I thought you should choose to kill."
"Kill you, won't my banknotes really turn into waste paper?" Chu Changge smiled beautifully.
Murong Yunshu stared at him for two seconds, then lowered his eyes and stopped talking. He is so unpredictable, his eyes are clearly full of sadness, but his face is arrogant, as if no one can help him.
She should have known that he was just a coincidence to her. As he said, she needs to rely on, and he wants to lend his shoulders and get what he needs, nothing more.
No wonder that after leaving Shaolin Temple during the day, he insisted on owing her favors, but he didn't let her owe him. He needs some excuses to be nice to her, but he doesn't want her to be "passionate," and don't even owe others.
Murong Yunshu smiled bitterly. It turned out that some people can be selfish to the point of selflessness. It is a pity that this selflessness is not because of how special she is in his heart, but because he needs to pour those feelings that have nowhere to vent to a person.
Fortunately, she has been sober and will continue to sober.
Murong Yunshu wanted to leave Shaping Town overnight, but after thinking about it, he felt too susceptible to escape without saying goodbye. She is a good person, why should she run away because of his selfishness? He can be kind to her inexplicably, and she can accept it with peace of mind. She just takes what she needs and has nothing to do with Fengyue. Therefore, she stayed and participated in the martial arts conference with him casually, watching him talk and laugh, and wait for him to make trouble.
There are many people participating in the martial arts conference, in addition to the head of each faction, there are also many disciples under its sect, and the lineup is strong. However, the lineup is not as large as that of the Demon Cult.
Murong Yunshu knew that Chu Changge would not be alone in the danger, but she didn't expect that he had brought three rudder and twelve halls, it was like a demonstration.
"Madam is absent," Chu Changge said with a smile.
"Is there anything worth paying attention to?" Murong Yunshu asked blankly.
Chu Changge looked forward to the silent venue since he stepped into Shaolin Temple, raised his eyebrows and said, "Not yet."
Murong Yunshu moved his eyelids and stopped answering. In fact, after the ‘deep talk’ last night, she really didn’t want to talk to him, and couldn’t tell the reason. In short, she was upset.
Looking up and forgetting the four vacancies on the Forgotten Ring, Murong Yunshu shook his head lightly. These martial arts decent sects hate Chu Changge on the one hand, and respect him as a guest on the other, which is extremely contradictory.
As was thinking, a small comment suddenly came from ear...
"Look, that's Murong Yunshu, who has a lot more temperament than Lin Shui'er. Fang Hongfei is really eye-catching. Everyone who sits in Jinshan doesn't want ladies, but chooses Xiaojiabiyu, who lives in Jianghu."
"You don't know this. When Fang Hongfei retired, Murong Mansion was downright in his family. He was called the wind to turn the rudder and the grass to fall with the wind."
"I didn't expect that the young owner of Famous Sword Mountain Village had such a character."
Lu'er was very happy when he heard that, and smiled cheerfully, "Miss, did you hear that? Everyone said you are better than Lin Shui'er!"
"Everyone also let Chu Changge sit on an equal footing with Shaolin abbot, Wudang head and the old man of Shenji." Murong Yunshu said blankly.
Lu'er squashed his mouth and said, "My uncle is so powerful, it's wrong to sit on an equal footing with a few bad old men."
Murong Yunshu shook his head amused, and Martial World Taidou was said to be a bad old man. If these words were heard by those little monks and little Taoists, don't know how they would react.
Walking all the way to the bottom of the ring, Murong Yunshu was about to make a turn to take a seat next to him, but was held by Chu Changge who was walking in front. "Where is the lady going?"
Murong Yunshu said lightly, "There are only four places on the stage." The implication is that you can go on stage alone.
"I asked me to add a chair next to me."
"The position beside you is too dangerous."
"The most dangerous place is the safest place."
Murong Yunshu sighed softly, and said helplessly: "The Martial Arts Conference is your stage, what do you do to pull me up?"
"Have you ever listened to your husband?"
"You mean embarrassment?"
"Madam is very perceptive."
Murong Yunshu secretly rolled his eyes, drove the ducks to the shelves, and followed him to the ring. As soon as he approached, saw Shaolin Abbot Master Xuankong sitting next to a very immortal...monk?
Looking at it again, Murong Yunshu suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was clearly... Mr. Mo, the head of Wudang after shaved. "When did Sect Leader Mo abandon Wudang and vote for Shaolin?" she asked with a smile.
Sect Leader Mo stroked his beard slowly, and said, "Miss Murong is humorous. The poor white hair was accidentally shaved, not a shaved monk."
Speaking of ‘shavedness’, Murong Yunshu turned his head to look at someone beside him who looked ‘it’s none of his own’. It’s not hard to think who did this kind of wickedness. However, the head of Wudang is truly a master of Taoism. He had his hair shaved, and he could still sit beside Shaolin abbot like this calmly. In contrast, Fang Hongfei, with a wig full of resentment, was bad. too much.
"Miss Murong." Sect Leader Mo said earnestly: "Even if the beards of the poor Dao are cut off, the poor Dao will continue to persuade you, and you must think twice before acting on both sides."
Murong Yunshu suddenly remembered that Sect Leader Mo had suggested that she carefully consider her marriage to Chu Changge. It turned out... Hey... Chu Changge, it's really unreasonable to keep it short.
As soon as Murong Yunshu sat down, he saw a gray-haired old man with a little girl walking towards the main seat.
"Miss, it's the ancestor and grandson of the storyteller! Why are they here to join in the fun?" Lu'er said suspiciously.
Murong Yunshu smiled at the old man and said hello, before answering Lu'er's question: "They must personally see what happened in this martial arts conference before they can go to the teahouse to tell the story."
Lu'er suddenly realized that he nodded and said: "First-hand news, no wonder so many people like to listen to him."
Chu Changge smiled when he heard this, and turned his head to Murong Yunshu and said, "Madam, there are so many people in the Demon Cult that are both civil and military, do you want to consider changing to a maid?"
"No." Murong Yunshu ignored his gaze and looked into the distance lightly: "A person who is too smart is not suitable to be my maid."
Chu Changge raised his sword eyebrows with an expression of'then forget it'. After a few seconds, he couldn't help but teased, "So you just want to pursue it like this."
Murong Yunshu narrowed the corners of his lips, and said, "We open the bank, and only seek to be happy with money. As for getting people happy, we don't want to pursue it."
"The lady is suggesting that her husband likes to make people happy?"
"Explicitly."
"..." Chu Changge wanted to ask, in her eyes, does he also belong to the category of "not very smart"...
Although Murong Yunshu's face still looked as indifferently as the breeze, Yu Guang glanced at Chu Changge's messy frustrated expression in the wind, and his heart suddenly couldn't express his ease, and the corners of his mouth were gently raised unconsciously.
At this time, the old man of Shenji just approached them and said to Murong Yunshu cheerfully, "Little girl, we meet again."
Murong Yunshu stood up politely, "Senior Shenji is still so old, strong and full of energy."
The old man of Shenji shook his head frequently, and sat down in the leftmost position, and said: “It’s no good, the old man is getting too old and is panting up the stairs. I don’t know who is deliberately having trouble with my old man. The ring."
"Lao Na sent someone to build it." Master Xuan Kong laughed.
"I know that you smelly monk is uneasy and kind!" The old man Shenji said angrily, rolling his eyes, looking like an old and disrespectful, making everyone laugh.
The three great masters and one demon came together, drums thunderous, and the martial arts conference officially began. Master Xuankong first speaks, to the effect that “we are convening the martial arts conference for the harmony of the martial arts, and all the factors of disharmony must be eliminated.” To put it in quack terms, choose a martial arts leader and get rid of the disobedient to protect the world. Taiping. After Master Xuankong finished speaking, it was Daochang Mo's speech. The general idea was almost the same. In short, we all have to be for the peace of the martial arts. Most people are listening attentively to Master Xuankong. A small number of people think about the little nine in their hearts. , Such as Lu'er.
"Miss, you lied to me again." Lu'er pouted her mouth to accuse her master of not taking the maid's head as his head.
"Yeah." Murong Yunshu confessed.
Lu'er suddenly felt that she had nothing to say. There were still a lot of accusations in her heart, but as the saying goes, the lady has already admitted it. What else can she say? Taking ten thousand steps back, even if the young lady does not admit it, she can't have any opinions! Hey, no wonder Miss likes to make her happy, she is stupid, naturally stupid!
After some self-reflection and self-rejection, Lu'er adjusted his mentality and asked: "Miss, when did you know that the storyteller is an old man of magic?"
"Just now."
"When was it just now?"