Abandoned wife in the bridal chamber: General, you are divorced

Chapter 334 Paintings
If he knew that it would make no difference whether he smashed the ring or not, and he would lose face in front of everyone, why would he bother to do such a thing? !
Thinking about it, before he knew it, he felt great resentment towards Murong Fengyuan and the two of them.

No one knew, with his thoughts together, a stream of light flashed across the imprint of the butterfly on Jun Chuyue's back shoulder, and when the stream disappeared, the imprint seemed to become more vivid.

And this change happened in the blink of an eye, neither Murong Fengyuan, who knew about Ming Die, nor Jun Chuyue himself, were aware of it at all.

Seeing that the ring is close at hand again.

The damaged stage frames just now were removed, and only a place of the same size as the arena was surrounded by cloth curtains. When people competed in the cloth curtain, as long as they went out of the cloth curtain circle, they would admit defeat, which was different from the so-called Falling into the ring has the same effect.

Murong Fengyuan stepped directly into the curtain with Huang Guang in his hand, and as soon as he put the person down, Huang Guang had already yelled the words of admitting defeat, and then with a big red face drooping, he dragged the copper hammer and walked away from the crowd without looking back. leave quickly.

Afterwards, people went up one after another, but without exception, they all surrendered under the hands of Murong Fengyuan.

The cheers outside the curtain became louder and louder.

Jun Chuyue crossed her hands and fingers in the muff, with a faint smile on her lips. She knew that this was not Murong Fengyuan's real strength. He didn't even use a sword, and he was already in the ring with his bare hands. Standing firm on—

It's not just that she has improved.

His kung fu is also more refined than before.

I saw a man in black clothes standing with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the winter wind, like a waving banner, with sword-like brows and phoenix eyes, half-drawn eyes, revealing aloofness, and the aura around him was overwhelming, In the blink of an eye, it spread out from the field.

By this time, no one in the audience dared to go up to fight.

Everyone is well aware that the final winner of the Xiancheng arena in the Shangyuan Festival this year is a certainty, but they still feel a little bit uneasy in their hearts. After all, Murong Fengyuan came to the stage too early, and many people had the opportunity to reveal themselves. With one hand, they won a few games, but with that man on the stage, they may not win a game in a row.

This has to be said to be sad.

The owner of Jiuxianlou, Chang Zhu couldn't help laughing when he mentioned this matter during the banquet——

After the beating was over, he hosted a banquet for heroes from all walks of life in Jiuxian Tower, and Murong Fengyuan naturally became a guest of honor, and sat with Jun Chuyue in the private room on the third floor.

After drinking for three rounds, Chang Zhu said with a smile: "Mr. Murong's kung fu is really superb, and this old man is really a feast for the eyes. It's just that the young master is from the capital city and has a lot of experience. I don't know if I can see this little thing for the old man Good looking, of course, regardless of whether the young master likes it or not, the things promised will be taken out."

Murong Fengyuan replied indifferently: "Your Excellency is too modest, what the owner of Jiuxianlou has brought out is not an ordinary thing."

"Hahaha, if you can be grateful to the young master for not giving up, the old man will be satisfied."

As Chang Zhu said, he asked his servants to bring the things up: "Young Master Murong, please look, this is a painting treasured by the old man, and don't underestimate this painting. It is a unique treasure in the world, and it is said that hanging it on the wall and watching it day and night can strengthen your body and even strengthen your true energy. This old man thinks that this painting is a perfect gift for your son.”

Jun Chuyue: "..."

After hearing these words, she inevitably felt a sense of being fooled, but this feeling disappeared in an instant the moment the sandalwood box was opened and the scroll unfolded.

I don't know how long the painting has gone through, and the paper has turned yellow.

What is painted on the painting is a freehand painting, with splashes of ink, several ink marks, and a few strokes, it outlines a woman's slim back standing on the top of the mountains. If you look at it from the current perspective, people and scenery should be They don't match up very well, but in this painting, they seem to be very harmonious, and even the harmony makes her have a faint feeling of déjà vu.

"This painting..."

She subconsciously reached out to touch the screen, and just as her fingertips touched a little, she froze again.

Murong Fengyuan looked over: "Madam?"

"I feel……"

Jun Chuyue withdrew her hand, spread her palm under her eyes, moved her five fingers a few times, and raised her eyes with disbelief on her face: "It's strange, I think this painting is really beneficial to people's cultivation."

She did feel a slight change in the zhenqi in her dantian, as if she had been enlightened.

Obviously this is just a painting, could it be said that it is really a fetish that fell from the nine heavens? !

Murong Fengyuan's eyes dimmed slightly, he thought of something, he raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair: "Since it's beneficial, then madam, let's take it, it's not a waste of time."

"Haha, what the old man said is absolutely true, but this painting is too incredible. If the old man didn't get it himself, he would be as suspicious as the two of you."

Chang Zhu smiled, persuaded him to have a few more glasses of wine, and suddenly changed the subject: "Mr. Murong, you have such martial arts, so I wonder if you have the idea of ​​preaching and teaching? The old man has a son who just turned seventeen this year. If Mr. Murong doesn't Abandoned, can you stay in Xian City and teach Gouzi Kung Fu?"

"Feel sorry."

Murong Fengyuan opened his thin lips lightly, and resolutely spit out two words.

He is traveling around the world with his young wife, enjoying the mountains and rivers, how can he have free time to stop in this city and teach others martial arts?

Jun Chuyue was looking at him with his head tilted, and Murong Fengyuan turned his eyes after finishing speaking, and the two eyes intertwined in mid-air. They understood each other's thoughts, and they couldn't help but smile——

Too much has been missed between them.

Every moment together is precious, where else is time left for others to dabble in? !
Chang Zhu was rejected, but he was not angry, and continued to persuade the wine with a smile. Seeing that the pot of good wine had bottomed out, and when he ordered Xiaoer to serve again, he suddenly said, "I've watched today's beating, and I don't know what to do." Seeing Mr. Murong arguing with others, how can you know who that woman is?"

"I don't know." Murong Fengyuan said in a deep voice, "I'm not interested either."

The voice was a little displeased, Chang Zhu glanced at Jun Chuyue knowingly, and smiled again: "I don't have any malicious intentions, let alone want to affect the relationship between the two husbands and wives. You don't need to be so defensive."

"..."

Jun Chuyue stretched out her hand, patted the back of the man's hand comfortingly, raised her eyes and asked Chang Zhu, "Dare to ask, who is that woman from?"

"Saibeilou's family." Chang Zhu became serious, "Miss, have you heard these four words?"

"Never."

Jun Chuyue said honestly that she had never heard of it. After all, she was not from Xiling, so of course she would not say this. Chang Zhu obviously didn't expect that she had never even heard of Saibeilou's family. Somewhat surprised.

(End of this chapter)