If you dare to steal your husband, you are doomed!

Chapter 50 Martial Arts Conference (1)
"Everyone also let Chu Changge sit on an equal footing with the Abbot of Shaolin, the head of Wudang, and the old man Shenji." Murong Yunshu said expressionlessly.

Lu'er pursed her lips, and said: "Young master is so powerful, it's a grievance to be on the same level as some bad old men."

Murong Yunshu shook her head amusedly, the master of martial arts was called a bad old man by her, if those little monks and little Taoist priests heard this, I don't know how they would react.

Walking all the way to the bottom of the ring, Murong Yunshu was about to turn to the empty seat next to him, but was stopped by Chu Changge who was walking in front. "Where is madam going?"

Murong Yunshu said lightly, "There are only four seats on the stage." The implication is that you can go to the stage alone to be awe-inspiring.

"I'll have someone add a chair next to me."

"The position next to 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, why drag me up there?"

"Have you ever listened to Husband Singing Wife?"

"You mean collusion?"

"Madam is very sensible."

Murong Yunshu secretly rolled his eyes, rushed the duck to the rack, and followed him onto the ring.As soon as he approached, he saw a very immortal...monk sitting next to Master Xuankong, the abbot of Shaolin?
After fixing his eyes and looking again, Murong Yunshu suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was clearly...Mr. Mo, the head of Wudang after he was ordained. "When did Master Mo abandon Wudang and join Shaolin?" She asked with a smile.

Sect Leader Mo stroked his beard slowly, and said: "Miss Murong is so humorous. Poor Dao's white hair was accidentally shaved off, not a shaved monk."

When mentioning 'shaving', Murong Yunshu turned his head to look at someone beside him who had a face of 'nothing to do with himself', and it's not difficult to think who did this kind of immoral thing.However, this head of Wudang really deserves to be a master of Taoism. After being shaved, he can still sit beside the abbot of Shaolin in such a calm manner. In comparison, Fang Hongfei, who wears a wig and is full of resentment, is inferior too much.

"Miss Murong." Mo's head said earnestly, "Even if these few beards of the poor are cut off, the poor will continue to persuade you, there is no balance between good and evil, you have to think twice before acting."

Murong Yunshu suddenly remembered that Head Mo had advised her to seriously consider her marriage with Chu Changge. It turns out... hey... Chu Changge is really unreasonable to protect his shortcomings.

As soon as Murong Yunshu sat down, he saw a white-haired old man walking towards the main seat with a little girl.

"Miss, it's the grandparents of the storyteller! Why are they here to join in the fun?" Lu'er asked suspiciously.

Murong Yunshu smiled at the old man as a greeting, and then answered Lu'er's question: "They have to come and see what happened in this martial arts conference in person, so they can go to the teahouse to tell stories later."

Lu'er suddenly realized, nodded and said: "First-hand news, no wonder so many people love to listen to his storytelling."

Chu Changge laughed as soon as he heard this, and turned his head to Murong Yunshu and said, "Madam, there are so many people with both civil and military skills in the Devil's Cult, do you want to consider changing to a maid?"

"No." Murong Yunshu ignored his gaze, looked into the distance and said calmly, "A person who is too smart is not suitable to be my maid."

Chu Changge raised his sword eyebrows, with an expression of "forget it", and couldn't help teasing after a few seconds: "So you only pursued so little."

Murong Yunshu tightened the corners of his lips, and said: "We who run a bank are only after making money to make you happy. As for making people happy, it doesn't matter if you don't pursue it."

"Is the lady implying that the husband likes to make people happy?"

"Explain."

"..." Chu Changge really 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 calm as a breeze, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Chu Changge's messy frustrated expression in the wind, and his heart suddenly felt indescribably happy, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

At this moment, the old man Shenji just approached them, and cheerfully said to Murong Yunshu: "Little girl, we meet again."

Murong Yunshu stood up politely, "Senior Shenji is still so old and vigorous, full of energy."

The old man Shenji shook his head frequently, sat down on the leftmost seat, and said: "No, the old man is getting old, and he is out of breath when he goes up the steps. I don't know who is trying to make things difficult for my old man. arena."

"The old monk sent someone to set it up." Master Xuankong said with a smile.

"I know that you, a stinky monk, are uneasy and kind!" Old Man Shenji said angrily, rolled his eyes, and looked disrespectful, causing everyone to laugh.

The three masters and one big demon arrived together, the drums were beating thunderously, and the martial arts conference officially started.Master Xuankong spoke first, to the effect that 'we convene the martial arts conference for the sake of harmony in the entire martial arts world, and all disharmonious factors must be eliminated'. To put it in Jianghu terms, it means to choose a martial arts leader and get rid of those who are disobedient, so as to protect the world Peaceful.After Master Xuankong finished his speech, it was Daoist Mo who spoke to the same general effect. In short, we all have to fight for the peace of Wulin.

Most people are listening to Master Xuankong attentively, while a small number of people are thinking about the little things in their hearts, such as Lu'er.

"Miss, you lied to me again." Lu'er pouted and accused her master of not treating the maid's head as his head.

"Yes." Murong Yunshu confessed.

Lu'er suddenly felt that she had nothing to say, she still had a lot of accusations in her heart, but as the saying goes, frankness is lenient, the lady has already admitted, what else can she say?Taking a step back, even if the young lady doesn't admit it, she can't have an opinion!Hey, no wonder Miss likes to make fun of her, she is just stupid, naturally stupid!

After some self-reflection and self-disgust, Lu'er adjusted her mentality and asked, "Miss, when did you know that the storyteller is the old man Shenji?"

"Just now."

"What time was it?"

While listening to Daoist Mo's speech, Murong Yunshu replied to Lu'er, "When he stepped into the ring."

(End of this chapter)