Zongwu: Murong Fu! I want both the beauty and the kingdom

"Ding~ Congratulations to the host and Qiao Feng for becoming sworn brothers. As the saying goes, those who are close to vermilion will be red, and those who are close to ink will be black. The host automatically obtains the title of 'Haoran Zhengqi', and the host's luck will increase greatly!"

Murong Fu and Qiao Feng had just become sworn brothers, and the title of host was given to him. Murong Fu thought to himself, is he now considered one of the protagonists of the Tianlong world, after all, he has become Qiao Feng's sworn brother.

Murong Fu and Qiao Feng then walked towards the Deaf and Mute Valley, but saw a large stone in front of them with a chessboard on it. Two people were playing chess. The one on the right was a short, skinny old man, and the one on the left was an even skinnier old man, who was none other than Master Ku Rong.

Bao Bu Tong laughed and whispered, "Are these two skinny old men looking at themselves in the mirror? They are both so skinny that their bones are just skin and bones. It's like fortune-telling."

"Third brother, be careful with your words!" Murong Fu turned his head and shouted, interrupting Bao Bu Tong's words.

"Of these two, the one on the right should be Mr. Su Xinghe, and the one on the left should be Master Kuruo. These two can be called national players in the Go world, so you shouldn't use such foul language!" Murong Fu said, half explaining, half scolding.

When he got closer, he saw that the chessboard was carved on a large bluestone. The black and white pieces were all glowing and glittering. Both sides had placed more than a hundred pieces each. Murong Fu knew at a glance that it was the exquisite chess game that he had seen in the Wuliang Cave on Wuliang Mountain.

Master Kurong played each chess move very slowly, but the situation was extremely stalemate. It could even be said that Master Kurong was in a dilemma and had no idea where to start. Beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

"Hey, Master Ku Cao, since you are always in such a dilemma and can't make up your mind, why don't you just not do it? I see you are so anxious that oil is pouring out of your mouth. Don't do it anymore, go home and take good care of yourself!" Bao Bu Tong was getting impatient, and seeing that Master Ku Rong was sweating like oil, he shouted.

Duan Zhengchun and the others turned around and glared at him, but Master Kurong actually stood up, put his hands together and said, "Donor Bao is a man of great wisdom. I am obsessed with appearances! Thank you for letting bygones be bygones and giving me advice today."

Master Kurong was originally a Go expert, but after many years of Buddhism, his Go skills have declined, and today he was also confused by Murong Fu's words. Therefore, in the game of Zhenlong Go, he seemed to be questioning his conscience.

In the past, the deceased master and uncle asked why Buddhism was not as popular as before. In the future, the common people asked why Buddhism was known for doing good but was doing evil. It was really in a dilemma.

I didn't know what the future of Dali Buddhism would be like. The voices of the crowd surrounding me made me feel like my head was going to explode. If it had been a little later, I would have committed suicide.

Just at this moment, Bao Bu Tong's words woke him up, and he really should thank him.

"Eh? You're welcome, you're welcome! I, Bao Bu Tong, am a good man who respects the elderly and loves the young, but I can't bear to see an old man like you suffer!" Bao Bu Tong replied with a grin. Master Kurong also smiled, and then found another place, sat cross-legged, and began to treat him.

The next person to sit down was Duan Zhengchun. Duan Zhengchun had been a sensual lover in his early years, but he had dabbled in many arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. He naturally also learned Go, and his skills were very advanced.

After Duan Zhengchun sat down, the white chess piece was placed very quickly at first, but then it gradually slowed down. Looking back at the chess pieces he had placed before, none of them were beneficial to the battle situation. Duan Zhengchun's eyes were solemn, and every move he made was extremely cautious. He didn't even notice that there was another person coming to the valley.

Before seeing the person, I heard his voice first, "Xingxiu Old Immortal, you have boundless magical power, you have unified the world, and you will live forever!" I saw a group of people coming, with a sedan chair in the middle that was ventilated on all sides.

There is a flag on the left side, with the words "Boundless Power". Opposite to it, there is another flag on the right side, with the words "Terrifying the Jianghu". In the middle of the sedan chair, there is an old man with a childlike face and white hair, with an immortal look, like a hermit, which makes people feel respect.

When the old man got closer, he saw the woman beside Murong Fu, waved his sleeves and said, "A Luo, you are here too!? Is the baby in your arms your child?"

Wang Yuyan was also very happy to see the old man: "Dad, A Luo hasn't seen you for many years. Dad, where have you been all these years?"

This person was Ding Chunqiu, but after being asked by Wang Yuyan, a trace of embarrassment flashed across the old man's face. "Dad went to Xingxiu Sea to look for the martial arts manuals of my Xiaoyao Sect. It was not until last year that he returned to Gusu to look for you, but he found that you were not in Gusu Wang's Sect. You said you went to Dali!"

"Dad, you haven't come to see me for so many years. I don't want to care about you. Also, I changed my name to Wang Yuyan. Don't call me A'Luo anymore!" Wang Yuyan turned her head away, as if she was unwilling to pay attention to Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu was a little embarrassed, and the disciples of Xingxiu Sect were even more shocked. When had they ever seen Ding Chunqiu like this? Was he still the Xingxiu Immortal who killed people to establish his authority over others at the slightest disagreement? Was he still the Xingxiu Immortal who was so powerful that he could shock everyone?

This person must be some daughter slave or some rich man!

However, Ding Chunqiu was so anxious that he scratched his head and face when he saw Wang Yuyan ignoring him. At this moment, Wang Liang began to cry. Wang Yuyan turned her back to Ding Chunqiu and began to gently rock her son to coax him.

"This kid, is this kid my grandson?"

"Father-in-law, it's my son!" Murong Fu said. He knew it was Ding Chunqiu when he first saw him. But he was not sure about Wang Yuyan's attitude towards him, so he did not answer at first. But when Wang Yuyan called him father, he knew that although Ding Chunqiu was an unforgivable evil in the eyes of outsiders, from his attitude towards Wang Yuyan and Wang Yuyan's feedback, Ding Chunqiu loved Wang Yuyan very much.

Ding Chunqiu felt relieved when he saw Murong Fu answering. However, he acted as if he was intimidating everyone and said in a deep voice:

Murong Fu, I know you. You must be nice to A-Luo in the future. Although my daughter is much older than you, her appearance is the best in the world! If I find out that you are not nice to my daughter, even if A-Luo tries to stop you, I will let you know the power of my Qi-Transforming Technique."

"Father, what are you talking about? Fulang is very good to me, but you didn't even come to see your grandson.

He was always killing people outside. I used to think killing was fine, but after Liang'er was born, I felt that everyone is born by their mother and raised by their father, and that life is precious.

This is your grandson, come and see him too!" Wang Yuyan said as she held Wang Liang in her arms and showed him to Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu wanted to reach out and hug her, but seemed to be afraid and ultimately did not reach out his hand.

"A'Luo, just hold him. Hold him and let me see. I'm full of poison and I'm afraid it won't be good for him." Ding Chunqiu saw that Wang Yuyan was unhappy and hurriedly said.

Ding Chunqiu's poison skills have reached the highest level, how can he not control it? I'm afraid he is too concerned and has too many worries.

Wang Liang saw the old man with a white beard in front of him, smiled, and grabbed the old man's beard and squeezed it hard.

Ding Chunqiu felt a sharp pain under his jaw. He looked at Wang Liang, who was scratching his beard and chuckling. Ding Chunqiu also laughed happily.

He finally hugged Wang Liang and came in front of everyone in Xingxiu Sect, laughing loudly, "This will be your young master from now on! Hahahahaha, my grandson! Hahahaha~~~"