That night.

Murong Fu sat by the window, looking at the still bustling streets below, and said with a smile: "Luoyang has the most beautiful flowers in spring, and there are hundreds of thousands of houses in the shade of red and green."

As Luoyang, second only to the capital of the Song Dynasty, there are countless rich people here who are worth tens of millions. There is an endless stream of young men from aristocratic families and wealthy businessmen who come from far away for leisure and entertainment.

There are also some famous princes, high-ranking officials and nobles who also come here to enjoy themselves while hiding their identities.

There are poets, swordsmen, famous sentences, and stories here.

He hugged his lovely wife who was dressed in gauze and drank the old wine from the pot. He couldn't help but feel deeply in his heart and laughed loudly: "I'm drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman. I'm awake and holding a murderous sword. I don't want a city jade, but a murderous sword!"

Maybe his voice was too loud and disturbed passers-by.

Suddenly, a very tall man, followed by more than a dozen people, stopped in a hurry, raised his head and shouted to Murong Fu: "The Hulu are not exterminated, why do we need to take care of our family!"

Murong Fu was stunned. The top floor of Mengmu Garden was five stories high.

Even if ordinary people can shout up to this point, they won't be able to hear it as clearly as in their ears, and they can't help but look over.

I saw a man in his thirties, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth, and a square face.

Wearing an old gray cloth robe that was still slightly tattered, he looked extremely powerful.

Hua Jing frowned in Meng's pretty eyebrows and reminded: "Fu Lang, this person has deep inner strength, and his dress vaguely resembles that of the Beggar Clan. I'm afraid he is one of the higher-ups."

Murong Fu's heart was extremely complicated at this time. He did not expect to see the greatest hero in the world right here and now.

He is both a hero in his own heart and an old enemy that he cannot let go of.

However, at least at this time, they can still be friends.

"Haha, brother, you have such profound internal strength. If I guess correctly, you should be Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan?"

Hua Jing was startled by her dream. She didn't expect that the other party was Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan.

Qiao Feng was also stunned. He saw that Murong Fu was an extraordinary person. He looked like he was not an ordinary person. However, he did not expect that the other party could actually recognize his identity at a glance. He was full of curiosity:

"Brother, you are brilliant. I am Qiao Feng. I wonder who you are, brother?"

Murong Fu smiled faintly and said: "I am Murong Fu!"

suddenly.

The lively street suddenly became extremely quiet, and everyone's heart seemed to be hit by something, beating violently.

An invisible momentum instantly overwhelmed them and made them breathless.

The space between the two people looking at each other was like a whirlpool, forming a huge aura, and the entire void was slightly distorted.

Nan Murong!

Beiqiao Peak!

Meet!

Lao Shi Monk, Gongsun Wulong, Gongsun Lan and others also felt the collision of momentum and rushed out of Mengmu Garden.

They all looked at Qiao Feng and others cautiously.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, fearing that the two of them would fight here next moment.

"Gulu~"

Some people who were in a bad mood finally knelt on the ground and vomited crazily under this terrifying pressure.

Murong Fu and Qiao Feng thought for a moment and suddenly laughed:

"Haha, it turns out to be you!"

After laughing, Murong Fu said: "I have good wine here! Ten jars!"

"Haha, Qiao Mou Liutan!" Qiao Feng said with a laugh.

"please!"

There is no need for words between heroes!

I have wine and you have stories!

One word drink!

In the Mengmu Garden Hall, Murong Fu and Qiao Feng were sitting at the same table. The wine jars collided with each other and they raised their heads to drink.

The strong aroma of wine and the pleasure of cutting one's throat.

Why is it such a good word?

Drinking from jar after jar.

It's like a child competing with a toy, competing to see who can drink faster and drink more.

At this moment, they were two drunkards and two ordinary people, with the most innocent look in their eyes.

An hour later.

Both of them were already drunk and on the verge of collapse.

"No, let's decide the winner next time!" Murong Fu pushed the empty wine jar and said with a knot in his mouth.

"Happy! Goodbye!" Qiao Feng wiped the drink from the corner of his mouth, stood up and left.

"Don't help me, I'm not drunk!"

When Murong Fu saw Qiao Feng, he was half-carried out of the restaurant by his subordinates. He pushed away the people who came to help him and staggered up the stairs.

Won!

My son has won!

Many people were speechless when they saw this, and they didn't understand the significance of this kind of competition. They asked curiously: "Why don't the two of them use their inner strength to force the wine out?"

"Amitabha, heroes cherish heroes, you don't understand." The honest monk said with a smile.

"Haha, Nan Murong and Bei Qiao Feng, they have been compared by outsiders since they debuted, especially the young master. Most of his reputation is based on the Murong family."

"So, outsiders always think that Qiao Feng has the upper hand over our young master, so..." Bai Zhantang explained with a smile.

Only then did everyone suddenly realize.

No wonder, my young master has to climb up.

Hua Jing shook her head because of her dream and followed Murong Fu, but she didn't help him and just let him leave.

Beef Soup on the side seemed to have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. He pulled Gongsun Lan forward and hugged Hua Jingyinmeng's arm, and begged in a low voice:

"Sister, you have already worked very hard during the day, and you will be busy with the restaurant business tomorrow. Why don't we sisters take care of Fu Lang tonight?"

When Hua Jingyin Meng heard the pun about beef soup, not only was he not angry, but he smiled slightly: "Do you want to try it?"

"Ah?" The beef soup was startled, but he quickly realized what the other party meant and nodded: "My sister and I both want to try it."

Hua Jing looked at Gongsun Lan curiously because of her dream: "You want it too?"

Gongsun Lan's face turned red and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. She was worried about the beef soup alone, so she had no choice but to nod her head and say "hmm" softly.

"Okay, then my husband will leave it to the two sisters tonight."

Hua Jingyin Mengxiaoxiao didn't fight for it. She knew very well that Murong Fu's current physique was too much for one person.

Beef Soup Unexpectedly, Hua Jing was so happy that Meng was so easy to talk to, and she almost jumped up and down.

Less than half an hour later, Murong Fu crawled up and down and finally climbed onto the bed.

Beef Soup looked at Gongsun Lan with a smile: "Sister, hurry up and take off your clothes for me."

"Hmph, why don't you take it off yourself?" Gongsun Lan said angrily.

"I've taken it off several times, it's your turn." Beef Soup said with a proud smile.

Gongsun Lan suddenly realized, no wonder, when they were on the road, she and Murong Fu were listless during the day, but in high spirits at night. He said angrily:

"If you want to come, do it yourself. I'm not in a hurry anyway."

Beef Soup smiled, did not refute, and leaned down to change Murong Fu's clothes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched Murong Fu's neck, he was pulled to the bed. He was startled. After a few breaths, a blushing voice came out.

Gongsun Lanxin spat: "Little prodigal girl, you are satisfied now."

Unexpectedly, the next moment, I heard Beef Soup’s voice calling for help:

"Good sister, come and save me..."

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