Murong Fu Dongfangqing

I asked a few people along the street how to get to Dali Wuliang Mountain, and those who were asked shook their heads and said they didn't know.

Murong Fu is also very helpless. In this era, transportation is difficult, and many ordinary people will never leave their homes for the rest of their lives.

He had no choice but to go west all the way according to the memory of his previous life. As long as he was close to Wuliang Mountain, he could always inquire about it.

Passing by a steamed stuffed bun shop, a man in Tsing Yi was punching and kicking a little beggar, cursing: "You bastard, let you steal my buns, see if I don't beat you to death..."

The man started very viciously, attacking the weak parts of the human body.

"Okay, I finally got the chance to be a hero!" Murong Fu suddenly regained his energy.

He didn't really have any sense of justice, it's just that he came to this world of martial arts and never had the opportunity to display martial arts, which made him feel very bored and bored.

Murong Fu stepped forward and grabbed the big man's hand, turned his face to one side without looking at him, and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you hit someone!"

The big man twisted his hands, but found that he couldn't move at all, and said angrily: "This damn beggar stole my buns.

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Murong Fu replied: "He is a beggar in the first place, so he should treat it as a charity, why did he do such a heavy hand?"

The man in Tsing Yi took a look at Murong Fu, he saw that this young man is so strong at such a young age, and he is equipped with a long sword, he is probably one of those high-ranking martial artists.

He didn't dare to be rude at the moment, and said in a harmonious voice: "Young man, this little beggar has already stolen my buns many times. The first two times I saw him pitiful, but he didn't say anything, but he made every effort to come here every day. How can I manage my small business?" I can bear it."

Murong Fu was a little embarrassed, there were only three things, so it was indeed the little beggar's fault.

Let go of the man's hand, take out an ingot of ten taels of silver ingot and throw it to him, and said: "Forget it, I will compensate you for this money. If he comes again in the future, you just give him a few buns a day. That's enough." not enough?"

When he went out, A'Zhu put more than a hundred taels of silver in his bag.The cost on the road is very low, so it is a bit extravagant.

The man nodded amiably and said, "Enough is enough, I will definitely obey the young man's orders."

Murong Fu turned around and wanted to leave, he casually glanced at the little beggar, but his heart trembled, those were a pair of bright and lifeless eyes, containing endless darkness and indifference.

How desperate it must be to have such a look.The little beggar fell to the ground, tightly wrapped from head to toe in a gray ragged shirt, his face was so smeared that he couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman, and his little hands were tightly covering something.

Murong Fu's heart softened for no reason, and he stepped forward to help the little beggar, "Your name is..." Before he finished speaking, the little beggar glanced at him, turned around and ran away on his own.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then he felt relieved, the little beggar probably doesn't believe that there are good people in this world.

After being addicted to being a hero, it's a pity that he is just an ordinary person, Murong Fu lost interest, so he found an inn and took a nice hot bath.

Taking a hot bath is the best way to relieve fatigue, so whenever he goes to a town, Murong Fu will definitely enjoy it.It's a pity that it is still not as good as the hot springs of later generations.

Murong Fu set off again, and went to a remote place in the town, he happened to see several little beggars kicking something in a circle.

Inexplicably, Murong Fu thought of the little beggar before, so he hurried over, only to hear them all chattering: "How dare you not pay taxes in our land!"

"That's right, you bastard, let's see if we don't beat you to death!"

"Kill him, kill him..."

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Murong Fu pushed the two beggars away and shouted: "Stop."

The beggars around stopped and looked at Murong Fu blankly.Murong Fu looked on the ground, and it was indeed the little beggar from before, with a bunch of footprints on his body, still clutching something tightly in his hands, it should be the buns he stole before.Word<upper￥new/speed￥degree most&駃=0

A little beggar said harshly: "Hey, don't meddle in your own business." At the same time, he raised his fist.

Murong Fu glanced at him, a gleam of anger flashed in his eyes, he snorted coldly, but didn't speak, raised his long sword slightly, ready to draw it out at any time.

Another little beggar who was a little older next to him saw that he was dressed in extraordinary clothes and held a sword in his hand. He was probably not easy to mess with, so he immediately said: "Forget it, let's go." After speaking, he waved his hand and led the other beggars to walk quickly. gone.

Murong Fu helped the little beggar up again, but felt that his body was light and light.Just as he was about to speak, the little beggar left on his own.

Even though he suffered twice in a row, Murong Fu had an urge to catch up with him and explore his story, so he endured it in the end.Hire a carriage out of town and continue heading west.

At night, Murong Fu parked his carriage in the forest, and was meditating in the car to practice the nameless mind method. He may not practice inner strength, but the nameless mind method must be practiced every day.

Suddenly, the ear moved, and the sound of weapons intersecting was faintly heard in the distance.Murong Fu stopped cultivating, and this was the first time he encountered a vendetta in this world, so he couldn't help following the sound curiously.

After a while, Murong Fu came to a wide area, hid behind a tree and saw from a distance, but there were three middle-aged men besieging an old man.

I saw the three swords pointing directly at the old man with blue light, using exactly the same moves, but piercing the old man's lower abdomen, left chest and throat respectively, which can be described as vicious and fierce.

The old man held the sword formula with his left hand, and lifted the long sword obliquely with his right hand, until the three of them rushed forward, the long sword swung left and right to open the swords on both sides, and then swung the sword upwards, and the middle sword was also swung away.

"Wonderful!" Murong Fu secretly cried out in his heart, this stroke is ingenious and coherent, perfectly round and satisfactory.It is not difficult to see that this old man must be a master of swordsmanship, who could it be?Murong Fu turned his mind, thinking about the master swordsmen in Zhongjin Book.

In the blink of an eye, another dozen or so moves passed, and the old man's martial arts were obviously much higher than the three of them, but his movements froze occasionally, as if he had suffered serious internal injuries, and he was even a little merciful.

Murong Fu looked puzzled, the old man's injury obviously couldn't be delayed any longer, it was really incomprehensible to be soft on the enemy under such circumstances.Even so, the three of them were obviously not opponents, and every sword thrust would be dodged or parried by the old man.

All of a sudden, the old man held the swords of the three people, drew half a circle in the air and pushed them away, then the sword was handed over to the left hand, and the right hand slapped the three people's faces with a backhand.

This slap was very strange, even if the three knew that the old man was going to slap them in the face, they couldn't dodge it.The three of them flew out backwards, "Puff" all spat out a mouthful of blood, and exclaimed in unison: "Liancheng Jue!"

"Pfft..." The old man also vomited a mouthful of blood, he had used a small amount of internal force just now, which aggravated the injury.The old man breathed a sigh of relief, walked slowly towards the three of them with his sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "You beast, don't kneel down yet!"

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