Murong Fu Dongfangqing

The architectural styles in the city are very different, and there are various formats, but most of them are still built in the shape of tents, with white dome canopies and cylindrical bottoms.

"You can't really see it here, let's go in and see it!" Huo Qingtong laughed.

A group of people galloped on horseback.

At this time, a large number of people gathered in front of the city gate, a small part of them were dressed in simple armor, the same as the elite Hui tribe that Murong Fu had seen before, and the other part were dressed as ordinary people.

Standing at the head is an old man and a young man. The old man is over sixty years old, with gray beard and hair, and a Chinese character face.

As for the younger ones, they are only in their thirties, and their faces are [-]% or [-]% similar to those of the old man, so they are obviously father and son.

Everyone is eagerly waiting for something.

"Father!" Huo Qingtong saw the leading old man from a distance, and shouted excitedly. When he got close, he hurriedly got off his horse and bowed to the old man, "See you, Father!"

Then he nodded to the middle-aged man next to him, "Brother."

Hundreds of soldiers and civilians around immediately burst into cheers, yelling something in their mouths.

Murong Fu didn't understand what they said, but seeing the admiration in their eyes and the excited expressions on their faces, it was not difficult to guess that it must be something like "Long live the saint", "The saint is back", "The saint descends to earth". Category.

Mu Zhuolun stretched out his hands and pressed down, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and then he looked at Huo Qingtong up and down, and laughed, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back, I received your call a few days ago The news said that you were ambushed, but it made my old bones very anxious."

"Isn't it? Father has been talking about these days that you shouldn't be asked to escort this year's supplies!" Hoayi interjected.

Huo Qingtong shook his head lightly, "Brother, don't say that, as long as it's about the tribe, Qingtong is duty-bound. By the way, it's all thanks to Mr. Murong that he can come back safely this time!"

"Mr. Murong?" Mu Zhuolun and his son were taken aback for a moment, then turned their heads to look at a young man not far behind Huo Qingtong, thinking in their hearts, this scrawny boy saved their daughter (sister)?

Mu Zhuolun was better, although he didn't believe it in his heart, but he didn't show much on his face, but Huo Ai said to Murong Fu: "Boy, what ability do you have to save my sister?"

Murong Fu frowned slightly, "Little brother, I am not very capable, but it is more than enough to save your sister!"

"Nonsense, who is your big brother!" Huo Ai was a little annoyed at Murong Fu's perfunctory, and immediately grabbed Murong Fu's polite words.Word<upper￥new/speed￥degree most&駃=0

"I'm so anxious, I'll kidnap your sister and leave, then you won't even be able to call me your big brother!" Murong Fu slandered in his heart, but said flatly, "Your Excellency wants to be my big brother, I'm afraid Not qualified yet!"

"You..." Huo Ai was furious immediately, and pointed at Murong Fu with one hand, but before he could say anything, Huo Qingtong hurriedly stood between the two of them, and stopped Murong Fu calmly, with a slight reproach in his mouth "Brother, is this how you treat your sister's savior!"

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at Murong Fu apologetically.

Hoayi's face froze slightly, and he stretched out his hand and scratched his head, "I'm not...I'm not... afraid that you will be cheated!"

Huo Qingtong rolled his eyes at him, "Don't worry, brother, Mr. Murong is not such a person."

Huo Ai gave a coy smile, and secretly winked at Murong Fu for a while, which obviously meant, "Boy, you're in trouble!"

Murong Fu didn't care, it's not difficult to see that this person is also a person with no scheming and a straightforward heart, as long as he finds an opportunity and shows him a little color, he will naturally be convinced.

Mu Zhuolun glanced at Murong Fu and Huo Qingtong, and said in his mouth: "Look at you, since you have a distinguished guest, why don't you quickly introduce the dental tent and let the guest stand outside the door, I am not the one who will come back." The hospitality style of the department.”

"Listen to father!" Huo Qingtong responded, and called Murong Fu to go to the city.

The structure of the city is very simple, a street runs through the entire stone city, one side is connected to the city gate, and the other side is connected to the tooth tent where the tribal leader lives. There are buildings of different heights on both sides of the street.

The so-called tooth tent generally refers to the camp where generals and commanders live in the Central Plains, but outside the Great Wall, it refers to the place where the head of a country lives, which is equivalent to the imperial palace in the Central Plains.

But this time the tooth tent is very crudely built, it seems that more than a dozen stone houses of different sizes are put together.

"Mr. Murong, do you think this tooth tent of this old man is nothing compared to the imperial palace in the Central Plains?" Mu Zhuolun said heartily, neither self-mockery nor modesty.

"You really have self-knowledge. Just this house, I'm afraid it can't even compare with some richer families in the Central Plains!" Murong Fu thought to himself, and then said: "Compared to the Central Plains, it is indeed much worse, but it is not the same. It doesn't have a flavor either."

"Haha, Mr. Murong is being polite. Although I have never been to the Central Plains, I still know a lot about the Central Plains!" .m.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, he didn't know for a while whether the old man just said it casually or meant something, so he hummed and stopped talking.

A group of people came to the main hall, and after the guests and hosts were seated, Mu Zhuolun said: "Qingtong, tell me about your encounter."

"Yes!" Huo Qingtong immediately told how he met the Mongolian soldiers, how he was poisoned, and how he was finally rescued by Murong Fu from the hands of the two elders.

After Mu Zhuolun finished listening, his expression was calm and he remained silent.

"These Mongols are getting more and more deceptive. If you think about it, the supplies from the previous two years must have been robbed by them." Huo Ai said angrily.

Huo Qingtong nodded, "I think so too, such a large Mongolian army cannot be a coincidence!"

Mu Zhuolun pondered for a while, and finally sighed, "Then what can I do? By the way, I haven't thanked Mr. Murong for saving my little girl. From now on, Mr. Murong will always be my friend of the Hui tribe. Definitely try my best to satisfy you!”

Huo Qingtong's face shook slightly, he didn't know why his father made such a big promise, even if it was really to repay his life-saving grace for himself, it was unnecessary.

Although Huo Ai had some opinions on Murong Fu, after learning that it was Murong Fu who saved his sister, his favorability towards him gradually increased, so he naturally had no objection to his father's words.

Murong Fu was taken aback for a moment, then his face was slightly happy, and he blurted out and asked: "Really?"

As soon as the words came out, I felt that it was not right. Originally, according to the customs of the Central Plains people, even if I wanted it in my heart, I should make excuses first, but it was too late at this time, so I had to smile embarrassingly.

However, Mu Zhuolun's face darkened, and his voice suddenly became louder, "The men on the grassland all promise the same thing. Since I can make this promise, I will definitely do it!"

"It would be great if this is the case, I will bring Huo Qingtong back to the Central Plains!" Of course, he just thought about this, and after calming down a little, he also felt that this matter was a bit strange, and this promise was too heavy Some, no matter how much Mu Zhuolun loves his daughter, it is impossible to repay the promise of an ethnic group.

Murong Fu chuckled, and replied calmly: "Of course friends should help each other. As long as there is something to do, I won't just stand by!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Murong is really straightforward!" Mu Zhuolun laughed, "At first, when I saw you look like a weak scholar, I thought your personality should be sour, but I was too worried!"

Murong Fu couldn't understand this old man more and more. This person seemed to be a person who has been in the top position for many years and is good at planning and planning, but judging from his speech, he didn't look like a person with deep scheming.

"Could it be that I'm too suspicious?" Murong Fu thought in his heart.

"Report to the leader, someone outside is asking to see you!" At this time, a soldier actually came to report.

"Oh? Did you say who it was?" Mu Zhuolun asked casually.

"There are two people, one old and one young. The old one is called Yuan Shixiao, and the young one is called Chen... Chen what..."

The soldier seemed to have forgotten the name on the newspaper, but he just patted his head honestly, and there was no look of panic or fear on his face, which shows that Mu Zhuolun usually treats his soldiers very generously.

When Mu Zhuolun heard Yuan Shixiao's three words, his face was shocked, and he hurriedly asked: "Is the other one called Chen Jialuo?"

"That's right, that's Chen Jialuo!" The soldier replied.

"Please, please!" A look of surprise flashed across Mu Zhuolun's face, and he immediately asked the soldiers to invite people in, and then he looked in the direction of the palace gate and was in a daze.

After a while, Mu Zhuolun seemed to remember that Murong Fu was still in the hall, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Murong, I lost my composure for a while!"

Murong Fu's thoughts turned rapidly, he had already met Chen Jialuo once, it was nothing special, he was not good at martial arts, not resourceful, he was indecisive, he had no opinion, it was impossible to become a master at all, but his master Yuan Shixiao, it was said that martial arts were unfathomable, I don't know him What to do?

In fact, he is the only one who dares to say that Chen Jialuo's martial arts is not good. You must know that Chen Jialuo's martial arts is also ranked in the top ten among the younger generation, and he is both civil and military, and has an extraordinary background.

When Murong Fu thought about it, he asked, "I don't know who is that Yuan Shixiao, who made the leader so excited?"

He couldn't think of how to address the leader of Huibu for a while, so he simply called him "Master Leader".

"Hey, don't call me Mr. Leader, it's ugly!" Mu Zhuolun waved his hand, "If you don't mind, you can call me Big Brother Mu!"

Murong Fu couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then he took a strange look at Mu Zhuolun, and called out, "Brother Mu!"

There was a "puchi", but Huo Qingtong couldn't help laughing when he saw Murong Fu's appearance.

"Mr. Yuan's name is rarely known in Central Plains, but his name should be very famous, that is 'Tianchi strange man'." Mu Zhuolun quickly told Murong Fu about Yuan Shixiao.

Murong Fu rolled his eyes, and thought in his heart: "What is so famous, no one has mentioned Tianchi strange man in these years, it must have been forgotten, after all, compared to evil and evil, Tianchi strange man is really a Nothing."

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