Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Soybeans and beef are essential items for internal masters in the Jianghu. Those who practice internal energy need to meditate in addition to practicing and recovering internal strength, and the recovery is very slow. But having soybeans and beef is different, at least Can save a quarter of meditation time.

What surprised Murong Fu was that these seemingly common-sense things were generally only known to those with deep backgrounds in the big faction, and the other party asked for such a large amount, obviously there are many masters.

Murong Fu looked carefully at the old man's eyes, suddenly his pupils shrank slightly, isn't this man the Green Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao?

"Does it mean that the masters of the Mingjiao have also come to Dadu?" Murong Fu was puzzled. According to the situation that day, the Mingjiao and the six major factions had already formed a deadly enmity, and their vitality was seriously injured. Zhang Wuji did not become the leader of the Mingjiao. They came to Dadu doing what?

"Shopkeeper, give me twenty catties of soybeans and ten catties of various vegetables!" A young woman in plain clothes came in and said.

"A member of the Emei sect!" Murong Fu was taken aback for a moment, although the woman deliberately dressed casually, he could tell at a glance that the way the inner energy of this woman circulated belonged to the Emei sect.

How could people from the Emei sect appear here?Murong Fu became more and more puzzled, if he deliberately changed his disguise and sneaked into Dadu, could it be that he got the news that the Six Great Sects were captured by Mongolia?

"The shopkeeper's..."

Murong Fu turned his head to look, and another young Taoist priest in a blue Taoist robe came in.

Compared with the first two, this little Taoist priest is much more high-profile, wearing bright Wudang costumes, with the small word "Wudang" embroidered on the cuffs, as if he was afraid that people would not recognize him.

"Master Dao also wants soybeans?" the shopkeeper asked with a smile before the little Taoist could speak.

The little Taoist is called "Taoist", his face is slightly red, and he waved his hands, "No, no, no, I don't want soybeans, just cook me some vegetables and rice, half and half of meat and vegetables!"

"Haha, you little Taoist priest came out and ate behind your elders' backs!" The diners in the hall immediately burst out laughing.

The little Taoist seemed very embarrassed at once, and stammered in his explanation: "Don't...don't talk nonsense, I... I'm buying food for my... grandpa!"

Most of these diners were ordinary people, and they didn't hear anything wrong with the little Taoist's words, but Murong Fu stood up suddenly, with an indescribably shocked expression on his face.

In the Wudang sect, there is no one who can be called "grandfather" except Zhang Sanfeng. "So Zhang Sanfeng has come here in person?"

I haven't seen him for ten years, and I don't know what kind of state this old man has reached!Murong Fu was stunned for a while, and finally sighed with a complex expression. Although there have been no rumors of Zhang Sanfeng making a move these years, the title of "Wulin No. 1" has always stood firm.

Recalling Zhang Sanfeng's demeanor ten years ago, Murong Fu asked himself that even with his current martial arts, he would not be able to do so freely, after all martial arts are not equal to the realm of cultivation.

After listening to the young Taoist's words, the Emei female disciple and Wei Yixiao also had different expressions, Wei Yixiao's complexion was slightly dark, while the Emei female disciple's eyes brightened slightly, with a flash of joy.

Not long after, the three of them got what they wanted, and left in a hurry without talking to each other from the beginning to the end.

"Let's go too!" After a while, Murong Fu said to Huo Qingtong, and then walked out the door.

Huo Qingtong had noticed Murong Fu's strangeness long ago, without saying a word, he dropped a piece of silver on the table, and followed.

The three of them walked in different directions, Murong Fu hesitated for a moment, then followed the little Taoist priest from the Wudang sect.

The little Taoist is not really stupid. After going out, he started to walk around in the street. He walked around four or five streets before suddenly speeding up. After walking another two or three miles, he turned into a small remote courtyard. .

"What are you following him for?" Huo Qingtong finally couldn't help asking.

"Hey, you'll find out soon!" Murong Fu smiled slightly, then hugged Huo Qingtong, and landed in a corner of the courtyard without a sound.

Huo Qingtong was used to being hugged by him along the way, she didn't say anything, just bounced away as soon as she hit the ground.

At this moment, an old voice came over, "Which two friends are here to visit the old Taoist, please come in and tell me!"

Murong Fu glanced sideways at Huo Qingtong, and then walked towards the hut.

A smug look flashed across Huo Qingtong's face, and he muttered softly, "Hmph, you deserve it!"

Murong Fu pushed the door open and entered, only to see a small table in the main room, with a few hot and tender dishes on it, Zhang Sanfeng sat in the middle with chopsticks in one hand, while the young Taoist priest just looked Standing aside quite nervously.

Seeing this old man again, Murong Fu couldn't help being stunned for ten years, his appearance has not changed at all, white eyebrows, white hair, white beard, and the skin on his face is plump and rosy, his whole body has an air of air. If you go out and wander around, you will definitely be regarded as a living god.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Murong Fu carefully for a while, then smiled, "So it's little friend Murong, I haven't seen you for ten years, but little friend Murong really surprised the old man!"

Murong Fu chuckled, "A real person has good eyesight, even if he hasn't seen him in ten years, he can still recognize him at a glance!"

"Little friend Murong's appearance has changed a lot, the reason why the old Taoist can recognize it is just a guess, in the world today, besides little friend, the old Taoist can't think of anyone else who can have this skill at such an age! "

Murong Fu smiled slightly, pulled a chair casually, and sat across from Zhang Sanfeng, "I won't mind if you come here for a meal, kid!"

"Haha, little friend Murong doesn't dislike it, how can the old man not allow it." Zhang Sanfeng smiled heartily, then turned his head to the little Taoist next to him and said: "Qingfeng, this is the head of the Murong family in Jiangnan, Mr. Murong. Come forward and say goodbye."

Qingfeng immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Murong, "I've seen Mr. Murong!"

"Brother Xiao Dao, you are welcome!" Murong Fu replied, raised his right hand falsely, but there was no energy fluctuation, Qingfeng straightened up involuntarily.

Qingfeng immediately looked indescribably surprised. Although his martial arts were not ordinary, he had been in contact with Zhang Sanfeng for a long time, so he naturally had good eyesight. No wonder the patriarch praised this man so much, it turns out that he is really so good.

Murong Fu's expression was indifferent, and he glanced at Zhang Sanfeng quietly, just caught a trace of shock deep in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, and couldn't help showing a little smug expression.Word<upper￥new/speed￥degree most&駃=0

Qingfeng came back to her senses, saw a beautiful woman standing behind Murong Fu, and hurriedly brought a seat.

"Thank you!" Huo Qingtong thanked.

Qingfeng was at a loss for what to do, his face turned red, and he said hastily, "No, no!"

"Please, friends!" The four of them sat down, Zhang Sanfeng made a gesture of invitation, and then a jug and a wine glass on the table floated to Murong Fu's body automatically, the spout of the jug tilted, and the wine was poured automatically.

What really surprised Murong Fu was that there was no energy fluctuation coming from the surroundings, everything was so natural and wishful, like a fairy magic.

Qingfeng had long been familiar with this scene, but Huo Qingtong covered her mouth lightly with an inexplicably horrified expression.

Murong Fu couldn't help being a little discouraged, he reached out to take the wine glass, drank it down, and said: "It seems that Zhang Zhenren has entered the country very quickly in the past ten years!"

Zhang Sanfeng, however, sighed, "At this age, I still talk about entering the country. It's just that I have nothing to do, and I have learned a little more! But the reputation of the little friend is very big in the Jianghu. I only know the little friend when I saw him today. His martial arts cultivation is much higher than the rumors."

"Don't dare, compared with the senior, there is still some distance behind!" In the blink of an eye, Murong Fu regained his composure.

"I'm ashamed to say that if it wasn't for the little girl who made the noise just now, the old Taoist wouldn't have noticed the arrival of the little friend!" Zhang Sanfeng suddenly changed the subject and said pointedly.

Murong Fu slowly explained: "To be honest, the boy was seriously injured because of the battle at Guangmingding, and he has been recuperating in a hidden place. He didn't come out to inquire about the news until he recovered from his injuries recently, and happened to meet little brother Qingfeng !"

"No wonder..." A dazed look flashed across Zhang Sanfeng's face, "Well, speaking of it, the reason why the old man came to the capital of the Tartars is also because of the battle of Guangmingding."

"A few months ago, Yuan Qiao brought a large number of Wudang disciples down the mountain to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Demon Cult. He hasn't returned for a long time. The old Taoist sent people out to inquire, but there was no news, and the same is true for other sects."

"Until a month ago, Lingmei led someone up to the Bright Summit and came back safely. The old Taoist went to inquire, but did not get any news. Not long after, the crystal palace, a mysterious organization on the rivers and lakes, suddenly sold a piece of news at a sky-high price. The disappearance is related to the Ruyang Palace!" Speaking of this picture, Sanfeng took a deep look at Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's expression was natural, but his heart was full of joy, "Who thought of this idea, I must reward it well when I go back, I really got the master's true inheritance!"

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't see the slightest flaw in Murong Fu, and continued to say: "After the six factions got the news, they were about to rush to the Ruyang Palace in the Western Region, but there was a sudden rumor in the rivers and lakes that all the disciples of the six factions were imprisoned in the capital of Mongolia. .”

"Considering that the Mongolian capital also has the influence of King Ruyang, the old Taoist decided to come to this capital to explore first. I guess other factions also think the same way!"

"So, all the six factions have come?" Murong Fu asked in astonishment.

"No." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, "Last time the sects sent most of the elite disciples, for the sect's fundamental considerations, they may not send people this time!"

What he said was too implicit, for the sake of the foundation of the sect, it is obvious that there is no master to send!Murong Fu secretly slandered in his heart, and asked: "Then the real person has heard anything?"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, "Mostly there are several heavily guarded places, the old Taoist has been there, not at all, even the Ruyang Prince's mansion, the old Taoist has also been there, although there are many experts inside, but there is no one from the six sects, Perhaps this is just a rumor deliberately let out by the Mongolian side!"

"With Zhao Min's scheming, it would be strange for you to find him so easily, but I wonder if Zhao Min will hide him in Wan'an Temple?" Murong Fu frowned slightly, thinking to himself.

Seeing that Murong Fu was thinking about something, Zhang Sanfeng didn't say a word, and started eating on his own.

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