Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu folded his hands on his chest and looked at the group of people in front of him who didn't know whether to live or die.

Although these guards looked tall and burly, in fact, there was no trace of martial arts training on their bodies. It was okay to scare ordinary people, but to deal with martial arts masters, they were simply seeking death.

These guards were not fools. After seeing the man in front of them casually throwing the horse away, how could they dare to go against the man in front of them? Even under the loud rebuke of his master, he only dared to gather the courage to come around and show off, without even daring to say a harsh word.

Seeing that his men were so incompetent, the noble man in white was so angry that he cursed regardless of his noble demeanor.

Murong Fu didn't bother to pay attention to this waste's dirty words. He glanced at the guard blocking him and uttered two words in Xixia dialect: "Get away!"

A group of guards exchanged glances with each other and consciously made way for Murong Fu. The one who hesitated for a little longer was thrown three feet away by Murong Fu, and his huge figure smashed a shallow hole on the ground. Shallow pit.

Murong Fu walked up to the Xixia nobleman who was spitting out fragrant fragrance, and glared at the two attendants who were supporting the nobleman.

These two people still had some courage, and they could still support their master despite Murong Fu's glare. But the price for having courage was having both of his legs broken by Murong Fu.

"You are not the Emperor of Great Xia, but you are using His Majesty's special colors. Do you want to rebel?"

The Xixia noble never expected that he, who was used to being so domineering, would be so unlucky today, meeting such a ferocious killer with extremely high martial arts skills.

However, he held on to his usual arrogance. Even if his life was in someone's hands at this time, he still refused to stand up. He sternly reprimanded: "Bold! Who dares to be rude to this prince? Do you know who the father of this king is?"

Murong Fu said coldly: "It turns out you are from the Daxia royal family. No matter who you are, you must pay the price today!"

Murong Fu raised his hand, and a force of suction pulled the waist knife of one of the noble's attendants towards him. Murong Fu held the knife in his hand and slashed it several times. The cold light of the knife rubbed the man's skin and cut the luxurious white robe into pieces. The flying fragments fell sparsely to the ground like butterflies flying all over the sky.

The aristocratic young man was so frightened by Murong Fu's operation that his face turned pale: when the light of the sword passed by, he clearly felt a layer of goosebumps on his body.

Just when the man thought that the other party would not really hurt him, a sharp pain came from the palm of his hand. When he saw clearly what happened, a blood splash flashed in front of his eyes, and the thumb of his right hand It also flew out.

"I will spare your life for now! If there is a next time, you will be punished. Remember, the person who cut off your finger today is Li Yanzong of Daxia Yipintang!"

Murong Fu uttered these words coldly.

Hearing the words Yipintang, everyone showed a look of shock: When it comes to the most mysterious and prestigious organization in Xixia, no one can compare with Yipintang. In the past few decades, Yipintang has been operating as an independent organization. It is said that even His Majesty the Emperor of Daxia does not have the authority to directly call on Yipintang's power. Its status is far above that of the Forbidden Army. Different from the Song Dynasty's idea of ​​using civil society to control military affairs, in Daxia, even high-level civil and military bureaucrats must treat the lowest-ranking officer in Yipintang with courtesy.

Anyone with a little bit of common sense should realize that such an organization with extremely powerful and uncontrolled power will inevitably not last long, but it has been running smoothly for decades, and its power is getting stronger and stronger.

When the white-clothed nobleman and others heard the other party announcing his home status, their hearts suddenly became cold.

It’s a failure today.

Then Murong Fu stopped paying attention to this group of people, and a few of them jumped up and rushed towards the west of the city.

It wasn't until Murong Fu's figure completely disappeared that the noble young man dared to cry out in pain and loudly scolded his men for their ineffectiveness. A group of subordinates looked ashamed and hurriedly rushed over to treat their master's injuries amidst the rebuke from their master.

At dusk, a house in the west of the city.

It is quite rare to have such a Jiangnan style villa in the land of Saibei. Although the courtyard is not big, it has a lot of things.

As soon as Murong Fu stepped into the courtyard, he noticed that there were other people in the courtyard, and the people's martial arts were quite strong.

Murong Fu's figure only tensed up for a moment, and then he relaxed and smiled helplessly: "Senior Brother Su, stop hiding, come out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound, and a shriveled little old man appeared in front of Murong Fu with a child about seven or eight years old.

Even though he was disguised, his shriveled body shape was difficult to change. As soon as Su Xinghe showed up, he smiled: "Junior brother, what a keen sense! I hid it so carefully, but you still discovered it."

Murong Fu rolled his eyes: "Senior Brother Su, although it is said that you have to perform a full set of performances, it is a bit too much for you to bring a random brat here from nowhere, isn't it?"

These two people were none other than the grandfather and grandson that Murong Fu had rescued from the horse's hooves just now.

Murong Fu didn't react at first. He didn't realize that a little old man who was setting up a stall on the street to tell fortunes was actually a master or his fellow disciple. Until Murong Fu put his hand on the old man, he immediately noticed that he was a master. The inner strength and one's own have the same origin.

In this way, it was not difficult to guess who the other party was, so Murong Fu simply went around in a circle to give Su Xinghe time to arrive earlier.

As soon as Murong Fu finished speaking, the "wild boy" Su Xinghe was holding couldn't help but speak: "Xiaoying is not some wild boy! Xiaoying is a girl!"

The soft and waxy voice was clearly that of a girl, but when compared with the dirty appearance, it seemed a bit out of place.

Murong Fu looked at Su Xinghe and said with a smile: "Hey, Senior Brother Su, she is a girl. Couldn't it be that Senior Brother Su had a relationship with some heroine in the world a few years ago?"

"Ahem, cough, cough." Su Xinghe choked and almost spit out blood: "Junior brother, don't tease me about your brother!"

Then Su Xinghe slowly told the life experience of this little girl.

It turned out that Su Xinghe arrived at the border between Song and Xia in disguise that day. It was getting late, so he went to stay at a farmhouse. There was only an old man and a little granddaughter in that family. Both the host and the hostess were killed in the last war between Song and Xia.

Su Xinghe slept in that farmhouse until midnight when a group of Song army officers and soldiers broke in and said that the old man's family owed taxes to the court. Over the years, how much grain and how much money would it cost to compound interest?

Years of war have made the people at the border already in dire straits. How can they have half a penny of food to cope with the tax collectors' exploitation?

The tax collectors were so mad that they wanted to use the old man's seven or eight-year-old granddaughter to pay off their debts. The old man couldn't argue with the tax collectors, so he was pushed into the corner by the vicious soldiers and fell half to death.

This scene was seen by Su Xinghe who was hiding aside: when the tax collector broke in, the old man asked Su Xinghe to hide aside.

Su Xinghe killed the tax collectors, dragged the bodies to the back hill and burned them all. But because of his old age, the old man was unable to save his life despite Su Xinghe's superb medical skills.

Out of guilt for this stranger, Su Xinghe kept the old man's little granddaughter with him.

What surprised Su Xinghe even more was that after Su Xinghe casually taught the little girl a few basic Qi-nurturing Kungfu of Xiaoyao Sect, Su Xinghe discovered that this little girl's martial arts talent was surprisingly high.

Su Xinghe had no children in his life, and he kicked out several of his disciples after only a few years of teaching. I was naturally happy to have such a little girl by my side in my later years, so I simply kept her with me.

After Su Xinghe explained the origin of this little girl, he laughed and scolded: "There are no rules, why don't you come to see the master uncle!"