Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu sneered, "That's true, but I, Murong Fu, don't like cowards who hide their heads and show their tails, nor do I like to keep hidden dangers. Since it can be solved immediately, let's solve it now. If I'm not mistaken, the boss has already informed the person behind the scenes. Wait, it won't be long before the real owner will come to the door."

Zhang Dun was surprised: "You knew from the beginning that the store owner would go and tip him off? Did you wait here on purpose?"

Murong Fu waved his hand and said, "Relax, even if the enemy has thousands of troops, I can protect Prime Minister Zhang. However, there is a story. I remember that during the reign of Emperor Renzong, Prime Minister Han Qi said to Di Qing, 'The one who calls out the names outside the Donghua Gate is a hero.' Prime Minister Zhang, tell me, who is the hero at this moment?"

Zhang Dun's face turned red, then blue, and between the changes of red and blue, he seemed to be practicing "The Great Shift of the Universe". He glared at Murong Fu fiercely: "At this time, what are you talking about with that corrupt scholar who knows nothing about military affairs and can only write a few moral articles?" His words showed disdain for Han Qi, and he felt helpless that Murong Fu still didn't behave properly at this moment.

Murong Fu laughed: "Now that Prime Minister Zhang said so, I don't have to worry about him calling me a crude warrior one day."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a loud "bang" downstairs, as if a door was kicked open, followed by a series of chaotic "ding-dong", "clang" and "crash" sounds.

Murong Fu frowned slightly.

Zhang Dun smiled and said, "Trouble has come to us, so let's go out and deal with it."

Murong Fu frowned and said, "The real master didn't come! What came was just a bunch of scum."

Zhang Dun was surprised and asked, "How did you know?"

Murong Fu said: "The footsteps of these people are chaotic and their breathing is up and down. For masters who have practiced internal and external skills to a certain level, their breathing will not be chaotic and regular even if they are asleep or fighting to the death. Unless they are seriously injured or on the verge of death. Therefore, these guys must be a group of inferiors. I am just very curious, why a group of inferiors dare to come to trouble me, Gusu Murong, this is really strange."

Zhang Dun laughed and said, "How many strange things have there been in this world?"

Murong Fu said: "For safety, uncle, please come with me to prevent the enemy from making a feint to the east and attacking in the west to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

Zhang Dun looked at Murong Fu with appreciation: Being able to think of this possibility in such a short moment shows that he has the prerequisites to become a great general.

Murong Fu pushed the door open and walked out, followed closely by Zhang Dun. At this time, Azhu and A Bi had also heard the noise and came out. The three of them stood behind Murong Fu, watching what was happening in front of them.

Murong Fu said coldly: "Where did this wild dog come from, barking here in the middle of the night?"

The leader was a big man with a curly beard. Compared with the others, his aura was quite steady and his steps were firm. He seemed like a man with some skills. However, he was definitely not qualified to cause trouble for Murong Fu.

The bearded man was furious when he saw Murong Fu. He pointed at Murong Fu and yelled, "Damn it, you little white face, what do you think you are, 'Southern Murong' Murong Fu? I am the Flying Night Demon Xiang Yongcheng, do you recognize me?"

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Murong Fu thought for a moment at the speed of light, then uttered two words crisply and clearly.

"Asshole! How could you not recognize me? You killed my second brother, my only sibling and dearest friend in this world. How could you not recognize me?"

Murong Fu was stunned: Who is his second brother? When did I kill this person? Why don't I remember it at all? If that's the case, he would have a valid reason to seek revenge on me. Damn it, why can't I remember it at all? I haven't killed many people.

Murong Fu, who couldn't remember who his enemy was at this moment, was just like Prince Duan, who couldn't remember who his lover was - there were too many to remember at all. When Xixia was guarding the city gate to seize power, he killed thousands of miscellaneous soldiers in one night.

Seeing Murong Fu with his hands behind his back and a confused expression, the bearded man was furious: "Okay! Then I will let you die knowingly today. Three years ago, you killed the leader of the Huaiyang Gang, Xiang Wanghai, on the Bian River. I am his biological elder brother!"

Murong Fu thought hard in his mind and finally remembered. It seemed that there really was such a person. He remembered that he was accompanying Benxiang to Luoyang to find Doctor Xue to treat his injuries. On the way, they encountered a small gang robbing and they dealt with them. It was not him who did it himself. It was Gongye Qian who killed him. It seemed that his surname was Xiang or Xiang?

When he thought about the other party's only brother, beloved relative and friend who died indirectly at his hands, Murong Fu felt even more sorry. So, with deep guilt towards the family of the deceased, Murong Fu tentatively asked: "I'm sorry, since the dead cannot be resurrected. How about this, how about I give you more money?"

Murong Fu's tone was full of sincerity.

The bearded man was startled, then flew into a rage: "You're looking for death!"

He leaped upstairs, waving his vinegar-jar-sized fist at Murong Fu. This leap was so fast and agile, and his light-kung fu skills were extremely advanced. Compared with his tower-like figure, it was like Zhang Fei embroidering better than Da Qiao. This huge gap made Murong Fu dazed for a moment, and he forgot to attack or dodge.

The bearded man was startled when he saw Murong Fu's posture. The strength in his hand weakened a little, and the punch that was originally intended for Murong Fu's forehead also deviated a little. He even muttered in his heart: "This kid's martial arts is so poor, I'm afraid the rumors are not true?"

However, the bearded man soon regretted his decision so much that his intestines turned green. Before his powerful fist could reach within three feet of Murong Fu, he felt a flexible force blocking him like a transparent wall of air.

With a dull "bang" sound, the bearded man felt as if he was a fast-running bull that crashed into an oncoming mountain. His end was naturally miserable. Immediately, he heard a "crack" sound, and one of his arms was broken. His body as big as a mountain flew backwards, smashing a large number of tables and chairs.

The companions of the bearded man were so shocked when they saw the miserable state of the man that their eyes nearly popped out of their heads: the bearded man who was almost a god in their minds, actually ended up with such a miserable end without even lasting a single round. This, this was too unbelievable.

Someone subconsciously went forward to help the bearded man, but he struggled to get up and cursed angrily: "Get out of here! I don't need your help!"

Having said that, he was extremely weak and his voice was obviously lacking.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "You should be thankful that you held back on your last blow, otherwise you would be a dead body now."

The bearded man growled, "You used magic to plot against me, it doesn't count, let's fight again!" But he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

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Murong Fu shook his head helplessly and smiled: "Don't pretend, you are not Xiang Wanghai's brother. No real brother would hold back when avenging his only twin brother. This is one reason. Second, your martial arts skills are very high, ranking among the best people I have ever seen. It is unreasonable for such a person to be with a group of young men who hang out at the docks and porters. Therefore, there is only one possibility, that you are deliberately hiding among this group of people. But I really can't guess your purpose, so please help me solve my doubts."

The bearded man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and was about to reply when he was interrupted by a figure coming in from behind: "Fourth brother, I told you not to be reckless. What did the eldest brother tell you?"

Murong Fu looked at Wensheng who had just come in with a smile.

The man felt a little embarrassed when Murong Fu looked at him, and he bowed and said, "My name is Xiang Zheng, and this is my fourth brother Yan Lie. I was a little impatient and offended you, young master. I hope you will forgive me."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "I don't want to know your origins, I just want to know what you are up to."

The middle-aged scholar smiled awkwardly: "This is a long story, please allow me to tell you from the beginning."

Twenty miles away from the inn, in a manor.

The entire manor covers a large area, nearly a hundred acres. It does not look luxurious from the outside, but the interior is simple and elegant. What is even more remarkable is that it is already midnight, and the entire manor is still brightly lit. The cost of such lighting is not something that ordinary middle-class wealthy families can afford.

Deep inside the manor, in a room.

The room is not big, but it is decorated in a very cozy and pleasant way. The warm colors seem to raise the temperature of the room by several degrees. It is already early summer and the temperature is already quite high. However, there are several pots of charcoal fire in the whole room. In a huge stove in the middle, the charcoal fire is burning fiercely. The temperature of the whole room is not much lower than that of a blacksmith shop.

However, this could not warm the trembling body of the room's owner.

On the bed, a young girl was wrapped tightly in a red quilt, her face pale. Perhaps because she had been ill for too long, the girl, who was already in her twenties, still had a youthful look on her face, like a flower bud that had not yet bloomed, the bud was tightly closed, but even so, one could still see the girl's pure beauty that could not be hidden by the illness. Her delicate posture made anyone who saw it feel pitiful, and it made people feel sorry for her, but they couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Next to the girl, a young man in black who looked somewhat similar to him was looking at her anxiously: "Little sister, don't be afraid, the man will be here soon."

The girl smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Brother, it's useless. Even the world's number one doctor Xue can't cure my disease. Who else in the world can cure it?"

The young man comforted her, "No, there must be a way. You are my only sister. Mother passed away early. Father is obsessed with the affairs of the church and never cares about us. You are my only relative since I was a child. I will never let anything happen to you."