Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu smiled slightly and shook his head helplessly: "Well, who made me destined to be a hard worker? I agree."

The middle-aged scholar showed a look of surprise, but before he could speak, Murong Fu changed the subject: "But don't blame me for not reminding you in advance. I, Murong Fu, am not a saint. If you, the Ming Cult of the Middle Earth, dare to be ungrateful and repay kindness with resentment in the future, hehe, the fate of that old monster Ding Chunqiu will be the same for you."

After saying that, he linked his middle finger with his thumb, and with a flick of his fingers, two invisible sword energies crisscrossed and cut out. With two "chi chi" sounds, one wall of the inn was cut into four pieces like tofu, and the bleak moonlight filtered in from outside.

The bearded man opened his mouth so wide that a fist could fit in. The middle-aged scholar was a little better, but he was speechless for a long time. He calmed down after a long time and said reluctantly: "Mr. Murong's sword energy is really shocking. It's true that there is no false reputation. My Ming Cult has always been clear about gratitude and resentment. How can we be such a shameless villain who can't tell right from wrong?"

Murong Fu snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "Lead the way! These followers of mine must follow me too!"

Now that he knew about the grievances of the Ming Cult, Murong Fu would of course take precautions in advance. Although he was a figurehead as the deputy leader of the Western Region Ming Cult, he was still prepared for the worst. He brought A-Bi and others with him for this reason: In this world, how many people are ungrateful and heartless?

The middle-aged scholar said respectfully, "Of course. The sedan chair is ready, please move."

When Murong Fu and his party left the inn, they saw four sedan chairs neatly lined up at the door. Each sedan chair was equipped with eight bearers, and the specifications were extremely high.

Murong Fu waited for Ah Bi and the other two to get on the sedan chair before he stepped into it. As soon as the sedan bearers lifted the sedan chair, they ran away as if the wind was blowing under their feet. The sedan chair was stable and did not shake at all, which was obviously due to the training. Although he was confident that the Ming Cult of the Central Plains would not be so ignorant of the current situation, Murong Fu still kept a watchful eye along the way. Fortunately, nothing unusual happened.

After about a meal's time, the sedan stopped in front of a large mansion.

The house covers a large area and there is a faint pungent smell in the air.

Xiang Zheng introduced: "This is the main altar of our Mingjiao, and it is also a lacquer garden. On weekdays, brothers in the sect gather here in the evening and work here during the day. Due to good cover, we have not encountered any major troubles in the past ten years."

Murong Fu nodded. The Ming Cult believed in Ming Zun. According to the teachings of the Ming Cult, Ming Zun was the great god of light who dispelled darkness. Therefore, the followers of the Ming Cult had the habit of lighting lamps at night to worship Ming Zun.

Xiang Zheng and Yan Lie led the way in front, and Murong Fu and the other three followed. The group passed through many winding corridors. Along the way, Murong Fu noticed seven auras hidden in the dark, but none of them were hostile.

Finally, we arrived at a rather secret room.

Xiang Zheng said in a deep voice: "Young Master, Master Murong is here to invite you."

"Please come in, Master Murong."

A steady baritone voice came from inside, sounding like a young man, and Murong Fu keenly noticed that there was an extremely weak breathing in the room, which was intermittent, like a spider silk in a storm, and it was completely broken at some point.

Xiang Zheng said respectfully, "Mr. Murong, I will take you here. Please go in on your own."

Murong Fu said to Xiang Zheng: "Take good care of my three servants. Don't go too far. I may call you later."

As soon as Murong Fu opened the door, a scorching heat wave hit him in the face, almost knocking him over.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, and activated the cold and yin energy in the Beiming true qi, and the stuffy feeling immediately dissipated.

Seeing Murong Fu coming in, a young man immediately stood up to greet him: "My name is Xia Fangla, currently the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult. Greetings, Master Murong."

Murong Fu bowed in return: "I've heard a lot about you." He looked at the future leader of the Ming Cult, the most famous rebel in the Song Dynasty.

Fang La was about twenty years old, with eyebrows like paint brushes, eyes like cold stars, a slight beard, and a vigorous and heroic spirit between his eyebrows. Although he was young, he had the momentum of a person who had been in a high position for a long time. His breathing was steady and long, just like a master of internal skills who had practiced internal skills for decades.

Murong Fu nodded and said, "Right Envoy Fang is so young, but he has already entered the third level of the Great Shift of the Universe. He is truly a young hero. It seems that the next leader of the Ming Cult will undoubtedly be Right Envoy Fang."

Fang La was shocked: Qiankun Da Nang was the highest skill of Mingjiao, which was no secret to the top leaders of Mingjiao. His Gusu Murong clan was known for its extensive knowledge of hundreds of schools, so it was not surprising that he knew this. But the other party said that he had just entered the third level of Qiankun Da Nang, which was extremely terrifying. He had indeed entered the third level of Qiankun Da Nang a month ago, and even his father, Mingjiao leader Fang Shoujing, did not know this.

Fang La looked at Murong Fu deeply, and was extremely shocked to find that he could not see the depth of the man in front of him at all. He was obviously about the same age as him, but he looked like an ant in front of him. When he looked at him again, Fang La's eyes were filled with many complex emotions - awe, excitement, loss and so on. The original doubt in his heart had long been thrown away by him, and his attitude became more respectful.

Murong Fu said, "On the way here, the flag bearer told me the situation. My useless nephew is not good at martial arts, but his medical skills are passable. I don't know why he pushed this matter to me, his uncle, but I think he has his reasons. In this case, let me see the patient first."

Fang La hurriedly took Murong Fu through a screen and came to a couch.

Murong Fu looked over and saw a girl who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old lying on the embroidered couch. She closed her eyes, frowned, and kept chattering her teeth. She was obviously in great pain. Murong Fu frowned slightly: Why does this scene look so familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere before?

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Fang La called out to her softly a few times, but the girl seemed unaware.

Fang La apologized, "My sister has been infected with this disease since she was young, and her body is extremely weak. Every time it attacks, her whole body feels like she is falling into an ice cave, and she often faints from the cold. Even lighting a full charcoal fire in the house is useless."

Murong Fu saw this and was already 70% sure. He said, "Let's check the pulse first."

Fang La carefully pulled out half of the girl's arm from the quilt, and saw that the girl's body trembled noticeably.

Murong Fu put his hand on the girl's wrist, and a stream of extremely pure Bei Ming Qi slowly flowed along the girl's wrist into her meridians.

After years of hard training, masters who have practiced internal skills can use their true qi to leave their bodies and injure people from a distance, but most of them can only make some large and direct attacks, which shows the exquisite twists and turns of Baihong Palm. But there are probably no two people in the world who can manipulate true qi to enter other people's meridians and explore the subtleties like Murong Fu.

As soon as Murong Fu's true energy penetrated, a large amount of cold air suddenly surrounded it like a group of sharks that suddenly smelled blood, and launched a crazy attack on the tiny wisp of true energy.