Zongwu: Murong Fu! I want both the beauty and the kingdom

"Of course, I also thank Elder Bai for giving me this opportunity." Murong Fu said with a smile, and at the same time stepped forward, moved his hands slightly, and took Bai Shijing's arm back.

With a snap, Bai Shijing couldn't help but cry out in pain. He had just wanted to reattach his arm, but Murong Fu's technique was strange and he couldn't reattach it on his own. This time, Bai Shijing was sweating profusely from the pain!

"Hahaha, Mr. Murong, you have the heart of a young man!" Wang Jiantong was in a good mood. It was a blessing for the Song Dynasty to have such a peerless genius!

"But when I saw you perform my Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms, there were some changes. I, Wang Jiantong, am a quick-witted person, so my dear nephew, you must tell me why!"

Wang Jiantong had already noticed that Murong Fu's fighting style had changed during the fight, and now that the misunderstanding was resolved, he asked immediately. He could truly feel that only the moves had changed, but the power had been greatly increased.

The person who was most shocked to hear Wang Jiantong say this was not Ma Dayuan, nor Bai Shijing, nor the four ministers of the Murong family, but Kang Min.

Since Kang Min became the manager of the largest industry in Luoyang City, she has been well aware of all the forces in Luoyang City. The most powerful force in Luoyang City at present is naturally the government, but the most powerful force besides the government is the Beggars' Gang.

The Beggars' Sect is indeed the largest gang in the world. In Luoyang city alone, there are dozens of first-rate warriors such as Wang Jiantong, Bai Shijing, Ma Dayuan, etc., and there are hundreds of second-rate warriors.

With such strength, the Beggars' Sect has the final say in Luoyang City. To put it bluntly, if the Beggars' Sect wants to rebel, they can take over Luoyang City within a day.

Of course, the imperial court would break through within a month. After all, many ants can kill an elephant. Although most of the soldiers are ordinary people, they can form a military force within the military formation that is difficult for ordinary martial arts masters to match.

Kang Min also knew that his young master's name was well-known in the martial arts world, but the reputation of the Murong family was far inferior to that of the Beggars' Sect.

In Kang Min's eyes, the young master was only in his teens, how could he be a match for the leader of the Beggars' Sect who had been famous for decades.

It was not until Wang Jiantong asked his master how he improved the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms that he finally let go of the worry in his heart and realized how invincible his master was.

"The essence of the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms is 'more than enough'. When you strike out with one palm, you must leave some strength in reserve. No matter how fierce and powerful the opponent's fist or palm strike is, I should always use one move to leave some strength in reserve.

But when I looked at the last ten palms, I found that the changes were complicated, but their power was far less than the previous eighteen palms.

. . . . . .

The boy was not very good at learning, and could not learn the complicated ten palms at the end, so he simply deleted them. In this way, more force should be retained after each palm, so Boss Wang felt that the boy's modified form was more powerful. "When Murong Fu said this, he smiled shyly.

Wang Jiantong was silent. How could he not know that Murong Fu was right? After Murong Fu's deletions, this set of palm techniques was more hard and soft, and the positive and negative complemented each other, which could be more effective when fighting against the enemy.

Wang Jiantong knew that Murong Fu knew when to advance and retreat, so since he was giving him face, he continued: "Hahaha, Master Murong is too modest. Master Murong has understood the essence of the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms just by fighting with me. 'Return the favor as you would have him do to you' is truly worthy of its reputation."

Everyone took their seats as host and guest, and the attitudes of Ma Dayuan, Bai Shijing and others changed drastically.

"Sit down! Please sit down! Please take a seat!"

"Tea! Look at the tea! Look at the tea!"

Both the host and the guests were happy for a moment.

"My dear nephew, this person is probably the chief manager of Gusu Silk Shop and Chunfeng Pavilion. Could it be that you came here to ask my Beggars' Sect to take care of you?" Wang Jiantong had no idea why Murong Fu came, and thought that the Murong family's business in Luoyang City had a new chief manager, and asked the Beggars' Sect to take care of it.

Although the Beggars' Sect and the Murong family are both righteous underworld forces in the Song Dynasty, they have not had much contact. For the moment, he could not figure out why Murong Fu came to visit. But if that was the case, Wang Jiantong was not interested. The Murong family's mentality was too narrow.

Without waiting for Murong Fu to answer, Wang Jiantong continued, "If it's about taking care of the business, we beggars can't help no matter what. But if it's about deterring the scoundrels, I'm afraid the Murong family won't need us either."

Wang Jiantong picked up the teacup and began to sip the tea carefully. After chatting for a while, it was time for the Murong group to leave, so he served tea to see them off.

Murong Fu pretended not to see it, and said with a cupped hand, "Uncle Wang, I really have something important to ask for your help."

"Oh, nephew, why don't you just speak frankly? There's no need to play tricks on me. We in the Beggars' Sect are all rough and uncouth. We are really not used to it!"

"It's the kid's fault!" Murong Fu put on a very humble attitude.

"Although our Song Dynasty is rich in resources and prosperous at one time, the years of war have left tens of millions of people homeless. The Beggars' Gang is spread all over the country, so I would like to ask Uncle Wang for a favor." He then bowed and saluted.

"Please speak, my dear nephew!" Wang Jiantong felt sad when he heard Murong Fu mentioned the displacement of the people.

"I want to ask the Beggars' Sect to help the Murong family build a foster home, and let the Murong family be responsible for teaching and raising the orphans. Although the Murong family has a lot of wealth, they can only raise a few orphans, firstly to prevent them from being displaced, and secondly to cultivate seedlings for the Murong family's subsequent business."

"My dear nephew, what you said is true!" Wang Jiantong stood up suddenly!

"Once a gentleman speaks, he cannot take it back!"

"In this case, it is our duty-bound responsibility for Wang and the Beggars' Sect to thank Mr. Murong for his rebirth on behalf of all the orphans in the world!" Wang Jiantong bowed deeply to express his respect.

Afterwards, Murong Fu discussed the details with Wang Jiantong. Wang Jiantong was so happy that he even held a banquet and invited Murong Fu to communicate with the younger generation of the Beggars' Sect.

Among them was Qiao Feng. Looking at Murong Fu who was surrounded by the crowd, Qiao Feng had a complicated look in his eyes. When would he be able to become like Master Murong and be the center of attention?

I don’t know if this song will appear in Boss Qiao’s speakers in the future: “When I was eighteen, the Beggars’ Sect gathered and stood like minions. At that time, I swore with tears in my eyes that you must see me…”