[Comprehensive Martial Arts + Sword Three] Murong Fu of Attack

When Murong Fu left, he gave Ximen Chuuxue a flute.

This flute was the first thing he took out from the "Item System", and it was called "Xuefeng Bingwang Flute".

According to the system, this is not an ordinary flute.

This is a flute with special effects, and when you play it, you will see flying snow.

Blow, snow.

It's a perfect fit in every sense of the word.

Don't be sure, don't care about thousands of names.If there is a difference, there will be resentment, and if there is resentment, there will be profit.

In fact, Murong Fu and Ximen Chuuxue are very clear about it.

The rivers and lakes are impermanent, and the world may not always go as expected.

After the farewell this time, one of them is Saibei and the other is Jiangnan.

Maybe it's really a farewell.

It's just that although they have a lot of thoughts, neither of these two people can see their emotions from their faces.

One staring at calmly, the other frowning, they seemed to be no different from usual.

"Brother Ximen," Murong Fu immediately bowed slightly to Ximen Chuixue, "Your kindness is so important, I will remember it in my heart."

Ximen Chuuxue said lightly, "No need."

Xuefeng Bingwang flute was embroidered on the waist by Ximen Chuixue, the flute was full of snow color, it was a perfect match for him.

Murong Fu suddenly felt a little regretful.

He has never heard Ximen Chuuxue play a tune for him with this flute.

Flute sound accompanied by snow, I don't know what kind of beauty it will be.

"Let's leave now." Murong Fu reined in the reins, and bowed his hands towards Ximen Chuuxue one last time.

Sending you thousands of miles, you have to say goodbye in the end.

This is a truth.

***

Yanziwu is not far from Baihualou, only about three days away.

The few people were not in a hurry, they stopped and went, playing while walking.

Ximen's local tyrant gave Murong Fu a lot of silver, and the Su family and Murong's family were also famous and not short of gold and silver.

Therefore, their group is gorgeously dressed and generous.

It didn't look like a traveler who came out to wander the rivers and lakes, but rather like a son of a wealthy family traveling.

In this kind of formation, any waiter with a bit of insight will show [-]% enthusiasm.

For example, this one in front of you.

Before he reached the entrance of the inn, the waiter had already called the boy over to help carry the luggage.

"How many of you want to stay in the hotel?" Xiaoer stepped forward and asked earnestly.

With just a quick glance, he knew that Murong Fu was the leader of these people, but what he asked was not Murong Fu, but Fei Mo who was at the side.

The four of Deng Baichuan were all arranged by Murong Fu to do other things, so his side returned to the original lineup.

Azhuabi and the three of them.

Although Shuliu and Chengzhao are handsome and unrestrained, they are too martial.Only Feimo has clear and handsome eyes, who looks like a housekeeper.

Don't disturb the women's relatives, don't ask the warriors, and don't bother the distinguished guests.

This is indeed an inn that knows how to do business, even Xiaoer is so decent.

Fei Mo looked back at Murong Fu, and seeing Murong Fu nod his head in agreement, he agreed.

It's just that I just handed the things to the boy, and before I took a few steps, a sudden change occurred.

Not that anyone was going to hurt them.

Instead, they ran into trouble.

Murong Fu looked at the beggar in common clothes, took a few unsteady steps towards them, and then fell down beside Cheng Zhao very skillfully.

Cheng Zhao: "..."

Murong Fu: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Pingci, this is it?

I saw the old beggar lying on the ground with grief and anger on his face, and he complained loudly: "Hey, I just want to beg for saliva, why are you so cruel, you actually used force! My old bone, I'm afraid it won't work!"

Cheng Zhao: "..." Is he talking about me?He seems to be talking about me?But did I hit him?But he was so realistic that he couldn't tell he was acting!Did I really hit it but I don't remember?

After a moment of hesitation, Feimo finally came to his senses, and hurried to the old beggar, making gestures to help him: "Old man, get up first, the ground is cold."

But it is said that it is a touch of porcelain, will it be so easy to get up?

Of course not!

The old beggar stole a glance at Murong Fu, and screamed even more miserably: "Hey! This is trying to silence you! You even pinched me!"

Fei Mo looked at Murong Fu innocently: "..."

Young master, I didn't pinch him, you have to trust me!

However, Murong Fu did not look at Feimo, but kept staring at the beggar with great interest, as if staring at a novel object.

The old beggar who was stared at by him couldn't help coughing lightly, trying to raise his voice, and was about to make persistent efforts.

Then--

Murong Fu finally moved.

He rushed to the old beggar very anxiously, worriedly, and puzzled, grabbed the beggar by the arm, and said in a sad voice, "Grandpa! What's wrong with you, Grandpa? Who beat you like this?"

Old beggar: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Regardless of the bewildered crowd, Murong Fu continued: "Grandpa! I've only been away for half a year, how come you have become...become a...such... Such an indescribable beggar?"

The old beggar: "..." Why can't I describe it?you say! ! !

Murong Fu ignored the beggar's stupefaction, turned his eyes to Fei Mo and the others, and waved his hands violently: "Are you all stupid? Why don't you help my grandfather into the inn?"

Feimo: "..." I think the amount of information is a bit large.

The shop waiter who was waiting at the side was calm throughout the whole process, and when he saw this, he stepped forward to give him a hand, and said, "My lord, can I help the old man to the guest room arranged for you?"

"Yes." Murong Fu responded, and thoughtfully supported the old beggar, "Grandfather, don't be afraid, no one will dare to bully you in the future."

Old beggar: "..."

The old beggar wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

The Ya point was tapped, and the door of life was blocked by Murong Fu.

This is - he failed to touch porcelain, but was kidnapped instead?

Xiao Er helped the old beggar all the way to the guest room, and after a while, he thoughtfully brought up a pot of tea.

Murong Fu straightened the teacup, poured a cup of tea for himself and the old beggar, then waved his hand lightly, and the door was closed by the strong wind brought by internal force.

Azhu and Abi shared a room.

The three of Shuliu lived in a large room.

Several people have been sent away by Murong Fu.

Although they were worried that their young master would be alone with this beggar of unknown origin, they did not dare to refute.

So at this time, in the most gorgeous guest room introduced by Xiaoer as the most beautiful guest room in the whole inn, there are only two old beggars and Murong Fu.

Seeing that the door of the room was also closed, the young man still played with the teacup calmly without saying a word. The old beggar whose dumb hole had been unlocked couldn't help laughing and said, "You doll is so interesting! I I thought it was just an ordinary son, but I didn't expect to be a wonderful person!"

Murong Fu finally opened his mouth: "Grandfather has passed the prize."

The old beggar waved his hand: "Don't call me grandpa, I can't afford it!"

Murong Fu didn't care: "Grandpa, don't be afraid, you are confused and forgot, grandson will definitely take good care of you."

Old beggar: "..."

Picking up the teacup without any image, the old beggar drank the good Enshi Yulu in one gulp and said, "Hey, what's the difference between this tea and warm water? It also tastes bitter! I don't know why you guys like this thing!"

Murong Fu smiled: "Grandpa is right. There is no difference between tea and warm water. People in the world force them to be different. They think they are romantic and elegant, but in fact they are a bunch of ordinary people. It's not as clear as Grandpa."

The old beggar put down his cup, and his smile faded a bit: "Who are you?"

"An unknown soldier who has just entered the rivers and lakes, if grandpa doesn't give up, you can call me Yun'er. Don't you know grandpa's name?"

"My surname is Hong, you can call me Sheng Qigong."

"Qi Gong is too unfamiliar, I'll call you Grandpa."

"..."

"kind."

Hong Qigong laughed again.

He is usually a person who loves to laugh, but there are not many things and people that make him laugh so happily except eating.

What's more, he didn't eat anything except tea now.

Originally, he just thought that this young man was very imposing, and it was a pity that he was offended, so he wanted to mention a few words.

But now he has changed his mind.

This is really an interesting doll, worth handing over.

Of course Murong Fu also knew that Hong Qigong had something to say.

Although Chengzhao's martial arts are not as good as Shuliu, they are not inferior either.

People who learn martial arts are already vigilant, how could it be just an ordinary beggar who can get close to Cheng Zhao silently?

Even though he pinched his vital point and hit his dumb acupoint, he didn't resist at all, obviously he followed the trend.

That's why he closed the door as soon as he entered the guest room.

Hong Qigong sized up Murong Fu for a while, and said, "Baby Yun, have you ever provoked anyone?"

provoke?

After he came to this world, there was only Yuan Murong Fu as his enemy.Although the dog emperor can be considered, after all, the two have not met each other so far, so it is not considered a provocation.

Other than that, there seemed to be no one else.

"Never."

"Oh?" Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Hong Qigong wondered, "How many people have followed you here all the time, and it seems that they have been following you for a long time."

Murong Fu was taken aback.

He was a general, so he didn't know anything about other people's stalking?

He had noticed the murderous intent when the storm was far away from the courtyard, but now someone followed them without him noticing?

"I don't know if grandpa can see the clothes or appearance of these people clearly?"

Hong Qigong sighed and shook his head.

Those people moved very fast, although their martial arts level was not as good as his, their ability to hide people was second to none.

What's more, an hour ago, he had never met this young man. He is not a fool who is so enthusiastic that he will immediately draw his sword to help when he sees an injustice.

It's the limit to mention something kindly, how can I have the time to pay attention to the clothes of those people.

Murong Fu knew that Hong Qigong hadn't lied to him.

——If he didn't want to tell the truth, he wouldn't have kindly told him in the first place.

However, he really couldn't figure it out.

His stupid brother is dead, and his parents died two years ago.

Who else... will follow him?