Murong Fu's thoughts turned quickly and he said calmly, "The second elder must also know that I have always made a distinction between public and private affairs. Public affairs are public affairs and private affairs are private affairs. Therefore, if your religion wants to be sheltered under the wings of Xiangyang City, you still have to
Let’s see what benefits I can get from Xiangyang City?”
Assassin had already expected this and pondered for a moment, "The Mingjiao still has thirty thousand rebels left, who can help Brother Murong defend Xiangyang City."
"Oh?" Murong Fu raised his eyebrows. The Mingjiao could still get 30,000 rebels. This was something he didn't expect. There was a bit of disbelief in his eyes, "Could it be that the second elder is trying to trick me? If you really have 30,000 rebels,
Rebels, how can Temujin transfer the troops of the Seventh Prince to Xiangyang City?"
Assassin smiled faintly and said, "To be honest, half of these 30,000 rebels are from the Persian General Sect, and the Emperor of Yuan Dynasty doesn't know yet."
Murong Fu was surprised when he heard this, "From Persia?"
Assassin nodded, "Yes, our religion has a strong foundation in Persia. Even if it was defeated at the hands of Emperor Yuan, it has not reached the point of collapse."
Murong Fu was convinced of this. The Persian state was founded on religion and had a very deep foundation. Although Persia was defeated, it did not subjugate the country. As long as Temujin left, a resurgence was inevitable. But what he couldn't figure out was that the Persian Mingjiao would
What is the purpose of sending more than 10,000 troops to the Central Plains?
He took a deep look at Assassin, as if he wanted to see something from his face, but to his disappointment, Assassin was calm and calm from beginning to end, without any flaws. After a moment of silence, he said, "Second Elder
, you should have some idea of the situation in Xiangyang City now. Within a radius of dozens of miles, the Song, Liao, and Yuan parties have invested more than one million troops. I'm afraid your 30,000 rebels are of little use."
The implication is that your conditions are not enough.
Assassin didn't seem to understand what he meant, and smiled slightly, "Brother Murong, as a leader, should understand the truth that soldiers are more valuable than elites. Half of my 30,000-strong army are elites left behind by the waves, and the other half are elites.
This is Persian armor, the best among the best, and it will definitely be a great help to Brother Murong."
Murong Fu grinned, "The 'elite' of your sect are really that elite. I'm afraid the second elder won't come to Xiangyang City, right? Or does your sect have other intentions, such as getting a share of the pie in Xiangyang City?"
Assassin sighed, "No matter how elite the army is, if it cannot fill its stomach, it will not be able to gallop on the battlefield."
Murong Fu suddenly realized that he had run out of food.
It’s no wonder that the Mingjiao rebels in the Central Plains have always been self-sufficient by relying on the people below. This model develops very quickly in peacetime and has minimal burdens, but it can easily fall apart during wartime. This is why the Mingjiao is known as hundreds of thousands of rebels.
, there are only tens of thousands to actually fight.
Now that they are being chased by Mongolia, it is naturally extremely difficult to supply food and grass.
Murong Fu's eyes flashed slightly, "Xiangyang City can afford to support an army of thirty thousand, but it depends on the price paid by the second elder."
Assassin frowned and remained silent.
Yang Buhui said, "Isn't it enough for us to help you resist the Mongolian army?"
Murong Fu glanced at her sideways, "Of course it's not enough. Without you, I can still resist the Mongolian army. Why do I need to share the food and grass and increase the burden for nothing?"
Yang Buhui was at a loss for words. Assassin asked, "What conditions does Brother Murong have? Maybe you can tell me."
Murong Fu looked at him with a half-smile but said nothing.
Assassin had no choice but to say, "Brother Murong helped our teaching to overcome the difficulties this time. My teaching will keep this kindness in mind. If Brother Murong is in need in the future, my teaching will help you unconditionally."
This should be his bottom line.
Murong Fu's eyes lit up slightly when he heard this, but he still didn't speak. In fact, he was a little hesitant because he didn't know whether the 30,000 elites Assassin said was true or false. What happened to the other half of the Persian armor who came to the Central Plains?
What's the purpose?
Assassin's face has become a little ugly.
Murong Fu then smiled and said, "Second Elder, can you answer a few questions of mine truthfully?"
"Brother Murong, please speak."
"Where is your army currently stationed?"
"In the Qinling Mountains."
Murong Fu rolled his eyes at him, "The Qinling Mountains are so big, can the second elder be more specific?"
Assassin hesitated, "More than fifty miles west of Xiangyang City."
Murong Fu nodded and asked, "Your country must be in a difficult period now. Instead of concentrating on rebuilding your homeland, you sent more than 10,000 troops to the Central Plains. What is your intention?"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became frozen, and the air almost seemed to freeze.
Murong Fu held a teacup in his hand and tapped it on the table.
Assassin's face was tense, and there was a strange light looming in his pale red pupils.
Yang Buhui didn't understand why, but his expression became solemn involuntarily, and he had difficulty breathing.
After a long time, everything returned to calm, and Assassin let out a long sigh, "Rebuilding our home is so difficult, it is inevitable that we will need to rely on some external forces."
He said this vaguely, but Murong Fu vaguely understood his plan. Simply put, he was borrowing a chicken to lay an egg. He wanted to use the old hen of Mingjiao to lay a big golden egg, but now the old hen was almost starving to death.
He had to come to Xiangyang City to seek refuge with him.
After thinking about this, Murong Fu somewhat sympathized with this man. He was obviously a very high-spirited man, but he had to go to the Central Plains in order to continue the sect's inheritance and put down his noble self-esteem in order to rebuild his homeland.
Of course, he would not agree just based on the other party's casual remarks. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "This matter is of great importance. I still need to think about it. I hope the second elder will be considerate."
Assassin smiled heartily and said, "It's human nature, but the food and fodder for the Bijiao army has been less than three days. I hope Brother Murong can reply as soon as possible."
Murong Fu nodded slightly, "Second Elder, don't worry, if I don't think clearly after three days, I will definitely give your sect three days of food and grass."
Assassin rolled his eyes speechlessly, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He said no more, but had no intention of leaving.
Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Second Elder, is there anything else?"
Assassin did not answer, but glanced at Yang Buhui.
Murong Fu turned to look at Yang Buhui, with a questioning look in his eyes.
Yang Buhui felt coy and said, "I...I also want to ask Mr. Murong for help with something."
"Oh?" Murong Fu's mind raced, and he vaguely guessed something, but his face remained calm, "If you have anything to do with Miss Yang, it's okay to tell her."
Yang Buhui looked at him seriously with a pair of big bright eyes, "My father offended you before, but he also... also did that because of different positions. Can you please show your kindness and don't retaliate against him?"
Murong Fu looked at her with a strange look. He really didn't know whether this woman was really naive or pretending to be stupid. Does Yang Xiao have a different stance?
If the first time Guangmingding assassinated him, it could be said that it was to protect the foundation of Mingjiao, then what about the second and third times? Especially the time at Heimuya, he almost capsized in the gutter. Such a big deal
Qiu can be forgiven by a simple difference of stance.
"What's going on!" Yang Buhui blushed a little when he stared at him, and said in a coquettish tone.
Murong Fu withdrew his gaze and said noncommittally, "The grudges of the previous generation have nothing to do with the next generation. Miss Yang should leave nothing to do with my father-in-law's affairs."
"What is the previous generation and the next generation?" Yang Buhui immediately became anxious, "You are a grown man, why are you so stingy?"
Murong Fu suddenly sneered, "So what? It's better to be stingy than those fools who pretend to be generous but die inexplicably."
"You..." It was not difficult for Yang Buhui to hear the decisiveness in his words. He was both angry and anxious. Murong Fu really didn't want to let his father go. She pursed her lips and asked, "How are you?
Are you willing to let my father go?"
Murong Fu shook his head and smiled, "I might as well tell you clearly that there is absolutely no room for maneuver on this matter, so Miss Yang doesn't have to waste her efforts."
Yang Buhui still didn't give up. She didn't know what she thought of, but her cheeks turned red. "If...if I marry you, will you let my father go?"
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, feeling quite dumbfounded, and then said seriously, "Miss Yang, feelings are not a bargaining chip and cannot be traded. I believe your father does not want you to do this either."
Yang Buhui's face turned pale, and he suddenly hid his face and walked away. When he turned around, two tears fell into the air.
Seeing this, Assassin's face flashed with disappointment. He didn't know who he was disappointed with. After a moment of silence, he said, "Brother Murong, is there really no room for maneuver? Yang Zuozhi does not intend to be your enemy.
"
Murong Fu didn't answer but asked, "Ms. Yang made this call today. Wasn't it Yang Xiao's idea?"
Assassin shook his head, "I don't know this, but according to my observations, Miss Yang is probably in love with Brother Murong."
Murong Fu grinned, as if he would not be moved no matter what you say.
Assassin sighed, stood up and said, "Forget it, I hope Brother Murong will consider the matter of forming an alliance and say goodbye."
As soon as Assassin left, a white shadow flashed in the room, and Lin Chaoying appeared. She was responsible for monitoring Assassin. As Assassin came to visit Murong Fu, she would naturally follow him. Of course, she also heard that the two of them had previously
of conversation.
Murong Fu glanced at this aloof and stunningly beautiful Taoist nun, and said calmly, "What do you think?"
Lin Chaoying's expression was cold, and she opened her mouth lightly and said word by word, "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different."
Murong Fu resisted the urge to give her a roll of his eyes, "What else?"
"They are a demon sect after all, and they are not good for you."
"Do you still care about my reputation?" Murong Fu asked in shock.
Lin Chaoying looked away with a slightly unnatural expression, "After all, we are on the same boat now. When someone scolds you, they will definitely scold me too."
Murong Fu stood up and came to her, looked at her seriously, "Did you fall asleep while meditating?"
"What do you mean?" Lin Chaoying was confused.
"If not, how come your neck is crooked?" As Murong Fu spoke, he actually reached out and hooked her chin, shaking it around as if he was checking her neck.
Lin Chaoying slapped his hand away and said angrily, "Behave yourself, I'm not one of your women."