Wei Xiaobao looked at Murong Fu with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Brother Murong is a dragon and a phoenix among people. It is only a matter of time before he becomes famous. No, once he becomes famous, the whole world will know it."
Murong Fu shook his head. If he wanted to be famous, he would have done it a long time ago. He had always followed the principle of keeping a low profile and picking up bargains. However, when big things happened, it would not be a bad thing if he could gain some fame at this time.
Just listen to the old man talking endlessly about "North Qiao Peak" and "South Murong".
"At that time, when Gang Leader Qiao released his Dragon Subduing Palm, the color of the sky and the earth changed. The roar of the dragon was deafening. At first sight, a golden dragon flew out of Gang Leader Qiao's palm. With a roar in the sky, it went straight towards Master Murong..."
Speaking of which, the old man's voice suddenly stopped, and he slowly raised the wine glass on the table and took a sip.
Everyone around them urged: "You should tell me quickly, how is Mr. Murong doing?"
"That's right, tell me quickly and drink later!"
"Say quickly, we'll treat you to a drink!"
The old man finally put down his wine glass and continued: "Mr. Murong was calm in the face of danger. With a flash of golden light from his body, a golden dragon also flew out. It was bigger than Gang Leader Qiao's dragon. There were lightning and thunder in the sky, as if a dragon really descended to earth...
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Suddenly a voice interrupted: "What, Master Murong also knows the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"
Others were inexplicably shocked, and another voice said: "I didn't expect that the rumor about Gusu Murong's 'repaying him with his own way' was true!"
When someone interrupted him, the old man looked slightly unhappy and immediately fell silent.
Everyone asked: "What happened next?" "What happened next?" "Which of the two has a higher skill in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"
Seeing that everyone's attention turned to him again, the old man smiled slightly and said: "Later, two divine dragons collided, and the perfume-listening pavilion was knocked apart in the blink of an eye. The heroes fled in all directions, and finally it was discovered that the two were equally matched...
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Everyone was disappointed for a while, "How can it be evenly divided?"
"That's right, I think Gang Leader Qiao's Dragon Subduing Palm is more powerful."
"No, no, no, I think Mr. Murong should be more powerful."
The crowd was actually arguing about which of the two had better martial arts skills.
The old man smiled complacently and continued: "From now on, 'Beiqiao Peak' and 'Nan Murong' are equally famous all over the world. If you have never seen Nan Murong in your life, you will be called a master..."
He "also" did not "also" come out for a long time, and everyone immediately became impatient.
"What?"
"Why don't you say something quickly? You always hesitate."
"That's right, I agreed to treat you to a drink, and yet you're so appetizing."
Little did he know that the old man really couldn't come out, so in the end he had to say casually: "I won't do it either."
When everyone heard these three words, they laughed loudly, and they immediately understood that the old man could no longer be harmonious, but a voice still asked: "What does Master Murong look like?"
Everyone's interest was immediately aroused, and they looked at the old man with burning eyes.
The old man smiled slightly, as if he had regained his dignity, "He looks very handsome, like an immortal descending to earth. He is tall and tall, eight feet tall, and his waist is also eight feet thick."
"What, you call yourself handsome when you look like this? Are you lying to us?"
"That's right, you weren't there at the time, how could you know so much?"
The old man's face froze, "What nonsense are you talking about? Although I have never seen it with my own eyes, I have a friend from the Jianghu who was present and told me the situation in detail."
Murong Fu was dumbfounded when he heard this. He couldn't help but take a look at his own figure and cursed in his heart, what kind of bastard described my figure like this?
If I were to find out, I would definitely have his Pipa bones dismantled, but I secretly admired him in my heart, this old man is really a talent!
Suddenly, a sneer came: "Hmph, what's the name of 'Nan Murong'? He's just a wasted name. How can he be as famous as the heroic Gang Leader Qiao?"
Everyone looked around, but there was a young man sitting in the corner. He was handsome and cheerful, and he was wearing a yellow shirt that showed nobility.
There was a girl sitting at the same table with the boy. She was wearing a fluttering white shirt and her appearance was delicate and pretty. Everyone's eyes lit up and they couldn't help but praise in their hearts: "So beautiful!"
Sitting together, these two people really looked a bit like a couple of gods and immortals.
As soon as Wei Xiaobao saw the woman, he could no longer look away. He thought to himself: "His grandma, I have lived in vain all these years. I didn't expect there to be so many beauties outside the palace."
"For such a fair and juicy little girl, if I could hear her call me 'Xiaobao Husband', I would have to work less... No, no, no, I would also be willing to earn less money."
For a moment, she didn't like the young man next to her.
The girl seemed to be used to being watched by everyone, her expression did not change at all, she just said: "Cousin, don't talk nonsense."
The old storyteller was very dissatisfied when someone brought him down, so he immediately said: "That's right, young people should stop talking nonsense."
Anger flashed across the young man's face, "Are you talking nonsense? You know it well. You praise Master Murong so much, but you don't know how many taels of silver he gave you."
The people around me who were listening to the book were immediately unhappy. They only listened to the book to relieve their boredom after dinner. As for whether the words were true or false, they didn't care. Now when they saw someone trying to make trouble, they immediately shouted: "If you have the ability, come and do it."
talk."
"That's right, you said it as if you had met Mr. Murong."
The young man in yellow shirt looked anxious and shouted: "Of course I have seen the Murong you mentioned. His martial arts skills are average, and his appearance is even more shameful."
Wei Xiaobao glanced at Murong Fu with a strange expression, but he was shocked when he saw that Murong Fu ignored the young man's words and just looked at the girl in white eagerly.
Suddenly he remembered that there were so many beauties in Murong Fu's Yanziwu, and they seemed to have the same "hobbies" as him, "Oh no, no, no, Brother Murong is more handsome than me, and his martial arts skills are higher. If he also falls in love with this woman,
How can I still have hope..."
I had no choice but to secretly hope that Murong Fu would stop being greedy since he already had those beautiful women from Yanziwu.
The old man did not argue, but simply said: "Young man, be careful that trouble comes from your mouth."
The woman in white also touched the young man's arm lightly and whispered: "Cousin, please calm down!"
When the young man heard what the old man said, "Southern Murong" was as famous as "Beiqiao Peak", he felt angry and started to sarcastically, but he couldn't get support from his cousin, and he was already very angry.
Now his cousin is teaching him a lesson together with outsiders, but he can't stand it any longer. He snorted angrily: "Huh, they are a bunch of bumpkins who have never seen the world."
Everyone was furious and said, "You are the bumpkin."
"I'm afraid you are not even as good as one of Mr. Murong's fingers."