At the same time, in the imperial study room in the Forbidden City of Yanjing, the young Kangxi, dressed in a golden dragon robe, looked solemnly at a young eunuch below him,
"Xiao Guizi, sending you out of the palace to search for martial arts masters is very dangerous. You may lose your life."
Xiao Guizi shuddered, but immediately knelt down, "Your Majesty, don't worry, this servant will definitely go to the soup to put out the fire. He will never die!"
Kangxi was stunned, then he helped Xiao Guizi up and said angrily: "I will go through fire and water, even if I die! You, let me read more books, otherwise I won't be able to make you a bigger official in the future!"
Xiao Guizi smiled coquettishly, "I don't want to be a high official, as long as I can run errands for the emperor."
Kangxi rolled his eyes at him and said, "Please remember not to reveal anything about this matter."
Xiao Guizi nodded, "I know the importance of this and will never let it out."
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Near Taoyuan County, Hunan, in front of a small, quiet temple in the mountains, stood a strange man wearing a green robe, completely unrecognizable, and holding an iron crutch. "Uncle, are you still unwilling to see Yanqing after all?" It turns out that this man is actually Dali.
Duan Yanqing, the former crown prince of the country.
After a while, a deep voice came from the small temple and said: "Go back, there is no Duan Zhixing here, only a monk."
A trace of resentment flashed in Duan Yanqing's eyes, and he snorted coldly, "Since you are unwilling to step forward to take charge of the overall situation, then don't blame me for using any means to deal with those thieves!"
After the weirdo finished speaking, he left without looking back. After he left, an old sigh came from the temple.
A few days later, Murong Fu and his wife arrived at Jiangling City in Jingzhou. Looking at the inn in front of them with people coming and going, Murong Fu couldn't help but think of a saying, walking in the world means walking from one inn to another and asking for two kilograms of beef and one kilogram of wine.
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"Two distinguished guests, please come in." A waiter came over and greeted.
Murong Fu pulled Mu Wanqing into the inn. The lobby was filled with people from all walks of life. Some were drinking and drinking, while others were chatting about interesting things about the martial arts. It was very noisy.
Mu Wanqing frowned, and Murong Fu said: "Servant, your inn is very popular!"
The waiter smiled and said: "To tell you the truth, the city has been so lively because of the help of Lord Wan Hongfu in recent days."
"Oh, why is this?" Murong Fu asked doubtfully.
"Master Wan's son is about to get married, and most of these people are people from the world who came to congratulate him."
"Master Wan? Master Wan from Jiangling City, isn't that Wan Zhenshan? His son, Wan Gui?"
A cold light flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, but he remembered the time when Wan Zhenshan's disciple Lu Kun chased him, causing him to almost die.
I have been busy studying martial arts and Yanziwu affairs for these years, but I have never freed up my hands. Now that I have encountered it, I have to do something!
"Oh, when will Young Master Wan get married?"
"Only tomorrow." The waiter paused and continued: "Sir, are you two invited to the private room upstairs, or in the lobby?"
Mu Wanqing was about to speak when Murong Fu said, "We are right here in the lobby."
The waiter looked troubled, and Murong Fu said, "What's wrong? Do we still have to sit in a private room?"
The waiter said quickly, "It's okay if our guest doesn't mind the noise, but... it's just that there is no room for seating in the lobby."
"Then why are you asking me where to sit?" Murong Fu glanced at him angrily. The waiter looked aggrieved. He just asked out of habit.
Murong Fu raised his head and scanned around. It was really full. Suddenly, he saw that there was only one person sitting at a table in the west corner. "Isn't there only one person at that table? Let's go fight with him."
Sharing a table.”
The waiter followed Murong Fu's fingers and his face changed slightly, "Sir, that guest has a bad temper."
"It's okay, I'll tell him myself." Murong Fu pulled Mu Wanqing and walked towards the corner, and the waiter had no choice but to follow.
Murong Fu came to the corner, but before he got close to the table, he felt a very thin layer of zhenqi, "Good guy, he is still a master."
After entering the Zhenqi layer, the noise around him became much quieter. Murong Fu secretly marveled that he could release Zhenqi several feet to form a Zhenqi layer. Although it was only used to shield the sound, it was enough to show that this person had deep inner strength.
abnormal.
After looking around for a moment, I saw that this man was dressed in a bright red robe, with a face like a crown of jade, delicate brows, and an unusually handsome face.
Murong Fu was secretly happy, this was obviously a woman, hehe, a woman disguised as a man, I like this style the best.
After thinking about it, he stepped forward and said, "Brother, there are no seats in this hall. Can I squeeze in with you and sit at the same table together?"
The "woman" seemed unaware, she picked up a glass of wine, raised her head and drank it down in one gulp. Looking at the slightly beating Adam's apple, Murong Fu's face froze, and he felt as if he had swallowed a fly.
If you take a closer look at the chest of the "woman", you can't see any trace of "breast wrapping". Although the clothes he wears are quite loose, if it is really a woman, you will definitely be able to see some signs when the body is tilted up.
Mu Wanqing had a hot temper. When she saw the man ignoring Murong Fu, she immediately said: "Hey, are you deaf? Fu Lang is talking to you? This inn is not owned by your family. What does it matter if we sit here for a while?"
The "woman" snorted slightly, "Want to sit at this table? Okay, drink this glass of wine first." She said with a flick of her finger, and a wine glass on the table flew towards Murong Fu.
Hearing the authentic male voice of the "woman", Murong Fu exclaimed in his heart: "Oh my God, there really is a man more handsome than me in this world."
Recalling that he had that kind of thought just now, Murong Fu felt extremely sick.
Seeing the man's miraculous skills, Mu Wanqing was shocked. This man was so powerful. If he couldn't afford to offend him, he might as well forget it. He couldn't help but pull Murong Fu back.
Murong Fu was motionless. He could see that the reason why the wine glass could be suspended in the air was because of the man's skillful exertion. The wine glass kept spinning at a high speed. However, if he tried to catch the wine glass forcefully, even if he could catch it, the wine would spill out.
, fell behind.
Murong Fu's heart moved. He opened his mouth and took a sip. The wine in the wine glass automatically floated up and formed a stream of water, which slowly flowed into his mouth. It was Beiming's magical skill.
Mu Wanqing was surprised and happy. She didn't expect Fu Lang to be so powerful.
Murong Fu finished the wine and swallowed it in one gulp. He felt a burning sensation in his throat. He rarely drank liquor in his previous life, so naturally he was not used to it.
However, Murong Fu's expression did not change at all, and he waved his hand gently, and the wine glass returned to where it came from and landed on the table.
A strange color flashed through the eyes of the man in red, "You are qualified, please sit down!"
Murong Fu took Mu Wanqing and sat across from the man and called out "Xiao Er". No one responded for a long time. When he turned around, he saw the waiter was in a daze. Murong Fu shouted "Xiao Er" twice.