I asked several people along the street how to get to Wuliang Mountain in Dali, and those who were asked shook their heads and said they didn't know.
Murong Fu was also helpless. In this era of transportation difficulties, many ordinary people would never leave their homes.
He had no choice but to move westward based on the memory of his previous life. As long as he got close to Wuliang Mountain, he could always find out.
Passing by a steamed bun shop, a man in Tsing Yi was kicking and punching a little beggar, while cursing: "You bitch, I let you steal my steamed buns, I will beat you to death..."
The man was very vicious and targeted the most vulnerable parts of the human body.
"Okay, I finally got a chance to do something heroic!" Murong Fu suddenly became energetic.
It's not that he really has any sense of justice, it's just that when he came to this martial arts world, he never had the opportunity to display martial arts, which made him feel very bored and bored.
Murong Fu stepped forward and grabbed the big man's hand. He turned his face to one side without looking at him, and asked in a deep voice: "Why are you beating him?"
The big man twisted his hands, but found that he could not move at all, and said angrily: "This damn beggar stole my buns.
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Murong Fu replied: "He is a beggar in the first place, so he just treats it as charity. Why do he do this so harshly?"
The man in Tsing Yi took a look at Murong Fu and saw that this young man was so powerful at a young age and was equipped with a long sword. He was probably one of those high-ranking martial arts people.
He didn't dare to be rude at the moment, and said harmoniously: "Young hero, this little beggar has stolen my steamed buns many times. The first two times I saw him pitiful, I didn't say anything, but he keeps trying to get more and more, and he comes here every day. How can I run a small business like this?"
I can bear it."
Murong Fu was a little embarrassed. It was only three things, so it was really the little beggar's fault.
He let go of the man's hand and took out a ten-tael silver ingot from the bag and threw it to him, saying: "Forget it, I'll compensate you with this money. If he comes again in the future, just give him a few buns every day. That's enough."
not enough?"
When he went out, A'Zhu put more than a hundred taels of silver in his baggage. The expenses on the road were very low, so he was quite lavish.
The man nodded cheerfully and said, "That's enough, that's enough. I will definitely follow the young hero's instructions."
Murong Fu turned around and was about to leave. He glanced at the little beggar casually, but his heart trembled. Those eyes were bright but lifeless, containing endless darkness and indifference.
How desperate must he be to have such a look in his eyes? The little beggar fell to the ground, wrapped tightly from head to toe in a gray rag, his face was so black that it was hard to tell whether he was a boy or a girl, and his little hands were tightly covered
What are you wearing?
Murong Fu's heart softened for no reason, and he stepped forward to help the little beggar up, "Your name is..." Before he could finish his words, the little beggar glanced at him, turned around and ran away.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then he felt relieved. The little beggar probably didn't believe that there were good people in this world.
After a while of being addicted to chivalry, but unfortunately he was just an ordinary person, Murong Fu was a little uninterested, so he found an inn and took a nice hot bath.
Taking a hot bath is the best way to relieve fatigue, so Murong Fu would definitely enjoy it every time he went to a town. Unfortunately, it was still not as good as the hot springs of later generations.
Murong Fu came out again and walked to a remote place in the town. He happened to see a few beggars standing in a circle and kicking something.
Murong Fu inexplicably thought of the little beggar from before, and hurriedly walked over, only to hear them talking in a hurry: "How dare you not pay taxes for eating in our territory!"
"That's it, you broom star, let's see if we don't kill you!"
"Beat him to death, beat him to death..."
"..."
Murong Fu pushed away the two beggars and shouted: "Stop."
The beggars around him stopped and looked at Murong Fu blankly. When Murong Fu looked on the ground, he saw that it was the little beggar from before. There were a bunch of footprints on his body, and he was still holding something tightly in his hand, which must have been stolen before.
steamed stuffed bun.
A little beggar said harshly: "Hey, don't mind your own business." At the same time, he raised his fist.
Murong Fu glanced at him, with a flash of anger in his eyes, snorted coldly, said nothing, and raised his sword slightly, ready to unsheath it at any time.
The other little beggar who was a little older next to him saw that he was dressed well and had a sword in his hand. He was probably not easy to mess with. He immediately saw the opportunity and said: "Forget it, let's go." After saying that, he waved his hand and led the other beggars quickly.
gone.
Murong Fu helped the little beggar up again, feeling that his body was light and airy. Just as he was about to speak, the little beggar walked away again.
Although he was defeated twice in a row, Murong Fu had the urge to catch up with him and explore his story, and finally endured it. He hired a carriage and left the town and continued towards the west.
At night, Murong Fu parked his carriage in the forest and was meditating in the car to practice the nameless mental method. He didn't need to practice internal strength, but the nameless mental method must be practiced every day.
Suddenly his ears moved, and the sound of fighting with weapons could be faintly heard in the distance. Murong Fu stopped practicing. This was the first time he encountered a vendetta in this world, and he couldn't help but follow the sound out of curiosity.
After a while, Murong Fu came to a wide area, hid behind a tree and looked from a distance, but he saw three middle-aged men besieging an old man.
I saw the three men's swords glowing green and pointed directly at the old man. They used the same moves, but they stabbed the old man's lower abdomen, left chest and throat respectively. It can be described as cruel and sharp.
The old man held the sword technique in his left hand and raised the long sword diagonally with his right hand. Until the three of them rushed forward, he swung the long sword to the left and right to swing away the swords on both sides, and then raised it upwards, and the sword in the middle was also swung away.
"Wonderful!" Murong Fu secretly exclaimed in his heart. This one-by-one flirting movement was cleverly coherent and perfect. It was not difficult to tell that this old man must be a master of swordsmanship. Who could he be? Murongfu's mind turned around and he thought about the masters of swordsmanship in Zhongjin's book.
In the blink of an eye, ten more attacks came through, and the old man's martial arts skills were obviously much higher than those of the three, but his movements were occasionally sluggish, as if he had suffered severe internal injuries, and some of them even showed mercy.
Murong Fu looked puzzled. The old man's injury obviously could not be delayed any longer. It was really unfathomable that he would be soft on the enemy under such circumstances. Even so, the three of them were obviously no match. Every time he thrust out a sword, the old man would dodge or hit him.
Parry.
Suddenly, I saw the old man holding the swords of the three people, making a half circle in the air and pushing them away. Then he handed the sword to his left hand and slapped the three people in the face with his right hand.
This slap was so strange that even if the three knew that the old man was going to slap them in the face, they couldn't dodge it. The three of them flew backwards, and "poof" they all spat out a mouthful of blood, and exclaimed in unison: "Connect the City!"
"Pfft." The old man also vomited a mouthful of blood. The few internal forces he had just used had aggravated the injury. The old man took a breath, slowly walked towards the three of them with his sword in hand, and said in a deep voice: "You evil beast, why don't you kneel down?"