Qiao Feng and Murong Fu sat opposite each other in the lobby, chatting animatedly.
There is a large plate of cooked beef, a large bowl of soup, a large bowl of peanuts, and two jars of wine on the table.
As for the things left behind in the apricot forest, the beggar's hundreds of disciples just collected them. The horses, weapons, armor, silver, secret books, etc. were all real rarities to them.
After a while, the huge apricot forest was cleaned up, and there was no doubt about his professionalism.
Qiao Feng picked up the big bowl and said respectfully to Murong Fu: "Brother Murong, thanks to you leaving this time. If not after this battle, our Beggar Gang would fall apart, and I'm afraid we would still fall into the Xixia poisonous scheme and be wiped out."
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Murong Fu picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, and said calmly: "Don't worry, Gang Leader Qiao. It was a very dangerous moment at that critical moment. I was just trying to protect myself."
Qiao Feng was stunned, silent for a moment, silently picked up the bowl, raised his neck and drank it all.
After finishing the drink, he shouted cheerfully: "Ah! Eat big gulps of wine and large pieces of meat. This is the most enjoyable thing."
Murong Fu shook his head and fed Le Ye a peanut.
"Gang Leader Qiao, this matter is over, what are the plans next?" Murong Fu asked curiously.
Today he has seen the complexity of human nature. What is the mentality of Xuanci and others who killed their entire family, raised their children, taught them peerless martial arts, and even placed them in high positions?
I can't understand or understand what these people are thinking at all.
Qiao Feng sighed: "Master Wang was as kind as a mountain to me. Even though he left that letter before he passed away, it was just for a rainy day and he had no intention of harming me.
In order for the Beggar Clan to pass on smoothly, I can’t just leave.
After I go to Shaolin to solve the mystery of my life experience, I will choose an acting gang leader in the gang to take charge of the gang's affairs first. I will choose an outstanding disciple in the gang to teach me the secret skills of the Beggar Clan: the Dog Beating Stick Technique and Dragon Subduing.
Eighteen Palms, and teach relevant techniques.
After this is done, I can put everything down and take a look around the Central Plains. Maybe I can go back to Yanmen Pass and take a walk in Daliao."
Such an arrogant man gradually lowered his tone when talking about this matter.
Obviously, this change was nothing short of a shocking blow to him. The faith he had insisted on since childhood turned out to be a joke in the eyes of others.
Murong Fu nodded and continued to feed Le Ye peanuts. With Qiao Feng's ability, he had his own reasons for what he wanted to do, and he, an outsider, did not need to comment.
After drinking three more bowls of wine, Qiao Feng gradually relaxed his mood and asked curiously: "Master Murong, your martial arts skills are simply unpredictable. How did you practice it?"
Murong Fu pondered for a while and said: "It's nothing more than practicing in the winter and practicing in the summer. It's just persistence. Of course, talent, martial arts and a little bit of luck are indispensable."
After saying that, Murong Fu looked at the little yellow cat with some resentment.
Why does he have to practice hard, while Abi cooks and massages every day, and her physical strength improves by leaps and bounds?
Don’t you know who loves you the most and respects you the most?
"Meow!"
What do you know? The reason why a man is excellent is because he works hard, is motivated, works hard, and also works hard to build a career and has enough money to support his family!
If you do nothing and have everything, what use are you?
Murong Fu fell into deep thought.
He understands the truth, but why doesn't Abi work hard?
"Meow~"
Because she is pretty and can take care of cats!
Murong Fu:
Qiao Feng looked on and was surprised that one person and one cat could still talk and interact with each other. It was said in the world that this Nanjianxian loved cats as much as his life, and it was true.
If someone accidentally stewed this kitten, with Murong Fu's force, wouldn't it cause a bloody storm and even chaos in the world?
With just two peanuts, Qiao Feng drank three more bowls of wine and said loudly: "Brother Murong, you are a very interesting person. I have never met him in my life. You and I hit it off immediately. How about we become Jinlan brothers?"
Murong Fu said calmly: "That's not necessary. If you go to Shaolin now, there will be twists and turns about your life experience. I'm afraid there will be a day when we meet each other in war. How will you and I, brothers, get along with each other?"
Qiao Feng was surprised: "What does Brother Murong mean by this? Qiao is not an ungrateful person. Besides, with the difference in martial arts between you and me, unless Brother Murong did something outrageous, how could I fight against you?"
Murong Fu was too lazy to say anything and turned to look out the window.
On the streets, people were coming and going, laughing and chatting. It seemed that the deaths and injuries of the Jianghu people last night had no impact on these ordinary people.
Based on his understanding of his father Murong Bo, and the suspicion of his sudden death, he suspected that in addition to his eldest brother, his father might have played an important role.
Otherwise, if the enemy killed him, why didn't the enemy come to Murong's house and kill them all?
When he didn't get any response, Qiao Feng suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. Could such a day really happen?
Thinking again about the strength gap between himself and Murong Fu, Qiao Feng felt a little frustrated.
Can you beat this? God, isn’t this embarrassing!
"Gulu, Gulu~" Thinking of this sad thing, Qiao Feng drank three more bowls of wine.
Bitter wine enters the throat and causes pain in the heart.
"Gang Leader Qiao, if you go to Shaolin to find out your background, there may be some twists and turns. Soldiers are very fast. I have a group of Eagle Guards under my command. You can lead people to ride on eagles and we can arrive in one day." Murong Fu suddenly said.
Qiao Feng was stunned: "Mr. Murong, do you mean there is something fishy about this matter?"
Murong Fu kept silent. Logically speaking, Xuan Ci and others should not be so stupid. For Qiao Feng to have such miraculous achievements at the age of 30, there must be other people among them.
Could it be that Qiao Feng's father is not dead yet? Is it possible that his own father is not dead either?
Murong Fu suddenly started to look forward to it, and when he was about to go back, he dug his father's grave.
Whether it is true or false can be known at a glance.
If my father were still alive and saw that he had built such a big business and would soon have a grandson, he would be very happy, right?
After thinking for a moment, Qiao Feng clasped his fists and said, "Thank you so much, Master Murong. What you said made me suddenly frightened. Thinking about it carefully, some of the things I have encountered over the years are also unreasonable.
In addition, my adoptive father and my mentor Xuan Ku are also in Shaolin, so I am afraid they are quite risky."
Murong Fu nodded and clasped his fists: "The situation is urgent. It's best for Gang Leader Qiao to leave quickly."
Qiao Feng quickly stood up.
"Mr. Murong, Qiao owes you a huge favor. If the Murong family calls me in the future, no matter where I am in the world, as soon as I receive the news, I will sacrifice my life to repay you!"
After saying that, Qiao Feng picked up the wine jar and drank it down.
"Farewell!"
Wait for Qiao Feng to walk to the door.
"Gang Leader Qiao, if you need an Eagle Guard, please come to me!" A clear and sweet voice sounded in his ears.
Turning around, I saw a woman in a light crimson gauze shirt, in her twenties, with a naughty look of an elf, an oval face, and lively eyes.
"Who are you?" Qiao Feng was curious.
"My name is A'Zhu, and I am responsible for the Murong family's external intelligence. Just now, the young master called me over using the secret technique of sound transmission from thousands of miles away, saying that you wanted to borrow the Eagle Guard." A'Zhu said with a smile.
The more information he came into contact with, the more A'Zhu admired Qiao Feng for being such a consistent and upright hero, so A'Zhu did not object to taking this long distance trip.
Smelling the faint fragrance of this girl, Qiao Feng felt warm in his heart. He really hoped that one day he would not have the same relationship with Mr. Murong again in the future.
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In the restaurant, quietly watching Qiao Feng go away, Murong Fu picked up the tea cup and tasted it carefully. He took a sip and felt the bitterness and sweetness. He seemed to be able to feel the mystery of heaven and earth and the changes of the four seasons.
As for wine, he doesn't like drinking it.
Ordinary people like to drink because after drinking, it is a kind of enjoyment to feel drunk and dreamy. But when one reaches his current state of cultivation, he will find that all enjoyment is aimed at the soul.
Just like that night in the bridal chamber, after he experienced it for the first time, he found that when desire was high, his body and soul were trembling, and he felt extremely comfortable.
But after a few times, my heart felt like water had stopped.
After calming down, he noticed that it turned out to be the effect of tiny substances in his body. Curious, he took the initiative to control his body to synthesize that substance and used it to touch his mind. The infinite pleasure and stimulation directly made him sink.
Wang Yuyan, who was digging a well, noticed something was wrong and quickly called Abi over.
Fortunately, Abi had already mastered martial arts at that time, and she knocked him out with one palm, and then called Le Ye over to solve the problem.
"Meow~"
From then on, he simply banned the synthesis of these substances and rewarded himself with some when needed, so he seemed completely indifferent.
Because he has lost many worldly desires.
"Dun~" A tea bowl suddenly hit the table.
Murong Fu, who was serving the little yellow cat to eat, raised his head and smiled calmly: "Sure enough, I guessed it right, long time no see."
Murong Bo picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one gulp: "Since you have guessed it all, why did you let Qiao Feng leave? This boy has outstanding martial arts skills. If he is not inferior to me, he will definitely become a serious problem for my Murong family in the future."
Murong Fu smiled: "I like it."
Murong Bo felt that he was hearing hallucinations: "What did you just say?"
"I said, I like it!" Murong Fu continued.
"You!" Murong Bo raised his hand, ready to hit and scold his son just like he did when he was a child. Suddenly he remembered the scene in the apricot forest and tried to hold back his anger.
The relationship between father and son is more important!
"Fu'er, I haven't seen you for many years, you have grown so big." Murong Bo sighed.
Murong Fu smiled: "Dad, I haven't seen you for many years, and you haven't changed at all. Being in Jianghu, you should know the affairs of the Murong family. The big thing has been done. You would rather wander outside than leave your child alone. Why?"
Murong Bo was silent for a moment and said: "King, I have always been a loner, but you have done a great job, far beyond my expectations.
And my return will only plunge the originally peaceful and prosperous Murong family into a whirlpool again.
And, since we have to do it, why not do it to the best of our ability?
With your strength and ability, plus my help, why do we, Dayan, have to be trapped in a corner? Why not be the real master of this vast territory in the world?"
Murong Fu shook his head: "Father, even if you become the lord of heaven and earth, what will happen next? Live in a golden house, marry a thousand wives, and have ten thousand children?"
Then a certain generation of descendants will be unfilial, and then let the descendants of the next generation continue to be in revenge for the rest of their lives just like you?
Is this interesting?"
Murong Bo was stunned for a moment, a little confused. After a while, he picked up the wine jar and took a long sip, then looked out the window.
"Is it interesting? It's really not interesting.
But what if you do nothing and spend all day traveling around, eating, drinking, gambling, hooking up and listening to music, is that kind of life interesting?"
Upon hearing this, the little yellow cat raised his head, his blue eyes shining brightly, and nodded quickly.
Ah, yes, yes, this is interesting!
Murong Fu:
After thinking for a long time, Murong Bo still looked at his son blankly: "Fu'er, after thinking about it over and over again, I suddenly don't understand what the meaning of my life is? Moreover, I have spent my whole life for the great cause of the Murong family, giving up everything, including you, including you.
mother-in-law.
In the end, my son was able to do everything almost effortlessly."
The little yellow cat was very surprised. He had won, so what else could he complain about?
Murong Fu understood, and sighed: "Yes, compared to the long river of time, the world is thousands of miles away. Human beings are really too small and short-lived. Sometimes if you think about it carefully, everything that people pursue is actually like the floating clouds, which can be seen in a blink of an eye.
Pass away.
But, Dad, life is meaningless. But only by living can you find interesting things, just like I found Le Ye, just like I found you.
Moreover, your grandson and granddaughter are about to be born, isn’t it a beautiful thing to entertain them and take care of them until old age?”
Murong Bo fell into deep thought, and then became a little confused: "Fu'er, I understand the truth, but why is this cat older than me?"
Murong Fu:
Miao Le:.
When you go home and look at the family tree, there will be even bigger surprises.
Shaolin, at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, is a large area of farmland.
As the world's most authentic martial arts master and Buddhist master, Shaolin Temple naturally does not have to pay taxes. As a result, in a short time, Shaolin will control more and more land.
The more fields there are, the tenants will naturally need more. Moreover, Shaolin Mercy only collects 30% of the tax from the tenants. Compared with the gentry, the officials collect a total of more than 50% of the tax. It can be said that they are truly eminent monks.
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This man is afraid of competition, so becoming a tenant of Shaolin is not an easy task.
Qiao Feng and his men sat on a team of eagles and traveled thousands of miles to their hometown in most of the day.
This is the place where he lived when he was a boy, and the scenery everywhere is an old acquaintance.
Since becoming the leader of the Beggar Clan, the Beggar Clan has become the largest gang in the world, and the Shaolin Sect has become the largest sect in the martial arts world.
When the leader of the Beggar Clan came to Shaolin, he was disturbed by all the ceremonial arrangements. Therefore, he never came back. He only sent people every year to offer food and clothing to his parents and mentor, and to say hello.
The old residence was beside a hillside in Zhiyang, Shaoshi Mountain.
Qiao Feng quickly turned around the hillside and saw a straw hat and a teapot under the jujube tree next to the vegetable garden. The handle of the teapot was broken.
Qiao Feng recognized it as belonging to his father, Qiao Sanhuai, and suddenly felt a warmth in his chest: "Dad is diligent and thrifty. He has used this broken teapot for decades and still doesn't want to throw it away."
When I saw the big jujube tree, I recalled that when I was a child, whenever the jujubes were ripe, my father would always take his little hands and hit the jujubes together. The red ripe jujubes were plump and cracked, sweet and juicy. Ever since I left my hometown,
, I have never tasted such delicious dates again.
Qiao Feng thought to himself, even if they are not my biological parents, their kindness in raising me will never be repaid. No matter what the truth about my life experience is, I must not change my name.
When he walked to the three earthen huts, he saw a bamboo mat outside the house covered with dried vegetables. A hen led a group of chicks and were pecking in the grass.
Qiao Feng couldn't help but smile. Tonight, her mother would kill a chicken and cook a meal to entertain her son, whom she had not seen for a long time.
He shouted loudly: "Father! Mother! The child is back."
A woman rushed out of the door. When she saw Qiao Feng, she was confused at first, then excited. She rushed to her son in a few steps and carefully touched the child's rough cheeks, her eyes filled with tears.
"My child, my child, you are finally back!"
After a while, the old woman wiped her tears and cursed into the room: "You damn old man, if you don't get out, your son is back and he's still working on your hoe!"
The old man Qiao Sanhuai hurried out, without even putting down the hoe in his hand. When he waited for the door, he paused, looked Qiao Feng up and down carefully, nodded, and said reservedly: "Back? Back, good!"
Qiao Feng stepped forward and hugged Qiao Sanhuai: "Dad!"
