Chapter 131: Does this scapegoat look familiar to you?
As soon as Wu Changfeng said this, everyone's eyes became more surprised: With Wu Changfeng's identity and seniority, he actually called Murong Fu brothers? Even if the Murong family is famous, Murong Fu is a younger generation after all. How can he have such a big reputation?
Naturally, these people didn't know that Murong Fu drank and chatted with everyone in the Beggar Clan and fought against Ding Chunqiu. Old Devil Ding's reputation was too great, and since he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, few people took this rumor seriously.
Most people just treat them as busybodies and pass on rumors to serve as a basis for after-dinner conversation.
But Wu Changfeng's identity as the elder of the Beggar Clan still carries a lot of weight. All of a sudden, the guests at the meeting stood up to signal, and some familiar people came up to greet him, including the black and white sword Shi An.
Shi An gave a respectful junior salute: "Junior Shi An, I have met Senior Wu."
Wu Changfeng waved his hand and said carelessly: "Hey, hey, hey, a descendant of the Shi family, Lao Jinghua just dropped in and quietly came to my brother Murong's house today to ask for a drink. You are the one who belongs to a senior, tsk tsk...
..”
Seeing that Shi An didn't know how to answer, Wu Changfeng sighed heavily: "It's boring. You are only a few years older than my brother Murong, why are you acting so old-fashioned? It's boring, it's boring."
As he spoke, he ignored Shi An, flicked his sleeves, and walked towards the back hall. When he looked around, he saw that Murong Fu was nowhere to be seen. He wondered in his heart: What's going on with my brother Murong? How can I fight such a big battle myself?
No one is there?
Just as he was wondering, a familiar figure came out from the back hall: "Elder Wu, we said goodbye that day, it's been a long time!"
The owner of this voice is the focus of everyone today: Doctor Xue.
Today, Divine Doctor Xue is still wearing a cloth robe, dressed as a Confucian scholar, with a spring breeze on his face, as if he is really happy about some great event. Everyone who is familiar with Divine Doctor Xue is shocked in their hearts: "What did the Murong family give to Divine Doctor Xue?"
What benefits?"
What surprised everyone was that there were seven other people coming out with Divine Doctor Xue, six men and one woman, with huge age differences. The youngest, the young man in strange clothes, looked to be no more than thirty years old, while the old man in the leader
His beard and hair are all white, and he is at least seventy years old.
There are many masters among the people present. After a brief inspection, I found that each of these people has light steps and long and long breaths. They are all rare masters. Especially the white-haired old man in the lead, anyone with a sharp eye can recognize it at a glance.
The simple-style guqin in his hand was entirely made of wrought iron, weighing at least sixty or seventy pounds. But the old man held it in his hands as if it were nothing, as if it were just a reed.
"Are these all members of the Murong family?" Some people were secretly happy, while others with other thoughts had already begun to retreat secretly.
“Mr.
Yes, even if I lose my life, I, Wu Changfeng, will do it for you!" Wu Changfeng said excitedly as he patted his chest.
"Elder Wu is so polite. In fact, Xue and his entourage in Luoyang are still under the wishes of my master... Mr. Murong. If you want to thank him, just thank him!"
Doctor Xue's answer was beyond Wu Changfeng's expectation. He never expected that this matter was related to Murong Fu. He said happily: "Oh, Doctor Xue, this is strange. How come this matter is also related to my brother Murong Fu?"
Really? Could it be that you said that he taught you your medical skills all your life? Hahaha!"
"That's not the case. The reason for this will be discussed in detail by Xue with Brother Wu later. My Master Murong ordered last night that if the person coming from the Beggar Clan this time is Elder Wu Changfeng, he should be left here to have a drink.
Fifty bowls before leaving."
"Hahahaha, good, happy, happy. My brother Murong still knows the old beggar. But today is so lively, why hasn't my brother Murong shown up yet?" As he said, he glanced at the back hall with his eyes, hoping to find him.
to see someone's figure.
"This..." Doctor Xue smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer. Because this morning, the original words Murong Fu left when he left were: I went to Mantuo Villa to see my cousin, can you come back to see me?
You idiots took care of the situation yourself. If you mess up, see how I deal with you!
Although the Xiaoyao sect is not bound by secular etiquette, my uncle is still a bit, well, too unruly.
Doctor Xue thought this way, but the Xiaoyao sect values respecting teachers first and foremost. No matter how the master treats his apprentices, the disciples must accept it without any complaints. Regarding some of the unreasonable behaviors of his junior uncle, Doctor Xue, even
I don’t even dare to slander myself.
"My young master went out on important matters this morning. I don't know when he will come back. The things here will be temporarily left to our senior brothers and two girls, Aju Abi." Wu Lingjun saw that the fifth brother did not answer for a while.
Come up and quickly smooth things over.
Wu Changfeng had already noticed the talented Confucian scholar in front of him. Seeing the other person speak, he quickly asked the other person: "I wonder what I call this brother? The old beggar is being polite."
Seeing this, Divine Doctor Xue quickly introduced several people to Wu Changfeng one by one: "This is my eldest brother Kang Guangling, and this is... these people are all my brothers who studied in the same school in the past. How many of us are now?"
Let’s worship together at the door of my young master.” Several people came to greet Wu Changfeng one by one.
Wu Changfeng's eyes were even more surprised. He could clearly feel that the martial arts of this group of people were almost the same as his. Especially the old man holding the iron piano in his arms gave him a completely invisible feeling. It was obvious that the martial arts were far away.
above him.
How could such a master be able to teach a doctor with such strong medical skills as Doctor Xue and such a group of disciples with strong martial arts skills? Wu Changfeng sighed inwardly. Thinking about this made him even more curious, how could such a master
Why did he suddenly drive all the disciples out of the gate? However, it was difficult for an outsider to pry into such sect matters, so he didn't ask, and the few of them just started chatting.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this moment, another announcement came: Senior Wei Huishan has arrived!
"Senior Qin from Chuzhou has arrived!"
...
As the news spread, a group of famous and virtuous senior masters in the martial arts community arrived one after another, pushing the atmosphere of the entire banquet to a climax. It has to be said that when the words Nan Murong and Divine Doctor Xue are put together, it has a lot of meaning for them.
The influence of the entire arena is still very large.
Until a voice sounded, which made all the onlookers watching the excitement almost drop their jaws: "Shaolin Master Xuannan is here!"
Master Xuannan!
The meaning of this name was not unclear to everyone present. Like other long-famous martial arts seniors, they represent individuals at best, but Master Xuannan, as the head of the Shaolin School of Bodhidharma, represents the attitude of the Taishan Beidou Shaolin School in the Central Plains martial arts world.
Today is not in vain.
Many people are thinking secretly.
However, there were also some astute people who sensed something was wrong.
Given the transcendent status of the Shaolin Sect in the martial arts world, unless something happens that is enough to destabilize the martial arts world, the eminent monks of the Xuan generation will practice with great concentration in ancient temples and will not show up. Things like today can only be done by a Hui character at most.
If a senior monk came with a few disciples, it would be considered a compliment. How come it was Master Xuannan who came?
You must know that among the monks of the Xuan generation of Shaolin today, Master Xuancheng, known as the Thirteen Supreme Monks, has the highest qualifications. However, it is said that Master Xuancheng went crazy while practicing Kung Fu, which resulted in the loss of all martial arts and paralysis.
The result is that it does not involve Shaolin affairs.
Then there is the contemporary Shaolin abbot, Master Xuanci, and then his junior brother, Master Xuanbei. And then there is Master Xuannan, the first of the Bodhidharma Academy, who has the highest martial arts and the oldest qualifications. He is said to be the third figure in the Shaolin sect.
It is not an exaggeration. Although the Taoist monks do not strive for fame and wealth, in fact Master Xuannan’s qualifications are far higher than those of other monks of his generation.
How would it appear here?
Under the calm waves, an undercurrent surges.
Fan Bailing still held his heavy chessboard in his hands. At this time, a piece fell, the soldiers were in danger, and the white chess piece was in danger of being slaughtered by the dragon. Fan Bailing stared at the chess game, stroking his beard and sighed: "There is danger in the calamity.
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"Senior Brother, have you also noticed?" Gou Du was still dressed as a poor scholar, with his eyes shining brightly, staring at every corner of the banquet, with a worried look on his face.
"In the west wing, at the table near the door, there are two men, one old and one young. The old man has rotten teeth and a rosaceous nose. He looks like a gangster. From time to time, he pokes his arms into his arms, obviously there is something powerful hidden inside.
The weapon was probably a concealed weapon. The young man next to him had a part of the weapon exposed in his sleeve, and he guessed it was something like a soft whip. The black and white sword that he just greeted Wu Changfeng, a beggar gang,
From the moment I entered the door, I have been restless, looking around, as if looking for someone. And the Shaolin Master Xuannan who came in just now..."
Wu Lingjun was mumbling something, holding a piece of charcoal in his hand and drawing something on a piece of silk. Gou Du leaned over and took a look, and it was astonishingly the appearance of the people Wu Lingjun mentioned just now. Although only a few words were used.
It took a few strokes, but the physical features of just a few people were completely presented on this canvas.
"It seems that our Uncle Murong has quite a few enemies." Gou Du sighed and stopped talking.
...
"Haha, Master Xuannan, long time no see. Are your bones still in good health?" Wu Changfeng didn't think there was anything wrong at first, and immediately came forward to say hello. He and Xuannan were friends with each other, so it was nothing to talk about.
Restrainable.
"Amitabha, I haven't seen Master Wu for a long time. His martial arts seems to have improved a lot." Xuannan clasped his hands together and returned the greeting.
"Haha, how can I, Wu Changfeng, dare to boast about my meager martial arts skills in front of you, Master? The master once shocked the martial arts world with his miraculous skill of holding the world in his sleeves. The old beggar was deeply impressed. I wonder how many other masters in your temple have been doing recently.
good?"
As soon as he mentioned several fellow apprentices, a look of sadness flashed through Xuannan's eyes, but he quickly hid it again: "Amitabha, I would like to thank Lay Wu Wu for thinking that everything is fine with all our fellow apprentices!"
Along with Xuan Nan came six monks of the Hui generation, each holding a Zen staff and a sword. They followed the master and greeted everyone one by one.
Several Shaolin monks were taken to one side to set up a separate vegetarian restaurant with a separate table.
Seeing that the time was almost up and the guests had almost arrived, but Murong Fu hadn't shown up yet, Doctor Xue shook his head helplessly. At this time, A'Zhu and Abi appeared together, one on the left and the other on the right. Doctor Xue had known these two things for a long time.
Unlike ordinary servants, the maid also greeted her very politely: "You two ladies, Xue Muhua is polite."
A'Zhu Abi smiled and said, "How are you, Doctor Xue." She looked at the other eight friends of Hangu and said, "How are you, too." The eight friends returned the greeting hurriedly.
Fan Bailing looked worried: "Why is it that at this time, Master Murong...Master Murong hasn't shown up yet?"
A'Zhu smiled slightly: "Mr. Fan, don't be anxious. I believe that the young master has his own intention in doing this."
Food and wine were served one after another, and the atmosphere of the banquet gradually became more intense.
Doctor Xue walked to the center of the crowd with a glass of wine and chatted with an acquaintance. It was a good time for the guests and the host to have a good time, but half a day passed, and the host, Murong Fu, did not show up for a long time, which was more or less strange.
Thinking of Murong Fu's instructions yesterday, Doctor Xue smiled bitterly and shook his head: It seems that he is the only one to do it himself. He can't let two girls, Aju and Abi, do it.
So he poured another glass of wine, walked to the crowd, and said, "Fellow martial arts comrades, Xue Muhua is being polite!"
Doctor Xue’s voice was not loud, but when everyone saw Doctor Xue making some move, they stopped talking, dropped their chopsticks, and stood up to return the courtesy. They were afraid that the slightest disrespect would offend the doctor and not treat them in the future. In fact, the whole hall was filled with smoke.
How could Divine Doctor Xue pay attention to all of the hundreds of people?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I believe that all fellow martial arts practitioners have received the post sent by Xue Muhua a few months ago. Thank you all friends for your hard work and coming thousands of miles. Mr. Murong has a great relationship with me, Divine Doctor Xue.
The grace of rebuilding. I, Xue Muhua, am not talented, but I know how to repay the kindness. I have no choice but to have nothing, only this medical skill that I can barely make up for. This time, I hope that through the light of all my fellow martial arts colleagues, I hope you can do it.
A testimony. From today on, I, Xue Muhua, officially become the disciple of Mr. Murong. From now on, I will rely solely on my drive, work hard and bear no complaints, and I will never regret it."
After saying that, Divine Doctor Xue drank all the wine in the cup. Then A'Zhu stepped forward and said: "Welcome Divine Doctor Xue. I hope that the miracle doctor will continue to serve my Murong family in the future..." What followed was nothing more than some guests.
It was a cliche, and no one present listened carefully.
Among the people present, few knew Aju Abi. They only listened to a few words from Divine Doctor Xue. From what he meant, it really seemed like they owed the Murong family a huge favor. And the beauty in red who spoke just now
, with such a majestic appearance, no one recognized her as a maid, only as the mistress of the Murong family. But the mistress may not be too young.
At this moment, a voice sounded from the corner: "Wait a minute! At Xuandu Temple in Tiantai Mountain, Shi An, the disciple of Tianchen Taoist Priest, has something to say to Mr. Murong. Please also ask Mr. Murong to come out and speak!"
Black and white sword Shi An!
Many people here know Shi An and know that he is a disciple of Tianchenzi Taoist Priest of Tiantai Mountain in eastern Zhejiang. This Tianchenzi Taoist is commonly known as Shi Qingxu. He is recognized as a first-class master in the world, with eight, eight, and sixty skills.
The four-way "Fuxi Sword" is used superbly. Some people even say that this Taoist master's skills are not inferior to the current Shaolin abbot Master Xuanci. Some people even say that this black and white sword is actually only three or four points of the true inheritance of Taoist Tianchenzi, so
He is already a top figure among the younger generation in the martial arts world.
But from the tone of this black and white sword, it turned out that he had some issues with Murong Fu.
Interesting, it seems this trip was not in vain.
This was what many people were thinking at the moment, so everyone stopped holding their cups and chopsticks to see what the black and white sword would say next.
Doctor Xue's expression changed slightly when such a famous figure suddenly appeared. Several other members of the Eight Friends of Hangu exchanged glances with each other and stepped forward to protect Doctor Xue and A'Zhu Abi in the middle.
"Little friend Shi An, it has been three years since I last said goodbye to your master, Tianchenzi, Zhejiang Province. How is Taoist Master Tianchenzi doing lately?"
Doctor Xue asked with a smile.
When he mentioned his master, Shi An showed grief: "My master passed away a few months ago!"
If Murong Fu were here, he would definitely feel that the scene in front of him was extremely familiar. However, who knows if he had expected all this and ran out?