Murong Fu took Wang Yuyan, Abi and others all the way north without delay, in order to see Wu Yazi as soon as possible.
Although Murong Fu didn't know the specific situation within the Shaolin sect, Xuan Ci made it clear that he wanted to put Xuan Bei's death on his head.
Although he would certainly not end up in Qiao Feng's situation, there was no guarantee that the Shaolin sect would not exert its traditional virtue of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and pull off some tricks that would leave Murong Fu dumbfounded.
It is not enough to rely on your current strength to compete with a big sect like Shaolin.
The main force that the Murong family could rely on was the four estates led by the four generals. However, the four generals themselves were hardly top-notch in ability. Facing the batches of top-notch masters from the Shaolin sect, they were like a mantis trying to act as a chariot. Moreover, Murong Bo was the one who stayed.
It was really difficult for Murong Fu to have 100% trust in this group of people.
So Murong Fu set his sights on his master, the leader of Xiaoyao Sect, Wu Yazi.
If under the guidance of Wu Yazi, one could thoroughly learn the profound skills of the Xiaoyao Sect, or simply get the Xiaoyao Sect's head ring, and completely integrate the three Xiaoyao factions of Lingjiu Palace, Yipintang and Xingxiu Sect, let alone
It is not impossible for Shaolin to realize the so-called dream of "restoring Dayan".
Of course, the Xingxiu Sect is actually just a tack-on. They can be used as a guard of honor to build up momentum. If something really happens, you can't expect these people to be there.
But the two powerful forces of Lingjiu Palace and Yipintang alone can completely overwhelm the Shaolin Sect.
Murong Fu was not very interested in Fuguo. He just didn't like the feeling of someone putting a knife on his neck.
The best way to avoid this situation is to have a powerful sword in your hand.
In the past few days, Murong Fu took Wang Yuyan and others on a long journey, and in just five days they had entered the border of Henan.
After arriving at the border of Henan, several people abandoned their boats for horses and hired a carriage to carry Wang Yuyan and Abi. Because they took care of Wang Yuyan and Abi's two female dependents, the speed slowed down and they could only cover half a day's journey a day.
Wang Yuyan and Abi didn't have any feelings about where they were going, but they were very happy to go out with their sweethearts. Murong Fu also spoke softly and gently along the way, making the two little girls happy. As for the purpose of coming out,
What, then don’t worry about it at all, just follow your sweetheart anyway.
Kang Guangling and the others who followed Murong Fu didn't sleep for several days, for no other reason than excitement.
The desire to return to their master made them want to fly to their master the next moment. Although Master Murong had already conveyed Su Xinghe's meaning to them before, it was still less meaningful than being acknowledged by the master in person.
Thinking that their long-cherished wish of twenty years would finally come true, several people had a little more respect for this young uncle. At this time, even if Murong Fu told them that he wanted to kill Shaoshi Mountain, they would not hesitate to kill him.
The guy went up and didn't complain at all.
As for the previous incident of Murong Fu beating several of them violently, they had long been forgotten in Java.
"It's already noon now. Let's have something to eat at the market in front of us and rest before we continue on our way."
Seeing Wang Yuyan and Wang Yuyan's faces looking tired, Murong Fu felt slightly distressed: If Wu Yazi hadn't wanted to see his granddaughter, he really didn't want to bring them out and suffer this, so he suggested that they take a rest for the time being.
Of course, Bayou had no objection. Murong Fu said whatever he said anyway, but Wang Yuyan was a little embarrassed. She raised the curtain and whispered: "Cousin, actually I'm not tired..."
In fact, she had lived in the villa for a long time and had never even left the house a few times. The long journey had indeed made her mentally and physically exhausted.
Murong Fu didn't say anything, he just asked Doctor Xue to go ahead and book some rooms at the inn in front.
Doctor Xue accepted the promise and left, and soon the group arrived at the inn.
After Wang Yuyan and others had settled down, Murong Fu, Divine Doctor Xue and others came downstairs to discuss their next journey, and urged the inn to serve food quickly.
This is not a place like Gusu or Bianjing. You only need to throw out a piece of silver to book a nice room and wait for the food to be served.
Everyone, regardless of high or low, gathered in the hall on the first floor to have a meal, without exception.
It's not the usual lunch time yet, there aren't many people in the hall, there are only a few diners, and the waiter is still huddled behind the counter and lazing around.
Murong Fu and others occupied a table in the corner, chatting for a few words and discussing the next course of action.
"This time we must ask Master and Grandmaster to come out and ask for an explanation from the Shaolin sect." Kang Guangling said angrily, feeling quite concerned about the fact that Xuan Nan and others came to challenge him that day.
Although he is the oldest, he has a childlike nature. He only knows that his uncle has been insulted and wants to regain his place, and he does not pay attention to whether his words are appropriate or not.
Murong Fu smiled noncommittally, obviously not taking these words to heart.
On the other hand, Doctor Xue's eyes gleamed with ejaculation, and he lowered his voice and said to Murong Fu: "Uncle Master, in these years, in order to deal with that old thief Ding Chunqiu, I have not only helped people treat illnesses, but also made acquaintance with many martial arts colleagues. If Uncle Master is interested,
, we can gather these people together and ask the Shaolin Sect for an explanation."
The people's talk became more and more outrageous, and finally Murong Fu had no choice but to end the topic forcibly, lest these nephews' loud conspiracy would cause unnecessary trouble.
But sometimes this is the case, the more you worry about something, the more it will come.
At this moment, a cold snort came from behind Murong Fu and the others, causing them to look back and look for the source of the sound.
The owner of the voice obviously made this sound deliberately to attract the attention of several people, so Murong Fu and others just turned around and discovered the big man in yellow shirt sitting at the table in the center of the room.
The big man looked to be in his early thirties, with eyebrows as thick as paint, and a pair of tiger eyes that were shining brightly. One could not help but admire him, he was such a majestic man. He was also tall, and he looked like an iron tower just sitting down.
It gave people an invisible sense of oppression. The most eye-catching thing was his pair of big hands with distinct joints and calluses. At first glance, he looked like a veteran who had been immersed in palm skills for many years.
On his table were a large plate of meat, a large bowl of soup, a roast chicken, and a large jar full of sorghum wine. The jar weighed at least twenty kilograms, which made people secretly admire him.
I am afraid of drinking too much.
At this time, the big man had just finished a large bowl of wine and was nonchalantly wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
Seeing the eyes of Murong Fu and others, the big man did not shy away. He filled the big bowl in front of him with white wine and said in the direction of Murong Fu: "This young master looks so kind, why don't you come over and drink together?"
How about two bowls?"
Murong Fu couldn't help being surprised: he had noticed this person when he entered the room. At that time, he only regarded this person as an ordinary wealthy man who was good at drinking, and didn't pay much attention to him. Now he only noticed him when he heard this person speak.
The inner breath is long and the aura is strong. He is actually a rare master, even far ahead of Xuannan and others.
At this age, with this kind of skill, and this ability to drink, who else in the world could be there?
The answer is obvious.
Murong Fu stood up generously, gave a salute, and said with a smile: "Meeting each other is fate. Since this brother is so elegant, I would rather obey you than obey him!"