"No one is talking? Then I'll call your name. Is the guy who just said he wanted to drink hangover soup here?"
Murong Fu walked squarely with a leisurely expression, as if he had returned to a middle school classroom, but this time he was a teacher.
Seeing that everyone was silent and looking in a certain direction unconsciously, Murong Fu walked up to the "sobering up soup" man. At this time, this man was playing the pipa with his legs and two rows of teeth fighting against each other. When he saw Murong Fu
When I walked back, I felt like I had seen a ghost and wanted to run away. My legs were weak and I wanted to shout. My throat felt like there was cotton stuck in it.
Murong Fu squatted down in front of this man who was sitting on the ground because of weak legs, and said with concern: "Drink less, it's not good for your health. Be obedient."
The man was scared and confused, so he could only nod his head. However, the next second, Murong Fu grabbed his collar again and threw him out of the window. There was a "pop", followed by two screams. He must have died someday.
This guy probably won’t want to drink hangover soup.
"Who is the leader of your group? Come out."
Murong Fu dusted off his hands and stood up. The room was filled with silence.
Just when Murong Fu was getting impatient with waiting, someone from the group of white-robed guests stood up and said, "Your Excellency, there is no need to question these grass bandits. When you took action in the first round just now, their leader was killed by you."
I threw it into the water, and I should have drank a lot of water by now."
Earlier, when Murong Fu was observing outside the door, he noticed that this group of people was different, and he felt a little fond of these people, so he politely raised his hands and said: "I haven't asked my name, why are you here?
"
"I don't dare take the name. I'm Sima Lin, the current head of the Qingcheng faction in Shu. I came to Suzhou this time to meet with Mr. Murong to ask for a son back for his late father, Sima Xuan, the former head of the Qingcheng faction.
justice!"
"May I ask why Mr. Murong went to Dali?" Sima Lin asked.
"Who are you? You dare to talk to our leader like this!"
Murong Fu said calmly: "I am Murong Fu. If you have anything to say to me, please tell me."
He immediately fell silent.
"What? Mr. Murong was in Dali before?" Sima Lin was shocked.
Not to mention the other party's martial arts skills, it wouldn't take much effort to keep my group behind.
Murong Fu let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand to brush his face, and the dark makeup on his face fell off, revealing a pure and elegant face. The shabby clothes could not cover up the grace between his eyebrows. Although everyone in the hall was afraid of Murong Fu
, at this time, I couldn’t help but shout “Hello” in my heart.
Then, Murong Fu said casually: "Sima Gang Leader Mingjian, do you think that with my martial arts skills, it would take a lot of effort to kill your father, and leave traces for you to come to seek revenge?"
Abi's delicate voice beat Sima Lin to the throne before Murong Fu. The Qinyun Xiaozhu and the Xiangxiang Pavilion were originally built by the Murong family as a residence for her and A'Zhu, but now they have been made a mess by this group of people. Seeing this group of people again
People accused Murong Fu regardless of the indiscriminate nature, even though she had a gentle temperament, she couldn't help it.
Murong Fu clasped his hands behind his back, looking like a master from this world. He was not in a hurry to settle accounts with these little shrimps at the moment.
Everyone was shocked. They never expected that the famous Nan Murong would actually dress up as an ordinary fisherman. When everyone in the Qingcheng faction saw the murderer of the leader standing in front of them, they were shocked and angry. Someone immediately
He was about to take action, but was stopped by Sima Lin.
"What a man seeking justice. You are quite a man of character. I wonder how Mr. Murong could have such enmity with your late father?"
Although these words sounded extremely arrogant, everyone was shocked and angry, but they also felt that they made sense.
Although everyone was shocked and angry, they were intimidated by Murong Fu's skill and did not dare to speak.
Sima Lin was ashamed and ashamed, but had no choice but to do anything. He immediately handed over to Murong Fu and was about to take the people away.
"Ah, you guys took advantage of our absence in the middle of the night and came to our house to make a fuss. You even asked us questions in turn. You are really shameless."
But Murong Fu didn't think about standing up and pretending to be a hero. Although it wouldn't take much effort to throw the dozen people in front of him into the water, it was indeed the Murong family who was in trouble. However, Murong Fu couldn't explain it yet, so he could only do this.
Use up.
Murong Fu was slightly unhappy. Logically speaking, with Gusu Murong's status in the martial arts world, there was no need to waste such words to explain to a local sect like Sima Lin. Unfortunately, he was indeed in the wrong in a sense. He could only explain patiently.
: "Now that the matter has passed, there is no harm in telling Sima Sect Master."
Sima Lin's feet had already stepped onto the threshold, and when he was about to step out, an old voice stopped him. Sima Lin was shocked and angry, and looked back. The speaker was none other than Granny Rui sent by Mrs. Wang.
So he told the story of how he went crazy while practicing martial arts, rushed to Tianlong Temple to seek medical treatment, and how he met Jiumozhi and snatched the sword scripture.
Sima Lin suppressed his anger and said: "Famous is not as good as meeting. Mr. Murong is well-deserved. I just don't know why he is disguised and dare not show his true face to others?"
"Besides, as you said, my father's accident happened two months ago. Well, at that time I was leading a group of retainers to Dali, and now I have just rushed back to Suzhou. The eminent monks of Tianlong Temple can testify for me.
After Sima Sect Leader leaves, you can go to Dali in person to seek confirmation."
"Wait a minute, Master Ciao, we can't let them leave like this."
Before coming, the Qingcheng Sect thought that with the dozen or so top players in the sect, no matter how strong Murong Fu was, he would be able to fight. Now, seeing Murong Fu throwing one of his companions into the water in front of everyone,
However, none of the group actually saw clearly how the other party acted. They immediately understood that the other party's martial arts was so high that they and others could not understand it. Therefore, although a group of people wanted to refute, they could not speak.
Murong Fu had no intention of arguing with a bunch of little shrimps, and curled his lips towards the door, with the obvious intention of seeing off the guests.
Murong Fu nodded.
Murong Fu put his hands behind his back and said leisurely.
The scene reached a deadlock for a while.
Baipaoke said solemnly: "Two months ago, my father and his disciples went to Jinguan City for business and were found dead in the inn. The cause of death was due to the "Qingzi Nine Strikes", the secret skill of our Qingcheng Sect.
, Looking at the world, apart from the Murong family who repay others with their own methods, who else can there be? What does the high-ranking name have to do with the Murong family? "
If others are cheating on you, then you are cheating on me.
Sima Lin was shocked. He never expected that there would be such twists and turns. If Murong Fu was lying deliberately, all these twists and turns and bizarre experiences were well-established. There were witnesses. As long as he was willing to verify, it would be very easy to determine the truth.
Hypocrisy, how can anyone lie like this?
"Exactly thirty."
A man in white robes scolded sharply, and then there was a "pop" and another splash of water splashed outside the window.
Murong Fu did not answer, but just smiled. This look was incomprehensible to others. In fact, Murong Fu scolded Murong Bo several times in his heart.
Seeing that Murong Fu didn't answer for a long time, Sima Lin only said that the other party was closely related to the Murong family, so he said in a low voice: "Your Excellency is so powerful in martial arts that we feel inferior to you. But if you want to take action, I won't kill you at your neck.
There is a fight to the death.”
Sima Lin said angrily: "I dare to ask your Excellency if you have any advice." He had lost a lot of face tonight, but he was so sulky that he couldn't vent it. If it weren't for Murong Fu's presence, he would have really wanted to go up and give this old woman some color.
Take a look.
The old woman didn't even look at Sima Lin, she just looked at Murong Fu and said: "Master, I came here to protect this waterside pavilion on my wife's order. I happened to meet this group of thieves, and the people they led were quite large.
There are dead and injured, if this group of thieves is allowed to leave just like that, how can the two families lose face in this world?"
Then, Granny Rui made a move, and two wounded people immediately walked out of the team. One of them was hit in the thigh. Although it had been bandaged, blood gushed out again at the slightest movement. The other person was hit on the shoulder with a blunt object.
After a smash, the shoulder blade was already shattered, and the arm would probably be useless in the future.
Murong Fu frowned, then relaxed his brows. He immediately had some concerns in his heart, so he followed Grandma Rui's words and said to Sima Lin: "Master Sima, although my old slave is rude, but what he said makes sense.
Without clarifying the facts, Your Excellency poured a basin of sewage on Murong Fu's head, disturbing the tranquility of this waterside pavilion. If you leave like this, I'm afraid there will be something wrong."