"To be honest, Mr. Murong, I did have this thought beforehand, but now it seems that this kind of idea is just an unnecessary distraction and only adds to troubles."
Yang Potian was worthy of being the leader of a sect. He quickly recovered after his little thoughts were exposed, and frankly admitted to Murong Fu what he was thinking.
Murong Fu was stunned, and he put away his previous contempt for Yang Potian, and said to himself: This man is indeed a bit of a hero, not the kind of coy moral gentleman.
However, Mingjiao's behavior has always been full of evil, and he would not dare to despise his opponent just because his martial arts skills are superior to him.
"Murong Fu is just a man in white clothes. My friends in the world have given me some honor and a little reputation. I really can't think of anything I can do to help the Master."
From Murong Fu's point of view, it was clear that Yang Potian and others were taking advantage of the Xiaoyao faction's internal strife to reap the benefits. Being too close to such a group of people was tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger.
Yang Potian smiled and said: "Mr. Murong, don't reject people like this from thousands of miles away. You must know that time changes, and the roles of friends and enemies often change in just a moment. How can Mr. Murong be so sure? We, Mingjiao, can't
How about being friends with the young master?"
"Although our sect is far away from China, we have followers all over the world, and we have been paying close attention to the situation in the martial arts in China. To be honest, our sect has been paying attention to Mr. Murong more than ten years ago. In these years, Mr. Murong has been doing a lot of things in the world.
Every major event in Mingjiao has been recorded in detailed files."
When Yang Potian said this, he paused and observed Murong Fu's expression carefully.
Murong Fu's face turned cold: "Are you spying on me secretly?"
"Young Master is joking," Yang Potian explained: "My Ming Cult pays a lot of attention to every famous master in the world. Especially young men like Master Murong and Gang Leader Qiao who captured Ding Chunqiu with one move during the day.
Junjie, I am not specifically targeting Mr. Murong."
"However, some of the experiences that the young master has experienced in the past six months have really interested us. It is said that half a year ago, Mr. Murong became obsessed with martial arts for some reason. However, after a trip to Dali, not only the martial arts
It has greatly increased and has also performed quite brilliantly in a series of major events in the world."
"So, what does Master Yang mean? Do you want to find out the secret of Murong Fu's martial arts?"
Murong Fu's eyes narrowed.
"Although Yang Potian is not a member of the martial arts community in China, he still knows the rules of the martial arts. How can he get angry by trying to find out the secrets of the young master's martial arts?"
"To be fair, Mr. Murong killed old monster Xingxiu, but he got rid of a difficult opponent for my Ming Cult. I came here this time because I really want to talk about cooperation with Mr. Murong."
"Not interested in!"
Murong Fu flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.
"Has the young master completely discarded the legacy of Murong Longcheng, the ancestor of the Murong family?"
Yang Potian shouted loudly, causing Murong Fu's feet to freeze as he stepped forward.
"What did you say?!"
Murong Fu stared coldly at Yang Potian and his group in front of him, murderous intent surging in his eyes.
Yang Potian didn't expect that his rash words would cause such a big reaction from the other party, and he took two steps back. However, thinking of the purpose of his trip, he continued: "Master Murong, the ancestor of the Murong family in the past, Murong
I believe you know very well what the ambition of the old man from Longcheng is."
"I don't understand what you are talking about. If the leader came here specifically to talk to me about these boring things, then I will excuse you for not accompanying me and take my leave!"
Murong Fu left Yang Potian aside and left to mind his own business.
"Presumptuous! How can our leader allow you to be so rude when speaking!"
Seeing Murong Fu's arrogant attitude, the four Dharma Kings had long been quite unhappy. Seeing that Murong Fu was about to leave, they all stood in front of him.
"With just a few of you, can you stop me?"
The few of them felt a breeze blowing in front of them. By the time they reacted, Murong Fu had already walked around behind them, holding his hands and looking at them coldly, his eyes were like looking at a few ants.
"Hiss!" The old man in black, who was the leader of the four, was the first to react. When he touched his cheek, he felt a stream of heat flowing down his cheek.
"Blood!"
Several other people were also shocked. You looked at me, and I looked at you, and then they realized that in just a short moment, there was a trace of blood on their faces, running from the end of their temples to the corners of their mouths, exactly.
A little further up, it would be a fatal injury.
What's even more frightening is that these people didn't see clearly how Murong Fu took action.
"What's going on? You're used to being arrogant in the Western Regions, and you want to come to the Central Plains to show off your power? Do you have what it takes? How many of you are there?"
Murong Fu scoffed.
Several people were shocked and angry, but after learning from the previous lesson, no one dared to speak. Everyone knew that if the other party had not shown mercy just now, where would they and others still be alive now?
Only Yang Potian could barely see clearly what Murong Fu had done just now, and he was filled with fear: If he were to fight alone, it would be difficult for him to withstand a hundred moves from the opponent. Fortunately, he didn't let greed take over him just now.
's heart.
Yang Potian angrily scolded: "Mr. Murong was merciful and spared the lives of several of you. Why don't you thank Mr. Murong quickly?"
Although several people were unwilling to do so, they also knew that the leader was trying to help people like themselves. They stepped forward and saluted Murong Fuyi: "Thank you, Mr. Murong, for not killing him!"
Yang Potian said: "Mr. Murong, I will not beat around the bush with you now. In the past, the ancestor of your Murong family, Murong Longcheng, had a period of cooperation with our Mingjiao in order to revive your Murong family's Dayan Kingdom.
Experience, I, the Mingjiao, are very clear about the aspirations of your Murong family. Now that I have said it, what else do you need to doubt, Master?"
"What did you say?"
Murong Fu stared at the other person's face, as if he wanted to see some clues through the other person's expression.
"Young Master Murong, there is no need to doubt it. This past event is also the top secret within our Mingjiao, and its level of top secret is second only to the two major martial arts we sent. But now it seems that this past event is more important to Young Master Murong!"
So Yang Potian then recounted an unknown past event.
It turned out that Murong Longcheng was determined to revive the Yan Dynasty, but he was born at the wrong time and met Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, an unprecedented civil and military genius. Seeing that the Song Dynasty and Zhou dynasty would dominate the world, Murong Longcheng chose to assassinate the king in despair.
Killing the driver is not a solution.
As for the Mingjiao, the more chaotic the world is, the better it is for them. Only in troubled times can a sect like the Mingjiao have followers everywhere. So the two sides hit it off and staged a thrilling drama.
This farce naturally ended in failure, but Zhao Kuangyin himself was seriously injured as a result. He died with hatred and was passed down to his younger brother Taizong Zhao Guangyi.
Murong Fu was stunned, thinking that what the other party said was simply a fantasy.
"Impossible! If that's the case, how can the Ming Cult still exist in the world? How can the Murong family be safe and sound in Gusu? What you are saying is sheer nonsense!"
I can't blame Murong Fu for not believing him.
Although Murong Fu made rebellion his career throughout the generations, assassinating the emperor was something that no one with any sense would do.
"This is another story, and it cannot be explained clearly in a few words."