Duan Yanqing was overjoyed when he heard that he had the opportunity to kill the Duan Zhengchun brothers and regain the throne. He originally thought that such a powerful enemy was entrusted by the Duan Zhengchun brothers to deal with him, but he did not expect that he was a friend rather than an enemy.
Others don't know how high the martial arts of this mysterious man who calls himself Yan Longyuan is. Without his guidance back then, with Duan Yanqing's disabled body, no matter how strong his perseverance, I'm afraid his martial arts would still be the same today.
It's hard to call him top-notch. But this mysterious old gentleman just gave him a little guidance, and his martial arts improved by leaps and bounds. You can imagine how high the opponent's martial arts is.
Duan Yanqing said overjoyed: "If I get help from the old gentleman, this matter will definitely be solved. But Gusu Murong's martial arts is too powerful, I'm afraid I won't be his match."
The man in black smiled and said: "You don't need to worry about this, I will take action to lure Murong Fu away for you. In the past few days, Murong Fu took Duan Zhengchun to his uncle's house. There was no master around, as long as he could lure Murong Fu away
Come on, killing Duan Zhengchun is just a piece of cake for you."
After hearing this, Duan Yanqing was overjoyed. Hearing that the mysterious man in front of him was willing to risk his life to deal with Murong Fu, he was even more grateful. In excitement, he hurriedly said: "Mr. Sir, if Duan Yanqing is in front of me this time,
Duan Zhengchun was successfully eliminated with the help of his father. When he is restored to power one day, he will share the wealth and honor with the old gentleman and share the country of Dali!"
The man in black smiled mysteriously and did not take the other party's empty promise to heart. His purpose of helping Duan Yanqing was not for the other party's illusory resettlement cause.
"It's good that you have this intention. It's just that this road is difficult and dangerous, and you have to be careful in the future. Well, it's almost time, let's go!"
There was a awning boat waiting in the water berth. The boatman was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man. Duan Yanqing could tell at a glance that the man had strong martial arts skills. Even the subordinates who supported the boat could have it.
By doing this, Duan Yanqing became even more curious about the true identity of this mysterious old man.
With a look from Yan Longyuan, the boatman untied the cable, held a bamboo pole a little closer to the shore, and the boat slowly sailed towards the depths of the lake.
It was already late at night, no one was around, and the lake reflected the moonlight like a huge mirror.
Three people and one boat sailed all the way to Mantuo Villa. The small awning boat looked like a sneaking mouse in the dark night.
In Mantuo Villa, Murong Fu was alone in the room...looking at the account book.
That's right, as a top master in the world, he was not competing with beauties in the middle of the night. Instead, he was reading the account books alone and doing the things that accountants do.
Without it, just because the money is too much!
Although Wu Yazi only took away part of the wealth when he left the Xiaoyao Sect, it was already quite a lot. In addition, when he and Li Qiushui searched for martial arts secrets from various sects in the rivers and lakes in those years, they also brought a lot of wealth with them.
The characteristic of the Song Dynasty was robbing the poor and giving to the rich. The wealth accumulated over decades was an astronomical figure.
Although the Murong family cannot be said to be as rich as the country, it can still be said to be the richest. However, when Murong Fu saw the account books compiled by Su Xinghe during this period, he was still deeply shocked.
Ninety-eight thousand taels of silver, fifty thousand taels of gold, eighteen top-quality East China Sea jade corals, twenty-four cat's-eye stones, forty purple jade agates, and thirty dozen South Sea jade pearls...
A series of things were listed in front of his eyes, which made Murong Fu dazzled.
Good guys, were Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui living in seclusion, or were they doing the work of male and female thieves in the name of seclusion?
In this era, silver had not flowed into the Central Plains on a large scale, so the purchasing power of one tael of silver was quite high, enough to make a family of three have food and clothing for a month. The value of one tael of gold was not as valuable as one tael of gold or one hundred taels in later generations.
Silver is roughly exchanged at a ratio of one tael of gold to sixteen taels of silver.
These yellow and white things are secondary. I guess Li Qiu Shui doesn't think much of them. The value of these things is only the tip of the iceberg. The real value is the pile of rare treasures. If they can all be cleared away, what will happen to them?
It's an astronomical figure.
Translation Translation, what is a surprise!
It can be said that with this wealth, Murong Fu can now raise an elite force of tens of thousands of people at any time to do something good.
How could he be as useless as the original owner and bargain with Duan Yanqing for 10,000 soldiers and horses? And he was bargained down to 5,000!
He knew that the Xiaoyao Sect was rich, and this could be easily inferred from various details, including the Wuliang Jade Cave built by the lake in Dali, which was decorated with extremely precious crystals of this era. There was also the fact that the child's grandmother used ginseng tea to wash herself.
The operations of the mouth reflect the profound material foundation of Xiaoyao Sect.
He didn't know that before Xiaoyaozi entered Taoism, he was a child of a secular family and a high-ranking official. Otherwise, he would not be qualified to participate in the turmoil of the heir to the throne. Coupled with the accumulation of hundreds of years, these wealth
Needless to say.
For a moment, facing this huge wealth, Murong Fu was also a little confused.
Is the place where Master lives, Wuliang Mountain, or Monte Cristo?
No wonder it is said that martial arts is the hardest currency in the world, and I have never seen a hero who is short of money. In comparison, the behavior of people like Qiao Feng, Yang Guo, and others who broke into the county government's vault is simply weak, okay?
No wonder Ding Chunqiu wanted to become the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect even though he was trying to kill his master. It was not just for those few martial arts secret books.
Under the candlelight, Murong Fu calculated the value of these treasures over and over again with his abacus.
Compared to Murong Bo who killed people for money and food, it took no effort for him to get one.
Calm down, calm down, Murong Fu, this little money of 100 million has scared you? Ridiculous!
"Master! You are so good to me! Ouch!"
Late at night, Nan Murong, who was famous all over the world, the legendary handsome and elegant young master Murong, was holding an account book and crying loudly.
What is the saying? The two great joys in life are sleeping until you wake up naturally, and counting money until your hands cramp. The two most tragic things are counting money until you wake up naturally, and sleeping until your hands cramp. Murong Fu understands it now
I felt the joy of counting money until my hands cramped.
Precisely because he was concentrating on counting the money, Murong Fu did not notice that a dark figure quietly appeared outside the door.
With a "bang" sound, the door of the room was smashed open with a strong force. The cold wind outside the door combined with the wind from the palm blew out the candles in the room instantly.
Murong Fu was startled, and subconsciously kicked over the round table in front of him and threw it at the sudden black shadow. Then he waved his palm to block the punch towards his face.
Why does this scene look so familiar? Where have I seen it before? The next second, Murong Fu became furious: "Good guy, the robbery has hit me, right? Don't leave once you're here!"