Duan Yanqing said: "This Li Yuancheng is actually not the biological brother of Li Yuanhao, the founding king of Xixia, but the clan brother. Decades ago, Li Yuanhao emerged as a heroic leader of Xixia, inherited his father's legacy, and fought in Daliao and Liao Dynasties.
The two powerful enemies of the Song Dynasty stood up for each other brazenly, and the south claimed respect. Do you know what it was based on?"
Although Murong Fu is not proficient in history, he still knows the general development trajectory of the Xixia Dynasty. But the problem is that the original historical knowledge is not fully applicable in this time and space. This Xixia emperor appeared out of nowhere
Uncle Li Yuansheng, I have never heard of him at all.
So Murong Fu said tentatively: "You mean, this Emperor's uncle of the Xixia Emperor received the title of Emperor's Uncle from Li Yuanhao based on his talents and achievements?"
Duan Yanqing's eyelids twitched slightly: "I guessed right, not bad."
"When my father was still on the throne, I read a lot of Dali's esoteric documents and learned a lot of martial arts secrets. This uncle of the Xixia Emperor most likely caused a bloody storm in the Central Plains martial arts.
Strength should not be underestimated! It is not comparable to that of brothers Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun. Even if your martial arts skills are passable now, you may not be able to do well against this killer. So I advise you not to do anything to assassinate the king.
What a stupid thing to do!"
Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat: It was bloody and bloody? Was it Li Yuanhao's era? Even when Wu Yazi and Li Qiu Shui were searching for martial arts classics all over the world, they couldn't reach this level, right? Is it possible that this man is actually a martial arts scholar?
A mysterious figure whose attainments surpass those of the Three Elders and pursue the sweeping monk?
"Thanks, Lao Duan!"
Murong Fu smiled.
Duan Yanqing saw Murong Fu's expression and knew that the other party didn't take his words seriously, so he said: "That's all, it's up to you. Anyway, I have nothing to do now, and staying here at Yanziwu is really boring. So I'll drop by.
Let’s take a trip to Xixia!”
Hearing that Duan Yanqing was willing to help, Murong Fu laughed and said: "Hey, old Duan, are you so reluctant to let me die?"
Duan Yanqing: "Get out!"
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So Murong Fu and others set off separately and headed west. There was nothing to bring with them. A good horse and a bag with a few gold leaves were enough to meet their needs on the road.
That day Murong Fu traveled all the way north and arrived at the border of Yanzhou.
From here, walk a hundred miles to the west and you will reach the territory of Xixia. However, Murong Fu was not in a hurry to run west, but went directly to the largest inn in the city to stay.
Murong Fu called the waiter and rewarded him with a piece of silver. He took out a delicate little flag from his sleeve and handed it to the waiter: "Second brother, please hang this flag in the most conspicuous place outside the store. Don't let the wind blow it."
It blew away. If anyone asks about the owner of this flag later, please bring him to see me."
The waiter took a look at the small flag and saw that it was made of silk and was extremely exquisite. The black word "Yan" on it was like a black swallow about to soar into the sky, lifelike. The waiter just weighed the flag a little.
With just a piece of silver, he knew that this tip could be worth half a month's salary at least. He suddenly smiled and bent down almost to the ground: "Don't worry, sir, you can hang out as long as you like."
, I’m sure nothing will go wrong!”
This small flag is unknown to others. Only the forces loyal to the Murong family understand that this flag represents the sect master's personal arrival.
In the evening, a swordsman dressed in smart clothes and carrying a long sword walked into the inn and asked the waiter if he had seen the man who hung the flag at the door.
The waiter in the shop quickly brought the man to the door of Murong Fu's room and said respectfully: "Master, a hero is looking for you. Is it convenient for you to let him in?"
"The door is not closed, come in!"
This is a three-story building. The first floor is the lobby, and the second and third floors are the rooms of the inn. In the direction where Murong Fu is located, he only has one room.
After the swordsman in fine attire closed the door, he bowed down and said, "Zhuo Bufan has seen the young master!"
This person is none other than Zhuo Bufan, who has disappeared for a long time. Ever since Tong Lao came to Yanziwu, Zhuo Bufan has been sent out on official business by Murong Fu. The intention is very simple. After all, he is his subordinate. If he can't bear it,
It wouldn't be good if he attacked Child Elder and was slapped to death by Child Elder.
"Mr. Zhuo, thank you for your hard work. Have you gained anything during this time?"
Zhuo Bufan showed joy on his face and said with a smile: "Young Master is very good at knowing things. Sure enough, during this period, a group of people from three religions and nine sects secretly gathered in Yanbian. Zhuo Bufan made many inquiries and now it is certain that these people are subordinates of Lingjiu Palace.
, the gathering near here is probably because of the resentment against Lingjiu Palace!"
Zhuo Bufan's heart was so excited that he almost jumped out of his chest. He had a blood feud with the boy's grandmother in Tianshan. In the past, the boy's grandmother killed sixty-four people from three generations of the Huijian sect, causing Zhuo Bufan to hide in Changbai Mountain.
He has been hiding in the depths for twenty years, and now he finally has the chance to take revenge.
"Very good, do you know where exactly these people gather?"
Zhuo Bufan said: "I want the young master to know. These people are from different religions and have no need to keep secrets when they gather together, so they let the subordinates find out the situation easily. This group of people is known as thirty-six holes and seventy-two islands, and they are spread all over the world."
There are small sects everywhere, not affiliated with each other, but forced to subdue by Lingjiu Palace and accept everything. Now for some unknown reason, this group of people dare to gather together to discuss counterattacking Lingjiu Palace. The meeting place is
It is set to be sixty miles outside Yanzhou City, and the time will be after midnight tonight. Master, how to deal with it, I will obey your orders!"
Murong Fu opened the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile: "How to deal with it? Of course, subdue these monsters and monsters and use them for your own use! Don't worry, after this matter is completed, I will definitely give you a chance to take revenge on Child Elder!"
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When Zhuo Bufan heard this, he was overjoyed and bowed down and said, "Thank you, Master! Zhuo Bufan will definitely bring trouble to the Murong family from now on!"
Zhuo Bufan's face was facing the ground, and the entire expression on his face was hidden by him. Even so, Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly in his heart: A man was born between heaven and earth, how can he live in depression for a long time? Miss me, Zhuo Bufan.
A famous knight of the generation was overpowered by you, Gusu Murong, and he made a false promise in order to obtain a blood-soaked revenge but failed to avenge it. When he avenges his great revenge through your hands, Murong, I will definitely demand from you the humiliation of breaking the sword that day!
Murong Fu looked at the traitor in front of him and did not reveal what he was thinking: Sword God, he is not very capable and has a bad temper. His only role may be to help him find the location of the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, saving him the chance to try his luck.