Murong Fu folded his hands on his chest and looked at the group of people in front of him who didn't know whether to live or die.
Although these guards looked tall and burly, in fact, there was no trace of any martial arts training on their bodies. It was okay to scare ordinary people, but to deal with martial arts masters, they were just looking for death.
These guards were not fools. After seeing the man in front of them casually throwing the horse away, how could they dare to go against the man in front of them? Even under the loud reprimand of their master, they only dared to gather around them.
Make a show of not even daring to say a harsh word.
Seeing that his men were so incompetent, the nobleman in white was so angry that he cursed regardless of his noble demeanor.
Murong Fu didn't bother to pay attention to the filthy words of this loser. He glanced at the guard blocking him and uttered two words in Xixia dialect: "Get out of here!"
A group of guards exchanged glances with each other and consciously made way for Murong Fu. The one who hesitated for a little longer was thrown three feet away by Murong Fu, and his huge figure smashed a shallow hole on the ground.
Shallow earth pit.
Murong Fu walked up to the Xixia nobleman who was breathing sweet fragrance, and glared at the two attendants who were supporting the nobleman.
These two people still had some courage, and they were able to bravely support their master in the face of Murong Fu's glare. However, the price for their courage was having both of their legs broken by Murong Fu.
"You are not the Emperor of Great Xia, but you are using His Majesty's special colors. Do you want to rebel?"
The Xixia noble never expected that he, who was used to being so domineering and domineering, would be so unlucky today, encountering such a ferocious killer with extremely high martial arts skills.
However, he maintained his usual arrogance. Even if his life was in someone's hands at this time, he still refused to stand up. He sternly reprimanded: "How brave! Who dares to be rude to this prince? Do you know who the father of this king is?"
Murong Fu said coldly: "It turns out you are from the Daxia royal family. No matter who you are, you must pay the price today!"
Murong Fu raised his hand and made a move, and a force of suction pulled the waist knife of one of the noble's attendants. Murong Fu held the knife in his hand and slashed it several times. The cold light of the knife rubbed the man's skin and struck him.
The luxurious white robe was cut into pieces. The flying fragments were like butterflies flying in the sky, sparsely falling to the ground.
The aristocratic young man was so frightened by Murong Fu's operation that his face turned pale: when the light of the sword passed by, he clearly felt a layer of goosebumps on his body.
Just when the man thought that the other party would not really hurt him, a sharp pain came from the palm of his hand. When he saw clearly what happened, a blood splash flashed in front of his eyes, and the thumb of his right hand
It also flew out.
"I will spare your life for now! If there is a next time, you will be punished. Remember, the person who cut off your finger today is Li Yanzong of Daxia Yipintang!"
Murong Fu uttered these words coldly.
Hearing the words "Yipitang", everyone's face showed a look of shock: When it comes to the most mysterious and prestigious organization in Xixia, no one can compare with "Yipitang". In the past few decades,
, Yipintang has always been run as an independent organization. It is said that even the Emperor of Daxia does not have the power to directly call on the power of Yipintang. Its status is far above the Forbidden Army. Different from the Song Dynasty's idea of using civil society to control military force, in Daxia,
Even if he is a high-ranking civil and military bureaucrat, he must treat him with courtesy when meeting the lowest-ranking junior officer in Yipintang.
Anyone with a little bit of common sense should realize that such an organization with extremely powerful and uncontrolled power will not last long, but it has been running smoothly for decades, and its power is getting bigger and bigger.
When the white-clothed nobleman and others heard the other party announcing his home status, their hearts suddenly became cold.
It's a failure today.
Then Murong Fu stopped paying attention to this group of people, and a few of them jumped up and rushed towards the west of the city.
It wasn't until Murong Fu's figure completely disappeared that the noble young man dared to cry out in pain and loudly scolded his men for their ineffectiveness. A group of men, their faces full of shame, hurriedly caught up with them amid the master's scolding.
The owner treats the injury.
At dusk, a house in the west of the city.
It is quite rare to have such a Jiangnan style courtyard in the land of Saibei. Although the courtyard is not big, it has a lot of the same things.
As soon as Murong Fu stepped into the courtyard, he noticed that there were other people in the courtyard, and the people's martial arts were quite strong.
Murong Fu's figure only tensed up for a moment, and then he relaxed and smiled helplessly: "Senior Brother Su, stop hiding, come out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound, and a shriveled little old man appeared in front of Murong Fu with a child about seven or eight years old.
Even though he was disguised, it was difficult to change his withered figure. As soon as Su Xinghe showed up, he smiled: "Junior brother, what a keen sense! I hid it so carefully, but you still discovered it."
Murong Fu rolled his eyes: "Senior Brother Su, although it is said that you have to perform a complete performance, but you bring a random brat here from nowhere, isn't it a bit too much?"
These two people were none other than the grandfather and grandson that Murong Fu had just rescued from the horse's hooves.
At first, Murong Fu didn't react. He didn't realize that a little old man who was setting up a stall on the street to tell fortunes was actually a master or a fellow student of his. Until Murong Fu put his hand on the old man, he immediately noticed that he was a master.
The inner strength and oneself are of the same origin.
In this way, it was not difficult to guess who the other party was, so Murong Fu simply circled around and gave Su Xinghe time to arrive earlier.
As soon as Murong Fu finished speaking, the "wild boy" Su Xinghe was holding could not help but speak: "Xiaoying is not some wild boy! Xiaoying is a girl!"
The soft and waxy voice was clearly that of a girl, but when compared with the dirty appearance, it seemed a bit out of place.
Murong Fu looked at Su Xinghe and said with a smile: "Hey, Senior Brother Su, she is a girl. Couldn't it be that Senior Brother Su had a relationship with some heroine in the world a few years ago?"
"Ahem, cough, cough." Su Xinghe choked and almost spit out blood: "Junior brother, don't tease me about your brother!"
Then Su Xinghe slowly told the life story of this little girl.
It turned out that Su Xinghe arrived at the border between Song and Xia in disguise that day, and it was getting late, so he went to stay in a farmhouse. There was only an old man and a little granddaughter in that family, and both the owner and the owner were killed in the last battle between Song and Xia.
Su Xinghe slept in that farmhouse until midnight when a group of Song officers and soldiers broke in and said that the old man's family owed taxes to the court. Over the years, how much grain and how much money would it cost to compound interest?
Years of war have made the people at the border already in dire straits. How can they have even half a penny of food to cope with the tax collectors’ exploitation?
The group of tax collectors failed to get money and food, and they were so crazy that they wanted to use the old man's seven or eight-year-old granddaughter to pay off the debt. The old man couldn't argue with the group of tax collectors, and was pushed to the corner by the vicious soldiers and fell to half death.
This scene was seen by Su Xinghe who was hiding aside: when the tax collector broke in, the old man asked Su Xinghe to hide aside.
Su Xinghe killed the tax collectors, dragged the corpses to the back hill and burned them all. But because of his old age, the old man was unable to save himself despite Su Xinghe's superb medical skills.
Out of guilt for this stranger, Su Xinghe left the old man's little granddaughter with him.
What surprised Su Xinghe even more was that after Su Xinghe casually taught the little girl a few basic Qi-nurturing Kungfu of Xiaoyao Sect, Su Xinghe discovered that this little girl's martial arts talent was surprisingly high.
Su Xinghe had no children in his life, and he had several disciples who were kicked out of the house after only a few years of teaching him. In his later years, he was naturally happy to have such a little girl by his side, so he simply kept her with him.
After Su Xinghe explained the origin of this little girl, he laughed and scolded: "There are no rules, why don't you come to see the head master!"