At this moment, Murong Fu felt unprecedented danger.
Even when he faced Duan Yanqing and the others alone in the ruined temple, Murong Fu did not feel even a hint of powerlessness. At least that night, if he really fought to the end, Murong Fu was confident that he could still recover from his injuries for several months.
A miserable victory.
But at this moment, Murong Fu asked himself, there was no chance of winning, no chance of winning at all!
Not to mention Jiumozhi himself, any red-robed lama standing behind him would not bring as much oppression to Murong Fu as Duan Yanqing.
If Duan Yanqing is used as the unit of measurement, Murong Fu believes that Duan Yanqing can win without having to use the two hidden trump cards of Liumai and Beiming.
Two Duan Yanqings, then they have to go all out and use all their trump cards to have a chance of winning.
If there were three, then Murong Fu could only bully Lao Duan because of his inconvenient legs and feet.
On the opposite side, the three "Duan Yanqing" stood there calmly and calmly, motionless as a mountain. They obviously did not look like they had any inconvenience on their legs and feet.
What's more, there is Jiumozhi, who looks solemn on the surface, but actually restrains his two subordinates with one move.
Thinking of this, Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.
But no matter what happens in the future, it will be impossible if the matter here is not settled today.
After saying that, he gave Jiumozhi another cup of tea, and held it in front of Jiumozhi with his own hands. However, he only leaned his upper body slightly, and his whole body did not move. He held the teacup in one hand and handed it to Jiumozhi.
He decided that if he wanted to overcome this difficulty this time, he must build an armed force of his own. As for the method, there were many, and it would definitely not be the stupid routine of Murong Bo's previous direct military training.
Unexpectedly, Master, you are a real person, you come as soon as you come, and you even brought several people with you.
Pretending to be crazy and acting stupid, talking about it right and left, waiting for change!
Murong Fu was not embarrassed when his little thoughts were revealed. After all, he was the victim today. Morally, he was acting from the commanding heights.
Although the waterside pavilion was ventilated on all sides, Murong Fu still felt hot and dry. He knew that this was the feeling caused by the uneasiness in his heart. He had said something to Tianlong Temple before: Master, come here often when you have time.
After all, if a guy dares to do something like burning a living person to death with his own hands, you can't expect his conscience to show up and not hurt innocent people. You must know that this guy used a flaming knife to wipe out the black sect in Tibet and killed countless people.
The so-called "heretics", in the original work, did a lot of sneak attacks and plots, and they were just like the old Xingxiu weirdo Ding Chunqiu in cassock!
As long as we can hold out until the officers and soldiers come, the crisis will naturally be resolved. Although the group of soft-legged shrimps of the Song Dynasty soldiers can basically only consume the infuriating energy of the national master's flame knife, but no matter how incompetent those group of soldiers are, they still represent the great power of the Song Dynasty.
At the official level of the Song Dynasty, it would not be a trivial matter if Jiumozhi blatantly exchanged fire with the other party.
"The master is joking. The master and my father were my father's best friends during his lifetime. Murong Fu will be the one to perform the ceremony as a junior, and the senior is here. How could Murong Fu find it rude?"
Murong Fu smiled slightly and took a sip of tea in front of Jiumozhi.
I have no choice, I can't beat you, I don't dare to move, I don't dare to move.
This is not a comedy character in the 1997 version of Tian Long who never kills a single person from beginning to end and gives experience to the protagonist group everywhere.
Why do you feel so inexplicably like a transport captain in the previous life? The enemy has reached his hometown and he doesn’t even dare to formally declare war. He is still making moral condemnation and condemnation. Isn’t it the same for me? All his subordinates are lying on the ground.
I can only be patient and drink tea with my enemy.
The four generals are actually not weak, and together they can compete with the three villains except Duan Yanqing, but they are not enough to face the top masters. Except for Gong Yeqian, who can perform a few moves under the top masters, the rest Several of them were killed in one move.
We are alone and unable to support ourselves!
If it were just Murong Fu himself, he wouldn't mind competing with Jiumozhi in Qinggong and Kung Fu, but now he has a large family and a hostage - Duan Yu.
Murong Fu had already expected that as soon as this force touched the edge of the tea cup, Dou Zhuan Xing Shi was activated to remove the force. At the same time, the internal force of the flame knife was also absorbed by the Beiming Divine Art.
What is the difference between planning a rebellion in a place like Jiangsu and Zhejiang and looking for poor people in Dubai in future generations?
Not to mention that this is a place where the Song Dynasty has a strong influence. From the bottom to the gentry, few people will follow you. If you train troops under the eyes of the imperial court, how can you become such a special person?
Every time Murong Fu thought about this incident, he wanted to scold Murong Fu and his son for being stupid.
What he just said about drinking three or four cups is actually a satire on Jiumozhi, who is vulgar and ignorant of etiquette. There has always been a saying about drinking tea: one cup is for tea, two cups is for quenching summer heat and quenching thirst, three cups and four cups are for drinking tea. To drink cows and donkeys, what is important is knowing and stopping, which coincides with the Confucian principles of self-cultivation and destiny.
After reciting the sutra for a long time, Jiumozhi was indeed a little thirsty, so he picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip, put down the tea cup and said: "Master Murong, the poor monk's coming this time has indeed disturbed the young master, the poor monk. I have to apologize to the young master."
So, in one word, drag!
All he can do now is to delay as much time as possible, waiting for the people he sent to notify Mrs. Wang to bring reinforcements quickly. Mrs. Wang's own strength is nothing, but Murong Fu has a cousin who is currently in Suzhou The official relationship between the Wang family and the Murong family in Suzhou City is the prefect. This relationship has been managed by Mrs. Wang before.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then relieved.
Jiumozhi subconsciously wanted to take it over. Seeing Murong Fu's posture, he narrowed his eyes slightly and retracted the hand he was about to extend. Then he secretly used his strength to wrap his palm with the inner power of the flame knife, and slowly He stretched out his hand to pinch the edge of the tea cup, then quietly exerted a gentle force, and at the same time gently tapped Murong Fu's wrist with his thumb, trying to remove the strength that Murong Fu had on the tea cup and let Murong Fu eat it at the same time. Small loss.
As for grassroots combat capabilities?
Before Murong Bo faked his death, the Murong family had been secretly gathering orphans and refugees from all over the country, trying to build a powerful army of dead soldiers who were only loyal to the Murong family. However, since Murong Bo faked his death, this army has lost The leader on the surface is a time bomb in his hand. When it explodes, it will be a catastrophe that destroys the family and exterminates the family. The key is that Murong Fu was too young at the time and had no ability to control it, so he had to use this strong force to control it. The team that had grown to a certain size was disbanded.
Murong Fu only thought that he couldn't defeat his opponent, and he could win a small spiritual victory by sarcastically mocking his opponent. However, he forgot that the opponent was also a top scholar and was proficient in Chinese and Tibetan culture. With his small thoughts, he could easily be defeated by others. Saw it through.
"The best Longjing tea is only three kilograms in the whole of Suzhou this year. The master has come all the way, so he must not be adapted to the climate in the south of the Yangtze River. It is also good to drink three or four cups more."
In fact, Murong Fu felt that if he didn't get into trouble today, he would really be saved by physics.
Murong Fu regretted it now.
Murong Fu wanted to cry but had no tears.
After all, Ren Duanzi saved him last time, and he was still his de facto ally and the heir of the Duan family in Dali. It would be fine if he didn't see it. Now that he was kidnapped in front of him, how could he still see death?
Save?
The atmosphere in the house was strange and calm. Seeing the current state of the two parties, people who didn't know what was going on thought that Murong Fu, the noble prince, had invited Jiumozhi and other monks to come to the house to give sermons and that the two parties were discussing Buddhism.
Murong Fuke did not think at all that the eminent monk with the solemn treasure in front of him was a kind-hearted and soft-hearted person.
Jiumozhi originally expected to take down Jiumozhi with one blow, but was easily neutralized by Murong Fu. A storm surged in his heart, and he just said goodbye. Murong Fu made rapid progress, and in a few months he turned from a useless person who was easily manipulated by him.
A top player who can compete with himself.
Immediately, the initial trace of contempt in my heart turned into fear, and my desire to directly capture the other party also faded a bit.
Knowing that his purpose of intimidating his opponent had been achieved, Murong Fu did not push any further. He immediately held the teacup in both hands and placed it in front of Jiumozhi: "Master, are you blaming this junior for being rude? Yes, the junior's act of serving tea with one hand just now is indeed true.
It's extremely rude, and I have to apologize to the master for this."
Jiumozhi remained silent and stared at Murong Fu. There were heavy clouds outside the waterside pavilion, and a heavy rain was inevitable.