"Murong, if you have any requests, just ask them. You don't have to ask for these things. If we can't do it, the worst we can do is compensate Yingge to you!"
Aguda laughed and made a joke.
Murong Fu also laughed: "That's okay. But what I want is another thing."
"There is a crazy old man in my family. He has some big dreams all day long. If brother Aguda can destroy Liao in the future, let's create a state in Liaodong and let him be the king of Yan!"
Murong Fu was naturally talking about Murong Bo.
Murong Fu once thought about quietly getting rid of Murong Bo, at least so that he could not run around. He even considered building a water prison under the West Lake to arrange for Murong Bo.
But in the end Murong Fu gave up this idea.
Firstly, he is his biological father in name only, and secondly, this will definitely affect his mood in the future and lead to a stagnation of martial arts progress, which is really not cost-effective.
Today I just took advantage of this period to express this idea.
Aguda laughed loudly: "If that day comes, I can share half of the country of Liao with you, let alone the land of a state?"
…
The snow was falling heavily, and Murong Fu and his party were trudging forward in the snow.
Aguda, wearing a thick fur coat, walked at the front to lead the way, stopping from time to time to look at the map. Murong Fu was strolling leisurely, and heavy snow fell one after another, but none of it could get close to three feet around him. At this time, the snow was already knee-deep.
The rest of the people were moving in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. However, Murong Fu's feet only left very faint traces on the snow, and they were buried by the falling snow in a moment, although it was not really walking in the snow.
No trace, but not far away.
"What a brilliant kung fu!"
Aguda praised loudly.
"If you want to learn, I can teach you." Murong Fu said with a smile.
Aguda smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, let's not talk about whether you can learn it or not. It will take ten or eight years to learn to be afraid. If this skill can be learned by ordinary people for one and a half years,
If you can learn it in just a few seconds, that’s really awesome.”
Murong Fu shook his head gently: "If there is such a skill, I'm afraid there will never be peace in this world."
Aguda thought for a moment and smiled: "It's true that I was wildly imaginative, and that's right."
Murong Fu said: "Although the qi training method I gave you a few days ago will not make you a peerless master, it can extend your life and strengthen your body. In the future, you can follow this method and practice it for an hour every day.
It is hard to say whether you will live a long life, but it is not a problem to live past eighty without disaster or disease."
Aguda laughed: "If a man wants to make contributions in life, even forty is enough, let alone eighty? But who wouldn't be happy if he could gain a few more decades of life? Murong's gift is worth thousands of gold
Silver treasure."
After a pause, he continued: "Are you really not going to bring Yingge with you when you return to China this time?"
Murong Fu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The mountains are high and the roads are far. We will meet someday."
Are you kidding me? It's just a human thing to bring a girl back when your wife is pregnant at home?
Aguda saw that Murong Fu didn't want to bring up this topic, so he had to change the topic: "Speaking of which, Murong, how did you get this ginseng map? Such a strange route would be really weird if it weren't for the veteran ginseng collectors in the family who have been collecting ginseng for decades to lead the way.
People are confused and have nowhere to look.”
Murong Fu shook his head and chuckled: "If this were not the case, I am afraid that this spiritual ginseng has been discovered by others, how could it be left here to wait for us to discover it?"
Murong Fu and Aguda were chatting and unknowingly fell behind. By the time they reached the front, the team had stopped.
Aguda asked: "What's going on?"
An old ginseng guest said: "There is a big canyon in front of us, blocking everyone."
Aguda asked curiously: "Canyon? You can just go through it, why are you hesitant?"
As he spoke, he walked to the front of the team and saw the scene in front of him. He suddenly understood: It turned out that a narrow canyon was covered with all kinds of ancient vines. The thick ones were even as thick as an adult's arm. The dense vines were entangled.
Together, over the years, the entire canyon has been filled.
Aguda frowned slightly: "Can you go around it?"
There were dozens of people in Aguda's party, and there were several large trucks carrying equipment, food, grass and other supplies. It was absolutely impossible to get through under such circumstances.
The old ginseng said: "No, if we want to go around, we have to walk at least five hundred miles more. Even if we go all out, it will take eight days. And our food and grass are only enough for half a month. If we go around this much longer,
We won’t have enough food on the way back.”
Aguda thought for a moment and said, "According to the map, how far is it from the destination?"
The old tourist said: "If we cross this canyon directly, the distance is only a hundred miles and it can be reached in two days."
Aguda and Murong Fu looked at each other and understood. Aguda said: "Let's do this. You guys return to the tribe first. Murong and I will take some dry food and walk the rest of the way."
The old ginseng guest was horrified after hearing this: "No, the next journey is extremely difficult and dangerous. Not to mention the poisonous snakes and beasts along the way, just two people will be in danger if they meet other hunters and ginseng pickers."
For those who survive in the white mountains and black waters, the biggest threat is not the harsh environment, but other people.
Aguda laughed and said: "We are not powerless scholars from the Central Plains. Murong is a good man who can fight one against a hundred. The two of us join forces and are not afraid even if we fight against three to five hundred armored troops. Murong, you
Are you afraid?"
Murong Fu smiled slightly and did not comment.
So at Aguda's request, the rest of the group returned the same way, leaving Aguda and Murong Fu to continue moving forward.
Aguda brought his bow, arrows and machete, and carried dry food on his back. Murong Fu walked empty-handed.
Aguda said: "The vines are too dense. It seems that we can only open a path and walk away. I don't know if we can get out of the canyon before dark."
Murong Fu smiled and said: "No need to go to so much trouble, just fly over."
Aguda was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Okay, but I don't have wings, how about you give me a ride when you fly?"
Murong Fu smiled and said: "No problem!"
Before Aggu's laughter had stopped, he felt his body light up and someone lifted him up from the back of his heart. Before he could react, his figure had already jumped three feet above him and the ground was quickly moving away from him.
Murong Fu was carrying Aguda without any hesitation in his body. Every time he was about to fall, he would put his toes on the nearby vines, and his body would quickly jump out a few feet. The canyon, which is more than ten miles long, only lasts for one meal.
The effort passed.
"Hahaha, happy, happy!"
As soon as he landed, Aguda laughed loudly: "Although it's not really flying, it's almost the same. Thanks to you. I'm afraid no one in the Jurchen tribe has had such an experience like me in hundreds of years."
"careful!"
Murong waved his sleeveless robe and knocked down several hidden weapons coming towards him.