Chapter 441: Imperial City Division of the Song Dynasty
When Murong Fu spoke out, he protected A Gu behind him. A bunch of hidden weapons were knocked down, and all kinds of sleeve arrows and iron darts fell to the ground.
Just as Murong Fu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, there was a flash of silver light in the distance, and then a burst of silver rain fell in front of him. Murong Fu didn't have time to think, and used his instinct to push his breath for strength. The oncoming silver light was swept away by this wave of silver rain.
With a surge of zhenqi, he turned around and scattered in the original direction.
There was a soft clicking sound from the treetops not far away, followed by the sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground. Several white figures fell from the treetops one after another, creating several snow pits in the snow. There were several more.
The figure quickly came down from the tree, moved around a few times, and then disappeared into the vast snowfield.
Aguda walked on the verge of life and death, but he didn't take it seriously at all, and said with a smile: "Murong, what a skill!"
Murong Fu smiled helplessly: "If I were less skilled, you would be beaten into a hedgehog now."
"In your opinion, where do these people come from?"
Aguda asked.
Murong Fu said: "I don't know, but I guess he is your enemy."
Aguda asked curiously: "You don't know how to say he is my enemy? Maybe he is your enemy?"
"Impossible, my enemy cannot be dismissed so easily." Murong Fu smiled confidently.
Aguda shook his head helplessly: "Okay, that makes sense. Let's see what happened to those corpses."
After saying that, he was about to step forward to check the situation. Murong Fu stopped him and said, "There may be poison on the corpse. You stay back and I'll do it."
Murong Fu took a few steps forward, his whole body's energy was circulating, and he was always on guard. Fortunately, the unexpected change did not happen. Murong Fu pulled out a small iron plate from the chest of a corpse. A line of text on the iron plate made Murong Fu
His eyes narrowed.
Aguda came over and asked, "What is written on this iron sign?"
"Da Song Imperial City Secretary Xiaoqi, Zhang Yishi."
"What Imperial City Secretary?"
Murong Fu shook his head and said with a smile: "It's nothing. It's just a small sect in the Central Plains area. I don't know why I came all the way here."
Aguda laughed and said: "So, we just had bad luck and ran into each other?"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Who says it's not the case?"
Murong Fu and Aguda continued to move forward until it got dark. They saw the snow getting heavier and heavier, and it was impossible to rest in the open air. They could only try to find a cave to rest, but they could not find it in the end.
Walking until midnight, Murong Fu's sharp eyes finally spotted some fire coming from a mountain col ahead.
Murong Fu said: "It seems that there should be someone there, maybe a group of mountaineers. Let's go up and ask if we can stay overnight. In this snowy day, lying in the snow for one night is enough."
The two of them walked less than three miles and finally arrived at a camp.
"Who!"
Still more than thirty steps away from the bonfire, Murong Fu and the others were stopped.
Murong Fu went up to greet him and said with a smile: "Old man! My two brothers are ginseng collectors who went to the mountains to collect ginseng. Because they were greedy for traveling, they didn't find any resting place along the way. We just saw the bonfire here, so we joined hands.
Come here. I wonder if my father-in-law can make it convenient for me and my two brothers to stay here for the night?"
The person who came was an old man who looked to be about sixty years old. He wore a felt hat and was wrapped in mink fur. His sharp eyes like a falcon looked at Murong Fu and the two of them for a moment, then softened and he smiled:
"Who in this world can hold a house on their head? Since the two young brothers have nowhere to rest, it doesn't matter if they rest here for one night."
Murong Fu was overjoyed and said with a smile: "If so, thank you very much, father-in-law."
So Murong Fu and his two men were invited to the side of the bonfire. The people who were traveling with the old man glanced at them and ignored them.
The old man took out two pottery bowls, filled two bowls of soup from the iron pot set on the campfire and handed them to Murong Fu and Murong Fu. Murong Fu and A Gu thanked each other, and then drank the soup under the old man's kind smile.
The old man asked: "Looking at the appearance of this young master, he does not look like someone from outside the country. I wonder where your hometown is? How should you call him?"
Murong Fu said with a smile: "My father-in-law has good eyesight. I am indeed not from outside the customs. This person traveling with me is brother Yan Wen. My surname is Su, and the cursive character is "mu". This time I came to the outside of the customs to order a batch of high-quality mountain products.
Because the customer is in a hurry and the dealer lives in a remote place, we are in such a dilemma. I really want to thank my father-in-law for today."
The old man said: "That's it."
After that, a few people chatted casually for a few more words. As it got darker, the old man arranged a tent for Murong Fu and the others, while the others went back to their tents to rest.
Aguda waited for the people to go away, walked to the tent and looked around to make sure there was no one there, then returned to the tent and said to Murong Fu: "Murong, I think something is wrong with this group of people."
Murong Fu smiled and said: "What's wrong with this method?"
Aguda said: "I believe you have also noticed that when the two of us approached, except for the leading old man who seemed relatively calm, the rest of them looked at us with a wary look. Moreover, the sleeves of several of them were
The robes are very wide and suitable for hiding weapons. Only you Central Plains warriors can use such weapons that can be hidden in the sleeves. This kind of clothes is not suitable for the cold climate outside the customs. But I don’t think these people are afraid of the cold at all. I remember
You were like this when I first met you. This shows that the internal strength of these people is not low. Considering the attack we encountered when we left Dateng Gorge at noon today, I suspect that these two groups of people are the same person."
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Smart and very observant. But there is one thing you didn't mention. The two bowls of soup we drank were both drugged with sweat medicine. Counting the time, it should be about to attack. We have to lie down.
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As soon as he finished speaking, Aguda felt that the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and his eyelids seemed to be pressed by a huge mountain. He muttered: "It's weird, it's weird, I only took a sip, how can this effect be so strong?" He hadn't finished speaking yet.
After saying that, the tall figure staggered and fell backward.
Murong Fu glanced at Aguda and said with a smile: "Because not only was the soup poisoned with sweat, but the fire was also poisoned."
After saying that, he fell back and fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, the two of them had been tightly tied up with cowhide rope and piled back to back.
In front of them was a group of old men. At this time, the leading old man had lost his previous kindness, and his falcon-like eyes were shining brightly.
He asked coldly: "I don't care who you are. Now that you have been poisoned, you can't raise any energy in your body. You are also tied up with three layers of cowhide rope. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can't make a splash."
.You'd better be honest. If I ask a question, you should answer it truthfully."
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Okay, I'll tell the truth."