The old man's hawk-like eyes swept across Murong Fu's face coldly. A trace of surprise was quickly concealed by him, but he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart: This young man's reaction seemed a little too indifferent, not life-like at all.
How someone should react to someone else's hand.
However, this kind of doubt only lasted for a moment and was thrown away by him: he was probably pretending to be calm, not to mention just a playboy with no martial arts, even a first-class master, was hit by the ten-flavored soft tendon treasured by the imperial palace.
Being scattered is also the end of losing all your skills.
The old man snorted coldly and said: "You'd better not be naughty, otherwise, you will see what I can do!"
The old man said: "Come on, what is your real name? Where do you live? Don't tell me your alias. If you tell another lie, I will cut your tongue first."
Murong Fu smiled and said: "I don't dare, I don't dare. I am Murong Fu, a person from Gusu."
The old man was stunned for a moment and then said: "Nan Murong?"
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Thanks to my friends in the world, I gave you this nickname. It's not worth mentioning."
The old man sneered and said: "It's true that he has a great reputation, but it's hard to live up to it. The reputation is quite similar, but in fact it's just mediocre."
After a pause, he continued to ask: "Mr. Murong, if you don't stay well in my gentle and wealthy hometown of Gusu in the Great Song Dynasty, why do you come all the way to this bitter and cold place to suffer?"
Murong Fu smiled helplessly: "My wife is pregnant. In order to nourish her vitality, I came here to find a thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng."
"He is a passionate person. Who is that barbarian who came with you?"
Murong Fu said: "This brother's name is Wanyan Aguda. He is the second brother of Wu Yashu, the leader of the Jurchen Wanyan tribe. This time he is accompanying me as a guide."
The old man looked at Murong Fu carefully for a few times, and saw that the other man's expression was indifferent, and he did not seem to be hypocritical at all. However, he had gone to great lengths to do this, and even used Shixiang Ruanjin Powder, but his behavior was completely different from that of him and others.
It's irrelevant, but it always makes him feel a little depressed.
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Since I have explained the situation to the seniors truthfully, I wonder if seniors can also answer the next few questions?"
The old man was slightly startled. He didn't expect that the other party could be so calm and composed in such a critical situation. If the previous calmness might have been fake, then it would be really surprising to ask questions now.
The old man said sarcastically: "Okay, what a good concentration. Although the name of martial arts is not worthy of the name, this character of mind is worthy of the name of a hero. Okay, as long as it does not involve key secrets, I will answer you."
Murong Fu said, "Thank you, senior. Do you know your senior's name?"
The old man said: "What? Are you going to use your Murong family's method of 'replying others with their own way' to deal with me? Are you going to use your Murong family's methods now that you are like this?"
"My surname is Zheng. As for my origin, Mr. Murong might as well take a guess."
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Could it be the old man Zheng Jiuying who is known as the 'Saibei Condor' by people in the world?"
The old man's eyes lit up and he praised: "Mr. Murong has a well-deserved reputation as a master of hundreds of schools of thought. Yes, this old man is none other than Zheng Jiuying."
Murong Fu smiled and said: "This is strange. As a member of the Liao Dynasty, why did Senior Zheng serve as the Secretary of the Imperial City of the Song Dynasty? Could it be that he was greedy for the wealth of the Southern Dynasty?"
Zheng Jiuying's expression suddenly changed: "How did you know that I am Sigandang from the Imperial City of the Song Dynasty?"
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Oh, when I was passing by Dadeng Gorge, I encountered a few small fish from the Imperial City Division that attacked me, and I dealt with it easily. I just thought of this section, so I tried it out. I don't want Zheng Lao, although he is old, to
But he is so restless."
"you!"
Murong Fu said: "The responsibility of the Imperial City Secretary of the Song Dynasty is to be responsible for the security of Bianjing, to collect information from all parties, and to do some dirty work that is inconvenient for officials. I don't know why Mr. Zheng came to Liao State here?"
Zheng Jiuying's eyes turned cold: "You ask too many questions!"
Murong Fu smiled: "I understand, I understand. Now I am the fish on Mr.'s chopping board. You should be aware of it."
Zheng Jiuying sneered: "It's good that you know."
Murong Fu said: "I just don't know what you plan to do with this piece of fish."
Zheng Jiuying said: "Mr. Murong is, after all, a young hero who is well-known in the martial arts circles of the Song Dynasty, and he comes from a famous family. If he wastes his life and just wanders in the rivers and lakes, wouldn't it be a dereliction of his talents? Why not serve me, the Imperial City Division of the Song Dynasty?"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "I accept Mr. Zheng's good intentions. However, although Murong Fu is incompetent, he is not interested in working under the hands of eunuchs. I'm sorry that I can't obey my orders because of my kindness."
Zheng Jiuying said: "It seems that Mr. Murong does not intend to drink this toast."
Murong Fu said: "How about this? Mr. Zheng first tells me what the Imperial City Secretary's intention is to come to the North with great fanfare? Maybe I can consider your proposal?"
Zheng Jiuying laughed loudly: "Is Master Murong still in a dream? Not to mention that the master is now tied up with three beef tendon ropes and is poisoned by Shixiang Ruanjin Powder. Even if the master has a good time, he may not be able to win if he says something boastful.
The Eagle Claw Kung Fu that the old man has practiced for forty years and the eighteen great masters that I have single-handedly brought out!"
Murong Fu said: "Oh, that makes sense. Mr. Zheng, why don't we make a bet."
Zheng Jiuying said curiously: "Oh? I'm so excited. So, the old man will play with you. What are you betting on?"
"Within three breaths, all eighteen of Mr. Zheng's colleagues will be dead. Only Mr. Zheng can stand here. When the time comes, let's have a good chat, shall we?"
Zheng Jiuying was stunned for a moment, then he clenched his teeth and squeezed out a string of laughter from between his teeth: "Okay, then let's learn Gusu Murong's unique skills."
"It's a deal."
Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu's body shook, and the beef tendon rope instantly shattered into flying debris. Then with a flick of his sleeves and robe, the fire in front of him was immediately extinguished.
Zheng Jiuying had no time to react from the shock that the other party was able to escape, and suddenly fell into darkness. He felt that his eyes were completely dark, and he secretly said in his heart: "No!" A pair of iron claws subconsciously grabbed forward, and naturally jumped into the air.
His heart suddenly fell into the ice hole, and he shouted: "Everyone, be careful!" |
However, what responded to him was a series of muffled sounds. Although the intervals were extremely short, Zheng Jiuying had excellent ears and could hear clearly, no more, no less, exactly eighteen sounds.
Zheng Jiuying felt as if there were countless ghosts stalking in the darkness, and his whole body felt cold. For a moment, he felt that the days in the first half of his life were not as long as these short breaths.
The last muffled sound came, and almost at the same time, a spark splashed on the fire that had just been extinguished, and the raging fire ignited again in an instant.
Murong Fu's figure was clearly standing on the same spot, but there were a group of people around him. They were all the men brought by Zheng Jiuying. They were all silent at this moment.