Murong Fu didn't feel embarrassed when his identity was revealed. At this moment, he also recognized that the young beggar who just spoke was one of the two people standing guard outside the ruined temple that day. It was just that it was dark at the time and he couldn't see clearly.
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The person who just had a drink and had a good time with everyone was actually Nan Murong, who was very benevolent to the Beggar Clan. This really surprised and delighted everyone. How could they care that the other party used a pseudonym just now?
This principle is like going out for a drink alone and chatting happily with the unknown drinking buddy at the next table. When you left, you exchanged business cards and found out that the other person was a scholar you have always admired. Are you surprised at this time? Or are you?
Why don't you complain in your mind that the other person deliberately didn't tell you his true identity?
"Hahahaha, Mr. Murong, you have concealed the pain of being a beggar! You will be punished with three bowls of wine!" Wu Changfeng smiled heartily. Although his words were reproachful, there was no hint of anger in his tone.
Murong Fu smiled and said: "You are right, you deserve to be punished, you deserve to be punished!"
Then he ordered the waiter to fetch three large bowls, place them in a row on the table, and pour three large bowls of white wine into them.
This bowl weighed more than a kilogram at least, and the three bowls added up to four or five kilograms. Without blinking an eye, Murong Fu picked up a bowl, tilted his neck and drank it all in one gulp. By doing this, he drank three bowls.
, but his expression didn’t change when he met, he didn’t breathe loudly, and he didn’t mean to be drunk at all.
All the beggars were happy. Wu Changfeng said happily: "Mr. Murong, I, Wu Changfeng, have made friends all my life, and I like people who are forthright and good at drinking the most. Today, I, Wu Changfeng, have made you my friend!"
So he asked: "May I ask what symptoms your deputy gang leader, Ma, is suffering from?"
This is strange. It doesn't sound like the woman Kang Min is responsible. So what could be going on?
"Oh," Wu Changfeng said regretfully, "Brother Murong, it was fun to drink with you today. But Wu Changfeng really has something important to do today, so I have to excuse myself. Another day, the brothers will definitely get drunk with you!"
"Strange, could it be that someone is getting married?" a beggar asked doubtfully.
Murong Fu said: "Since we are going to Doctor Xue's Manor and we happen to be on the way, let's go together!"
As soon as this was mentioned, the atmosphere that was warm just now suddenly cooled down. All the beggars sighed and looked sad.
Something happened to Ma Dayuan?
Murong Fu laughed and said: "Okay, I, Murong Fu, will make friends with all the beggar gangs today. Unfortunately, we are not in Gusu, and there is no good wine. When you come to Suzhou in the future, I will treat you to a drink of twenty-year-old barbecue."
Knife, let’s all get drunk together!”
How much does Murong Fu hate this woman? Let's put it this way, because of Kang Min, Murong Fu has always had a low opinion of Duan Zhengchun. Having many lovers is considered a romantic at best, which is nothing in this era. The key is
All the stinky fish and rotten shrimps are thrown into the bowl, which is really tasteless.
So everyone got up and left together. When they were about to go out, they heard the sound of gongs and drums not far away.
The beggars clapped their hands and applauded. Wu Changfeng sighed: "It's a pity that our Gang Leader Qiao is not here today. If he were here, he would definitely drink dozens of bowls with Brother Murong and never come back until he is drunk!"
Murong Fu's heart thumped.
Wu Changfeng sighed: "This incident is also a misfortune for our Beggar Clan. In the past few days, my deputy gang leader, Ma, suddenly suffered from a serious illness. I asked many famous doctors in Luoyang for consultation, but none of them could do anything. As a last resort,
The gang leader ordered me to come and ask Doctor Xue to take action. I drove non-stop for three days. It didn’t matter that I was sleepy and tired. It was really uncomfortable not drinking for the past three days. I had no choice but to pass by this pub just now.
I had to stop and ask for a bowl of wine, so I met Mr. Murong."
Then, he briefly explained how he brought me to seek medical treatment. After hearing this, everyone admired him even more and were happy to go with him.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Changfeng slapped his thigh: "Oh, gang leader! How could I have forgotten this matter!" There was regret in his words, as if he had forgotten something important.
The beggars looked at each other and couldn't tell. Wu Changfeng sighed: "This is the strange thing. At first, it was said that Brother Dayuan only felt cold occasionally. For ordinary people, this is nothing, but
Among us martial arts practitioners, especially those with profound internal strength, none of us are physically far better than ordinary people. Even if we are naked and freezing outside for a day and night in the twelfth lunar month of winter, we may not catch a cold, let alone this time of year?
But everyone didn’t take it to heart at first. After all, although our leader of the Beggar Clan is Brother Qiao Feng, he usually has a free and easy temperament and only decides important matters personally. On weekdays, all the trivial matters in the gang are left to Deputy Gang Leader Ma.
I thought it was due to overwork and overwork. The brothers just asked Brother Dayuan to take care of himself. But they never thought that after half a month, he became heavier day by day. In the end, he was bedridden. Please read
Even the famous doctors in Luoyang couldn't figure out the reason, so they had to travel day and night to come here to ask for Dr. Xue."
Murong Fu couldn't help but asked curiously: "Elder Wu, what is this extraordinary thing? I wonder if I can help you?"
At the front of the line, a band formed two horizontal rows, taking up most of the street. There were all kinds of noisy musical instruments such as suonas, flutes, and waist drums, and they were as loud as the noise required. There were two rows of people behind them, all carrying musical instruments in their hands.
A basket, reaching into it from time to time, taking out the petals inside and scattering them out.
With that said, he called everyone to get up.
Everyone looked together and saw a group of nearly a hundred people in the distance, each wearing some strange clothes. At first glance, they did not look like people from the Central Plains.
His first reaction was that Kang Min was a demon created by a poisonous woman. If there was no such person, the disputes in the Tianlong Wulin would have been reduced by at least half.
Behind the band were two more rows of people holding various flags, with the seven characters "Xingxiu Laoxian Ding Chunqiu" written in conspicuous fonts.
Four people were carrying a small sedan, and on it was an old man wearing a big cloak. Although the old man's beard and hair were all white, he was at least seventy or eighty years old, but his face had smooth skin, like a boy in his mid-20s, really.
He has white hair and a childish face. He is like a fairy coming out of the painting.
Next to the old man were two strong men. One had a ferocious face, and the elder had a big nose like a lion. The other was fat and looked like a stone mound, and he also held two iron rods in his hands.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, guarded the old man.
As they approached the inn, nearly a hundred people shouted in unison as if they had rehearsed beforehand: "Old Immortal Xingxiu, Dharma drives the Central Plains. Martial ginseng creates creation, and Depei heaven and earth. Old Immortal Xingxiu, has unparalleled magical power, unifies the world for thousands of years."