After waiting for more than an hour, until the flowers had withered, a carriage could be seen in the distance finally entering from the other end of the alley.
Although the carriage was not luxurious, and the driver was only a driver whose face could not be seen clearly, but all the people waiting stood together like primary school students, so they knew who was in the carriage.
The prime minister returns home!
"Is that Huang Shang?"
Wei Jiu, Lin Lan and Nan Ding couldn't help but show excitement on their faces. When they saw the cute crescent moon swish, they ducked and rushed to the front row, really ready to take action.
The three of them shrugged and immediately stepped back.
There's no hope! Just wait for death! Farewell!
However, what was faster than them were nine men in black rushing out from all directions.
"Master!"
Wei Jiu and Lin Lan felt the strong sense of oppression, and their expressions suddenly changed drastically. Nan Ding held down the gourd at her waist and flew back.
They know very well that the average level of Tianlong World can be said to be the first in the Golden Book, and the threatening ones are not just the characters in the original plot.
The plot that reincarnation people are familiar with is actually just a big event.
It may have a far-reaching impact, but the people involved are only a drop in the bucket in the world. There must be more masters doing their own things that they cannot understand.
The current situation obviously falls into this type of unknown factor.
If you get involved rashly, you will definitely die without knowing how.
"Thieves of the Ming Cult? How dare you come here to die?"
Sure enough, the driver who was driving the carriage suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes as bright as stars. With a shake of his hand, the light of his sword suddenly rose.
In the eyes of Lin Lan and Nan Ding, who were also on Gu Wu's side, the coachman moved in an instant, changed nine directions one after another, and also handed out nine swords.
The sword sees blood.
But when the nine assassins clutched their throats and screamed as they flew backwards, they vaguely saw that the coachman was in his original position, as if he had not moved from beginning to end.
Gudu!
The two looked at each other and swallowed.
I'm afraid this coachman is not a one-star peak, right?
Extreme master?
Judging from his appearance, this man is very young. Who is he?
The next moment, the answer is revealed.
An angry voice sounded: "Murong Fu, you are willing to be a lackey of the imperial court and help the emperor do evil. We will not let you go!"
Murong Fu?
Not to mention Wei Jiu and Lin Lan, even the honest and honest Nan Ding was stunned.
Shouldn't this person appear in Murong, Gusu, or pretend to be someone from Xixia Yipintang?
Why did he show up at Kaifeng Mansion in the Song Dynasty and drive Huang Shang's car?
The first batch of reincarnations, how many changes have you made?!!!
It is impossible for them to know the love, hatred, love, romance, and romance of the previous batch of reincarnations, but the second batch of killers has reappeared.
This time there were more people, and they were all holding strange weapons. At the same time, poisonous powder hidden weapons were covering their heads and faces, and they were sprinkled towards the carriage.
Murong Fu frowned.
In fact, as early as half a month ago, he discovered the prying eyes of these Mingjiao remnants and decided to take advantage of them first.
But the young master told him to be calm and allowed these thieves to peek into the prime minister's house. Sure enough, they launched an attack directly when the guards were at the minimum today.
Although we can catch big fish if we play the long game, the Mingjiao has declined since its leader died 20 years ago and there was internal chaos. It is really not worth taking risks with the dignity of the prime minister!
With this thought flashing through his mind, Murong Fu put his sword back into its sheath without hesitation, puffed up his sleeves, and faced it to the left and right.
Whether it was scattered poison powder or scattered hidden weapons, they were all pulled by the mysterious force, bypassing the carriage, and fought back.
The stars are changing!
The screams started again, and these assassins fell victim to it, howling miserably, but closely followed by a third batch!
Including the four people who were in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion before, this time the thief's body was ignited with flames and he rushed towards him regardless of his own safety.
"The blazing holy fire will burn my remains!"
"The blazing holy fire will burn my remains!"
Listening to the pious voice that looked back upon death, Murong Fu's expression finally changed.
gunpowder!
In these years, the Song Dynasty not only vigorously developed weapons and combat equipment such as the divine arm bow, eight-oxen crossbow, and poisonous smoke balls, but also developed the function of gunpowder.
After all, the individual physical fitness of the soldiers of the Song Dynasty cannot be compared with that of the Xixia Dangxiang and the Liao Khitans, but the improvement of equipment can effectively close the gap and even overtake them.
However, the Xixia and Liao kingdoms were not stupid. They had been sending spies to steal secrets. There were even more greedy worms in the court who sold the formula to the enemy. Now even the Mingjiao had crude use of gunpowder to make human bombs.
No matter how exquisite Dragon City's swordsmanship is, no matter how miraculous the movement of stars is, Murong Fu is still made of flesh and blood, and he really can't stop the power of gunpowder.
But seeing that the thief was about to rush into the carriage, he gritted his teeth and was about to pounce on him.
If you regard death as home, will my loyalty to the young master be inferior?
Unexpectedly, during this moment of hesitation, a figure suddenly rushed out and aimed at the Ming Cult thugs with a punch.
This figure's speed was not very fast, and his movement skills were even worse in Murong Fu's eyes.
But his face was extremely resolute, and facing the terrifying figure shrouded in blazing flames, he rushed forward without hesitation.
That kind of determination made Murong Fu feel shocked.
"This guy really fights!"
Sooner or later, under the unbearable gazes of Wei Jiu, Lin Lan and Nan Ding, Meng Xinyueguan punched into the fire, burning his skin and flesh to pieces, and flames spread all over his body.
At this critical moment, a burst of energy suddenly rushed out from the carriage.
Filling the heaven and earth, the most powerful and powerful!
Without any resistance or any counterattack, all Mingjiao thieves fell down.
The blazing flames were also extinguished, and it was as if nothing had ever happened.
"Master Tired of taking action, please forgive me!"
Murong Fu half knelt down, feeling guilty for his hesitation.
"The power of Mingjiao is approaching, this is the final madness."
A warm voice came from inside the carriage, and a look looked at Huang Shang who was escorting the driver: "Why did you risk your life to save me?"
Huang Shang puffed up his chest and said in a tone full of excitement and exaggeration: "It's all for the Great Song Dynasty!"
This kind of acting skills was extremely poor in the eyes of Wei Jiu and other people.
At best, it's better than Yang Tianbao's glaring performance, but it doesn't have the essence of her husband's greasy performance.
Can you deceive Huang Shang?
Pull it down!
But it was this kind of acting that caused a moment of silence in the carriage, which seemed to touch a soft place in the soul. There was reminiscence in his tone: "You remind me of a good friend who traveled far away and never returned. He was also the same back then.
He was injured and fell in the backyard. In order to pass on my Taoist scriptures to the great Song Dynasty...Fu'er, take him into the house to heal!"
"yes!"
Murong Fu was also slightly startled, but he did not dare to hesitate. He stretched out his hand to support the seriously injured Huang Shang and pulled him onto the carriage.
It was only then that those who were frightened by the assassination and fled in all directions woke up from a dream, and rushed forward crying like father and mother to show their loyalty.
Murong Fu ignored no one, and those people could only step aside to both sides. A humble smile appeared on his face, and hundreds of eyes followed him, watching him all the way into the prime minister's palace gate.
Among these eyes are six from Wei Jiu, Lin Lan and Nan Ding.
They stood in the wind, motionless for a long time.
The expression on Nanding's face was as if she had bought a lottery ticket and given it to a colleague, and then the other person won 50 million. She trembled and said, "Have we missed the opportunity to work hard for ten years less?"
Lin Lan's folding fan was half-opened and half-closed, frozen in his hand. His charming and suave temperament was gone. His expression was like he had made an appointment with Master Li, but ended up meeting Biluo Tan: "It seems so."
Finally, the two of them looked at Wei Jiu, who had turned into a clay and wood sculpture, and then at the large carriage that was parked in place.
I'm afraid it won't be comfortable to swallow in such a big car. Do you want to dip it in some sauce?