Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 38 The rain is coming
At this moment, Murong Fu felt an unprecedented danger.

Even when he faced Duan Yanqing and the others alone in the broken temple, Murong Fu didn't feel the slightest sense of powerlessness. At least that night, if he really went shopping to the end, Murong Fu was confident that he would still be able to pay the price of recuperating for a few months. The next miserable victory.

But at this moment, Murong Fu asked himself, there is no chance of winning, not even a single chance of winning!

Not to mention Jiumozhi himself, any of the red-robed lamas standing behind him can bring Murong Fu no less oppressive feeling than Duan Yanqing.

If Duan Yanqing is used as the unit of measurement, Murong Fu believes that a Duan Yanqing can win without using the two hidden cards of Liumai and Beiming.

Two Duan Yanqing, then you have to go all out and play all your cards in order to have a chance of winning.

If there were three, then Murong Fu could only bully the old Duan because of his inconvenient legs.

On the opposite side, the three "Duan Yanqing" stood there in good order, calm and relaxed, as motionless as a mountain, obviously not as if they were inconvenient.

What's more, there is another Jiumozhi who looks dignified on the surface, but actually restrains his two subordinates with a single strike.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu couldn't help feeling a burst of sadness.

Alone and lonely, alone can't support it!

The four generals are actually not weak, and together they can wrestle with the three villains except Duan Yanqing, but they are not enough to face the top experts. A few of them were caught in one move.

As for the grassroots combat power?
Before Murong Bo's fraudulent death, the Murong family had indeed been secretly recruiting orphans and refugees from all over the place, trying to build a powerful army of dead soldiers who were only loyal to the Murong family, but since Murong Bo's fraudulent death, this army has lost The leader on the bright side is a time bomb in his hand. When it blows up, it will be a catastrophe of ransacking his family and exterminating his family. The team with a certain size was disbanded.

Every time Murong Fu thinks about this, he wants to scold Murong Fu and his son for being stupid.

What's the difference between planning a rebellion in places like Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and looking for poor people in Dubai in later generations?
Not to mention that this is a place with strong influence in the Song Dynasty. Few people from the bottom to the gentry will follow you. If you train soldiers under the eyes of the court, can you become a climate?

Murong Fu regretted it now.

He decided that if he got through this difficulty this time, he must build his own armed force. As for the method, there are plenty, and it would definitely not be Murong Bo's stupid routine of directly training soldiers.

But no matter what happens in the future, it is impossible for today's affairs to end here.

If it was just Murong Fu himself, he wouldn't mind competing with Jiumozhi in lightness kungfu, but right now he is a big family with a family, and there is a hostage in his opposite hand - Duan Yu.

Anyway, Duan Duan also saved himself last time, and he is still his ally in a de facto sense, the heir of the Duan family in Dali. It’s fine if he didn’t see him. save?

Murong Fuke didn't think at all that the dignified monk in front of him was a kind-hearted and soft-hearted person.

After all, a guy who dares to do such a thing as burning a living person to death with his own hands, you can't expect him to find out with his conscience and not hurt innocent people.You must know that when this guy was in Tubo, he wiped out the black sect with a flaming knife and killed an unknown number of so-called "heretics". Ding Chunqiu, the Xingxiu old monster in cassock!

It's not a comedy character who didn't kill a single person from the beginning to the end in the 97 version of Tianlong, and gave experience to the protagonist group everywhere.

The atmosphere in the house was strange and calm, people who didn't know the situation saw the current state of the two parties, and thought that Murong Fu, the noble son, had invited Jiumozhi and other monks to the house to teach the Dharma, and the two sides were discussing Buddhist principles.

In fact, Murong Fu felt that he would be overwhelmed by physics if he made trouble today.

Even though the waterside pavilion is surrounded by ventilation, Murong Fu still feels dry and hot, he knows it is the feeling brought by the uneasiness in his heart, before he said a word in Tianlong Temple: Master, come often when you are free.

Unexpectedly, master, you are still a real person, you came as soon as you came, and you brought several people with you.

Murong Fu wanted to cry but had no tears.

"The top-quality dragon well, the whole of Gusu this year, only weighs three catties. The master came from a long way, and he must not be used to the climate in the south of the Yangtze River. It would be good to drink three or four more cups."

Murong Fu smiled slightly, and took a sip of tea in front of Jiumozhi.

After reading the scriptures for a long time, Jiumozhi was indeed a little thirsty, so he picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, put down the teacup and said, "Mr. Murong, the poor monk's visit this time really disturbed you. It’s not enough to pay the son.”

Murong Fu was taken aback for a moment, then relieved.

What he just said about drinking three cups and four cups is actually satirizing Jiumozhi's vulgarity and ignorance of etiquette. There has always been a saying in tea drinking: one cup is a taste, two cups are a fool who quenches heat and thirst, three cups and four cups are good. To drink cattle and donkeys.The emphasis is on knowing what to do and what to do, which coincides with the Confucian principles of self-cultivation and life.

Murong Fu only said that he couldn't beat the opponent, and that he could win a little mentally by making a little sarcasm about his opponent, but he forgot that the opponent was still a master of learning and was proficient in Chinese and Tibetan culture. See through.

Murong Fu is not embarrassed to be exposed by others, after all, he is the victim today, and morally, he has the commanding heights.

Why is there inexplicable rush from a certain transportation captain in the previous life?The enemy has already hit their hometown, and they don't even dare to officially declare war, and they are still relentlessly condemning morally, condemning, isn't it the same for yourself?His subordinates were all lying on the ground, and he could only drink tea with the enemy patiently.

No way, can't fight, dare not move, dare not move.

What I can do now is to delay the time as much as possible, and wait for the person I send to notify Mrs. Wang to quickly bring reinforcements. Mrs. Wang's own strength is nothing, but Murong Fu has a cousin who is currently in Suzhou. The magistrate, the official relationship between the Wang family and the Murong family in Suzhou City is the Wang magistrate. This relationship has been taken care of by Mrs. Wang before.

As long as the officers and soldiers can come, the crisis will be resolved naturally. Although relying on the soft-legged shrimps of the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty, they can basically only consume the true energy of the National Teacher's Flame Saber, but no matter how bad the soldiers are, they represent the great power. On the official level of the Song Dynasty, if Jiumozhi blatantly exchanged fire with the other party, it would not be a trivial matter.

So, in one word, drag!

Pretending to be crazy and acting stupid, talking about it from left to right, waiting for change!

"Master was joking. Master and my father were close friends during his lifetime. Murong Fu was in charge of the junior ceremony, and the senior came here. How could Murong Fu be so abrupt?"

As he spoke, he poured another cup of tea for Jiumozhi, held it in front of Jiumozhi with his own hands, but his upper body leaned slightly, and his whole body did not move, holding the teacup in one hand and handing it to Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi subconsciously wanted to take it over, saw Murong Fu's posture, narrowed his eyes slightly, retracted the hand that was about to be stretched out, then secretly moved his hand, wrapped the palm with the internal force of the flame knife, and slowly He stretched out his hand and pinched the edge of the teacup, and then exerted a soft force quietly, at the same time, gently touched Murong Fu's wrist with his thumb, wanting to let Murong Fu take a bite while releasing the strength stored on the teacup. Small loss.

Murong Fu had expected it a long time ago, as soon as this force touched the edge of the teacup, Dou Zhuan Xing Yi activated to remove this force, and at the same time, that bit of flame saber's internal power was also absorbed by the Beiming Divine Art.

Jiumozhi took the blow that he had expected, but was easily dispelled by Murong Fu. There was a turbulent wave in his heart, and he said goodbye to the truth. Murong Fu made rapid progress. A top player who can compete with himself.

Immediately, the slight contempt in his heart turned into fear, and the desire to take down the opponent directly did not feel a little bit less.

Knowing that his goal of intimidating his opponent had been achieved, Murong Fu didn't want to make further progress, and immediately put the teacup in front of Jiumozhi with both hands: "Is the master blaming the junior for being rude? That's right, the junior's act of serving tea with one hand just now is indeed true. It’s a big disrespect, and I’m going to apologize to Grandmaster.”

Jiumozhi remained silent, staring at Murong Fu intently, the water pavilion was covered with clouds, a heavy rain was inevitable.

(End of this chapter)