Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 439: Searching for Ginseng
"Murong, if you have any requests, just ask. You don't have to promise us these things. If we can't do it, the worst that can happen is that we will compensate you with Yingge!"

Aguda laughed and made a joke.

Murong Fu also laughed and said, "That's fine. But what I want is something else."

"There is a crazy old man in my family who dreams about the Spring and Autumn Period all day long. If my brother Aguda can destroy Liao one day, I will carve out a state in Liaodong and let him be the King of Yan!"

Murong Fu was naturally talking about Murong Bo.

Murong Fu once thought about quietly getting rid of Murong Bo, at least to prevent him from running around. He even considered building a water prison under the West Lake to accommodate Murong Bo.

But in the end Murong Fu gave up this idea.

Firstly, he is his biological father in name only after all; secondly, doing this would inevitably affect his state of mind in the future and cause his martial arts progress to stagnate, which is not worth it.

Today I took this opportunity to express this idea.

Aguda laughed loudly: "If that day comes, I will give you half of the Liao Kingdom, let alone one state."

……

It was snowing heavily and Murong Fu and his group were struggling to move forward in the snow.

Aguda, wearing a thick fur coat, walked in front and led the way, stopping from time to time to look at the map. Murong Fu strolled leisurely, and the heavy snow fell one after another, but not a single snowflake could get close to him. The snow was already knee-deep, and the others were moving in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Murong Fu's feet only left very faint traces on the snow, which were buried by the falling snow in a moment. Although it was not really leaving no traces in the snow, it was not far from it.

“What a great skill!”

Aguda praised loudly.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you." Murong Fu said with a smile.

Aguda smiled and shook his head: "Forget it. Whether you can learn it or not is not the question. It will probably take you ten or eight years to learn it. If ordinary people can learn this skill in a year or two, it would be really amazing."

Murong Fu shook his head slightly: "If there is such a skill, I'm afraid there will never be peace in this world."

Aguda thought for a moment and smiled awkwardly: "It's my wild imagination, that's right."

Murong Fu said: "The Qi training method I gave you a few days ago may not make you a peerless master, but it can prolong your life and strengthen your body. If you practice this method for an hour every day, you may live to be a hundred years old, but it will not be a problem for you to live past eighty years old without any disaster or disease."

Aguda laughed: "Forty years is enough for a man to make achievements in life, not to mention eighty. But who wouldn't be happy to live a few more decades? Murong's gift is worth tens of thousands of gold and silver treasures."

After a pause, he continued, "Are you really not bringing Yingge with you when you return to Middle-earth this time?"

Murong Fu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The mountains are high and the road is long, we will meet again one day."

What a joke, my wife is pregnant, and I bring a girl home at this time, is that something a human being would do?
Seeing that Murong Fu didn't want to bring up this topic, Aguda had to change the subject: "By the way, Murong, how did you get this ginseng map? If it weren't for the old ginseng collectors in the tribe who have been collecting ginseng for decades to lead the way, such a strange route would be really confusing and nowhere to find."

Murong Fu shook his head and chuckled: "If it weren't for this, I'm afraid this spiritual ginseng would have been discovered by someone long ago. How could it be left until now to wait for us to discover it?"

Murong Fu and Aguda were talking and chatting, and unknowingly fell behind. When they reached the front, the team had already stopped.

Aguda asked, "What's going on?" An old visitor said, "There is a big canyon ahead, blocking us."

Aguda asked curiously, "Canyon? Just go through it, why hesitate?"

As he spoke, he walked to the front of the team and saw the scene in front of him. He immediately understood: it turned out that a narrow canyon was filled with various ancient vines, some of which were as thick as an adult's arm. The dense vines were entangled together, and over the years, they filled the entire canyon.

Aguda frowned slightly: "Can we go around it?"

Aguda and his group consisted of dozens of people, and their equipment, food, and other supplies filled several large carts. It was absolutely impossible for them to get through under such circumstances.

The old guest said, "No, if we go around, we will have to walk at least 500 miles more. Even if we go at full speed, it will take eight days. And we only have enough food and grass for half a month. If we take this extra detour, we will not have enough food and grass for the way back."

Aguda thought for a moment and said, "According to the map, how far is it to the destination?"

The old guest said, "If we go directly through this canyon, the distance is only one hundred miles, and we can arrive in two days."

Aguda and Murong Fu looked at each other and understood. Aguda said, "How about this, you go back to the tribe first. Murong and I will take some dry food and walk the rest of the way."

The old ginseng collector was horrified when he heard this: "No, the journey ahead is extremely dangerous. Not to mention the poisonous snakes and fierce beasts along the way, it would be dangerous if we were to meet other hunters or ginseng collectors."

For people living in the land of white mountains and black waters, the biggest threat is not the harsh environment, but other people.

Aguda laughed and said, "We are not weak scholars from the Central Plains. Murong is a brave man who can fight a hundred at a time. If we join forces, we are not afraid of three or five hundred armored soldiers. Murong, are you afraid?"

Murong Fu smiled slightly and did not comment.

So at Aguda's request, the rest of the people returned along the same route, leaving Aguda and Murong Fu to continue moving forward.

Aguda brought a bow and arrow, a machete, and some dry food on his back, while Murong Fu went empty-handed.

Aguda said, "The vines are too dense. It seems we can only make our way as we go. I wonder if we can get out of the canyon before dark."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "No need to go through so much trouble, just fly over directly."

Aguda was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Okay, but I don't have wings, how about you give me a ride when you fly?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "No problem!"

Before Aguda finished laughing, he felt his body lighten and someone lifted him up from behind. Before he could react, his body had already jumped more than three feet high and was flying away from him on the ground.

Murong Fu carried Aguda, and his body did not slow down at all. Every time he was about to fall, his toes touched the nearby vines, and his body flew out several feet. The canyon, which was more than ten miles long, was crossed in just one meal's time.

"Hahaha, so happy, so happy!"

As soon as he landed, Aguda laughed out loud: "Although it's not real flying, it's almost the same, thanks to you. I'm afraid no one in the Jurchen tribe has had such an experience as mine in hundreds of years."

"careful!"

Murong Fu waved his sleeves and knocked down several hidden weapons that were coming towards him.