Wuxia: I’m driving Gundam in Mixed Wu

Northern song dynasty.

In a farmhouse under Mount Shaomuro.

Murong Bo, who was meditating and pranayama, exhaled deeply.

Since being injured by Qin Chuan in Dali, Murong Bo had no choice but to give up the action of raising military salaries, dragged his sick body, and returned to the secluded hut under Shaomuro Mountain to cultivate.

After nearly half a year of cultivation, the injury was finally close to healing.

Murong Bo’s hand caressed his chest, which was still faintly painful, and his eyes showed a trace of essence.

During this time, Murong Bo has been busy healing his injuries, and at the same time, he has not forgotten to collect news from the rivers and lakes.

Naturally, he also knew the news of the collapse of the Pi Gang, and he also felt that this was a good opportunity for their Murong Clan to restore the country.

Originally, he was going to give the money he had secretly collected over the years to Murong Fu as funds for recruitment.

It’s just that I suffer from injuries and have limited mobility.

However, he had already contacted Deng Baichuan, the retainer of the Murong family, through a secret letter, and believed that there would be news in the next few days.

Yamashita.

Deng Baichuan hid a horse in a dense forest, then avoided the avenue and walked alone.

When Deng Baichuan received Murong Bo’s news, he was surprised and delighted.

It was shocking that Murong Bo actually tricked him to death, and if it spread to the rivers and lakes, Gusu Murong’s reputation was estimated to plummet.

Fortunately, Murong Bo is still there, and the strength of the Murong family is even stronger.

According to the guidance of MeSign, Deng Baichuan came to the farmer’s household.

When Deng Baichuan saw Murong Bo, his face suddenly showed unconcealable excitement, and he said in a trembling voice:

“Sir, it’s really you.”

“You’ve kept us so much from you.”

Deng Baichuan’s true feelings were revealed, which made Murong Bo also a little sad.

More than twenty years ago, Murong Bo died fraudulently and handed over the foundation of the Murong family and the four ministers to Murong Fu, who was still young.

Originally thinking, Murong Fu led the four ministers to develop and strengthen the Murong family on the bright side, recruit talents, and reap fame.

And he secretly lurked in the Shaolin Temple to steal secrets and enhance Murong Clan’s heritage.

In his spare time, he can also go to the rivers and lakes to collect money and serve as military salaries.

With both prongs, as soon as the opportunity arises, Murong Fu can rely on the reputation of the Murong family to ascend to the top and pull up a soldier and horse with his support.

Unexpectedly, more than twenty years have passed, and the Murong family, under the leadership of Murong Fu, is still the same Murong family.

Four ministers are still four ministers, and there is not even one more subordinate.

Murong Bo sighed secretly, after all, it was his own cub, what else could he do.

Putting away his sad expression, Murong Bo said:

“Now that the Qigang has collapsed, it is a great opportunity for my Murong Clan to restore Dayan, I have collected some money over the years, and you help me bring it back to Murong’s family for military purposes.”

Deng Baichuan threw up his hands and said, “Master rest assured, his subordinates will definitely be safely delivered to Gongzi Ye.” ”

“Okay, without further ado, let’s do it right away.”

Thinking that the plan to restore the country prepared by the Murong family for generations was finally going to be put into action, Murong Bo was inevitably a little excited, and for a while he touched the injury on his chest, and he couldn’t help but let out a few light coughs.

Deng Baichuan noticed that Murong Bo’s face was different, and exclaimed:

“Sir, you are injured.”

“A small injury, almost healed.”

In Deng Baichuan’s mind, Murong Bo was the top martial arts master of the Northern Song Dynasty, and he had few opponents, and now he was actually injured.

“Sir, who hurt you?”

Murong Bo sighed lightly and said

“My injury was caused by Dali Qin Chuan.”

“Dali Qin Chuan, the owner of Qin’s Tea House?”

Deng Baichuan was a little surprised, after all, Qin Chuan was a tea merchant, not a person in the rivers and lakes, but he didn’t expect that he was also a martial arts master, and even Murong Bo was not an opponent.

“That’s right, I originally wanted to subdue Qin Chuan and use it for my Murong family, but I didn’t negotiate, and I was careless when I fought for a while, and I was injured by Qin Chuan.”

Murong Bo naturally couldn’t tell him about his attempted robbery and being seriously injured by the owner’s punch.

So how Murong Bo was injured did not explain much, but only signaled Deng Baichuan to follow.

Out the door, the two came to the backyard.

In the years when Murong Bo died fraudulently, the looted property was exchanged by him for gold, which was nearly 10,000 taels.

All the gold was buried by him in the backyard of the hut.

The gold was not buried deeply, and the two were skilled people, and in a moment, two wooden boxes were dug out.

Looking at the two wooden boxes in front of them, Deng Baichuan and Murong Bo suddenly felt a little confused.

The secret letter received by Murong Bo received by Deng Baichuan hurriedly came.

In order to keep it secret, Deng Baichuan did not bring anyone, except for the coiling with him, only a fast horse remained.

When he went up the mountain, he left the horses down the mountain for fear of attracting attention.

Now you can’t let him carry two boxes down the mountain alone.

Sloppy, Murong Bo was also constantly MMP in his heart at this time.

I dug up the box and didn’t figure out how to send it down the mountain.

The two boxes were filled by Murong Bo for nearly twenty years, and each time there were not many things, and over time, he ignored that there were enough 10,000 taels of gold in the two boxes.

“Sir, this…”

Deng Baichuan didn’t know how to speak for a while.

Murong Bo glared at Deng Baichuan with a black face, and as soon as Deng Baichuan opened his mouth, he knew what Deng Baichuan wanted to say.

Let him, the great grandmaster, work hard to carry the box, he Murong Bo does not want face.

Helplessly, Murong Bo could only keep a straight face and carry the box on the ground on his shoulder.

With the cultivation of Grand Master Murong Bo, the box of more than five hundred pounds was in his hand, as light as a feather.

Deng Baichuan smiled and also carried the box.

After all, Deng Baichuan is also a master of the Grandmaster Realm, with deep internal strength, although his movements are not as easy as Murong Bo, but the box of more than five hundred pounds is carried on his shoulder, and his face is still as usual.

The two carried the box like this and rushed to the place where Deng Baichuan hid his horse.

Deng Baichuan carried the box, still walking like a fly, and Murong Bo followed closely behind Deng Baichuan.

If it weren’t for the need for Deng Baichuan to lead the way, Murong Bo would have already exerted twelve points of strength to hurry.

The appearance of carrying the box, if he let an acquaintance meet, Murong Bo is estimated to die on the spot.

Only, say Cao Cao Cao will arrive.

Murong Bo and the two bumped into a man in black with a black cloth covering his face.

At this time, Murong Bo was still wearing a gray robe as usual.

The man in black looked at Murong Bo, his eyes showed a trace of doubt, and then turned into surprise.

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