Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu took Wang Yuyan, Abi and others all the way north without delay, in order to see Wu Yazi as soon as possible.

Although Murong Fu didn't know the specific situation within the Shaolin sect, Xuan Ci made it clear that he wanted to put Xuan Bei's death on his head.

Although he would certainly not end up in Qiao Feng's situation, there was no guarantee that the Shaolin sect would not exert its traditional virtue of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and pull off some tricks that would leave Murong Fu dumbfounded.

It's not enough to compete with a big sect like Shaolin just by relying on your current strength.

The main force that the Murong family could rely on was the four major estates led by the four generals. However, the four generals themselves were hardly top-notch in ability. Facing the batches of top-notch masters from the Shaolin sect, they were like a mantis trying to use their arms as a chariot. Moreover, they were all members of the team left by Murong Bo. It was really difficult for Murong Fu to have 100% trust in this group of people.

So Murong Fu set his sights on his master, the head of Xiaoyao Sect, Wu Yazi.

If under the guidance of Wu Yazi, one could thoroughly learn the profound skills of the Xiaoyao Sect, or simply get the Xiaoyao Sect's leader's ring, and completely integrate the three Xiaoyao factions, Lingjiu Palace, Yipintang and Xingxiu Sect, let alone It is not impossible for Shaolin to realize the so-called dream of "restoring Dayan".

Of course, the Xingxiu Sect is actually just a tack-on. They can be used as a guard of honor to build up momentum. If something really happens, you can't count on these people.

But the two powerful forces of Lingjiu Palace and Yipintang alone can completely overwhelm the Shaolin Sect.

Murong Fu was not very interested in Fuguo. He just didn't like the feeling of someone putting a knife on his neck.

The best way to avoid this situation is to have a powerful sword in your hand.

In the past few days, Murong Fu took Wang Yuyan and others on a long journey, and in just five days they had entered the border of Henan.

After arriving at the border of Henan, several people abandoned their boats for horses and hired a carriage to carry Wang Yuyan and Abi. Because I had to take care of Wang Yuyan and Abi, the two female relatives, my speed slowed down and I could only cover half a day's journey a day.

Wang Yuyan and Abi didn't have any feelings about where they were going, but they were very happy to go out with their sweethearts. Murong Fu also spoke softly and gently along the way, making the two little girls happy. As for the purpose of coming out, What, then don’t worry about it at all, just follow your sweetheart anyway.

Kang Guangling and the others who followed Murong Fu didn't sleep for several days. The reason was for no other reason than excitement.

The desire to return to their master made them want to fly to their master the next moment. Although Master Murong had already conveyed Su Xinghe's meaning to them before, it was still less meaningful than being acknowledged by the master in person.

Thinking that their long-cherished wish of twenty years would finally come true, several people had a little more respect for this young uncle. At this time, even if Murong Fu told them that he wanted to kill Shaoshi Mountain, they would not hesitate to kill him. The guy went up there and didn't complain at all.

As for the previous incident of Murong Fu beating several of them violently, they had long been forgotten in Java.

"It's already noon now. Let's have something to eat at the market in front of us and rest before we continue our journey."

Seeing Wang Yuyan's and Wang Yuyan's faces looking tired, Murong Fu felt slightly distressed: If Wu Yazi didn't want to see his granddaughter, he really didn't want to bring them out and suffer this, so he suggested to take a rest for the time being.

Of course, Bayou had no objection. Anyway, Murong Fu said whatever he said, but Wang Yuyan was a little embarrassed. She raised the curtain and whispered: "Cousin, actually I'm not tired."

In fact, she had lived in the villa for a long time and had never even left the house a few times. The long journey had indeed made her mentally and physically exhausted.

Murong Fu didn't say anything, he just asked Doctor Xue to go ahead and book some rooms at the inn in front.

Doctor Xue accepted the promise and left, and soon the group arrived at the inn.

After Wang Yuyan and others had settled down, Murong Fu, Divine Doctor Xue and others came downstairs to discuss their upcoming journey, and urged the inn to serve food quickly.

This is not a place like Gusu or Bianjing. You only need to throw out a piece of silver to book a nice room and wait for the food to be served.

Everyone, regardless of high or low, gathered in the hall on the first floor to eat, without exception.

It's not the usual lunch time yet, there are not many people in the hall, only a few diners, and the waiter is still huddled behind the counter and lazing around.

Murong Fu and others occupied a table in the corner, chatting for a few words and discussing the next action.

"This time we must ask Master and Master to come out and ask for an explanation from the Shaolin sect." Kang Guangling said angrily, feeling quite concerned about the fact that Xuan Nan and others came to challenge him that day.

Although he is the oldest, he has a child's heart. He only knows that his uncle has been insulted and wants to regain his place, and he does not pay attention to whether his words are appropriate or not.

Murong Fu smiled noncommittally, obviously not taking these words to heart.

On the other hand, Doctor Xue's eyes flashed with ejaculation, and he lowered his voice and said to Murong Fu: "Uncle Master, in these years, in order to deal with that old thief Ding Chunqiu, I have not only helped people treat illnesses, but I have also made acquaintance with many martial arts colleagues. If Uncle Master is interested, , we can gather these people and ask the Shaolin Sect for an explanation."

The words of these people became more and more outrageous. In the end, Murong Fu had no choice but to forcefully stop the topic in order to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by the loud conspiracy of these nephews.

But sometimes that's the case, the more you worry about something, the more it will come.

At this moment, a cold snort came from behind Murong Fu and the others, causing them to look back and look for the source of the sound.

The owner of the voice obviously made this sound deliberately to attract the attention of several people, so Murong Fu and others just turned around and discovered the big man in yellow shirt sitting at the table in the center of the room.

The big man looked to be in his early thirties, with eyebrows as thick as paint, and a pair of tiger eyes that gleamed. One could not help but admire him, he was such a majestic and reckless man. He is also tall and tall, just sitting down looks like an iron tower, giving people an invisible sense of oppression. The most eye-catching thing is his big hands with clear joints and calluses. At first glance, he looks like a master of palm skills. A veteran of many years.

On his table were a large plate of meat, a large bowl of soup, a roast chicken, and a large jar full of sorghum wine. The jar weighed at least twenty kilograms, which made people secretly afraid of his drinking capacity.

At this time, the big man had just finished a large bowl of wine and was wiping his mouth with his sleeve casually.

Seeing the eyes of Murong Fu and others, the big man didn't shy away. He filled the big bowl in front of him with white wine and said in the direction of Murong Fu: "Young Master looks so kind, why don't you come over and drink together?" How about two bowls?"

Murong Fu couldn't help being surprised: he had noticed this person when he entered the room. At that time, he only regarded this person as an ordinary wealthy man who was good at drinking and didn't pay much attention. Now when I listened to this man speak, I noticed that his inner breath was long and thick. He was actually a rare master, even far superior to Xuannan and others.

At this age, with this kind of skill, and this ability to drink, who else in the world could be there?

The answer is obvious.

Murong Fu stood up generously, gave a salute, and said with a smile: "Meeting each other is fate. Since this brother is so elegant, I would rather obey you than obey him!"