Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

When the two of them heard that Duan Yu actually claimed to be Murong Fu's adopted brother, they became even more excited: "That boy Murong Fu only associates with these useless white-faced scholars, so he cannot be regarded as a real hero. Boy, the world is very dangerous, isn't it? You can come as soon as you ask, you better go back and stay there, hahaha."

Duan Yu blushed. He had a gentle temperament, was always kind to others, and was reasonable in everything he did, but this world was never a place where he could be reasonable. In essence, Jianghu is a bad cake wrapped in a layer of sugar-coated loyalty, sour inside.

In fact, with Duan Yu's mastery of Shao Ze and Shao Chong's sword skills at this time, killing these two people was just a matter of raising his hand. It was just an ordinary Jianghu guest, and now he would have drawn his sword and slashed at the opponent.

When the two people saw that Duan Yu just kept saying something like "It's unreasonable to be gentle and polite," they became even more convinced that the other party was a pretty boy who didn't know martial arts, and laughed.

The laughter didn't stop, two darts passed through the scalps of the two people, and the buns of the two people were scattered. The two people who were so proud just now suddenly had their hair disheveled.

Before the two of them could react, their eyes were blurred, and two "thumping" fists hit their faces. By the time they reacted, their bodies had both hit the counter.

Mu Wanqing snorted coldly, "Noisy!" and turned around to return to her seat.

When Duan Yu saw Mu Wanqing take action, he sighed helplessly, stood up, walked to the counter, took out a piece of silver and gave it to the waiter who was hiding behind and was speechless: "Second brother, my sister has caused trouble for you, please be careful."

The waiter in the store took the silver coins cautiously, not daring to say anything, and said repeatedly: "Young master, don't take it to heart."

After saying that, he put away the money and ran to the back in a hurry.

Finally, these two people had some foresight and knew that they were no match for the pretty woman in front of them. After getting up, they said harsh words and ran outside quickly.

Mu Wan said coldly: "When will you change your nerdy temper? Are you too busy trying to reason with such a person?"

Duan Yu smiled: "If everyone relied on strength to win, wouldn't the world be ruined by etiquette and music?"

Mu Wanqing sneered and said: "My good brother, you were born in the Dali Palace and learned poetry, etiquette, and etiquette, so naturally you are reasonable. But you are trying to reason with these ignorant people, but you are not good at playing the piano with the right person. What's the difference?"

Duan Yu smiled helplessly, and for the rare moment he did not refute: "Maybe Wanmei, what you said is right."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Buddhist chant rang out, and Jiumozhi walked in, dressed in bright yellow monk robes and covered with jewels.

"Prince Duan has a kind heart and is kind to others. That is the best thing."

When Duan Yu saw Jiumozhi walking in, he couldn't sit still. The last time he kidnapped Jiumozhi from Dali to Suzhou was an experience he would never forget, and he was almost set on fire by the other party.

"Jiumozhi, you evil monk, what's your plot here? I tell you my uncle and eldest brother are nearby, don't mess around!"

Although Duan Yu was pedantic, he was not too stupid after all. The moment he saw Jiumozhi, he immediately carried Duan Zhengming and Murong Fu out, making them fearful.

When Jiumozhi heard that Murong Fu was nearby, he was shocked and his original little thoughts were restrained unconsciously.

He had originally made an appointment to go to the Shaolin Temple today, but he didn't expect to meet Duan Yu, the living sword manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, right here. It took no effort to find it without any effort.

Duan Yu was really unlucky, his physique seemed to be naturally attracted to Jiumozhi, and the two of them became like a living room with such a big Song Dynasty, and they could bump into each other no matter what.

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, Prince Duan. The poor monk has no ill intentions towards Prince Duan. This time he wants to go to the Shaolin Temple to lecture on Buddhist scriptures and martial arts with the eminent monks of the Shaolin Temple. I wonder if Prince Duan is interested in going together?"

Mu Wanqing clearly recognized the evil monk who had kidnapped Duan Yu and made her chase him all the way. When she saw Jiumozhi appearing, she subconsciously wanted to stand in front of Duan Yu.

Duan Yu gently held Mu Wanqing's wrist, shook his head, and motioned for Mu Wanqing to come behind him.

Mu Wanqing thought to herself: Still so fond of showing off! When can I change my temper?

However, the feeling of being protected by the one she loved was very useful to her, so she didn't say anything and hid silently behind Duan Yu.

Jiumozhi smiled and said: "Since Mr. Murong is nearby, you might as well invite him out and have a glass of plain wine together. The poor monk admires Mr. Murong's martial arts and character very much, but he has never had the opportunity to have a good conversation."

How did Duan Yu know where Murong Fu was at this moment? Even if you know, you can't call him over, but since you have pulled this tiger skin, you can't show your cowardice at this time.

Then he smiled and said: "My eldest brother has an old friend here, and he is probably drinking with his old friend at the moment. If you want to see him, you might as well sit down for a while. You need a drinking companion, and I, Duan Yu, can also accompany you. Just drink a few drinks."

After saying that, he took the initiative to sit opposite Jiumozhi, looking confident.

Jiumozhi was shocked and confused: Looking at this kid's appearance, could Murong Fu really be nearby?

After thinking about it for a while, Jiumozhi laughed: This guy can't scare me, he's too ungrateful to pull off a tiger's skin. Murong Fu might have accompanied him on his travels, but as the king of a country, how could Emperor Baoding leave state affairs unattended and accompany his nephew to wander around in a foreign country?

Jiumozhi smiled and said: "That's fine, I'll toast Prince Duan first!"

With that said, he raised his glass and looked at Duan Yu opposite.

Duan Yu didn't know that Jiumozhi had seen through his little trick, so he raised his glass and said, "It's my turn to toast Master."

Just as he raised the cup, Jiumozhi's hand tilted slightly, and the wine in the cup turned into a water arrow and hit Duan Yu's face.

Duan Yu was horrified. He didn't expect that the other party had been talking nicely just now, so he suddenly got angry.

Although in terms of internal strength and moves, he can barely be considered a top master now, but in terms of actual combat experience, it can only be described as horrific. So far, they have only had one serious fight with Jiumozhi under the leadership of Murong Fu and Duan Zhengming.

He was eager to avoid the water arrow thrown by Jiumozhi, and his chest opened wide. He was directly hit by Jiumozhi's Qihai point, and his whole body went numb.

Seeing Duan Yu being restrained, Mu Wanqing became anxious and was about to step forward to help. Jiumozhi pointed two fingers in the air. Mu Wanqing could not move and could only yell: "Dead monk! Stinky bald donkey! Let us go!" "

Jiumozhi laughed loudly: "I originally wanted to meet with the eminent monks of Shaolin, but if I don't want to gain anything like this today, I'd rather bother you two to come with me!"

Just as he was feeling complacent, an old female voice sounded in the inn: "Young monk, you look so young and you are bullying the juniors here. You are so shameless."