Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu activated his Qing Gong, and the good wind and rain in the south of the Yangtze River made the smoke and smoke of people fall back quickly around him, the mountains reflected the setting sun, and the clear water held the sky.

Murong Fu was in a good mood.

When you come to the world of martial arts, there are two things you must do. One is to save the beauty. When the beauty and her group are helpless in the face of the robbers, and their innocence will be lost to the beauty in the next second, the protagonist is like a savior. Divine soldiers descend from the sky and save the beauty and her group. Depending on the situation, the girl will give her body to him or work as a cow and horse in the next life.

But looking at the little lady’s condition, it’s almost impossible to promise her my life.

The second thing is to rely on his good light skills to fly over the wall and overturn Newton's coffin board with various tricks, including but not limited to jumping up from the air with his left foot on his right foot and turning 360 degrees in the air. Wait for behaviors that violate the common sense of classical physics.

Along the way, Murong Fu deliberately picked places with tall trees and dense forests to drill, choosing places that were difficult to walk in order to fully experience the pleasure of being as light as a swallow.

Previously, after two months of training, Murong Fu left Yanziwu after mastering each of the Beiming Divine Art and the Six Meridian Divine Sword.

Before leaving, I briefly explained a few words to Aju Abi, without clearly explaining where I was going or what I was going to do. I stuffed a few gold leaves in my arms and set off.

Along the way, I just visited the mountains and rivers. When I was tired, I just found a place to rest for the night. When I was hungry, I found a restaurant to have a few drinks. In this era, there were no waste oil, additives, and no scenic spots to rip off customers. It really made Murong I experienced Xu Xiake's happiness again.

If he hadn't met Yun Zhonghe, Murong Fu would have returned to Yanziwu by now. However, this pursuit was quite worthwhile. It directly improved Murong Fu's Qing Gong level by more than one level. Now he probably has to If you run, there are not many people in the world who can catch up with you.

According to Yun Zhonghe, this light skill is called Ta Sha Wuhen. It sounds like it is used for snitches to climb over the wall and kill people and steal goods. Murong Fu didn't think it sounded good, so he changed the name to Ta Xue Xun Mei, which sounded more serious. The child is much taller.

Along the way, Murong Fu never stopped for a moment. Before, Yun Zhonghe's internal strength was far inferior to Murong Fu's, and his speed was faster than that of ordinary horses. Now Murong Fu was even more powerful.

It would have been impossible for Murong Fu himself or the original master to master such a superb Qing Kung skill so quickly. However, with the superimposition of souls from two lifetimes, his comprehension ability has been greatly improved, and he can learn a lot of advanced martial arts with ease.

When we left Yunzhonghe, the sun had already set to the west. Now after running all the way, the sun was completely invisible, and the drizzle had turned into light rain.

"I need to find a place to spend the night. Where can I stay in this remote place with no shops?"

Murong Fu looked at the sky and frowned.

After running for about a few miles, it was already completely dark, and there was still no place where I could stay.

"Is it possible that I'm going to sleep on the street tonight?"

Murong Fu was not only a little worried.

Fortunately, after running for a few more miles, he saw a fire ahead of him in the distance. Murong Fu was overjoyed and said to himself, "Lucky". Then he made a few leaps and arrived not far away. After a closer look, he saw that it was a room. There was a fire in the ruined temple, and several people were sitting around the fire. There were two people standing under the eaves outside the temple, seemingly on sentry duty. It was obvious that these people were not ordinary travelers.

Murong Fu got closer and saw clearly that the two sentries were wearing tattered and short clothes, and each had a bamboo pole in his hand.

"Disciples of the Beggar Clan."

This term flashed through Murong Fu's mind.

So Murong Fu did not hide his figure and walked forward openly.

"who!"

Facing the figure that suddenly approached in the darkness, the two Beggar Clan disciples became wary and shouted in unison.

Murong Fu walked to a place about ten feet away from the two of them and stopped, saluting: "I am a guest who is out for fun. Because I was greedy for the scenery, I missed the dormitory. I noticed that there is a temple here, and I want to come and stay overnight."

One of the Beggar Clan disciples looked Murong Fu up and down and saw that although he looked dusty, he was dressed in luxurious clothes and had a handsome face. He was obviously a rich man who was out for fun, but he was all alone. He didn't bring any entourage, which was really suspicious. He immediately disliked this person, so he was not willing to let him in. He said: "Brother, a pampered young man like you, what are you doing in our Hanako's place? You'd better go find an inn." Let’s settle down.”

Murong Fu said: "Little brother, I just walked all the way down below and didn't see a single inn. At this moment, it's raining again, so I hope it will be convenient."

What else did the Beggar Clan disciple want to say, but his companion on the side said, "Xiao Yi, what he said makes sense. At this time, let him go find an inn somewhere. We Beggar Clan disciples travel around the world, and only others chase us away." , where is the reason for a flower boy to drive people away? You watch here, I will go in and report to Captain Qiu, and let him make the decision."

After saying that, he bowed to Murong Fu and said, "Master, please wait for a moment while I report to our Captain Qiu and ask him to make a decision."

"Thank you for your help, brother." Murong Fu thanked him.

The disciple of the Beggar Gang turned around and entered the temple. After a while, he came out and said to Murong Fu: "Master, our Captain Qiu invites you to come in and talk."

Murong Fu thanked him and entered the temple.

The temple was in disrepair for a long time, and several beams had collapsed. A drizzle leaked in from the dilapidated places. Fortunately, the roof where the fire was located was intact, which was barely able to provide shelter from the wind and rain.

A group of people were sitting around the fire. The leader looked like he was in his fifties or sixties, with gray hair and a lot of wrinkles on his face. Murong Fu guessed that this was probably the Captain Qiu that the disciple just mentioned, so He stepped forward and said, "Thank you, Senior Qiu, for taking me in."

The man stroked his gray beard and smiled: "Hahaha, you are not a senior, we are just a bunch of poor beggars hiding from the rain in a ruined temple, you are too polite."

"Hahaha"

The beggars laughed loudly upon hearing this, and the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot.

Then there was a chat. Murong Fu did not reveal his true identity. He only said that his surname was Li and his given name was Xiaoyao. At the same time, he hid his skills very well and looked like he had no martial arts skills at all. The group of beggars only said that Murong Fu He was a wealthy young man who traveled far alone. Seeing his easy-going manner and interesting conversation, they all had a good impression of Murong Fu.

"I wonder where Mr. Li is from?" Captain Qiu asked.

"Oh, I live in Gusu next time. It's usually best to go sightseeing. This time I went out alone and missed the inn because of my fun. Thank you very much."

"Hey, Mr. Li, why are you so polite? In these days, who has the house on his head? I wonder if Mr. Li has ever had dinner?"

After asking this question, Murong Fu felt a little hungry. He had been chasing Yun Zhonghe before, so he didn't care. He wanted to say something polite, but his stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

Several Beggar Clan disciples smiled knowingly.

So the old beggar waved his hand, and everyone hurriedly dug out a few roasted black yams from the fire, and dug out a soil bag from the bottom of the ashes.

Someone used a stick in his hand to gently open the earthen bag, revealing the inner layer wrapped in lotus leaves. Suddenly, a burst of meat mixed with the fragrance of lotus leaves penetrated everyone's nostrils.

"Beggar chicken?" Murong Fu couldn't help but said.

"Haha, this chicken doesn't have a name. It's just that the brothers of the Beggar Clan occasionally got some meat. They didn't have cooking utensils to cook it, so they wrapped it in yellow mud and lotus leaves and simmered it in the fire. Since the young master gave it a name, If it’s a beggar’s chicken, then let’s call it a beggar’s chicken.”

After saying that, he tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Murong Fu. Murong Fu felt warm in his heart, and without being polite, he thanked him and started eating. The old beggar handed Murong Fu another yam to eat, and his hunger disappeared immediately. .

After eating, Murong Fu touched his body and found that after spending the past few days traveling around the mountains and rivers, the few golden leaves had been completely spent, and there were only a few taels of silver left on his body. If he gave these few taels of silver to He looked down upon the other person, so he took off a jade pendant from his waist and gave it to Captain Qiu.

At first, the old beggar was unwilling to accept it no matter what Murong Fu said. Later, Murong Fu said that when the old beggar came to Gusu in the future, he could use this jade pendant as a token to visit Murong Fu's house. The other party then gave the valuable piece of jade to Murong Fu. He put the jade pendant into his tattered clothes and put it close to his body.

The group of people chatted more and more speculatively, until at midnight, the rain outside the house continued to beat through the forest leaves.