Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Duan Yanqing said: "This Li Yuancheng is actually not the biological brother of Li Yuanhao, the founding king of Xixia, but the clan brother. Decades ago, Li Yuanhao emerged as a heroic leader of Xixia, inherited the legacy of his father and ancestors, and fought in Daliao and The two powerful enemies of the Song Dynasty are brazenly self-reliant, and the south side is respected, do you know what it is based on?"

Although Murong Fu was not proficient in history, he still knew the general development trajectory of the Xixia Dynasty. But the problem is that the original historical knowledge is not fully applicable in this time and space. I have never heard of Li Yuansheng, the uncle of the Emperor of Xixia, who appeared out of nowhere.

So Murong Fu said tentatively: "You mean, this Emperor's uncle of the Xixia Emperor received the title of Emperor's Uncle from Li Yuanhao based on his talents and achievements?"

Duan Yanqing's eyelids twitched slightly: "I guessed right, not bad."

"When my father was still on the throne, I read a lot of Dali's esoteric documents and learned a lot of martial arts secrets. This uncle of the Xixia Emperor most likely caused a bloody storm in the Central Plains martial arts. Strength should not be underestimated! It is not comparable to that of brothers Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun. Even if your martial arts skills are passable now, you may not be able to do well against this killer. So I advise you not to do anything to assassinate the king. What a stupid thing to do!"

Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat: a bloody storm? Or was it Li Yuanhao’s era? Even when Wu Yazi and Li Qiu Shui were searching for martial arts books all over the world, they couldn't reach this level, right? Could it be that this man is actually a mysterious figure whose martial arts attainments surpass those of the Three Elders of Xiaoyao and are directly chasing the sweeping monk?

"Thanks, Lao Duan!"

Murong Fu smiled.

Duan Yanqing saw Murong Fu's expression and knew that the other party didn't take his words to heart very much, so he said: "That's all, it's up to you. Anyway, I have nothing to do now, and staying here at Yanziwu is really boring. Just drop by. Let’s take a trip to Xixia!”

Hearing that Duan Yanqing was willing to help, Murong Fu said with a smile: "Hey, old Duan, are you so reluctant to let me die?"

Duan Yanqing: "Get out!"

So Murong Fu and others set off separately and headed west. There was not much to bring with me. A good horse and a bag with a few gold leaves were enough to meet the needs on the road.

That day Murong Fu traveled all the way north and arrived at the border of Yanzhou.

A hundred miles further west from here we would reach Xixia territory, but Murong Fu was not in a hurry to run west, but went directly to the largest inn in the city to stay.

Murong Fu called the waiter and rewarded him with a piece of silver. He took out a delicate little flag from his sleeve and handed it to the waiter: "Second brother, please hang this flag in the most conspicuous place outside the store. Don't let the wind blow it." It blew away. If anyone asks about the owner of this flag later, you will bring him to see me."

The waiter took a look at the small flag and saw that it was made of silk and was extremely exquisite. The black word "Yan" on it was like a black swallow about to soar into the sky, lifelike. The waiter in the shop just weighed the broken piece of silver and realized that this tip could be worth half a month's salary at least. He suddenly smiled and bent down almost to the ground: "Don't worry, sir." , you can hang on for as long as you like, there’s no way anything will go wrong!”

This small flag is unknown to others. Only the forces loyal to the Murong family understand that this flag represents the sect master's personal arrival.

In the evening, a swordsman dressed in smart clothes and carrying a long sword walked into the inn and asked the waiter if he had seen the man who hung the flag at the door.

The waiter in the shop quickly brought the man to the door of Murong Fu's room and said respectfully: "Master, a hero is looking for you. Is it convenient for you to let him in?"

"The door is not closed, come in!"

This is a three-story building, with the lobby on the first floor and the guest rooms on the second and third floors. In the direction where Murong Fu was, there was only one room for him.

After the swordsman in fine attire closed the door, he bowed down and said, "Zhuo Bufan has seen the young master!"

This person is none other than Zhuo Bufan, who has disappeared for quite some time. Since Tong Lao came to Yanziwu, Zhuo Bufan has been sent out by Murong Fu on official business. The intention is very simple. After all, he is his subordinate. If he can't help but attack Tong Lao, he will be slapped to death by Tong Lao. But it's not good.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhuo. Have you gained anything during this time?"

Zhuo Bufan's face showed joy and he said with a smile: "Young Master is very good at knowing things. Sure enough, during this period, a group of people from three religions and nine sects secretly gathered in Yanbian. Zhuo Bufan made many inquiries and now it is certain that these people are subordinates of Lingjiu Palace. , the gathering near here is likely to be against the Lingjiu Palace!"

Zhuo Bufan's heart was so excited that he almost jumped out of his chest. He had a bloody feud with Tianshan Child Elder. In the past, Child Elder killed sixty-four members of the Yizi Huijian Sect from three generations, causing Zhuo Bufan to hide deep in Changbai Mountain for twenty years. Now he finally has the chance to avenge this great revenge.

"Very good, do you know where exactly these people gather?"

Zhuo Bufan said: "I want the young master to know. These people are from different religions and have no need to keep secrets when they gather together, so they let their subordinates find out the situation easily. This group of people is called thirty-six holes and seventy-two islands, and they are spread all over the world. Everywhere. They are all small sects, not subordinate to each other, but they are subdued by the Spiritual Vulture Palace and accept everything. Now for some unknown reason, this group of people dare to gather together to discuss the counterattack against the Spiritual Vulture Palace. The meeting place is It is set to be sixty miles outside Yanzhou City, and the time will be after midnight tonight. Master, how to deal with it, I will obey your orders!"

Murong Fu opened the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile: "How to deal with it? Of course I will subdue these monsters and monsters and use them for my own use! Don't worry, after this matter is completed, I will definitely give you a chance to take revenge on Child Elder!" "

When Zhuo Bufan heard this, he was overjoyed and bowed down and said, "Thank you, Master! Zhuo Bufan will definitely bring trouble to the Murong family from now on!"

Zhuo Bufan's face was facing the ground, and the entire expression on his face was hidden by him. Even so, Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly in his heart: How can a man who was born between heaven and earth live in a depressed state for a long time? I think that Zhuo Bufan, a famous hero of the generation, was subdued by your Gusu Murong. In order to obtain a blood-stained revenge, I did not avenge you, so I was in vain. When I avenge my great revenge with the help of you Murong, I will definitely demand from you the humiliation of breaking the sword that day!

Murong Fu looked at the rebellious boy in front of him and did not reveal what he was thinking: Sword God, he is not very capable and has a bad temper. The only function may be to find the location of the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference for you, saving yourself the trouble of trying your luck.