Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

At this moment, Murong Fu felt unprecedented danger.

Even when he faced Duan Yanqing and the others alone in the ruined temple, Murong Fu did not feel even a hint of powerlessness. At least that night, if he really fought to the end, Murong Fu was confident that he could still recover from his injuries for several months. A miserable victory.

But at this moment, Murong Fu asked himself, there was no chance of winning, no chance of winning at all!

Not to mention Jiumozhi himself, any red-robed lama standing behind him would not bring as much oppression to Murong Fu as Duan Yanqing.

If Duan Yanqing is used as the unit of measurement, Murong Fu believes that Duan Yanqing can win without having to use the two hidden trump cards of Liumai and Beiming.

Two Duan Yanqings, then they have to go all out and use all their cards to have a chance of winning.

If there were three, then Murong Fu could only bully Lao Duan because of his inconvenient legs and feet.

On the opposite side, the three "Duan Yanqing" stood there calmly and calmly, motionless as a mountain, obviously not looking like they had any inconvenience on their legs and feet.

What's more, there is Jiumozhi, who looks solemn on the surface, but actually restrains his two subordinates with one move.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.

Alone and alone, it is difficult to support a tree alone!

The four generals are actually not weak, and together they can compete with the three villains except Duan Yanqing, but they are not enough to face the top masters. Except for Gong Yeqian, who can perform a few moves under the top masters, the rest Several of them were killed in one move.

As for grassroots combat strength?

Before Murong Bo faked his death, the Murong family had been secretly gathering orphans and refugees from all over the country, trying to build a powerful army of dead soldiers who were only loyal to the Murong family. However, since Murong Bo faked his death, this army has lost The leader on the surface is a time bomb in his hand. When it explodes, it will be a catastrophe that destroys the family and exterminates the family. The key is that Murong Fu was too young at the time and had no ability to control it, so he had to use this force to control it. The team that had grown to a certain size was disbanded.

Every time Murong Fu thought about this incident, he wanted to scold Murong Fu and his son for being stupid.

What is the difference between planning a rebellion in a place like Jiangsu and Zhejiang and looking for poor people in Dubai in future generations?

Not to mention that this is a place where the Song Dynasty has a strong influence. From the bottom to the gentry, few people will follow you. If you train troops under the eyes of the imperial court, can it be so special?

Murong Fu regretted it now.

He decided that if he could overcome this difficulty this time, he must build an armed force of his own. As for the method, there were many, and it would definitely not be the stupid routine of Murong Bo's previous direct training of troops.

But no matter what happens in the future, it will be impossible if the matter here is not settled today.

If it were just Murong Fu himself, he wouldn't mind competing with Jiumozhi in Qinggong and Kung Fu, but now he has a large family and a hostage - Duan Yu.

After all, Duan Duanzi saved him last time and was still his de facto ally and the heir of the Duan family in Dali. It would be fine if he didn't see it. Now that he was kidnapped in front of him, how could he still see death? Save?

Murong Fuke did not think at all that the eminent monk with a solemn treasure in front of him was a kind-hearted person.

After all, if a guy dares to do something like burning a living person to death with his own hands, you can't expect his conscience to find out and not hurt innocent people. You must know that this guy used a flaming knife to wipe out the black sect and killed countless so-called "heretics" when he was in Tubo. In the original work, he did a lot of sneak attacks and plots. Ding Chunqiu, the old monster from Xingxiu, is wearing a cassock!

This is not a comedy character in the 97 version of Tianlong who never killed anyone from beginning to end and gave experience to the protagonist group everywhere.

The atmosphere in the house was strange and calm. Seeing the current state of the two parties, people who didn't know what was going on thought that Murong Fu, the noble son, had invited Jiumozhi and other monks to come to the house to give sermons and that the two parties were discussing Buddhist principles.

In fact, Murong Fu felt that if he didn't get into trouble today, he would really be saved by physics.

Although the waterside pavilion was well ventilated, Murong Fu still felt hot and dry. He knew that this was the feeling caused by the uneasiness in his heart. He had uttered a sentence in Tianlong Temple before: Master, come here often when you have time.

Unexpectedly, Master, you are still a real person. You come as soon as you come, and you even brought several people with you.

Murong Fu wanted to cry but had no tears.

"The best Longjing tea is only three kilograms in the whole of Suzhou this year. The master has come all the way, so he must not be adapted to the climate in the south of the Yangtze River. It is also good to drink three or four more cups."

Murong Fu smiled slightly and took a sip of tea in front of Jiumozhi.

After reciting the sutra for a long time, Jiumozhi was indeed a little thirsty, so he picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip, put down the tea cup and said: "Master Murong, the poor monk's coming this time has indeed disturbed the young master, the poor monk I can’t apologize to the young master.”

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then relieved.

What he just said about drinking three or four cups is actually a satire on Jiumozhi, who is vulgar and ignorant of etiquette. There has always been a saying about drinking tea: one cup is for tea, two cups is for quenching summer heat and quenching thirst, three cups and four cups are for drinking tea. To drink from the cow, drink from the donkey. The emphasis is on knowing and stopping, which coincides with the Confucian principles of self-cultivation and destiny.

Murong Fu only thought that he could not defeat his opponent, and he could gain a small mental victory by sarcastically mocking his opponent. However, he forgot that the opponent was also a top scholar and was proficient in Chinese and Tibetan culture. With his small thoughts, he could easily be defeated by others. See it through.

Murong Fu was not embarrassed when his little thoughts were exposed. After all, he was the victim today. Morally, he was acting from the commanding heights.

Why do you feel so inexplicably attracted to a certain transportation team captain in your previous life? The enemies have all reached their hometown and they don’t even dare to formally declare war. They are still making moral condemnation and condemnation. Isn’t it the same for me? All his men were lying on the ground, and he could only patiently drink tea with the enemy.

There is no way, I can't beat him, I don't dare to move, I don't dare to move.

All he can do now is to delay as much time as possible, waiting for the people he sent to notify Mrs. Wang to bring reinforcements quickly. Mrs. Wang's own strength is nothing, but Murong Fu has a cousin who is currently in Suzhou The official relationship between the Wang family and the Murong family in Suzhou City is the prefect. This relationship has been managed by Mrs. Wang before.

As long as we can hold out until the officers and soldiers come, the crisis will naturally be resolved. Although the group of soft-legged shrimps of the Song Dynasty soldiers can basically only consume the infuriating energy of the national master's flame sword, but no matter how incompetent the group of soldiers are, they still represent the great power of the Song Dynasty. At the official level of the Song Dynasty, it would not be a trivial matter if Jiumozhi blatantly exchanged fire with the other party.

So, in one word, drag!

Pretending to be crazy and acting stupid, talking about it right and left, waiting for change!

"Master is joking. Master and my father were my father's best friends during his lifetime. Murong Fu will be the one to perform the ceremony as a junior, and the senior is here. How can Murong Fu find it rude?"

After saying that, he gave Jiumozhi another cup of tea, and held it in front of Jiumozhi with his own hands. However, he only leaned his upper body slightly, and his whole body did not move. He held the teacup in one hand and handed it to Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi subconsciously wanted to take it over. Seeing Murong Fu's posture, he narrowed his eyes slightly and retracted the hand he was about to extend. Then he secretly used his strength to wrap his palm with the inner power of the flame knife, and slowly He stretched out his hand to pinch the edge of the tea cup, then quietly exerted a gentle force, and at the same time gently tapped Murong Fu's wrist with his thumb, trying to remove the strength Murong Fu had on the tea cup and at the same time let Murong Fu eat. Small loss.

Murong Fu had already expected that as soon as this force touched the edge of the teacup, Dou Zhuan Xing Shi was activated to remove the force. At the same time, the internal force of the flame knife was also absorbed by the Beiming Divine Art.

Jiumozhi originally expected to take down Jiumozhi with one blow, but was easily resolved by Murong Fu. A storm surged in his heart. After saying goodbye, Murong Fu made rapid progress. In just a few months, he turned from a useless person who was easily manipulated by him. A top player who can compete with himself.

Immediately, the initial trace of contempt in his heart turned into fear, and his desire to directly capture the other party also faded a bit.

Knowing that his purpose of intimidating his opponent had been achieved, Murong Fu did not push any further. He immediately held the teacup in both hands and placed it in front of Jiumozhi: "Master, are you blaming this junior for being rude? Yes, this junior's act of serving tea with one hand just now is indeed true." This is extremely rude, and I have to apologize to Master for this."

Jiumozhi remained silent and stared at Murong Fu. There were heavy clouds outside the waterside pavilion, and a heavy rain was inevitable.