Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

In this time and space, everything is possible. After all, such a bizarre thing as traveling through time is no longer a problem. What could be more bizarre?

If it were a real historical time and space, Tubo would have been shattered into countless fragmented tribes by now, without a leader. Where could the Tubo National Master come from? The emperor of Xixia should not be Li Liangzuo, a short-lived ghost who only lived 26 years old in history. Therefore, it is not impossible that Song Zhezong had a hothead and did something to his successor, right?

Jiumozhi pondered for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Murong Fu's analysis was reasonable and credible. Although he was convinced, he was also shocked that the other party could control the current situation so accurately at such a young age. It really opened Jiumozhi's eyes and he couldn't help but look at the other party deeply.

"So, when Tibet and the Song Dynasty attack Xixia at the same time, Master Murong can take advantage of it, fish in troubled waters, and use the name of the Xixia Crown Princess to take the Xixia court into his own hands?" Jiumozhi said.

Murong Fu nodded: "That's right."

"Young master is very scheming. In this case, once the young master takes control of the Xixia court, how can we convince the poor monk that the young master will not use the power of the Xixia country to deal with Tubo?" Jiumozhi sneered.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Then it depends on how rich the civil servants and generals of Tubo are. Whether they can get tangible benefits before the water that Murong Fu stirred up sinks!"

Murong Fu glanced at Jiumozhi coldly, and the sudden change in his momentum made the other person shudder violently.

"Master, if you are really in trouble, Murong Fuda can work harder and cross the snowy plateau. Talk to the Lord of Tubo in person, and plant some life and death talismans for His Majesty. Master, as the top master of Tubo, protects My master’s martial arts skills are nothing more than this, I wonder if I can defeat Murong Fu’s twenty moves with my master’s martial arts skills at this moment?”

"If Murong Fu dared to imitate the master's riot at Tianlong Temple and went to Dalun Temple in Daxue Mountain, I wonder if anyone in Tibet could stop him?"

Murong Fu stared at Jiumozhi coldly. For a moment, Jiumozhi felt as if he was being stared at viciously by a poisonous snake spitting out snake messages. A chill crawled up his spine. Thinking of the terrible possibility mentioned by the other party, he actually jumped over it. The more I think about it, the more reasonable it becomes.

"Is this a threat?" Jiumozhi gritted his teeth.

"This is not a threat, this is a fact!" Murong Fu sneered.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified. Suddenly, Murong Fu laughed: "Master, why should you be serious? I just saw that Master was too nervous, so I just made a joke to lighten the atmosphere!"

Jiumozhi also burst out laughing at the right time: "Hahaha, Mr. Murong is really good at joking." He gritted his two rows of teeth tightly and squeezed out laughter from between his teeth.

Seeing that the stick was swung in place, Murong Fu softened his tone and said to Jiumozhi: "Now all these plans are nothing but the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror. No matter what Murong Fu promised the master, how can he guarantee that it will be fulfilled in the future? "

Jiumozhi was silent for a moment: "You are right."

Murong Fu said: "But Murong Fu promised that once Murong Fu succeeds in Xixia, within one month, the Murong family and his subordinate forces will not intervene in the dispute between Tubo and Xixia. What do you think of this condition, master?"

Jiumozhi's eyes flashed: "What if the young master regrets it later?"

Murong Fu said: "Master can send people to follow Murong Fu."

Jiumozhi thought for a while and felt that this method was feasible. However, after a moment, he snorted coldly and said, "Young Master is really good at calculating!"

Murong Fu smiled and said: "No matter how the final battle with Tibet is, Murong Fu will never regret the profit of 10% of Tubo's salt that he promised before."

"Okay, then the poor monk will wait for the good news from the young master!"

At this time, the Northern Kingdom was already a world of glass.

Snowflakes, as big as goose feathers, hid the entire Xingping Mansion in silence.

In a courtyard northwest of Xingping Mansion, there was a lively scene at this time.

In the small red clay stove, the charcoal fire was bright red, and hot wine was rolling above the fire. The table was set with several plates of exquisite home-cooked dishes. The two of them sat across from each other, drinking wine one glass after another.

Murong Fu filled a glass of wine for the big man in yellow who was sitting across from him, and said with a smile: "The weather is cold, so cold wine may hurt your health. Brother Xiao is a heavy drinker, so I'm afraid he won't be able to enjoy himself with such a small cup."

The tall man in yellow clothes across from him was eight feet tall, with eyebrows as thick as paint, and he looked majestic. He was Xiao Feng, who had not been seen in the world for a long time, and the former leader of the Beggar Clan, Qiao Feng.

Xiao Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Now, among the old friends in the past, there is only one brother Murong left in the world who is still willing to drink with Xiao like this. Those brothers who used to drink from big bowls are now the same. Stranger. A big bowl of booze is not as tasty as this small cup of drink."

Although the truth of the Xingzilin incident has been revealed, Xiao Feng's identity as a Khitan cannot be denied. In today's world, the defense of Hu and Han is far superior to that of later generations. Not to mention that the Beggar Clan cannot let a Khitan lead the beggars. Even those wealthy people who were friends with Xiao Feng in the past chose to separate their seats with him without exception. Xiao Feng had not avenged his biological parents and did not want to drag down his adoptive parents. He had been wandering in the rivers and lakes these days. It was Murong Fu who spent a lot of time to find him and let him come to Xixia.

Murong Fu patted Xiao Feng's shoulder and said: "Brother Xiao, don't be depressed. When the Xixia incident is over, Brother Yu will personally accompany Brother Xiao to the stone wall of Lingjiu Palace to learn about the stone wall martial arts. I believe that with Brother Xiao's talent, he will be able to do it in a short time With great improvement in internal strength, I will avenge my parents’ blood feud with that old monk Xuanci.”

When he mentioned the murderer of his parents, Xiao Feng couldn't help but a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he drank the glass of wine silently.

After drinking for three rounds, Xiao Feng stood up and said goodbye: "I'm almost done drinking, so I immediately set off for Master Chuang's camp. In less than ten days, I will definitely be able to unite the people to support Brother Murong."

Murong Fu didn't hold back and stood up to see him off: "Then we will all rely on Brother Xiao's strength!"

Murong Fu certainly didn't invite Xiao Feng over just to have a drink with him.

Now, under the secret operation of Murong Fu, thousands of young men have been recuperating for a while and are no longer the cannon fodder that couldn't even eat. There are many people who are good at fighting among them.

However, Murong Fu still could not completely trust such a force related to the overall situation to a veteran Youzi.

Xiao Feng ascended to the position of leader of the Beggar Clan in his early twenties, and brought the Beggar Clan, a vassal of Shaolin, to its peak, to the point that it aroused Xuan Ci's vigilance, and it only took a few years for him to commit evil acts.

It would be perfect for him to look at that veteran Youzi.

The door opened, and a burst of snowflakes as big as goose feathers rushed into the house with air conditioning. Xiao Feng strode into the snow and walked straight to the southeast corner.

Winter snow marks the departure of the old year.

When the spring thunder explodes next year, the situation will change.