Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

At the same time Murong Fu spoke, he protected Aguda behind him. A bunch of hidden weapons were knocked down, and various sleeve arrows and iron darts fell to the ground.

Murong Fu was about to breathe a sigh of relief when a silver light flashed in the distance, and then a silver rain came towards him. Murong Fu didn't have time to think, and used his instinct to push the qi and change the strength. The oncoming silver light was stimulated by this true qi, and it changed direction and scattered in the original direction.

There was a slight crackling sound from the treetops not far away, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. Several white figures fell from the treetops, creating several snow pits in the snow. Several other figures quickly came down from the trees, and after a few quick moves, they disappeared into the vast snowfield.

Aguda had walked on the edge of life and death, but he didn't care at all, and said with a smile: "Murong, you are very skilled!"

Murong Fu smiled helplessly: "If my skills were not as good as yours, you would have been beaten into a hedgehog by now."

"In your opinion, where do these people come from?"

Aguda asked.

Murong Fu said: "I don't know, but I guess it's your enemy."

Aguda was surprised: "You don't know how to say he is my enemy? Maybe he is your enemy?"

"Impossible, my enemies can't be dealt with so easily." Murong Fu smiled confidently.

Aguda shook his head helplessly: "Okay, that makes sense. Let's see what happened to those corpses."

After saying that, he was about to go forward to check the situation, but Murong Fu stopped him with his hand: "The body may be poisonous, you step back, I will do it."

Murong Fu took a few steps forward, circulated his Qi throughout his body, and was on guard at all times. Fortunately, the expected change did not happen. Murong Fu turned out a small iron plate from the chest of a corpse. A line of words on the iron plate made Murong Fu's eyes focus.

Aguda came over and asked, "What's written on this iron plate?"

"The flag of the Imperial City Division of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhang Yishi."

"What Imperial City Division?"

Murong Fu shook his head and said with a smile: "Nothing, just a small sect in the Central Plains. I don't know why you came all the way here."

Aguda laughed and said, "So, we were just unlucky and ran into this?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Who said it wasn't?"

Murong Fu and Aguda continued to move forward until dark. Seeing that the snow was getting heavier, it was impossible to rest in the open air. They could only try to find a cave to rest, but they could not find one in the end.

They walked until midnight, and Murong Fu, with his sharp eyes, finally discovered a little fire coming from a valley ahead.

Murong Fu said, "It looks like there should be someone there, maybe some mountain travelers traveling together. Let's go up and ask if we can stay overnight. It's snowing heavily, and it would be very uncomfortable to lie in the snow all night."

The two walked less than three miles before finally arriving at a camp.

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When they were still more than thirty steps away from the campfire, Murong Fu and the other man were stopped.

Murong Fu went up to greet him and said with a smile, "Old man! My brother and I are ginseng collectors who went into the mountains. We walked a lot and didn't find a place to rest along the way. We just saw the bonfire here, so we came here together. I wonder if you can do us a favor and let us stay here for one night?"

The man who came was an old man who looked to be about sixty years old. He wore a felt hat and was wrapped in mink fur. He looked at Murong Fu and the other man with a pair of sharp eyes like a hawk, and then softened his gaze. He laughed and said, "Who in this world can still have a house on their head? Since the two young men have nowhere to rest, it would be okay for you to rest here for a night."

Murong Fu was overjoyed and said with a smile: "In that case, thank you very much, old man."

So Murong Fu and the other two were invited to the campfire. The people who were traveling with the old man glanced at Murong Fu and the other two and ignored them.

The old man took out two ceramic bowls, filled two bowls of soup from the iron pot on the campfire and handed them to Murong Fu and Aguda. Murong Fu and Aguda thanked him and drank the soup with the old man's kind smile.

The old man asked, "Looking at your appearance, you don't look like someone from outside the Great Wall. Where is your hometown? What's your name?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "You have a good eye, old man. I am indeed not from outside the Great Wall. The man traveling with me is Brother Yan Wen. My last name is Su, with the cursive character Mu. This time I came to the Great Wall to order a batch of high-quality mountain products. Because the customer needs them urgently and the supplier lives in a remote place, I am in such a dilemma. I really have to thank you very much today, old man."

The old man said, “So that’s how it is.”

After that, they chatted casually for a while. As it got darker, the old man arranged a tent for Murong Fu and the other man, and the rest of the people went back to their tents to rest.

Aguda waited for the people to leave, walked to the tent and looked around. After making sure that there was no one, he returned to the tent and said to Murong Fu: "Murong, I think there is something wrong with these people."

Murong Fu smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Aguda said, "I believe you have noticed that when the two of us approached, except for the old man who was in the lead and seemed relatively calm, the others were looking at us with a wary look. Moreover, the sleeves of several of them were very wide, suitable for hiding weapons. Only you Central Plains warriors would use weapons that can be hidden in the sleeves. This kind of clothing is not suitable for the cold climate outside the Great Wall. But I see that these people are not afraid of the cold at all. I remember that when I first met you, you were the same. This shows that these people have high internal strength. In connection with the attack we encountered when we left Da Teng Gorge at noon today, I suspect that these two groups of people are from the same group."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Smart, good observation. But there is one thing you didn't mention. The two bowls of soup we drank were drugged with knockout drugs. Calculating the time, it should be about to break out. We have to lie down."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aguda felt dizzy and his eyelids seemed to be pressed down by a mountain. He muttered, "Strange, strange, I only drank one sip, how can the effect be so strong?" Before he could finish his words, the tall figure staggered backwards.

Murong Fu glanced at Aguda and said with a smile, "Because not only was the soup drugged, but the fire was also poisoned."

After saying this, he fell back and fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the two of them had been tied up tightly with cowhide ropes and piled together back to back.

In front of him was a group of old men. At this moment, the old man in the lead had lost his previous kindness, and a fierce light flashed in his hawk-like eyes.

He asked in a cold voice: "I don't care who you are. Now you are poisoned, and you can't raise any energy in your body. And you are tied up with three layers of cowhide ropes. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can't make any waves. You'd better be honest. When I ask a question, you should answer it truthfully."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Okay, I'll tell the truth."