Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

The old man's hawk-like eyes swept coldly across Murong Fu's face. He quickly concealed a trace of surprise, but doubts arose in his heart: the young man's reaction seemed a little too indifferent, not at all like the reaction of a person whose life was in the hands of others.

However, this doubt only lasted for a moment before he threw it behind his mind: he was probably pretending to be calm. Not to mention that he was just a dandy boy with no martial arts skills, even if he was a top-notch master, he would lose all his skills if he was hit by the Ten Fragrance Muscle Softening Powder, a treasured item in the imperial palace.

The old man snorted coldly and said, "You'd better not play tricks, otherwise, I will let you see my methods!"

The old man said, "Tell me, what is your real name? Where are you from? Don't tell me your alias. If you tell me another lie, I'll cut off your tongue."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "I dare not, I dare not. I am Murong Fu, from Gusu."

The old man was stunned for a moment before he said, "Nan Murong?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Thanks to my friends in the martial arts world for giving me this nickname. It's nothing to mention."

The old man sneered and said, "It's true that the reputation is not as good as it seems. The reputation sounds good, but it's nothing special in reality."

After a pause, he continued, "Mr. Murong, why don't you stay in the gentle and wealthy hometown of Gusu in my Great Song Dynasty? Why did you travel thousands of miles to this bitter and cold place to suffer?"

Murong Fu smiled helplessly: "My wife is pregnant. In order to nourish her vitality, I came here to find a thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng."

"You are quite a passionate person. Who is that barbarian who came with you?"

Murong Fu said: "This brother is called Wanyan Aguda, the second brother of Wuyashu, the leader of the Wanyan tribe of the Jurchens. This time he is accompanying me as a guide."

The old man looked at Murong Fu carefully for a few times, and found that the other party had a calm expression and did not seem to be pretending at all. However, after going through so much trouble and even using the Ten Fragrance Softening Muscle Powder, the other party's actions had nothing to do with him and others, which made him feel a little depressed.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Since I have explained the situation to you, Senior, I wonder if you could answer a few of my questions as well?"

The old man was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the other party to be so calm in such a dangerous situation. If his previous calmness might have been pretended, then taking the initiative to ask questions now was really eye-catching.

The old man said sarcastically, "Good, good concentration. Although your martial arts are not worthy of the reputation, your character is worthy of the name of a great man. Well, as long as it does not involve any key secrets, I will answer you."

Murong Fu said, "Thank you very much, Senior. May I know your name?"

The old man asked, "Why? Are you trying to find out my methods and planning to use your Murong family's 'returning the favor' tactics against me? Can you still use your Murong family's tactics in your current state?"

"My last name is Zheng. As for my origins, Master Murong, you may as well take a guess."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Could it be Senior Zheng Jiuying, who is known as the 'Sacred Eagle of the Northern Frontier'?"

The old man's eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "Mr. Murong is well-versed in many fields, and his reputation is well-deserved. Yes, I am Zheng Jiuying."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "This is strange. Senior Zheng is from the Liao Dynasty, so why is he working for the Imperial City Department of the Song Dynasty? Is he coveting the wealth of the Southern Dynasty?"

Zheng Jiuying's face turned pale with anger: "How do you know I'm the official of the Imperial City Bureau of the Great Song Dynasty?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Oh, when I passed by Da Teng Gorge, I encountered a few small fish from the Imperial City Division who attacked me, and I dealt with them. I just thought of this, so I tried it out. I didn't expect that even though Mr. Zheng is old, he is so impatient."

"you!"

Murong Fu said: "The duties of the Imperial City Department of the Great Song Dynasty are to maintain the public security of Bianjing and gather intelligence from all sides. They also do some dirty work that is not convenient for officials to do. I don't know why Mr. Zheng came to Liao State?"

Zheng Jiuying's eyes turned cold: "You ask too many questions!"

Murong Fu smiled: "I understand, I understand. Now I am the fish on the chopping board, sir, so I should be aware of it."

Zheng Jiuying sneered: "It's good that you know."

Murong Fu said: "I just wonder how you plan to deal with this piece of fish meat of mine?"

Zheng Jiuying said, "Mr. Murong is, after all, a young hero who is well-known in the martial arts world of the Great Song Dynasty, and he comes from a prominent family. Wouldn't it be a waste of talent if he wasted his life wandering in the martial arts world? Why don't you work for the Great Song Dynasty Imperial City Bureau?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "I appreciate Mr. Zheng's kindness. But even though Murong Fu is useless, he is not interested in working under a eunuch. I'm sorry that I cannot follow your kindness."

Zheng Jiuying said: "It seems that Master Murong is not going to accept this toast."

Murong Fu said, "How about this, Mr. Zheng, tell me first, what is the purpose of the Imperial City Bureau coming to the North with such fanfare? Perhaps I can consider your suggestion?"

Zheng Jiuying laughed: "Master Murong, are you still dreaming? Not to mention that you are now tied up with three cow tendon ropes and poisoned by the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder. Even if you are well prepared and boast, you may not be able to defeat this old man's Eagle Claw Skill that I have practiced for forty years and the eighteen masters of the Imperial Palace that I have trained!"

Murong Fu said, "Oh, that makes sense. Mr. Zheng, why don't we make a bet?"

Zheng Jiuying asked curiously, "Oh? You're in a good mood. In that case, I'll play with you. What's the bet?"

"Within three breaths, all eighteen of Mr. Zheng's colleagues will be dead. Mr. Zheng will be the only one left standing here. Then, we can have a good chat, shall we?"

Zheng Jiuying was stunned for a moment, then he clenched his teeth and squeezed out a laugh, saying, "Okay, then I'll learn from the Gusu Murong clan's unique skills."

"It's a word."

Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu's body shook, and the cow tendon rope instantly shattered into flying debris. Then he flicked his sleeves, and the fire in front of him went out immediately.

Zheng Jiuying had no time to react to the shock that the other party had actually escaped, and he suddenly fell into darkness. He saw only blackness in front of his eyes and thought to himself, "Not good!" He subconsciously reached forward with his pair of iron claws, but naturally caught nothing.

His heart suddenly sank into an ice hole, and he shouted: "Everyone be careful!" |

However, what responded to him was a series of muffled sounds. Although the intervals between them were extremely short, Zheng Jiuying had excellent hearing and could hear them clearly, exactly eighteen sounds, no more, no less.

Zheng Jiuying only felt as if there were countless ghosts lurking in the darkness, and he felt cold all over. In a moment, he felt that the days in the first half of his life combined were not as long as these few breaths.

The last muffled sound was heard, and almost at the same time, a spark splashed on the fire that had just been extinguished, and the raging fire instantly ignited again.

Murong Fu was clearly standing in the same place, but a bunch of people had fallen down around him. They were all Zheng Jiuying's men, and they were all silent at this moment without exception.