Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

"Brother Xiao Yi, how are you doing?"

Murong Fu didn't feel embarrassed when his identity was revealed. At this moment, he also recognized that the young beggar who had just spoken was one of the two people standing guard outside the ruined temple that day, but it was dark at the time and he couldn't see clearly.

The person who just had a drink and had a good time with everyone was actually Nan Murong, who was very kind to the Beggar Clan. This really surprised and delighted everyone. Why would they care that the other party used a pseudonym just now?

This principle is like going out for a drink alone and chatting happily with the unknown drinking buddy at the next table. When you left, you exchanged business cards and found out that the other person was a scholar you have always admired. Are you surprised at this time? Or are you complaining in your heart that the other person deliberately did not tell you his true identity?

"Hahahaha, Mr. Murong, you have concealed the pain of being a beggar! You will be punished with three bowls of wine!" Wu Changfeng smiled heartily. Although his words were reproachful, there was no hint of anger in his tone.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "You are right, you deserve to be punished, you deserve to be punished!"

Then he ordered the waiter to fetch three large bowls, arrange them in a row on the table, and pour three large bowls of white wine into them.

This bowl weighed more than a kilogram at least, and the three bowls added up to four or five kilograms. Without blinking an eye, Murong Fu picked up a bowl, raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp. By doing this, he drank three bowls. , but he didn’t change his face when they met, he didn’t breathe loudly, and he didn’t mean to be drunk at all.

All the beggars are happy. Wu Changfeng said happily: "Mr. Murong, I, Wu Changfeng, have made friends all my life, and I like people who are forthright and good at drinking the most. Today, I, Wu Changfeng, have made you my friend!"

Murong Fu laughed and said: "Okay, I, Murong Fu, will make friends with all the beggar gangs today. Unfortunately, we are not in Suzhou and there is no good wine. When you come to Gusu in the future, I will treat you to a drink of twenty-year-old barbecue." Knife, let’s all get drunk together!”

The beggars clapped their hands and applauded. Wu Changfeng sighed: "It's a pity that our Gang Leader Qiao is not here today. If he were here, he would definitely drink dozens of bowls with Brother Murong and never come back until he is drunk!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Changfeng slapped his thigh: "Oh, Gang Leader! How could I have forgotten this matter!" There was regret in his words, as if he had forgotten something important.

Murong Fu couldn't help but asked curiously: "Elder Wu, what is this extraordinary thing? I wonder if I can help?"

Wu Changfeng sighed: "This incident is also a misfortune for our Beggar Clan. In the past few days, my deputy gang leader, Ma, suddenly suffered from a serious illness. I asked many famous doctors in Luoyang for consultation, but no one could do anything. As a last resort, The leader of the gang ordered me to come and ask Doctor Xue to take action. I drove non-stop for three days. It doesn’t matter that I was sleepy and tired. It was really uncomfortable not drinking for the past three days. I had no choice but to pass by this pub just now. I had to stop and ask for a bowl of wine, so I met Mr. Murong."

As soon as this was mentioned, the atmosphere that was warm just now suddenly cooled down. All the beggars were sighing and looking sad.

Murong Fu's heart "thumped".

Something happened to Ma Dayuan?

His first reaction was that Kang Min was a monster created by this poisonous woman. If it weren't for this person, the disputes in Tianlong Wulin would have been reduced by at least half.

How much did Murong Fu hate this woman? Let's put it this way, because of Kang Min, Murong Fu never had a high opinion of Duan Zhengchun. Having many lovers is considered romantic at best, but in this era, it doesn't mean anything. The key is to shovel all the smelly fish and rotten shrimp into the bowl, which is really tasteless.

So he asked: "May I ask what symptoms your deputy gang leader, Ma, is suffering from?"

The beggars looked at each other, and I looked at you, but they couldn't tell. Wu Changfeng sighed: "The strange thing is here. At first, it was said that Brother Dayuan only felt the cold occasionally. For ordinary people, this is nothing, but among us martial arts practitioners, especially those with profound internal strength, none of us are physically weak. Far more than ordinary people? Even if you spend a day and night naked outside the house in the twelfth lunar month of winter, you may not catch a cold, let alone this time of year?

But everyone didn’t take it to heart at first. After all, although the leader of our Beggar Clan is Brother Qiao Feng, the leader usually has a free and easy temperament and only makes decisions personally on major matters. On weekdays, all the trivial matters in the gang are handled by Deputy Gang Leader Ma. I guess it was due to overwork and overwork. The brothers only asked Brother Dayuan to take care of themselves. But I never thought that after half a month, it would become heavier day by day. In the end, he was bedridden. Even the famous doctors who visited Luoyang couldn't figure out the reason. I had no choice but to come here day and night to ask for Doctor Xue. "

This is strange. It doesn't sound like the woman Kang Min is responsible. So what could it be?

"Oh," Wu Changfeng said regretfully, "Brother Murong, it was fun to drink with you today. But Wu Changfeng really has something important to attend to today, so I have no choice but to excuse myself. Another day, the brothers will definitely get drunk with you!"

As he said this, he called on everyone to get up.

Murong Fu said: "Since we are going to Doctor Xue's Manor and we happen to be on the way, let's go together!"

Then, he briefly explained how he brought the truth to seek medical treatment. After everyone heard this, their admiration became a little more serious, and they were happy to go along with him.

So everyone got up and left together. When they were about to go out, they heard a burst of gongs and drums not far away.

"Strange, is someone getting married?" A beggar asked doubtfully.

Everyone looked together and saw a group of nearly a hundred people in the distance, each wearing some strange clothes. At first glance, they did not look like people from the Central Plains.

At the front of the line, a band was arranged in two horizontal rows, occupying most of the street. Suona, flute, waist drum and other loud musical instruments are all available, no matter how loud or loud you want them to be. There were two rows of people following behind, each holding a basket in their hands. From time to time they reached into it, took out the petals and scattered them out.

Behind the band were two more rows of people holding various flags, with the seven characters "Xingxu Laoxian Ding Chunqiu" written in conspicuous fonts.

Four people were carrying a small sedan chair, on which was an old man wearing a large cloak. Although the old man's beard and hair are all white, and he is at least seventy or eighty years old, his face has smooth skin, like a boy in his mid-20s, with a true childish face. It's like a fairy coming out of the painting.

Next to the old man were two strong men. One person had a ferocious appearance, and the elder had a big nose like a lion. The other person was fat and looked like a stone mound, holding two iron rods in his hands. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, guarded the old man.

As they approached the inn, nearly a hundred people shouted in unison, as if they had rehearsed beforehand: "Old Immortal Xingxiu, the Dharma controls the Central Plains. Martial ginseng brings creation, virtue and beauty to the world. Old Immortal Xingxiu, has unparalleled magical power, unifying it for thousands of years." Jianghu!"