Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Ding Chunqiu was just enjoying the professional flattery business of his disciples when he was suddenly scolded by Wu Changfeng. This feeling is like the cold winter, when you are lazily curled up in the quilt without even thinking of lifting a finger, someone lifts the quilt off your head, and a basin of cold water hits your head.

Even the most well-educated person cannot bear this situation, let alone Ding Chunqiu. His white jade-like face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, and his beard was like a reed in the wind, trembling constantly. How could he still have the slightest trace of the fairy demeanor he had just now?

I saw his eyes slightly narrowed, and his eyes were locked on Wu Changfeng and his group like poisonous snakes staring at their prey. After a long time, he snorted coldly and laughed: "I thought it was a wild dog barking from somewhere, but it turned out to be The lonely ghost of the Beggar Clan. What? The old beggar is tired of living and has come to the old immortal to seek death?"

Before he finished speaking, a group of flattering disciples already played the music loudly.

Without waiting for Wu Changfeng and others to reply, Ding Chunqiu waved his hand, and a stream of white smoke escaped from his wide sleeves, heading straight for Wu Changfeng and his party. Even though it was smoke, it was incredibly fast. According to Ding Chunqiu's ruthless character, it is obviously not something that just makes people suffer.

Wu Changfeng and others were shocked. The speed of the white smoke was too fast and the distance was so close. It was inevitable to avoid it. Seeing that the smoke was about to reach the group of people, Wu Changfeng and others' lives were only a matter of seconds before a water arrow shot out and met the white smoke.

As soon as the water arrow came into contact with the white smoke, the white smoke disappeared quickly like the ebbing sea water, and the water arrow carried the remaining potential energy and rushed towards Ding Chunqiu. The sudden change caught Ding Chunqiu off guard and he had to hurriedly grab the nearest disciple and block him in front of him.

The water arrow hit the disciple and knocked him staggering. Then his eyes widened in horror and his mouth opened, but no sound came out. His head tilted and there was no more movement.

Several Xingxiu disciples who were close to him were shocked when they saw that their fellow disciples suddenly died tragically in front of them. Now, I no longer care about beating the drums or singing hymns. Everyone screamed and dispersed, and for a while, it became more lively than before.

Ding Chunqiu was so angry that he roared: "Whoever takes another step, I will kill him first!"

As soon as these words came out, it was as if a restraining talisman had been placed on all the disciples. The disciples who had been running away just now froze in place.

The disciples were afraid of their master's power and did not dare to run away again, but the flattering sounds that were deafening before were all silenced. Musical instruments such as flutes and suonas were scattered all over the floor.

Veins popped up on Ding Chunqiu's forehead. He took several deep breaths before suppressing the anger in his heart.

He glared at the culprit who caused all this - a young man in rich clothes holding a wine bowl in his hand.

After a long time, the cold look on his face suddenly dissipated, and he smiled and said to the young master, "I don't know what to call this friend?"

Mr. Jinyi smiled and said: "I don't dare to be friends, I am Murong Fu in Gusu. Today I can see Mr. Ding's power, which is a great blessing in my life. I am lucky to meet you."

It turned out that something unexpected happened just now, and Murong Fu was empty-handed and unable to save him, so he had to grab a bowl of wine from the hands of the onlookers and threw it at the white smoke. What seemed like a random splash actually contained exquisite techniques and pure inner strength, and it directly blocked Ding Chunqiu's poison. It was the Murong family's method of "returning to the other side the same way as the other side."

Wu Changfeng and others were surprised and happy to have escaped death. They were about to thank Murong Fu when Murong Fu waved his hands to signal everyone to be silent. Wu Changfeng and others then remained silent and waited to see how Murong Fu would behave.

Ding Chunqiu was shocked and angry. What surprised him was that the person opposite him was actually Gusu Murongfu, and the method the other party showed just now really frightened him. What made him angry was that the other party made sarcastic remarks. It was Murong Fu who clearly took advantage of him, but Ding Chunqiu lost face and said "Mr. Ding is so powerful".

He has lived in Xingxiu Sea for more than ten years, and all the disciples around him are not flattering in different ways, not to say sarcastic words. Even if Ding Chunqiu glares at him, he will be so frightened that he will be paralyzed, kowtow to plead guilty, and beg the master to appease his anger. Now that he was being humiliated one after another, the nameless karma in Ding Chunqiu's heart burned so high that he wished he could eat the people in front of him alive.

When he came, he laughed and said: "It turns out to be Mr. Murong. I'm glad to meet you. Since you are from Gusu, why don't you stay at home? Why are you here?"

Wu Changfeng said: "This is our land of the Song Dynasty! Mr. Murong, as a member of the Song Dynasty, can go wherever he wants. And you, Ding Chunqiu, will be punished by everyone in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. I don't want to hide in your starry sea." But why did you bring your bastard head into our Song Dynasty?"

Seeing Ding Chunqiu's face distorted, Murong Fu said with a smile: "Mr. Ding, these friends of mine speak more frankly, don't blame me, don't blame me!"

If it were before, he really didn't want to face Ding Chunqiu, but now, he is really not afraid of Ding Chunqiu. Except for Ding Chunqiu's poisonous skills, which is a bit troublesome, nothing else is really a big problem.

"It turns out that these poor beggars are friends of Mr. Murong. How come Mr. Murong, a descendant of a noble family, has made friends with beggars? This is not good. Be careful of going astray!" His voice actually sounded like that of a beggar. The kind-hearted elders are like educating their younger descendants, which makes people feel good after hearing it and can't think of hostility.

Ding Chunqiu is a master of poisonous skills, and his methods are despicable and shameless, but he makes others beware of "leading him astray". It really makes people have a new understanding of the shamelessness of this old monster, but the strange thing is that no one feels it at all. It was against the rules, but I felt that he was right. For a moment, everyone in the Beggar Clan, including Wu Changfeng, actually felt a bit regretful in their hearts, blaming themselves for being rude to such an old man with "high moral character".

"Brothers, I'm offended!"

"Pa", "pa", "pa". A series of crisp slaps sounded, leaving a clear slap mark on everyone's cheek.

Everyone was shocked, as if they were waking up from a big dream. You looked at me, I looked at you, and for a while they couldn't even remember what happened just now. After the disciple who reacted quickly carefully recalled the dizzy feeling just now, he was shocked: "Just now, Ding Chunqiu used evil skills to control everyone's minds!"

Everyone was shocked and angry, only to realize that they had once again walked away from the gate of hell. If it hadn't been for Murong Fu's slap just now, everyone's lives would have been lost.

Both attempts were defused by Murong Fu. Ding Chunqiu no longer dared to underestimate the seemingly young Master Murong in front of him. Fear arose in his heart, and at the same time he thought secretly: "This person looks like he is no more than twenty-four or five years old, so how come he is so good at martial arts? Could it be that he has practiced some kind of martial arts to keep his appearance? His actual age is already over seventy years old? Impossible. None of my contemporaries in the martial arts world have ever heard of a master with this kind of skill?"