The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

Zhang Zhenren did not mention He Taichong, the current head of Kunlun, but He Zudao, the three sages of Kunlun a hundred years ago.

After meeting Murong Bai's eyes, he suddenly winked at Murong Bai, showing a bit of a naughty boy, and said, "You recognized my Wudang ladder Yun Zong, so why don't I recognize your Yunlong?" [-]% off?"

Murong Bai couldn't help laughing, for this martial arts senior, it is inevitable that he has a lot of affection.

It was only at this moment that Zhang Zhen opened his mouth to respond to Murong Bai's thank you earlier.

He smiled and said to Murong Bai, "Even if I didn't make a move just now, I'm afraid with your ability, those two monks can't do much harm to you, right?"

Murong Bai just smiled at this, noncommittal.

Of course he has a way to get rid of the two monks at the same time, but at this time it is meaningless even if he talks too much, so he simply doesn't explain much.

After answering with a smile with Zhang Zhenren, Chang Yuchun pointed to Chang Yuchun who was kneeling on the spot, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking at this time, and said to Zhang Zhenren, "Zhang Zhenren, why don't you go and see that person first?" Man."

The two of them took action today to save Chang Yuchun, so there was no reason not to talk at this time.

Even though Zhang Zhenren has physical and mental concerns about Chang Yuchun's Mingjiao origin, but thinking of Chang Yuchun's heroic performance of loyally protecting the Lord and resisting powerful enemies, and thinking that the wife married by his five disciples Zhang Cuishan is also from Mingjiao, he can't help letting go. I have a little prejudice in my heart.

He nodded at Murong Bai, and then sighed halfway, "He's a poor man."

The two came to Chang Yuchun, seeing the mournful and absent-minded appearance of the bearded man holding the boy's corpse tightly in his arms, they couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

Zhenren Zhang sighed again, and Murong Bai stepped forward and patted Chang Yuchun on the shoulder, "Brother, death cannot be brought back to life, for the time being..."

Opening his mouth, facing Chang Yuchun who looked like this in front of him, he couldn't utter so many words of persuasion in his heart. In the end, he could only spit out a few heavy words from his throat.

"My condolences."

Chang Yuchun's body couldn't help trembling as the word "sorry" fell into his ears, he turned his head to look at Murong Bai and Zhang Zhenren, with tears in his eyes, "You two benefactors..."

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

His own young master was killed by an arrow, and he was really ashamed of Zhou Ziwang's entrustment. At this time, Chang Yuchun wanted to die immediately, so he simply jumped into the river.

But the lord's revenge has not been avenged, and the Yuan thief Targaryen has not been expelled from China. As a disciple of the Ming Cult, he absolutely cannot die at this time.

He clenched his fist tightly, then closed his eyes suddenly, with a painful expression on his face, but he didn't know what to think.

Murong Bai understands that it is useless to say anything to Chang Yuchun at this time, everything has to be figured out by himself.

After patting him lightly on the shoulder again, he turned his head to look at Zhang Zhenren's face, "It's better to go back to the ferry and find a place to stay before we bother."

Master Zhang nodded slightly, then went to pick up the wooden oar that fell on the board of the boat, and gently paddled it into the river twice.

The boat moved accordingly, swaying towards the ferry where Zhang Wuji was.

There was only one wooden oar on the boat, Murong Bai saw that there was nothing left and right, so he walked to the stern, and came to Zhou Zhiruo who was kneeling and crying beside his father's body.

Today's Zhou Zhiruo is only eleven or twelve years old, and she only wears ordinary fisherman's clothes.

But even so, it can be seen that there will be some shadows of the country and the city in the future.

And because of the tears in my eyes at this moment, I saw the pitiful look, which made Murong Bai's heart soften a lot.

"Little sister, are you... all right?" Murong Bai squatted beside Zhou Zhiruo, gently smoothing the messy hair on her forehead, and asked.

Zhou Zhiruo saw that it was Murong Bai who came over, although she felt sad because of her father's death, she still hurriedly collected her mood and immediately wanted to get up and salute.

Zhou Zhiruo understood that if Murong Bai hadn't come here on a boat today, and the divine soldiers had descended from the sky, perhaps even she would not have been able to escape the fate of death.

She is a sensible person, grateful for Murong Bai's life-saving virtue, she opened her mouth with the word "Engong".

Even though being called benefactor by such a pretty little girl made Murong Bai feel a little ecstatic, but when he saw Zhou Zhiruo's dead father's body, he suddenly felt a little bit sad.

In the end, I was still a little late...

With a secret sigh, Murong Bai took out a brocade handkerchief from his bosom, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, shook his head and said, "Don't call me a benefactor, but when the road is rough, you just draw your sword to help."

"Unfortunately, it's a step late."

Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo seemed about to refute, he quickly stretched out a finger, put it in front of her lips, and persuaded, "It's settled like this. My name is Zhao Hao, and I am a disciple of Kunlun, but I often use the name Murong Bai when I travel around the world, so , you can call me Big Brother Zhao, or Brother Murong, you don’t need to call me En Gong.”

He told Zhou Zhiruo all his real names and aliases, but after he finished speaking, Murong Bai only thought about it for a while, but added with a smile, "Of course, I'd rather hear you call me Brother Murong."

"However, you must not let outsiders know that I am Brother Murong."

Murong Bai's words were extremely difficult to pronounce, and they sounded a little out of his head.

But Zhou Zhiruo nodded heavily when she heard the words, and she secretly remembered it in her heart.

Not only did he remember Murong Bai's so-called real name "Zhao Hao", but he also recited the words Murong Bai several times in his heart, making sure that he would never forget it in this life.

But after all, she is still an eleven or twelve-year-old girl. Although she suppressed many questions in her heart, after looking at Murong Bai's smiling face, she couldn't help but ask a lot, and said, "How can a person be alone?" Can you have two names at the same time?"

Murong Bai smiled and said, "Why not, some people have more than ten names."

What he said is that in the present world, anyone in the information age has many accounts, and each account has a corresponding nickname.

Counting it all together, a person has more than a dozen names, which is really not a lie.

Chapter 124

Chapter 124

Thinking of his past experiences in this world, Murong Bai couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.

Although Zhou Zhiruo didn't know anything about it, she held back the doubts in her heart this time, and didn't ask any more questions.