I, Murong Fu, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 55 068, Chong Ling enters Beijing

Murong Fu couldn't wait for Zuo Lengchan.

Only in the suburbs of Dengfeng County, by the side of a gazebo, I met a young man named "Zuo Ting" who claimed to be the son of Zuo Lengchan. ".

Murong Fu pretended to be dissatisfied, and said that he wanted to climb Shengguan Peak to meet the leader of the Zuo League.

That Zuo Ting was terrified, and accused Zuo Lengchan of hearing that there seemed to be a large-scale change in the Demon Sect, and in order to prevent the Demon Sect from causing chaos and killing innocent people, he mobilized all the masters of the Songshan School and rushed to Hebei to investigate the Demon Sect's movements...

Murong Fu was in awe and respect, and praised the leader of the Left Alliance for his urgency, generosity, and righteousness. There will be a gift in return, and then continue to the capital.

"Songshan School is quite rich!"

In the carriage, after counting the "native products" sent by the Songshan School, Murong Yun couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Isn't it quite rich?
Of the two boxes of native products, one box contained a hundred silver ingots, each weighing 20 taels.Another box is jewelry goods such as jade, precious stones, and gold ornaments.

Roughly estimated, the value of these two boxes of "Songshan local products" is no less than ten thousand taels of silver.

Murong Fu picked up a silver ingot, pinched the silver ingot with his thumb and forefinger, and easily tore off a corner of the silver. While flattening and rounding it with two fingers, he said leisurely:
"The Songshan School's fortune is all thanks to Zuo Lengchan. This person is indeed a great talent, and he managed the Songshan School so well."

Murong Yun looked at Murong Fu rubbing the broken silver casually, marveled at the terrible finger strength of her elder brother in her heart, and said in her mouth:
"It's just that I'm a little timid. I didn't even dare to meet my eldest brother in person, so I threw my son out to try."

Murong Fu shook his head:

"Zuo Lengchan is not cowardly. Back then in the Liu residence, I did not take lightly on people from the Songshan sect. He didn't know my temperament. If he came to see me in person, what if I was the kind... If you don't kill your enemies, you won't be able to sleep. Isn't he in danger? As the head of Songshan Mountain and the leader of the Five Sacred Mountains, he can't lose. Therefore, he can only avoid meeting me and send his son to show his sincerity , by the way, test my temperament."

"Then what if the eldest brother is really cruel and ruthless and abolishes his son?"

"For a hero like Zuo Lengchan, what's a dead son? It's worthwhile for him to use a son to find out my attitude and temperament."

"So the Songshan faction is not planning to take revenge?"

"Zuo Lengchan must have discovered some information and gave up revenge. Of course, he may also be saving up forbearance and sending Zuo Ting to give gifts, just to numb me... People's hearts are like the sea, unpredictable, what will Zuo Lengchan do? How do you think, who can say for sure?"

Murong Yun said: "If Zuo Lengchan really forbears and saves, he wants revenge in the future..."

Murong Fu chuckled:
"Don't care too much about other people's attitudes. In this world, one's own strength is king. As long as one can continue to be strong, even if others consciously accumulate enough, what can they do if they suddenly turn against each other? Raise your hand and slap to death.

"However, Zuo Lengchan is not a reckless man, nor has he always been so domineering. When the Songshan faction was weak, he was able to concentrate on his business, develop in a low-key manner, and not reveal himself.

"A smart person like him, if he still can't catch the opportunity, he can always bear it. No matter how much he hates in his heart, he will bear the blood and tears, and treat each other with a smile for the rest of his life..."

……

It was the end of autumn when passing through Dengfeng, and early winter when passing through Luoyang, with heavy frost and dew, cold wind and bleak wind.

I don't know when it started, it started to rain suddenly, and the rain hasn't stopped since then, and it has been pattering down for a while every day.

After every light rain, the weather will be a little cooler.

It started to rain again that day. Although the rain was not heavy, it was cold to the bones.

Murong Yun was wearing a bamboo hat, a coir raincoat, and a thin green shirt while driving outside.

Even though she is not yet sixteen, with her internal strength, she can still survive the cold and heat.

Qu Feiyan, who used to be the handlebar, wore a thin padded jacket and sat in the carriage practicing swordsmanship.

She was holding the dagger, with her elbows hanging in the air, she did not move at all, she flicked her forearm and wrist quickly, driving the dagger to make a chichi sound, and drew out sharp and cold lights, constantly attacking Murong Fu who was sitting opposite her.

Murong Fu sat in a relaxed posture, with a calm demeanor, holding a bamboo chopstick in his hand, dialing the block at will, and accurately intercepting each of Qu Feiyan's sword strikes.

After practicing for less than half an hour, Qu Feiyan's fair and pretty face gradually turned red, fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and his breathing became more rapid.

Seeing that she had reached her limit, Murong Fu moved quickly with his bamboo chopsticks, and broke through her three consecutive stabs, and then stuck to the spine of her sword and flicked it lightly. Murong Fu, when he came in front of him, the handle of the sword happened to fall into his palm, it looked like Qu Feiyan gave him the sword on his own initiative.

"Wipe off your sweat and take a break."

Qu Feiyan picked up the sweat towel, wiped off the sweat, and asked:
"Brother Mu, when you disarmed me just now, I felt strong, as if it belonged to me."

"You feel right. I didn't exert much force myself. Most of what disarmed you was your own strength."

"Is this a kung fu of borrowing strength?"

"good."

"Can you teach me?"

"Of course. Many of my disciples have learned this kind of kung fu. It's just that although this kung fu is just a skill, it's not easy to learn. If you have enough comprehension, you can practice at the beginning even when your kung fu is still shallow, and you can master some tricks with strength." But if the comprehension is not enough, you can only wait until your kung fu practice is deep enough, and use your body to comprehend it over and over again.”

"Brother Mu, don't worry, my understanding is definitely enough."

"hope so."

"By the way, Brother Mu, my 14th birthday is coming soon."

"What gift do you want?"

"That... on my birthday, can you accept me?"

"Feifei, do you really understand the meaning of 'accepted'?"

"Isn't it just sleeping on the same bed in the future, I'll help you warm the bed when it's cold, I'll fan you when it's hot, and I'll help you get dressed and washed when you get up... and so on?"

"That's all? What's the point?"

"The point? What is the point?"

"Ha ha……"

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. Have you rested yet? After resting, continue practicing."

"Oh." Qu Feiyan pouted, with a resentful expression on his face.

……

The carriage moved forward slowly in the cold wind and drizzle.

Murong Yun drove the car skillfully, avoiding puddles and puddles on the road.

Not far ahead, a white-haired old man in coir raincoat and bamboo hat drove towards him in a carriage.

Murong Yun politely nodded to the old man driving the car, and the old man smiled back and nodded.

When the two carriages passed by each other, in Murong Yun's carriage, there was the sound of sword cutting through the air again, while in the opposite carriage, there was a melodious sound of piano.

Soon, the two carriages staggered, one headed north to the capital, and the other headed south to Luoyang, gradually drifting away...

……

Hangzhou Mansion, West Lake.

Only 15 years old, Xieyuan Murongying of Xinke, Zhejiang Province, took a boat to swim in the West Lake in the same year as Yiqian.

In the evening, Murong Ying, who finished some entertainment, came to the porch alone, leaning on the railing to watch.

Not far ahead, there is a hill standing by the lake. Among the mountains and forests, there are faintly visible blue tiles and white walls, cornices and brackets.

Murong Ying raised her hand to draw a bow, pointed to the manor on the mountain and asked:
"Where is Meizhuang?"

The bow said:

"Go back to the second ancestor, that's exactly Meizhuang."

"There are many masters in Meizhuang?"

"Yes." The bow said: "The four owners of Meizhuang, known as the Four Friends of Jiangnan, are all top-notch masters. There are also two village heads, one is called 'One-word Electric Sword' Ding Jian, and the other is called Ding Jian. Shi Lingwei, the 'God of the Five Routes', was an expert who had a small reputation in the Jianghu in his early years."

Murong Ying asked with great interest:

"Brother asked you to monitor Meizhuang, because you are interested in the four Jiangnan friends in Meizhuang? Brother wants to recruit them?"

"No." The boatman said: "Although the four friends in the south of the Yangtze River have high martial arts skills, they are all romantic people who love piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they are members of the Devil's Cult. They are not the same as our Baishengmen. Besides, they are just prison bosses." That's all."

"Prisoner?" Murong Ying asked curiously, "Four first-class masters are the prisoner... Who is imprisoned in Meizhuang?"

"The former leader of the Demon Cult, let me do what I want."

"Let me do it?" Murong Ying was slightly taken aback, shook her head and smiled, "It's actually this kind of person... What does Big Brother mean?"

"It's good to keep an eye on Meizhuang. If the Ren family escapes from prison, there is no need to forcefully stop it, just let the sect master know."

"I see……"

Murong Ying put her hands on the railing, looked at Meizhuang for a while, chuckled lightly, and went back to the cabin to drink.

He has a little interest in Jianghu and martial arts, but not much.

What he yearns for more is to be like a big brother, roaming the battlefield, beheading bandits and enemies.

It's a pity that when he has the ability to go to the battlefield, the Japanese rebellion has been put down. From now on, we can only see if he can find opportunities in the north...

……

Time flies, before you know it, it's the twelfth lunar month again.

In Yanjing City, the wind was bitter and the sky was snowing heavily.

Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan each carried a luggage rack on their backs and held oil-paper umbrellas as they walked along Zhengyangmen Street, the busiest street in the capital, looking around curiously.

"It's so lively! It's snowing so hard, and there are so many people on the street..."

Yue Lingshan exclaimed.

Linghu Chong laughed and said: "After all, it's the capital. Eh, the smell of wine that I've never smelled before..."

Linghu Chong shrugged his nose, and stared at a small shop not far away with a wine flag.

Just as he was about to step over, his sleeve was grabbed by Yue Lingshan.

She tightly tugged on Linghu Chong's cuff, and said with a sullen face:

"Eldest brother, both father and mother have told me to keep an eye on you on this journey, and not to drink more than two or two taels a day. You have already drank half of the gourd wine on the road before, and you have already drank too much!"

"Two liang... Little junior sister, you know, two liang is not enough for me to drink, and the rules of master and master's wife are too strict." Linghu Chong looked at Yue Lingshan sincerely: "Little junior sister, I have never heard of that." The aroma of the old wine, you should know how important it is to me... Good junior sister, just allow me to taste it, just one sip, okay?"

Yue Lingshan was expressionless:
"No! When you passed Luoyang before, you were allowed to drink it open once, and you got drunk again. Not to mention that the new clothes were dirty, and they were hung with a big hole... Now that you are in the capital, the business is important, so you can't do it again. I promise you to break the ban!"

As he spoke, he tugged on his sleeve and walked forward quickly.

"Junior Sister... I promise not to get drunk!"

"That time in Luoyang, you also made such a promise. This time, I will not be fooled by you for anything."

"I... ugh!"

Linghu Chong had no choice but to turn his head three times at a time, reluctantly leaving with Yue Lingshan.

"Brother, the capital is so big, and we don't know each other well, tell me, where should we go to find Lord Murong Quan?"

"That's easy. Murong's surname is rare, and he works in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, so it's easy to find out."

"Ask about the court order...we won't be treated as villains, right?"

"Of course not. That Lord Murong is from Zhejiang Province. Before leaving, Master taught me. We can first inquire about the Zhejiang Provincial Guild Hall, and then go to the Zhejiang Provincial Guild Hall to inquire about it..."

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