On the border between Song and Liao, there were both frontier soldiers from Song and traders from Liao. These Khitan people went to do some trade between Song and Liao, but they could not avoid being exploited by Song soldiers.

The world is as black as crows. Whether it is the Khitan people or the Song people, there are so-called evil people. Murong Fu disguised himself as a businessman and was about to spend money to get rid of trouble.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle came.

The few Han soldiers who were about to collect protection money ran away. They didn't look like border guards, they looked like gangsters.

What came was the cavalry of the Liao Kingdom, each of them fierce and fully armed. There were about twenty people in this team. If those Han soldiers had not escaped, I am afraid they would have become dead souls under the arrows by now.

It was normal for the Liao State's cavalry to frequently plunder the border. The Song State's border troops could not bear the nuisance, and the infantry was naturally unable to compete with the mobility of the cavalry, so it became common practice to flee without fighting.

When the Khitan merchant saw the cavalry arriving, his face still showed no joy. One of them said: "Just after the jackal left, the evil tiger came again, alas..."

Thanks to his father's strict requirements since childhood, Murong Fu was proficient in four languages ​​(Chinese, Khitan, Xixia, and Tubo).

It turned out that the Song and Han troops could only collect 30% of the rent from these Khitan merchants, but these Khitan cavalry were more sinister and took away half of their income in one fell swoop.

These Khitan merchants left dejectedly one by one. When it was Murong Fu's turn, the leading Khitan cavalryman said to his subordinates: "This Han is very suspicious, go and capture him."

Murong Fu's heart was moved, but he remained unchanged in response to all changes. The two cavalrymen came towards him on horseback and held swords, and stood on his left and right respectively.

One of them said in awkward Chinese: "What do you do?"

Murong Fu cupped his hands and said: "Reporting to your lord, ordinary people are just businessmen."

The two cavalrymen looked at each other and said: "I think you are a craftsman, take it!"

The scimitars in their hands slashed at Murong Fu at the same time. Only two "Puff" sounds were heard, and the two Khitan cavalry flew out at the same time.

The leader of the Khitan people said: "It's really careful, take him down!"

About twenty cavalrymen rushed towards Murong Fu.

"Oh, why bother!"

Murong Fu sighed. He wanted to keep a low profile, but the situation did not allow it.

A quarter of an hour later, the twenty or so mounted Khitan soldiers all fell to the ground, all killed in one blow, without a trace of blood spilling.

Fortunately, this was a deserted border area with sparsely populated areas. Murong Fu got a waist badge from the Khitan general headed by him and put it in his arms, so that he could use it to go all the way north.

The Liao Kingdom has a vast border. Since the Chanyuan Alliance a hundred years ago, the country's fortunes have reached its peak. The Song Dynasty in the south called him brother and paid tribute every year. The Xixia Kingdom in the west did not dare to offend and kept a respectful distance. But more than ten years ago, the Liao Dynasty prospered.

When Zong was in power, the power of the Liao Dynasty was in decline. The so-called four old problems were traitors in power, political corruption, people's poverty, and a weak army.

Faced with the declining national power, Xingzong of the Liao Dynasty fought for years and conquered Xixia many times. He also forced the Song Dynasty to pay more annual coins. However, these made the people of the Liao Dynasty complain and make life difficult.

This guy was superstitious about Buddhism and lived extremely extravagantly. He was very grateful to his younger brother Yelu Zongyuan, and once when he was drunk, he promised to pass the throne to Yelu Zongyuan in a hundred years.

This was a bitter experience for his son Yelu Hongji. He was never named the crown prince, but only the general marshal of the world's troops. But political power still came from the barrel of a gun. Now he is still the emperor, Yelu Hongji. But this one is older than him.

The emperor, who was several years old, respected his uncle extremely, and in order to show his sincerity, he awarded the position of Grand Marshal of the Army to his cousin, Nie Lugu, the son of Yelv Zongyuan.

The badge that Murong Fu got was that he was a small accountant under Nie Lugu. With this badge, he could naturally travel on the official road unimpeded, without having to take the trail.

At this time, the emperor of Liao was hunting in the autumn of Luanhe River. Counting the time with his fingers, it was almost time for Yelu Hongji to encounter a rebellion.

Murong Fu went directly to the Changbai Mountains in the northeast. In the name of a medicine dealer, he inquired about the local situation. Naturally, the tribe he was looking for was the Wanyan clan.

However, in this snow-capped mountain, everything is vast when you look up. When it snows heavily, you can't tell your direction at all. Although Murong Fu had internal energy to protect his body, he couldn't withstand the freezing weather for days.

He plunged into the forest and snowfield. He didn't eat for three consecutive days. He wanted to hunt game but couldn't see any trace of it. After searching in the forest for a long time, he found some grass mushrooms under the snow and ate more than twenty of them.

Stomach. Because he had eaten red clams and acquired a body that was invulnerable to all poisons, he did not have to worry about being poisoned by eating mushrooms.

Murong Fu sat under a big tree and meditated, using the Beiming Magic to calm his inner breath. Before he knew it, one night passed and his whole body was covered with snow, and his human form was no longer visible.

During the day the next day, there was a sudden loud "wow-wow" sound, which sounded like the roar of a tiger.

There are Siberian tigers in the forests of Northeast China! Murong Fu thought to himself but did not move.

After a while, there was another shouting sound, but it was someone chasing the tiger.

At this time, the snow was falling hard, and the north wind was strong, sweeping the sky into a white mass. The skin hunters, holding steel forks, were chasing this eye-catching tiger. This tiger had a huge body.

Like a giant bear. It ran for a while, but got closer and closer to Murong Fu.

The hunters gradually approached, and the tiger slowly retreated, gradually shrinking in front of the big tree. Behind the uncle was a dense bush, which was now covered with snow and had already formed a hard ice wall, but it was impassable.

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The tiger had no way to retreat. It roared "Ouch" and could only deal with these hunters.

Several men held steel forks and moved flexibly to avoid the tiger's attack, and then used the forks to poke the tiger's butt.

After fighting back and forth, the tiger has become a trapped beast. These men have martial arts skills and it is easy to deal with a tiger. The tiger has no way to escape. It actually attached its four claws to the tree and tried to climb up the tree.

go.

Even tigers will climb trees when they are anxious!

"Don't let it escape!" a man shouted roughly.

Everyone was about to step forward to fork it, when suddenly, the layers of snow under the tree shook off, and a pair of electric eyes were revealed.

There is a person in the snowdrift under the big tree!

Everyone was shocked. How could he still be angry after being piled up like this by snow? He must be a master.

Murong Fu stretched out his fingers and shot out a yang finger directly, hitting the tiger's forehead.

With a "Puff" sound, the tiger's forehead burst into blood, which sprinkled on the snow. It fell directly from the tree and made a big hole in the snow.

Each of these hunters was stunned, looking at each other, and swallowed at the same time.

The leading man stepped forward and said: "What is the hero's surname?"

What he spoke was a language that Murong Fu could not understand at all.

Murong Fu looked around and saw that this man had a particularly high forehead and a few strands of hair braided to the left and right, but he was dressed like a wild man.

When Murong Fu was examining him, he was also observing Murong Fu. Suddenly he noticed that he was wearing Han clothes, and he hurriedly changed his words: "The hero is from the Song Dynasty?"

Murong Fu did not expect that this savage could actually speak Chinese. In surprise, he guessed his identity and nodded.

The man was overjoyed and pointed to the tip of his nose and said: "Wan Yanmin, my name is Wan Yanmin. I have been to the Song Dynasty before and I know some Chinese characters."

Wanyan Min? This name sounded familiar. Murong Fu thought about it carefully and finally remembered it.

Isn't Wanyan Min the Chinese name of Wanyan Aguda? The wild man in front of me is the later Jin Taizu!

After trying hard to find no place, I finally found this guy! Of course Murong Fu didn't come to this Northeast really to find ginseng.

"Wanyan Min, Jurchen. Hero?" Wanyan Aguda asked frankly.

Murong Fu thought for a while and said without concealment: "Xianbei, Murong Fu."

Wanyan Agu looked surprised, and after a while he said, "Are you Nan Murong?"

Murong Fu did not expect that Wanyan Aguda also knew his name. It seemed that his study abroad in the Song Dynasty was not in vain.

When Wanyan Aguda saw Murong Fu nodding in recognition, he was surprised and said: "You are indeed a great hero! Please come to the tribe with me!"

Wanyan Aguda asked his men to lift the tiger, and then took Murong Fu all the way to the tribe of the Jurchen Wanyan clan. Their tribe was built in the snow-capped mountains, and hundreds of animal skin tents were set up on the dark slopes. Aguda pinched

With a whistle on his lips, someone came out from the tent to greet him.

Murong Fu looked at these tents with mixed emotions. Who would have thought that these barbarians would be able to destroy the arrogant Liao Kingdom more than ten years later? And then turn around and continue to invade the south, causing painful scars to the Han people?

Now, as long as Murong Fu is willing, he can extinguish this fire in the snow. But Murong Fu finally resisted the urge, because he wanted to use Wanyan Agu to play this card to help him realize it.

The ambition to carve up the Liao Kingdom and revive the Yan Dynasty.

He followed Wanyan Aguda into the camp and saw a fire lit in front of every tent. Women were surrounding the fires, mending animal skins and marinating game meat. Murong Fu took a casual look and saw that all these women were

Her skin is rough, yellow and black, so she can only be considered a female.

Aguda led him towards the largest tent in the middle, picked it up and entered.

More than ten people were sitting around in the tent, drinking among themselves. When they saw Aguda, they cheered loudly.

Aguda pointed at Murong Fu and spoke in succession, as if he was introducing the story of killing a tiger with one finger. After a while, two men brought in the skin of the tiger, and the word "king" on the forehead of the tiger skin was indeed true.

There is a big hole.

When everyone saw it, they gathered around Murong Fu, raised their thumbs, and praised him endlessly.

Wanyan Aguda also introduced the people in the tent to Murong Fu, but they were all important figures in the tribe.

One of them was Wu Qimai, the younger brother of Wanyan Aguda. He was born with the look of a wolf and an eagle, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, which was fleeting and no one could catch it.

This Wu Qimai needs to find an opportunity to kill him.

The Jurchens and Khitans are not willing to deal with each other, but they are willing to make friends with the Han people. Especially heroes with strong martial arts skills like Murong Fu. The Jurchens are very direct, and those who can fight are those with the most status.

Aguda's martial arts is not weak, at least at the first-class level, which is very rare among a group of savages.

His martial arts was accidentally learned in the south, and he taught it to other tribesmen. However, only Wu Qi bought it to reach the first-class level like him.

That night, Murong Fu, Wanyan Aguda and other tribesmen drank a lot of strong wine, ate tiger meat, and slept soundly in the tent. After staying for a few days, they symbolically collected some century-old ginseng.

Finally, it was time to go hunting for the second time. This time, Aguda led more than ten tribesmen to hunt big bears in the northwest mountains, and invited Murong Fu to go with them.

They were chasing the bear's paw prints in the forest when they suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves, dust was flying in front of them, and a large group of people came galloping towards them.
To be continued...