The first thousand one hundred and forty-eight chapters
"Hmph," Ren Yingying rolled her eyes at him, "What's wrong with the people in the Demon Cult? Every time more dogs are slaughtered out of righteousness, there are also people in the Demon Cult who are concerned about the country and the people."
"Oh? I didn't see that."
"I'm sorry, it's just me."
"Hahaha, then I have to ask Miss Ren, if you go to support Xiangyang, where will you start?"
"How do I know what's going on in Xiangyang City, not to mention that this little girl is so soft-spoken, how can she dare to talk nonsense and give advice... Hey, why are you hugging me? Let me go..."
"It's too slow to walk like this. I don't know when we will reach Jiangnan. I'd better hold you."
Wuxi Town is a small town closest to Suzhou City. It is already high in the sky and the sun is shining brightly, but the whole town looks very deserted. There are few people on the street, most of the stalls are closed, and there is only one shop.
The restaurant business is still booming.
It’s no wonder that restaurants are the favorite gathering place for people in the world. Whether in wartime or in peacetime, there are always some idlers here to chat and give advice. Of course, there are also people who are really concerned about the war ahead and come to inquire about the news.
, so the restaurant has become a centralized place for information exchange and dissemination.
The lobby of the restaurant was busy with people coming and going, smelling of alcohol, and it was very lively.
"Have you heard? Xiangyang City can no longer be defended. The Emperor of the Song Dynasty is planning to abandon Xiangyang City and use Yingzhou City as a base to defend the Central Plains."
"That's nonsense. I also heard that the imperial court is preparing to dispatch the Central Hunan Army to Xiangyang for support. How could it be possible to abandon Xiangyang?"
"That is, Xiangyang City is the first barrier in the west. Once it is abandoned, the entire Central Plains will be trampled under the feet of the Mongolian cavalry. Even I know this, how could the imperial court not know it?"
"Don't worry, everyone. If the sky falls, there will still be tall people holding it up. The heroes of Xiangyang City have issued a heroic order to invite all the heroes in the world to defend Xiangyang together. It is absolutely foolproof."
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In the west corner of the lobby, by the window, two people were sitting opposite each other. The table was filled with food and wine. One of them had a beautiful face and an outstanding temperament. It was Murong Fu. The other one was wearing a cloak, covering most of his face.
She was wearing coarse linen clothes. Even so, her proud figure and half of her charming face could not be concealed. It was Ren Yingying who was traveling with Murong Fu.
It had been two days since the two left Shaoshi Mountain. They hurriedly and slowly arrived at the boundary of Suzhou. This was the reason why Ren Yingying refused to let Murong Fu fly in his arms. Otherwise, with Murong Fu's speed, yesterday
You can arrive.
Needless to say, Murong Fu's eating habits are always so surprising no matter what time. It is not an exaggeration to describe him as gobbling up. Those who don't know can't connect his image with the famous Nan Murong.
On the opposite side, Ren Yingying could feel her embarrassment at this time even if she didn't express it.
"Hey, don't be so embarrassed, okay? The Murong family is... well..." Ren Yingying finally couldn't help but speak, but before she finished speaking, a chicken leg suddenly flew over and blocked her mouth.
Murong Fu withdrew his hand with a smile, and licked the oil stains on his hand, "Try it, this chicken tastes good, you can't even eat it in Suzhou city."
Ren Yingying immediately became angry and took off the chicken legs with one hand, "I'm warning you, you should be polite to me, or I... I won't be polite to you!"
"Shh," Murong Fu made a silent gesture, "You don't speak when you eat, and you don't speak when you sleep."
"Hmph!" Ren Yingying lost her temper. She picked up the chicken leg and took a bite. Then she realized something was wrong, "Bah, bah, bah, you bastard, you took advantage of me again!"
It turned out that the chicken leg had been bitten by Murong Fu.
Murong Fu spread his hands and began to eat heartily, while Ren Yingying stared at him angrily, as if she wanted to pounce on him and bite him a few times.
The whole table of food and wine was quickly eaten by Murong Fu in a hurry. He patted his belly without any image and said, "Waiter, pay the bill."
"Okay, here we come." The waiter came in response, "Sir, I would like to give you a total of eight taels of silver."
Murong Fu touched his sleeves, his face stiffened slightly, and he looked towards Ren Yingying.
Ren Yingying sneered, "I haven't eaten yet, let's see what I do."
"This..." Even though Murong Fu was very thick-skinned, he felt his face was getting hot, "Waiter, we want to eat some more, you should go back first."
The waiter looked at him suspiciously and said, "Excuse me, sir."
After saying that, he went to greet the other guests, but his eyes always glanced towards Murong Fu intentionally or unintentionally. It was obvious that he had listed this well-dressed man as a freeloader.
"I didn't expect that the dignified Young Master Murong would go out without any money. I saw you eating so happily, I thought you were rich." Ren Yingying mocked.
Murong Fu rolled his eyes and said, "Only the nouveau riche can be wealthy. My dear son, this is called keeping a low profile and hiding one's wealth..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of noise in the hall, and only one person was heard shouting, "Go away, what bothers me the most right now are you barbarians. Hmm, if the government hadn't issued a strict order, I would have killed you right now."
Murong Fu and Ren Yingying followed the sound and saw an old man entering the hall at some unknown time. This man had curly beard and yellow and white hair, a high nose and broad face, and light blue eyes. He was a foreigner. He carried a bag on his back.
A suitcase, looking at the attire, it looks like the Hu merchants from the Western Regions in the past.
The old man was scolded, but he was not angry. He bowed and bowed with a smile, "Sir, why are you so angry? I'm just asking for directions."
The person who had scolded him earlier was a tall man with a beard and a rough face. He looked extremely vicious. However, he took out a five-foot-long knife from his waist, slapped it on the table, and then pushed the old man's chest, "Get out of here."
If you don't get out, I'm going to take action."
The old Hu man was pushed by him and bumped into several people one after another. However, these people seemed to dislike him very much, so they all pushed him in unison. In this way, the old man staggered and was pushed into the corner.
What a coincidence, but unfortunately, he bumped directly into Murong Fu's table.
"Hmph, what the hell? These barbarians dare to come to the Central Plains without fear of being slaughtered."
"That's right, I heard that there are many barbarians from the Western Regions mixed in the Mongolian army. I really don't know why the government doesn't allow them to kill all these barbarians."
"What do you know? Generally speaking, Hu people are just fine, but Hu merchants from the Western Regions can pay tribute to the court a lot of gold and silver treasures every year. How can the court be willing to kill them?"
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Not to mention what everyone was talking about, Murong Fu took action in time to help the old Hu man up and said kindly, "Old man, be careful."
The old man shook the food and wine on his body and saluted, "Thank you sir."
"You're welcome, old man," Murong Fu smiled, "It's just a pity that I haven't eaten this table of food and wine yet."
The old man glanced at the broken bowls and chopsticks on the ground, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he immediately said with understanding, "It was the old man who disturbed the food and wine, and he should be compensated. In this case, please ask the young master to serve another table, and it will be charged to the old man's account."
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"How can this be done?" Murong Fu pretended to decline.
The old man waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, I just have a few questions that I would like to ask sir."
Next to her, Ren Yingying stared blankly at Murong Fu. It was hard to imagine how there could be such a shameless person in the world.
Soon the waiter cleared the table again and brought the food and wine. The old man sat down at the same table with Murong Fu.
Murong Fu had already eaten full. The reason for this was that he wanted to extort money for a meal. However, he was also quite interested in the old man, so he asked, "The old man must be from the Western Regions, but he speaks Chinese."
But he spoke it very well, which is rare."
The old man smiled slightly and said with some complacency, "To be honest, in addition to being a businessman, the old man is also a scholar. He spent a long time in the Central Plains in his early years and learned the Chinese culture, so his accent became like that of the Central Plains people.
It’s just the same.”
"That's it." Murong Fu nodded as if he was suddenly aware, "But I don't know which country in the Western Regions the old man is from?"
The old man replied, "My real name is Hassan, and he comes from Persia in the Western Region."
"Oh?" Murong Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, "But I heard that Persia in the Western Region has been destroyed. Is this true?"
When Hassan heard this, his face darkened, and he sighed quietly, "It's not like the country will be destroyed, but the people will be scattered and exiled everywhere, alas."
"Then you also escaped from the Western Regions?" Ren Yingying couldn't help but interject.
"That's right," Hassan nodded, and then changed the topic, "I have something to ask you two, and I hope you will give me your advice."
"Old man, please tell me."
"I have long heard that there is a treasure land in the south of the Yangtze River, called Taihu Lake. There is a small island in the lake, called Yanziwu. I wonder if you two know where that place is?"
Upon hearing this, Murong Fu's expression became bright and he blurted out, "What are you doing in Yanziwu?"
Hassan smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. I just heard many times that there is a Murong family in Yanziwu in the south of the Yangtze River. They have a rich family history and a rich collection of books. So I wanted to come to my door shamelessly, hoping to beg for a chance to borrow them."
After hearing this, Ren Yingying couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
Murong Fu looked at the old man again. His aura was no different from that of ordinary people, and his temperament was nothing special. There was a hint of elegance in his brows, which was no different from those great scholars who had read poetry and books. With his current skills, he was almost
It is impossible for anyone to hide in front of him, so it is certain that this person is an ordinary Hu businessman, perhaps it is more appropriate to say that he is a scholar.
But what is strange about Murong Fu is that the Murong family has a rich collection of books, but they are all martial arts secrets. If a martial arts person wants to visit the Murong family's scripture library, it is extremely normal, but he has no hands.
An ordinary old man with the strength of a chicken actually said that he wanted to borrow books from Murong's house. How could this not make people suspicious?
After pondering for a long time, Murong Fu probed, "The old man may not know something. The Murong family is indeed famous in the martial arts world. It is said that they have collected martial arts secrets from all sects in the world, but they are only martial arts secrets. The old man is not a martial arts person.
,What are you borrowing those books for?"
"Haha," Hassan smiled heartily, "Academics have no boundaries. The culture of the Central Plains is extensive and profound, and martial arts is particularly prosperous. This arouses my curiosity."