When Murong Fu came to the big tent, there were four people standing in the tent, Yuan Chengzhi, Emperor Hu De, Taoist Mu Sang, and Lu Feiqing. To his surprise, Wen Qingqing was not there.
As soon as Yuan Chengzhi saw him, he immediately stepped forward to greet him, "Master Murong is here."
Murong Fu glanced at the other three people, frowned and said, "Brother Yuan, you're welcome. I heard that your camp is about to leave soon?"
Yuan Chengzhi was startled and said calmly, "Mr. Murong spoke quickly, and Yuan got straight to the point. Yes, Yuan decided to take Mr. Lu's advice and personally led the main force of the Golden Snake Battalion north to attack Wu Sangui. The army set off immediately. Yuan wanted to invite the young master to accompany him.
I wonder what you would like to be a counselor?"
Murong Fu was quite surprised after hearing this. It seems that we haven't gotten to know each other well enough yet, right?
At this time, Taoist Mu Sang suddenly said, "If you have any conditions, little friend, you might as well tell me."
"No, no, no, Taoist Priest has misunderstood," Murong Fu chuckled and shook his head, saying without blushing or heartbeat, "I'm not someone who takes advantage of someone's misfortune. It's just that I'm not good at marching and fighting, and I'm an outsider, so it's hard to comment.
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"You are too modest, little friend. With your intelligence, it will be easy to deal with Wu Sangui. As for outsiders and insiders, you don't have to worry about it. We have never regarded you as an outsider. Besides, the world is against the Qing Dynasty, and the anti-Wu Jun people are one family."
, there is no difference between inside and outside." Taoist Mu Sang nodded and said with a smile.
This old man's ability to tell lies with his eyes open is not much better than that of Murong Fu. Murong Fu glanced at him with a half-smile, and said in deep thought, "Since the Taoist priest has spoken to this extent, I will be excused if I refuse again."
It’s a big dissatisfaction, so I’ll let you go.”
He agreed so easily, which made Taoist Mu Sang feel quite uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Murong Fu's wrist, "My little friend, please take a step to speak."
Murong Fu flicked his wrist and instantly flicked the dry palm away, and then said with a smile, "You can borrow a few steps, but don't pull too hard."
After saying that, he flashed and entered the side hall.
Taoist Mu Sang was stunned for a while, then he shook his head in confusion and followed.
The rest of the people stood there and looked at each other. Even Yuan Chengzhi was confused and could only say, "Let's wait for a while. Since Mr. Murong agreed, I don't think he will regret it."
In the side hall, Murong Fu casually pulled up a chair and sat down. Taoist Mu Sang walked up to him and said with a complex expression, "Little friend Murong, I understand your temperament quite well. If you have any conditions, just tell me."
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"I don't know what I'm talking about. You can just say that I have no profit and I can't afford it..." Murong Fu cursed, but he said, "The Taoist priest really misunderstood. Dealing with Wu Sangui is a matter of duty. Since the Golden Snake Camp
If it’s useful to me, I won’t refuse.”
After hearing this, Taoist Mu Sang's face couldn't help but darken, but he quickly regained his composure and said with a wry smile, "If you don't say secret words in front of Mingren, Mr. Murong should stop going around in circles with the old Taoist. We all know that you won't do anything that is not beneficial."
Yes, you might as well open the skylight and tell the truth, what exactly do you want?"
After a pause, he added, "As long as you can win this battle and don't harm the interests of the Golden Snake Camp, no matter what you want, I can make the decision and grant it to you."
"Oh?" Murong Fu couldn't help but feel excited when he heard this, "What if I want someone from you? You can also make the decision?"
Taoist Mu Sang was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of something. A wicked smile appeared on his face that was completely inconsistent with his aristocratic temperament, "Which girl in the camp does my little friend like again?"
Murong Fu really didn't expect that the old man had such a side, so he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then rolled his eyes at him, "Taoist Priest, you are also an accomplished Taoist. Please pay attention to your identity."
Taoist Mu Sang didn't take it seriously. He followed his example and pulled up a chair to sit down. He said in a casual tone, "It doesn't matter whether you have an identity or not. If the old Taoist had that kind of cultivation, he would have left the world of mortals long ago to find a spiritual mountain and a blessed place to practice hard." If you go, why do you care about this nonsense? To practice Taoism, what is the purpose of practicing Taoism? Isn't it just to transcend the mortal world and be free and at ease? The old Taoist is quite comfortable now."
Murong Fu opened his mouth in astonishment and was speechless for a long time. Finally he managed to squeeze out a sentence, "I can't tell that the Taoist priest is still a sweetheart."
"Okay, stop talking about me, let's talk about you, who do you like?" Taoist Mu Sang changed his previous temperament and asked with a smile.
Murong Fu was really uncomfortable with meeting such an old man all of a sudden, but his heart was ready to move. He really wanted to ask, if I want Wen Qingqing, do you dare to agree?
Taoist Mu Sang is also a person who is very good at observing words and expressions. Seeing Murong Fu's hesitation, he immediately guessed something, "My little friend, you won't fall in love with Qingqing, right?"
"Fuck..." Murong Fu was startled. Is this man a spirit?
Taoist Mu Sang smoothed his long beard under his chin and said with a smile, "Don't be surprised, little friend. With my face, I still find it difficult to say anything. This person must be a married woman. In the Golden Snake Camp, I can gain my Dharma eyes. What's more, She is a married woman, and there are not many such women."
Murong Fu's face darkened, "Old man, if you don't know how to speak, you don't have to speak."
Taoist Mu Sang was really afraid of offending him, so he smiled awkwardly, "It's the Taoist who made a mistake. How about it? Is the Taoist's guess right?"
Murong Fu sat there expressionlessly, neither admitting nor denying.
"It seems that the old Taoist guessed it right," Taoist Mu Sang sighed in disappointment and said to himself, "Others are fine, but this girl Qingqing..."
As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Murong Fu from time to time, but seeing that he was indifferent, he had to continue, "The old Taoist can only help her a little bit, but can't completely make the decision for her."
"What are you talking about..." Murong Fu rolled his eyes, but then again, this old man was actually willing to help him chase a woman, and the one he chased was his apprentice's nominal wife. There was something indescribable in his heart. A sense of absurdity.
Giving the old man a strange look, he couldn't help but ask, "I see that the Taoist Master didn't drink alcohol today, why..."
"Haha, why are you so confused?" Taoist Mu Sang smiled and said what he didn't say, and then said, "The Taoist is not blind, so he can see that this girl is not happy with Chengzhi. The so-called strong melon Not sweet, seasoned..."
In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped talking, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he sighed quietly, "I just want these two children to find their own happiness."
Murong Fu was confused when he heard this, "Does the Taoist mean that they were forced to get married?"
"That's not the case." Taoist Mu Sang shook his head cryptically and changed the topic, "Anyway, the Taoist can help you."
Murong Fu looked at the old man in front of him and really wanted to slap him, but he held it back and asked, "How can I help?"
"This..." Taoist Mu Sang muttered, "The old Taoist can help you negotiate and let Chengzhi write a letter of divorce. Of course, you can't dislike Qingqing because of this."
Murong Fu's eyes flashed. If the old man could really get Yuan Chengzhi to write a letter of divorce on his own initiative, it would be a big help to him. Anyway, it was Bai who took advantage. He didn't want it for free, but the old man seemed to know that Wen Qingqing and Yuan Chengzhi were married.
Insider information, you might as well stimulate him.
Thinking of this, he immediately stood up and left.
"Wait a minute," Taoist Mu Sang was startled and shouted hurriedly, "What do you mean, little friend?"
Murong Fu kept walking and said, "If the Taoist priest refuses to explain the reason, it will be difficult for me to believe that a Taoist priest would do such a thing. If in the end the bamboo basket fails, where can I explain it?"
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"This..." Taoist Mu Sang hesitated. Seeing that Murong Fu was about to walk out of the side hall, he couldn't help but become anxious, "Wait a minute, I'll just listen to what the Taoist said."