The architectural styles in the city are very different, and there are various formats, but most of them are built like tents, with a white dome canopy and a cylindrical shape below.
"You can't see it clearly here, go in and take a look!" Huo Qingtong said with a smile.
A group of people galloped on horseback.
At this time, a large number of people gathered in front of the city gate. A small number of them were dressed in simple armors, just like the elite Hui tribes that Murong Fu had seen before, while the other part were dressed as ordinary people.
Standing there were an old man and a young man. The old man was over sixty years old, with a gray beard and a Chinese character face. He was not angry and had no authority. It was obvious that he was a person who had been in a high position all year round.
As for the younger one, he is only in his thirties, and his face is 70% similar to the old man's. It couldn't be more obvious that he is a father and son.
Everyone is waiting for something.
"Father!" Huo Qingtong saw the old man from a distance and shouted excitedly. When he got close, he hurriedly dismounted and bowed to the old man and saluted, "See you, father!"
Then he nodded to the middle-aged man next to him, "Brother."
Hundreds of soldiers and civilians around him cheered loudly, shouting something in their mouths.
Murong Fu didn't understand what they were talking about, but seeing the admiration in their eyes and the excitement on their faces, it was not difficult to guess that it must be something like "Long Live the Saint," "The Saint is Back," or "The Saint is Descending to Earth."
Category.
Mu Zhuolun stretched out his hands and pressed down, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet. Then he looked at Huo Qingtong up and down, and laughed, "Just come back, just come back. I received your call a few days ago.
The news said that you were ambushed, but it made my old bones very anxious."
"Isn't it? My father has been saying these days that I shouldn't have let you escort this year's supplies!" Huo Ayi interjected from the side.
Huo Qingtong shook his head gently, "Brother, don't say that. As long as it's a matter of the tribe, Qingtong is fully responsible. By the way, I can come back safely this time, all thanks to Master Murong!"
"Mr. Murong?" Mu Zhuolun and his son were slightly startled. They turned to look at a young man not far behind Huo Qingtong. They both thought, was it this scrawny boy who saved their daughter (sister)?
Mu Zhuolun was a little better. Although he didn't believe it in his heart, he didn't show much on his face. Huo Ayi said to Murong Fu: "Boy, what ability do you have to save my sister?"
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Brother, I am not very capable, but I am more than capable of saving your sister!"
"Nonsense, who is your eldest brother!" Huo Ayi was a little angry at Murong Fu's perfunctory attitude, and immediately grabbed Murong Fu's polite word.
"If you make me anxious, I will abduct your sister and leave. Then it will be impossible for you to ask me to call you eldest brother!" Murong Fu cursed in his heart, but said lightly: "You want to be my eldest brother, I'm afraid.
You don’t have this qualification yet!”
"You..." Huo Ayi was furious and pointed at Murong Fu, but before he could say anything, Huo Qingtong hurriedly stood between the two of them and stopped Murong Fu calmly, with a slight blame in his mouth.
shouted: "Brother, is this how you treat your sister's savior!"
After saying that, he turned around and looked at Murong Fu apologetically.
Huo Ayi's face froze slightly, and he stretched out his hand to scratch his head, "Aren't I... aren't I... afraid that you will be deceived!"
Huo Qingtong rolled his eyes at him, "Brother, don't worry, Mr. Murong is not such a person."
Huo Ayi smiled and secretly winked at Murong Fu, which obviously meant, "Boy, you are in trouble!"
Murong Fu didn't care at all. It was easy to see that this person had no scheming and was an upright person. As long as he found an opportunity and showed him some color, he would naturally be convinced.
Mu Zhuolun's eyes swept over Murong Fu and Huo Qingtong, and said: "Look, since we have a distinguished guest, why don't you quickly introduce the dental tent and let the guest stand outside the door? I'm not going to reply."
Excellent hospitality style.”
"Listen to father!" Huo Qingtong responded, then called Murong Fu to go to the city.
The structure of the city is very simple. One street runs through the entire stone city. One side is connected to the city gate, and the other side is connected to the tent where the tribal leaders live. There are buildings of different heights on both sides of the street.
The so-called tooth tent in the Central Plains generally refers to the tent where generals and commanders live, but outside the Great Wall, it refers to the place where a country lives, which is equivalent to the imperial palace in the Central Plains.
However, this time the tent was built very crudely, and seemed to be a dozen stone houses of different sizes put together.
"Mr. Murong, do you think this tooth tent of mine is nothing compared to the imperial palace in the Central Plains?" Mu Zhuolun said cheerfully, with neither self-deprecation nor humility in his tone.
"You are really self-aware. This house is probably not even comparable to some of the richer homes in the Central Plains!" Murong Fu thought to himself, and said: "Compared to the Central Plains, it is indeed much worse, but it's not.
It also has a different flavor.”
"Haha, Mr. Murong, that's very polite. Although I have never been to the Central Plains, I still know a lot about the Central Plains!"
Murong Fu frowned slightly, and for a moment he couldn't figure out whether the old man was just saying it casually or if he meant something. He just hummed and stopped answering.
A group of people came to the main hall, and after the guests and hosts took their seats, Mu Zhuolun said: "Qingtong, please tell me about the ambush."
"Yes!" Huo Qingtong immediately told the story of how he met the Mongolian soldiers, how he was poisoned, and how he was finally rescued by Murong Fu from the hands of Xuan Ming.
After listening to this, Mu Zhuolun looked calm and remained silent.
"These Mongols are getting more and more bullying. I think they must have robbed me of the supplies in the past two years." Huo Ayi said with an angry look.
Huo Qingtong nodded, "I think so too. Such a large Mongolian army is definitely not a coincidence!"
Mu Zhuolun pondered for a long time, and finally sighed, "Then what can I do? By the way, I have not thanked Mr. Murong for saving my little girl. From now on, Mr. Murong will always be my friend of the Hui tribe. Whatever I ask for,
I will definitely do my best to satisfy you!”
Huo Qingtong's face was slightly shocked. He didn't know why his father made such a heavy promise. Even if it was really to repay him for saving his life, there was no need for him to do so.
Although Huo Ayi had some objections to Murong Fu, after learning that it was really Murong Fu who saved his sister, her favorability towards him gradually increased, so naturally she had no objection to his father's words.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then his face became slightly happy and he blurted out: "Really?"
As soon as the words came out, I felt something was wrong. Originally, according to the customs of the Central Plains people, even if you really wanted to, you should excuse yourself first, but now it was too late, so I had to smile.
However, Mu Zhuolun's face darkened and his voice suddenly became louder, "Men on the grassland always keep their word. Since I can make this promise, I will definitely keep it!"
"It would be great if this is the case. I want to bring Huo Qingtong back to the Central Plains!" Of course, he just thought about this in his mind. After his brain calmed down, he also felt that this matter was a bit strange. This promise was too heavy.
Somehow, no matter how much Mu Zhuolun loved his daughter, it was impossible for him to repay her with a clan's promise.
Murong Fu chuckled lightly and replied calmly: "Of course friends should help each other. As long as something happens to me, I won't stand idly by!"
"Hahaha, Master Murong is really cheerful!" Mu Zhuolun laughed, "At first, when I saw the young master looked like a weak scholar, I thought he had a sour personality, but I was overly worried!"
Murong Fu couldn't understand this old man more and more. He obviously looked like a man who had been in power for many years and was good at planning, but judging from his words, he didn't seem to be a scheming man.
"Am I too suspicious?" Murong Fu thought in his mind.
"Report, there is someone outside asking to see you!" At this time, a soldier came to report.
"Oh? Can you tell me who it is?" Mu Zhuolun asked casually.
"There are two people, one old and one young. The old one's name is Yuan Shixiao, the young one's name is Chen...Chen what..."
The soldier seemed to have forgotten the name on the report, and just touched his head honestly. There was no look of panic or fear on his face, which showed that Mu Zhuolun usually treated his soldiers very generously.
When Mu Zhuolun heard the words Yuan Shixiao, his face was shocked and he asked hurriedly: "Is the other one called Chen Jialuo?"
"Yes, yes, it's Chen Jialuo!" the soldier replied.
"Please come quickly, please come quickly!" A look of surprise flashed across Mu Zhuolun's face, and he immediately asked the soldiers to invite the people in. Then he looked in the direction of the palace door and was slightly lost in thought.
After a while, Mu Zhuolun seemed to remember that Murong Fu was still in the palace, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Murong, I lost my temper for a moment!"
Murong Fu's mind was racing. He had already met Chen Jialuo once. He was nothing special. He was not good at martial arts and resourceful. He was also indecisive and had no independent opinions. It was impossible for him to become a great weapon. However, his master Yuan Shixiao was said to have unfathomable martial arts skills. I didn't know who he was.
What to do?
In fact, he is the only one who dares to say that Chen Jialuo's martial arts is not good. You must know that Chen Jialuo's martial arts is among the top ten among the younger generation. He is also good at both civil and military skills and has an extraordinary background.
Murong Fu's mind suddenly moved, and he asked: "I wonder who Yuan Shixiao is, who makes the leader so excited?"
He couldn't think of how to call Huibu Ling for a while, so he simply called him "Master Ling".
"Hey, don't call me Mr. Leader, it's ugly!" Mu Zhuolun waved his hand, "If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Mu!"
Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then he looked at Mu Zhuolun strangely and shouted, "Brother Mu!"
There was a "Pfft" sound, but it was Huo Qingtong who couldn't help laughing when he saw Murong Fu's appearance.
"Mr. Yuan's name is rarely known in the Central Plains, but his name should be very famous, and that is the 'Tianchi Strange Hero'." Mu Zhuolun quickly told Murong Fu about Yuan Shixiao.
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