One is that after the battle at Guangmingding, all the masters of the six major sects disappeared, and the other is that after Murong Xue made a big fuss at Guangmingding, everyone from the Ming Cult also disappeared.
Murong Fu thought for a moment and guessed that the six major sects had fallen into the hands of Zhao Min. As for the people of the Ming Cult, they were either hiding in secret passages or entrenched in some Ming Cult stronghold. It didn't matter.
But the first news made Murong Fu very nervous, because Zhou Zhiruo was also among the missing people.
Although he gave Zhou Zhiruo a drop of blood essence and Zhao Min's Shixiang Ruanjing Powder could not do anything to her, but according to her temperament, she would definitely not leave Master Miejie and run away.
Secondly, if history does not change, the deadline for annihilating the Master is coming soon, and the Yitian Sword will naturally be taken away, so Murong Fu rushed over anxiously.
At the table, Huo Qingtong, who had already finished eating, stared at Murong Fu who was devouring his food. He looked like he wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it. It was so embarrassing!
It's no wonder Murong Fu was there. Along the way, it was either dried meat or dry food and water. He didn't even have a decent meal.
"It's not... um... I won't let you eat, why are you like... um... looking at me!" Murong Fu said inarticulately while swallowing the food in his mouth.
"Huh!" Huo Qingtong snorted and turned his head to the side.
Murong Fu was too lazy to care about her. Although the two of them were alone along the way, their relationship became somewhat estranged because Huo Qingtong always kept distance from him intentionally or unintentionally.
"It seems that this girl still cares about Karis..." Murong Fu thought helplessly.
"Waiter, here are 30 pounds of beef, 20 pounds of soybeans, and 50 pounds of wine!" At this moment, a sharp and unpleasant voice with a hint of hoarseness came.
Murong Fu and Huo Qingtong were both slightly stunned. They looked up and saw an old man with a slender figure and a slovenly face walking in from outside the hall.
Most of the diners in the hall seemed to be used to it, and the waiter came forward with a smile, "Hey, sir, you are here, I have already prepared it for you!"
Soybeans and beef are both must-haves for masters of internal medicine in the martial arts world. Those who practice internal strength must not only practice but also meditate to restore their internal strength, and the recovery is very slow. But with soybeans and beef, it is different. At least
It can save a quarter of your meditation time.
What surprised Murong Fu was that these seemingly common-sense things were generally known only to those in the big sects with profound knowledge. However, since the other party wanted such a large amount, it was obvious that there were many masters.
Murong Fu looked at the old man carefully, and suddenly his pupils shrank slightly. Isn't this man none other than the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao?
"Could it be that the masters of the Ming Cult have also come to Dadu?" Murong Fu was puzzled. According to the situation that day, the Ming Cult and the six major sects had already formed a deadly feud, and their vitality was severely damaged. Zhang Wuji did not become the leader of the Ming Cult. They came to Dadu.
do what?
"Shopkeeper, give me twenty pounds of soybeans and ten pounds of various vegetarian vegetables!" A young woman in simple clothes walked in and said.
"People from the Emei sect!" Murong Fu was slightly startled. Although the woman deliberately dressed sparsely and normally, he could tell at a glance that the way the inner energy flow in this woman belonged to the Emei sect.
How could people from the Emei sect appear here? Murong Fu became more and more confused. Could it be that he deliberately changed his identity and sneaked into Dadu because he got the news that the six major sects were captured by Mongolia?
"The shopkeeper..."
Murong Fu turned around and saw another young Taoist priest wearing a blue robe walking in.
Compared with the previous two, this little Taoist priest is much more high-profile. He is dressed in bright Wudang costumes with a small word "Wudang" embroidered on the cuffs, as if he is afraid that people will not recognize him.
"Does the Taoist Master also want soybeans?" The shopkeeper asked with a smile before the little Taoist priest could speak.
The little Taoist priest was called "Master Tao", his face turned red, and he waved his hands, "No, no, no, I don't want soybeans, just cook me some vegetables and rice, half meat and vegetables!"
"Haha, you little Taoist priest came out to eat secretly behind your elders' back!" The diners in the hall burst into laughter.
The little Taoist priest immediately seemed very embarrassed, and stammered in his explanation: "Don't... don't talk nonsense, I... I'm buying food for my... grandpa!"
Most of these diners were ordinary people, and they didn't hear anything wrong with what the little Taoist said. However, Murong Fu suddenly stood up, with an indescribable look on his face.
In the Wudang Sect, no one can be called the "Grandfather" except Zhang Sanfeng. "So Zhang Sanfeng came here in person?"
I haven’t seen him for ten years, and I don’t know what state this old man has reached again! Murong Fu was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed with a complex expression. Although there have never been rumors of Zhang Sanfeng’s action in these years, the title of "the first person in martial arts"
But it has always stood firm.
Recalling Zhang Sanfeng's elegant demeanor when he started fighting ten years ago, Murong Fu asked himself that even with his current martial arts skills, he couldn't do that as well. After all, martial arts skills are not equal to the realm of cultivation.
After hearing what the little Taoist said, the Emei female disciple and Wei Yixiao also had different expressions. Wei Yixiao's expression was gloomy, while the Emei female disciple's eyes were slightly bright, with a flash of joy.
Not long after, the three of them got what they wanted and left in a hurry without saying a word to each other from beginning to end.
"Let's go too!" After a while, Murong Fu said to Huo Qingtong and walked out the door.
Huo Qingtong had long noticed Murong Fu's strange behavior, and without saying a word, he threw a piece of silver on the table and followed him.
The three of them walked in different directions. Murong Fu hesitated for a moment and then followed the young Taoist priest of the Wudang Sect.
The little Taoist priest was not really stupid. After going out, he started walking around in the streets. He walked around four or five streets before suddenly walking for another two or three miles before turning into a remote courtyard.
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"Why are you following him?" Huo Qingtong finally couldn't help but ask.
"Hey, you'll know in a minute!" Murong Fu said with a slight smile, then he picked up Huo Qingtong and silently landed him in a corner of the courtyard.
Huo Qingtong was used to being hugged by him along the way, so she didn't say anything. She just bounced away as soon as she landed on the ground.
At this moment, an old voice came over, "Which two friends are here to visit me, please come in and talk!"
Murong Fu glanced sideways at Huo Qingtong and then walked towards the hut.
A look of pride flashed across Huo Qingtong's face, and he muttered in a low voice, "Humph, you deserve it!"
Murong Fu pushed the door open and walked in. He saw a small table in the main room with a few hot and sour side dishes on it. Zhang Sanfeng was sitting in the middle with chopsticks in one hand and an indifferent expression on his face, while the little Taoist priest just now had an expression on his face.
He stood aside quite nervously.
Seeing this old man again, Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He hadn't seen him for ten years, but his appearance had not changed at all. He had white eyebrows, white beard, and the skin on his face was plump and rosy.
If you go wandering around, you will definitely be regarded as a living god.
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Murong Fu carefully for a while, then smiled and said, "It turns out to be little friend Murong. I haven't seen him for ten years. Little friend Murong really surprised the old man!"
Murong Fu chuckled and said, "You really have good eyesight. You can still recognize this kid at a glance even if you haven't seen him for ten years!"
"Little friend Murong's appearance has changed a lot. The reason why the old Taoist can recognize it is just a guess. In today's world, apart from little friend, the old Taoist can't think of anyone else who can have this skill at such a young age!
"
Murong Fu smiled slightly, casually pulled up a chair and sat across from Zhang Sanfeng, "Young man, come and have a meal, you won't mind, right?"
"Haha, little friend Murong doesn't mind it, how can an old Taoist not allow it?" Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily, then turned to the little Taoist next to him and said: "Qingfeng, this is the head of the Murong family in the south of the Yangtze River, Young Master Murong.
Come forward and greet me."
Qingfeng immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Murong Fu, "I have met Mr. Murong!"
"Brother Taoist, you're welcome!" Murong Fu replied, raising his right hand in vain. No energy fluctuations were seen, so Qingfeng's body straightened up involuntarily.
Qingfeng immediately looked indescribably surprised. Although his martial arts skills were sparse and ordinary, he had been in contact with Zhang Sanfeng for a long time, so he naturally had good eyesight. No wonder Grandpa Grandpa praised this man again and again. It turned out that he was really so powerful.
Murong Fu looked indifferent and glanced at Zhang Sanfeng quietly. He happened to catch a trace of shock deep in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, and he couldn't help but show a bit of pride.
Qingfeng came back to his senses and saw a beautiful woman standing behind Murong Fu, and hurriedly moved a chair.
"Thank you!" Huo Qingtong thanked him.
Qingfeng was immediately at a loss, her face suddenly turned red, and she hurriedly said: "No, no!"
"My friend, please!" The four people sat down and Zhang Sanfeng made a gesture of invitation. Then a wine pot and a wine glass floated automatically to Murong Fu on the table. The spout tilted and the wine was poured automatically.
What really surprised Murong Fu was that there was no energy fluctuation at all around him. Everything was so natural and smooth, like an immortal magic.
Qingfeng was already used to this scene, but Huo Qingtong covered his mouth slightly, looking horrified and inexplicable.
Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. He reached out to take the wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and said, "It seems that Master Zhang has entered the country very quickly in the past ten years!"
Zhang Sanfeng sighed, "At my age, there is no need to talk about entering the country. I just have nothing to do and gain some insights! However, my reputation is very popular in the world. I only found out when I met you today.
His martial arts cultivation is much higher than what is rumored."
"I don't dare. Compared with my seniors, I'm still far behind!" In the blink of an eye, Murong Fu regained his composure.
"I'm ashamed to say that if this little girl hadn't made a noise just now, the old man wouldn't have noticed the arrival of my little friend!" Zhang Sanfeng suddenly changed the subject and said with a hint.
Murong Fu slowly explained: "To be honest, the boy was seriously injured due to the battle with Guangmingding. He has been recuperating in a hidden place. It was not until recently that he recovered from his injuries and came out to inquire about the news. He happened to meet little brother Qingfeng.
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"No wonder..." A look of surprise flashed across Zhang Sanfeng's face, "Well, speaking of it, the reason why the old Taoist came to this Tatar Kyoto was also because of the Battle of Guangmingding."