All the officers and soldiers were frightened when they saw the two men falling from the sky and killing or flying away the three highly skilled martial arts monks with one move. Murong Fu was also envious in his heart. He was worthy of being the number one martial artist in the Central Plains, Zhang Sanfeng.
It has such power.
The leading military attache shouted: "What are you doing, you old Taoist kid?"
Murong Fu said nothing, and Zhang Sanfeng cursed: "Dog Tatars! They are doing evil again and killing good people. Get out of here!"
The military attache said: "Do you know who these people are? They are the remnants of the demon sect's rebels, the criminals I, the Great Yuan of Mongolia, want to capture!"
Knowing that Zhang Sanfeng was very unhappy with the Mingjiao people, Murong Fu immediately said: "What a joke, the imperial invaders are also the imperial invaders of you Mongolians, not us Han people."
Zhang Sanfeng was initially surprised when he heard the words "Devil Cult Rebels" and looked a little hesitant. Then he heard the young man's words and thought: In today's world, aliens are invading, and although the Demon Cult behaves strangely, they have always resisted the aliens.
At the forefront, this person should be saved.
Then he said: "Today there are experts here, you can't even think of succeeding, please leave quickly."
The military attaché said: "Who is this old Taoist? Why do you want to interfere?"
Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly and said: "Who do you care about me? Everyone in the world can care about it."
As he spoke, the military attache winked, and the remaining officers, soldiers and monks all retreated slowly, rescued the monk who fell into the water, and made a gesture of leaving.
When they got back to the big ship, they all picked up their strong bows and shot at the four people on the ship. Now the four people were standing on the bow of the ship, unable to hide.
I saw Zhang Sanfeng lightly exerting his palm force, waving his robe sleeves, and "swishing, swishing, swishing" all the first round of feather arrows falling into the river. Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts was displayed as expected, and there was no sign of any moves.
Murong Fu was filled with admiration. This old man should have reached the legendary state of being able to win without any move. However, although Zhang Sanfeng said he was ruthless, he did not kill anyone. He flew arrows one after another. If he continued to entangle like this, when would he be a killer?
head.
So Murong Fu held the little girl with one hand, made complicated gestures with the other hand, and said: "Senior, this is not the way to go. I am brave enough to help you."
After making gestures, Murong Fu waved his hand heavily in the air. It was the movement of the stars that exerted ten powers. Suddenly all the arrows in the air returned to their original path and shot at the Mongolian soldiers and monks.
All the officers and soldiers felt the strong wind blowing in their faces, and were shot by arrows one after another. Only one monk and the military attaché realized that the situation was wrong and stood relatively far back. They managed to escape and rowed away in a big boat.
"Things have changed!" Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed:
"I saw that the young hero seemed to be using the star-absorbing technique before. I thought he was a descendant of Mr. Ren of the Sun and Moon God Sect, but then I saw the young hero's Yang Finger and thought he was a member of the Duan family in Dali."
"Now that I see that the young knight can even master the changes of the Gusu Murong family, I am confused. What sect is the young knight?"
"Star Absorbing Technique?" Murong Fu was also stunned, and then suddenly realized that when he got on the boat, he grabbed the long sword in the water. People who didn't know him thought it was the Dragon Capturing Technique.
People with advanced martial arts can see the shadow of Beiming Divine Art, but almost no one in the world has heard of Beiming Divine Art. On the contrary, Ren Woxing's star-absorbing method of the Sun and Moon God Sect is more famous, so they regard it as the star-absorbing method.
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However, Murong Fu naturally would not tell anyone. He bowed slightly and said, "Junior Gusu Murong Fu has met Mr. Zhang."
"It is rumored that the Murong clan of Gusu has the world's martial arts knowledge, and they use their own methods to repay others. It is indeed well-deserved." Zhang Sanfeng sighed.
Murong Fu also admired Zhang Sanfeng's insight. You must know that the Murong family's turbulent times are rarely known. Although they have the reputation of "repaying them with their own way", outsiders only think that the Murong family has a large collection of martial arts classics, so they can
The enemy's moves are used to counterattack the enemy, but everyone knows that this reputation is based on the passage of time.
"Senior, you are laughing." Murong Fu was a little embarrassed. This reputation can be said to be good or bad. In this era, sects are very strict and cherish their own secrets. No sect is willing to spread their unique knowledge to others, and the Murong family's hobby is simply the public enemy of the martial arts.
Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have seen through Murong Fu's thoughts, but his praise did come from sincerity. At his level, he no longer adhered to sectarian opinions, so he said:
"Young hero, you don't have to belittle yourself. Red flowers and white lotus roots. The world's martial arts schools are originally one family. They have complemented each other's strengths and weaknesses for thousands of years. The true origin has long been indistinguishable."
Before Murong Fu could speak, the bearded man said "Hey" and fell to the cabin floor. He was already injured and was hit by a poisonous arrow. He had been holding on with his breath before. Now he could relax a little and support.
Can't stand it any longer.
Zhang Sanfeng took out a pill and fed it into the mouth of the bearded man. He rowed the boat to the ferry and was about to help him cross the boat. Little did he know that the man was also strong. He held the boy's body in one hand and wanted to hold the boy's body in Murong Fu's arms with the other.
little girl.
Murong Fu shook his head and said, "I'll do it." The big man nodded and got on the ferry with a slight movement.
Murong Fu picked up his sword, hugged the little girl and followed Zhang Sanfeng onto the ferry. He saw a pale-faced half-grown boy lying in the cabin, his eyes a little unfocused.
Murong Fu also sighed in his heart. Anyone who saw Zhang Wuji's half-dead state would never have thought that he would become the leader of the Ming Cult with unrivaled martial arts skills in the world.
Then Zhang Sanfeng took arrows and pulled out the poison for the big man to heal his wounds, while Murong Fu went to the shore to take Li Mochou to the boat. Li Mochou was also very surprised to see Zhang Sanfeng. She didn't expect to meet the legendary number one in martial arts, so she stepped forward to greet him.
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However, Murong Fu did not introduce him as his apprentice.
The big man with the beard had just wrapped up the wound, then he knelt on the ground and said, "Young man Chang Yuchun, thank you old Taoist and young master for saving your life."
Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand in vain, and Chang Yuchun stood up involuntarily. His inner strength control was many times more sophisticated than that of Murong Fu.
Murong Fu was yearning for it and decided that after returning this time, he must study martial arts and accumulate some capital to show off.
Zhang Sanfeng said: "Chang Yingxiong does not need to be so generous. You are seriously injured internally. Please lie down and rest quickly."
Murong Fu said: "Yes, Brother Chang, you don't have to be polite if you can help with a little effort."
When Chang Yuchun heard these two people calling him heroes and elder brothers, he felt flattered and wanted to kneel down to worship him again. Murong Fu quickly went over to support him and let him rest. Chang Yuchun had no choice but to lie down.
Murong Fu saw the little girl sitting on the bow of the boat weeping, watching the boat where her father's body was floating further and further away. He thought to himself: "This must be Zhou Zhiruo, but I don't know why the boatmen on the bank of the Han River have never heard of a pair of Zhou Zhiruo.
Father and daughter."
The little girl is about ten years old, her clothes are in tatters, her feet are bare, she has a beautiful face, and she is absolutely a stunning little beauty.