Li Guxing and Zhao Wuqian thought about it separately, while Luo Dagou noticed that something was wrong and was anxious.

Although he is young and does not have much martial arts, he is smart and clever, and his mind is unpredictable, and he has already noticed something, and he can't help but urge.

"Why aren't you leaving? If you delay your feet, Sister Xiao's poison can't be cured! ”

Li Guxing sighed secretly and persuaded Zhao Wuqian: "Luo Dagou is right, everything is important to Xiao Meiren. My life...... It's not a pity to ......."

Zhao Wuqian said: "What did you say?" The Murong family is also in Jiangnan, not far from here, you wait, I'll come when I go! ”

The word was still an exit, and the figure had floated on the horse's back, and the horse neighed, and the dust was raised, and it had run out.

"And ......"

Li Guxing wanted to say the word slow, but he was full of sadness and melancholy, but he called out like this, his throat was plugged, and where did he say the second word.

Murong Longde and the beggar Meng Biao secretly formed a bond, and they could be a helper for Li Guxing.

And that Gongsun Chun and Meng Biao have been at odds for many years, and Zhao Wuqian gave him five hundred silver, which was also to pave the way for Li Guxing, pull the Murong family into the water, and increase Li Guxing's chance of survival.

Luo Dagou was also afraid, afraid that Li Guxing would have too many helpers, and that Li Guxing would not die, so he spoke out to urge him to hurry.

But he asked himself, but with a sense of sadness, looking at Li Guxing's face and eyes were a little ruddy.

Li Guxing sighed again, extremely helpless.

Zhao Wuqian probably forgot that Xiao Han had killed many disciples of the Beggar Gang without saying a word. Although it is excusable that they acted first, they have to give an explanation to the beggars after hurting so many lives. If it weren't for the fact that they had used their own lives and the 'Luo Shen Sword Technique' to achieve the great reputation of the beggar Elder Meng, how could they save their enemies.

Looking at Zhao Wuqian's figure gradually moving away, Li Guxing smiled self-deprecatingly.

"How can I be a brother!"

Now he didn't have any thoughts, so he took his clothes casually, left marks all the way, and took Luo Dagou to an inn.

Zhao Wuqian rode a fast horse and galloped away, time waits for no one, he needs to go to Murong's house and return quickly, and if he delays for a long time, he may cause trouble.

The fast horse galloped to dusk, and the sunset pulled his shadow long, making the early spring season a little more melancholy.

As the king of Nanwulin, the Murong family is not difficult to find, Xu is influenced by the literati in Jiangnan, although the Murong family has practiced martial arts from generation to generation, the mansion does not have the slightest majesty, but has a lot of strong sense of books and ink.

Zhao Wuqian knocked on the door and saluted through the door.

"Kunlun Bai Xiao Zhenren's subordinate Zhao has no money, and he came to visit Master Murong, the king of Nanwulin."

Murong Longde, as the king of the Southern Martial Arts, has made a lot of heroes in the world, and the etiquette has been prepared for several weeks, and the housekeeper hurriedly freshened up and greeted him when he went out in person.

Zhao Wuqian was originally sloppy and slightly rickety, but he was serious again for Li Guxing and straightened up.

Although he was dressed in tatters, the disciple's bearing was so full that no one dared to despise him.

Murong Longde was originally a descendant of Xianbei, born with long skin, white and greasy skin, thin lips and thin eyebrows, and a very feminine appearance.

It is said that his ancestor is the famous Murong Chong, a beautiful man who can be ranked among the best throughout the millennium.

Although he has aged over the years, the top of his head is slightly sparse, but it seems that his appearance has not been damaged at all, and more fairy wind bones are hidden in it, which makes people dare not look at it directly.

Zhao Wuqian bowed and saluted, "Junior, Zhao Wuqian, meet Master Murong." ”

Before he could go down, Murong Longde had already taken a step ahead of him and stretched out his palms to hold him up, and said politely: "Where is the virtuous nephew, come into the mansion quickly." ”

Along the way, Murong Longde introduced him to various scenery in the mansion, but he was bent on seeking more life for Li Guxing, thinking about words in his head, and did not appreciate the beautiful scenery of the Murong family alone in the world, but only responded with a little perfunctory.

Zhao Wuqian was Bai Xiaozhen's personal disciple, and Murong Longde took him to his study to serve tea in order to show his heart.

"Virtuous nephew, how is Master Ling lately?"

Zhao Wuqian was slightly stunned, he had been down the mountain for a long time, Bai Xiao's real person was not clear, and said frankly: "I don't hide it, the younger generation went down the mountain privately, although he was not famous by the Kunlun faction, it was not much different from the anti-teacher." ”

Murong Longde smiled heartily, stroked his beard, stared at it for a moment, and paused before speaking.

"Where is the virtuous nephew, Bai Xiao Zhenren has no children and no daughters in his life, and in his later years, a disciple like you is like his own son, and it is too late to hurt you. When the child grows up, he always has his own opinions, and when he has the opportunity, I will personally send you back to the mountain, and by the way, I will see the face of the teacher. ”

That Murong Longde is worthy of being the king of Nanwulin, his style of action is not leaky, he takes care of Zhao Wuqian everywhere, he is diligent and does not lose his demeanor, he treats him like a nephew, which makes Zhao Wuqian's heart full of warmth.

In fact, the Kunlun faction has no contact with the Murong family, and it does not have such a good relationship as rumored in the rivers and lakes, one is located in the west, the other is in the hinterland of the Central Plains, and the difference between the two is 108,000 miles, even if they have the heart to make friends, they can't reach it, after all, the carriage and horses are very long, and the days are very short.

In recent years, due to the Shaolin Wudang faction brewing tea at the top of Mount Tai, Bai Xiao Zhenren, who is not out of the gate, has been promoted as one of the three peaks, which has attracted the attention of Murong Longde, the king of Southern Martial Arts.

In order to test the strength of the Kunlun faction, Murong Longde personally sent his eldest son Murong Yuan to worship the mountain to greet him.

Compared with the second son Murong Kang, Murong Yuan is the same opposite temperament except for the same arrogance.

He was hard and steady, studied hard in martial arts, and was taught by Murong Longde, and at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he made a name for himself in the rivers and lakes, and as the eldest son, he was cultivated as the next head of the Murong family.

Murong Longde didn't say anything, but he was a hundred proud and ten thousand satisfied with this son in his heart.

Sending him to Kunlun Mountain, named Baishan, is actually to show the strength of his juniors, and he has some thoughts of showing off his might.

It's a pity that Murong Yuan met Zhao Wuqian, Bai Xiao Zhenren's personal disciple.

It was also a coincidence that Zhao Wuqian quarreled with his brothers and sisters that day, scolded a bunch of people, and came to the front mountain to sweep the floor by himself.

It is also strange that Murong Yuan was intent on being powerful among the young disciples of the Kunlun Sect, so he did not offer a mountain worship sticker, and secretly went up the mountain.

Seeing a little Taoist priest sweeping the floor, sloppy and sloppy, slightly rickety, he stepped forward and asked, "Dare to ask the little Taoist, but are you from the Kunlun faction?" ”

Zhao Wuqian had just finished arguing with his senior brothers, and he was upset, seeing that Murong Yuan had a respectful attitude, his demeanor was very high-flying, and he didn't give him a good look, glanced at him, turned around and continued to sweep the floor.

That Murong Yuan is a child of the family, because of his father's relationship, where he goes, he is not respected, and where he has been treated with such a cold look, he immediately changed his face, and his voice was slightly deeper.

"Little Daoist, why don't you reply to me?"

Zhao Wuqian's mouth is very powerful, but he was in a bad mood and ran into someone who was not afraid of death and came to the door, venting all the idle anger in his brain, and Murong Yuan, who was directly damaged, wanted to cry without tears, so he was so angry that he suddenly pulled out his long sword.

He originally held his own identity, how could the eldest son of the Murong family in Jiangnan really be rude with an unknown little Taoist priest who was not a famous sweeper in Kunlun, and wanted to pull out a long sword to scare him, so that the little Taoist priest could compensate himself and save some face for a step.

Who would have thought that the little Taoist priest was not only not afraid, but ridiculed even more happily, and after a mockery, he actually used a sweeping broom to beat Murong Yuan and rolled all over the ground, which was regarded as losing the face of the Murong family and flying down the mountain.

Zhao Wuqian beat Murong Yuan, and when he left, he showed off his might and told him his name.

also blamed his own junior brother for doing too much, so he put this idleness on Murong Yuan.

It's just that Murong Yuan didn't know Zhao Wuqian's identity, and when he returned home, he was depressed, and he lost his soul for two consecutive years, and he was even more shocked that he was timid when he heard the words 'Kunlun faction', and he couldn't make trouble with his father Murong Longde.

As an elder, I wouldn't have cared too much about the affairs of the younger generation, and I was even a little complacent, after all, Murong Yuan was crazy, and he regarded the younger generation in the martial arts as a rice bucket, and it was a good thing to be able to suffer some setbacks and work hard.

But after that incident, Zhao Wuqian's martial arts left an imprint in Murong Longde's heart, and when he saw the deity this time, he looked at him from time to time, his eyes were somewhat sharp.

Zhao Wuqian was a little stunned by him, and he didn't know where he had offended such a martial arts Taishan Beidou-like figure, so he asked tentatively: "Dare to ask Master Murong, has the poor Dao offended the Murong family?" ”

Murong Longde smiled heartily.

"There was a little episode a few years ago."

Xuan was about to tell this past, which caused Zhao Wuqian to be embarrassed for a while, and hurriedly made amends.

Murong Longde also knew that Zhao Wuqian was spoiled on Kunlun Mountain, and he was a young man after all, so he comforted him very generously, which made Zhao Wuqian feel at ease.

Murong Longde looked at him meaningfully, and weighed his words before he spoke: "There is something I want to trouble my nephew, don't shirk my nephew." ”

Zhao Wuqian already asks for help, where can he dare to shirk half a point, "But it is impossible to do it." ”

"It's not a big deal, I just want my nephew to compete with my unsuccessful child again."

"This ......"

Zhao Wuqian hesitated slightly, I don't know if I want to use all my strength, then Murong Yuan is powerful, but compared to himself, it is a little worse, even if there is progress over the years, it is expected that it will not be good, if they defeat their eldest son in Murong's family, how can they be embarrassed to ask for help?

Unexpectedly, Murong Longde saw through his concerns and smiled even more heartily.

"The juniors are just learning from each other, don't think too much about the virtuous nephew. My child is thinking about it, and I hope that my nephew can fulfill it. ”

Seeing this situation, where could Zhao Wuqian refuse, he reluctantly responded, looking helpless.

Who knew that Murong Longde added: "Don't keep your hands on the virtuous nephew, otherwise I won't be able to help you with what you ask for." ”

Zhao Wuqian was taken aback, and then looked at Murong Longde, he was already a little more vigilant in his heart, and he was worthy of being the king of the Southern Martial Arts, if he couldn't even guess these, he wouldn't have to sit in the position of Martial Arts Taishan Beidou.

Murong Longde didn't know the purpose of Zhao Wuqian's coming, but he guessed it when he thought about it.

The so-called is not not to go to the Three Treasures Palace, the Kunlun faction and the Murong family have never had much intersection, this time they came either to ask for someone or to smash the field, Zhao Wuqian's humble appearance is obviously the former.

Moreover, the fact that he Kunlun sent Bai Xiao Zhenren to sit down and personally spread the disciple to leave the mountain gate is not a secret, and the matter of the eldest disciple He Saizi suppressing the Fuwei Dart Bureau with a few long swords in order to save his junior brother has also spread, plus many famous and decent people have not united to go to the Wanyou Inn to embarrass Li Guxing, and the fool also knows the role of Zhao Wuqian in this.

Most of the people who came here this time wanted to be a lobbyist and mediate for Li Guxing in the rivers and lakes.

He and Li Guxing's father were once known as the king of martial arts in the north and south, and they admired Li Sigu's character and martial arts very much, and they didn't believe that Li Sigu and Li Guxing surrendered to treason, and they had the heart to help Li Guxing, so they treated Zhao Wuqian politely.

It's just that things are one yard at a time, so that Zhao Wuqian can exercise his son again, but it is not a good thing, I am afraid that he will keep his hand, so he is forced to speak.

Zhao Wuqian thought for a while, made up his mind, took out his long sword, and pulled a sword flower.

"Without further ado, please be merciful to Murong Gongzi's subordinates!"