"Murong, my friend, it's been a long time!"

Basel stepped forward and hugged Murong Fu very enthusiastically, and then said in broken Chinese in his ear: "When you wrote to me, I was shocked!" ”

Murong Fu didn't have any special dislike for Westerners to greet each other like this, after all, he had seen a lot in his previous life.

It was precisely because he had a different attitude towards these Westerners than ordinary Han Chinese, and did not regard them as outliers, that he became friends with Basel's father.

Murong Fu and Basel have indeed not seen each other for many years, after all, when he first met each other, Basel was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but perhaps because of the frequent exposure to the wind and sun, he now looks older than himself, like an uncle.

"Okay, don't play tricks, let me introduce you, this is my wife Li Qingzhao!"

After Murong Fu broke free of Basel's embrace, he pulled Li Qingzhao, who was wearing a green shirt behind him and had a dusty temperament, elegant and beautiful, and introduced it.

As soon as Basel saw Li Qingzhao, he was immediately deeply attracted by her classical oriental beauty, and couldn't help but praise again and again, looking amazing. 🄼.🆅🄾𝔻🆃𝓦.🄲🄾🅼

"Oh! Beautiful girl, hello, my name is Basel, you can also call me Lao Ba, Murong often calls me that! ”

Although Basel was a little moved by Li Qingzhao's beauty, the other party was Murong Fu's wife after all, so he still reached out politely.

Li Qingzhao was familiar with ancient literature and books, and when he came, he also knew something about these overseas people, so after hesitating, he stretched out his hand as soft as white jade.

Just when the hands of the two were about to clasp together, Murong Fu directly slapped Basel's hand away, and said unceremoniously: "This is my territory, don't talk about your rules, this set is still exempt!" ”

Basel's custom is not just to shake hands, when they see a beautiful woman, they will think that they are gentlemen to kiss the back of each other's hands, Murong Fu is not so open, naturally he will not let a man kiss his woman's hand, even if the other party is his acquaintance.

In the face of Murong Fu's stopping, Basel was not annoyed, but sighed very regretfully.

Murong Fu can be said to know this guy's temperament very well, and he is not afraid that he will be angry, so after kicking his ass, he took Li Qingzhao's hand and left directly.

Seeing Basel fall into the mud, coupled with his funny and exaggerated movements, Li Qingzhao, who glanced back, couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle, thinking it was very interesting.

"Murong, you kicked me this time, why can't I move my whole body?"

"Is this how you taught my father how to defend himself?"

"Huh! Don't go! I'm here to learn kung fu from you this time, so you can't help but teach me! ”

After a while, Basel staggered up from the ground, and then hurriedly chased in the direction where Murong Fu and Li Qingzhao left, and shouted regardless of the image while chasing.

In the inn.

After taking a hot shower, Basel changed into an inappropriate shirt and walked downstairs.

But seeing that his neckline was open, although it was a new dress prepared by Murong Fu, every place looked crumpled, and with Basel's appearance that was different from that of the Han people, it looked even more discordant.

Murong Fu and Li Qingzhao both thought so, but in Basel's opinion, they felt that they were very good-looking, and when they were proud, they also showed off to the two of them in a circle.

"Don't turn around, you have to like it, I'll give you another hundred sets when I leave, sit down!"

Looking at the table of delicacies, Basel sat down and tasted it without any more pretensions.

He was full of yearning for everything in Middle-earth, and he was even more obsessed with the culture of the Han Chinese, and if it weren't for the fact that the Arabs were good at seafaring, and he needed to trade with people from various countries, he would have lived here forever!

Although Basel also wanted to behave as a gentleman and elegant in front of the beauties, he couldn't stand the life at sea for months, so he ate a few bites and feasted on it regardless of his image.

Murong Fu and Li Qingzhao had a shallow taste, obviously having eaten their fills in advance.

When Basel was full of wine and food, he first exchanged pleasantries with Murong Fu, and then talked to him about business.

Murong Fu took out the saltpeter ore needed for gunpowder, as well as various pig iron ores, to show Barse, hoping to exchange for these resources of their country, and there was no limit.

Arabia was a place rich in mineral resources, but they did not have a way to extract saltpeter, so it was not until the 14th century that they tried their best to buy saltpeter from Middle-earth to complete the production of gunpowder.

Basel is an expert in identification, and after making some notes and taking some samples, he said that he would consult with his father and his family when he returned, and would reply as soon as possible.

Among them, they can't sell all the iron ore to Murong Fu, but this unknown ore, if their country has it, will definitely mine it and trade with Murong Fu.

In addition to these mineral resources, Murong Fu also traded some special products from other countries with Basel, including a bag of dazzling gems, which immediately attracted Murong Fu's attention.

"Murong, if you want these gems, I can give them to you for free, but you have to teach me kung fu!"

This gem was given to him by their king when Basel traded with the Persian kingdom, in addition to these, there were several bags on the ship, and with his friendship with Murong Fu, it was nothing to give some to the other party.

Murong Fu saw that he had been thinking about learning martial arts, and couldn't help laughing: "I know a lot of martial arts, but if you practice martial arts at your age, I'm afraid it's not easy, I'll take a look at your talent first, what kind of martial arts you are suitable for, and then teach you!" ”

"No problem!"

Basel stood up happily.

Murong Fu walked up to him, touched his bones for him, and sighed: "Your muscles and bones have been formed, even if you practice martial arts, it is estimated that it will be difficult to achieve anything!" ”

"What then?"

When Basel heard this, he couldn't help but feel disappointed, but at the same time, he asked a little unwillingly.

Murong Fu said: "Although I can't train you to become a master, I can teach you a leg skill, and it is no problem to beat twenty or thirty people at a time!" ”

"Isn't that a master?"

When Basel heard this, he was immediately stunned!

If in their country, if they can defeat three with one, they are already great warriors, and if they can defeat ten warriors with one against ten, they are not considered masters?

If he knew Murong Fu's achievements on the battlefield, it was estimated that even his jaw would drop in shock!

Murong Fu naturally couldn't explain the mysteries of martial arts to a Westerner, so he wrote down a leg technique collected by the Murong family on a piece of paper, accompanied by a few pictures, and handed it to the other party.

Basel took it in his arms as if he had found it, and then graciously took out a large bag of gems and placed them on the table.