The next morning, after Murong Fu and Dao Baifeng washed up, they were about to go downstairs for some breakfast, when the door next door also opened at the same time, and Fang Baihua walked out in a depressed spirit.

Dao Baifeng stepped forward to ask about it.

Fang Baihua's face turned red, and she glanced at Murong Fu secretly, but she didn't say it explicitly, only saying that she was worried about the safety of her eldest brother.

Dao Baifeng assured her again and again that there was a bone renewal elixir such as Black Jade Intermittent Cream, and when they went back, her eldest brother's hand would be restored.

After hearing this, Fang Baihua nodded absentmindedly.

After the three of them ate some porridge and pasta, the two Mingjiao people walked in from outside, indicating that the ship to go to sea was ready and the supplies were ready.

Murong Fu and the three of them had eaten and drunk enough at this time, and walked out of the inn like uncles.

The two Mingjiao envoys silently paid for the meal, and the group came to the coast.

Seeing a large passenger ship docked on the sea that could accommodate four or five hundred people, Murong Fu was very satisfied with this, and slowly boarded the deck, smelling the salty sea breeze blowing on the sea, and was in a good mood.

Dao Baifeng was like a virtuous wife, and she had been by his side every step of the way, but Fang Baihua followed behind the two, which seemed a little redundant. 𝙢.𝙑🅾𝘿𝙏𝕎.𝘾𝓞𝓜

After the two Mingjiao envoys boarded the ship, the ship left the port directly and headed south.

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Two and a half days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Murong Fu traveled with the United States, naturally he didn't feel lonely, and when he looked at the misty and looming island in the distance, he gradually put away his playfulness in the past few days.

And the faces of the two Mingjiao envoys at this moment did not shy away from showing a sneer, and murderous intent appeared in their eyes.

With the docking of the sea boat, more than four or five hundred people have already gathered on the shore, some of them are coarse linen clothes, some are brocade clothes, and many people are holding swords, at first glance they are people from the rivers and lakes, and only more than ten people standing in the front are wearing white robes to distinguish them from them.

Murong Fu guessed that those strangely dressed people should be members of the Ming Sect of Middle Earth, and those who wore white robes were most likely people from the Persian Sect.

When Murong Fu and the others stepped off the boat, a yellow-haired, blue-eyed, tall white-robed bearded man greeted him, and said in a broken Central Plains dialect, "Prince Wang has come to Guangming Island, I have been waiting for a long time!" ”

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Your Sect is not like a greeting in such a battle. ”

The Hu man pretended not to hear the ridicule in his words, and introduced himself, "I am one of the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings of the Persian Ming Sect, and I specially invited my son to the island this time to conspire with great things. ”

"Oh? I'm going to listen to it! ”

Murong Fu said very casually.

Although he can be named the Ever-Victorious Treasure Tree King, his martial arts must be the highest person among the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings, but he is not afraid.

The King of the Treasure Tree of Changsheng stepped out of the way, raised his empty hand and said, "A feast has been set up on the island, please move your son." ”

Murong Fu walked away, ignoring the malicious eyes gathered around him.

Dao Baifeng lightly held Murong Fu's arm, his face was also full of confidence and calmness, only Fang Baihua followed behind the two, quite frightened, wanting to remind them not to be fooled.

However, the Ever-Victorious Treasure Tree King was standing next to her, and the people around her were staring at her, so she could only suppress the uneasiness in her heart.

After a while, the group came to an open place in the center of the island, surrounded by a lot of fire altars made of white stones, and in the most central position, there is a big tripod made of gold, the fire is burning in the ding, the flame is more than a foot high, and the place is reflected like a white sun.

Around the altar in the middle, there are blankets on the east and west sides, and more than a dozen wooden tables are placed on them, with melons, fruits, wine, and other things.

Because Mingjiao advocates vegetarianism, there is no cooked meat on the table, after Murong Fu entered the table, he picked up the wine jug and smelled it, it was the so-called wine, and it was only fruit wine.

The King of the Everlasting Treasure Tree was at the top of the list, and most of the people seated below were the Persian Patriarch in white robes, and only a few faces from Middle-earth could sit at the table.

"The son calls himself Wang Lang of Suzhou, but I think this may not be his real name, I don't know if he can show his true face?"

At this time, a man in a kudzu shirt spoke slowly, and although his voice was not loud, it reached the ears of everyone present.

Murong Fu knew that the true face he was talking about was not that his mask was seen through by the other party, but that he was referring to his identity.

"I don't know what Your Excellency is called?"

The man in Ge shirt said, "In Xialu Shisang, not talented, for the left protector of the Ming Sect in Middle Earth." ”

Murong Fu thought for a while and said, "In the next Zhang Wuji, in fact, this is my real name. ”

Lu Shisang looked at him quietly like this and did not speak.

And the people in the banquet and outside the banquet also looked at him, and their eyes were full of the words disbelief.

What Zhang Wuji? They haven't even heard of it, and how can someone who has already been fooled once go a second time?

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Murong Fu said again, "Okay, in fact, my name is Ling Hu Chong!" ”

Everyone still looked at him in unison and didn't speak, if it was said that his eyes could kill, it was estimated that he had died hundreds of times, and in the entire air, in addition to the sound of raging flames, Murong Fu seemed to hear the sound of crows flying overhead.

"It seems that everyone here is smart people, in that case, I won't pretend!"

Murong Fu slowly stood up, and immediately caused everyone to be on guard.

"Under Murong Fu, I have seen all the righteous people of the Ming Sect!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fists to everyone, and he didn't seem surprised.

Fang Baihua sat on the side, and was directly stunned, the huge waves in his heart were churning, thinking, he is the legendary Yan King Murong Fu?

However, just as she was thinking about it, the Mingjiao people around her suddenly burst into laughter uncontrollably, and even the dozen or so Persian Hu people couldn't stop laughing, obviously not believing that he was the emperor of that Dayan.

And this will be Murong Fu's turn to look at everyone expressionlessly.

Lu Shisang immediately shook his head and said, "Since the prince doesn't want to reveal his identity, then he doesn't have to pretend to be the king of Yan who is famous for his martial arts. ”

In order to change his identity, Murong Fu dyed the white hair on his sideburns black early in the morning, and with this mask, this group of people from the Ming Sect could recognize him as a ghost.

Fang Baihua had never seen Murong Fu before, but when she saw what the people of the Ming Sect said categorically, she also thought that Murong Fu was pretending to be King Yan to deceive here, and she was immediately annoyed.

If it weren't for Dao Baifeng's face, she would definitely teach the other party a good lesson at this moment, even if she couldn't beat it, she wouldn't allow the other party to ruin the name of King Yan.

"The name or something is just a code name, for example, the left envoy of the Mingjiao is named Lu Shinang, then I can also be called Lu Shinang, is it because my name is Lu Shinang, am I your Mingjiao left envoy Lu Shinang? Could it be that the one in Yanbei is called Murong Fu, and the surname Murong in this world can't be called Murong Fu? ”

When the people of the Ming Sect heard this, they were immediately silent.