Along the street, they asked a few people how to walk Dali Wuliang Mountain, and the people who were asked shook their heads and said they didn't know.

Murong Fu is also very helpless, in this era, the traffic is difficult, and many ordinary people will never go out of the door for the rest of their lives.

There was no way, he had to follow the memories of his previous life all the way west, as long as he was close to Wuliang Mountain, he could always inquire.

Passing by a steamed bun shop, a man in Tsing Yi was punching and kicking a little beggar, scolding in his mouth: "You, let you steal my buns, see if I don't kill you......"

The man is very vicious, attacking the fragile parts of the human body.

"Okay, finally let me get the opportunity to do chivalrous righteousness!" Murong Fu suddenly came to his senses.

He didn't really have any righteous heart, but when he came to this martial arts world, he never had any opportunity to show his martial arts, which made him feel very bored and bored.

Murong Fu stepped forward and grabbed the big man's hand, turned his face sideways and didn't look at him, and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you beat someone!"

The big man twisted his hand, but found that he couldn't move at all, and said angrily: "This damn beggar stole my buns."

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Murong replied: "He was originally a beggar, so he should be a charity, why should he be so heavy-handed?"

The man in Tsing Yi glanced at Murong Fu, and saw that this young man was so vigorous at a young age, and he was also equipped with a long sword, most of them were those people in the martial arts who came and went.

I didn't dare to be rude at the moment, and said in a harmonious voice: "Shaoxia, this little beggar has stolen my buns many times, the first two times I saw him pitiful, I didn't say anything, but he has to come every day, how can I stand this small business." ”

Murong Fu was a little embarrassed, it was only three things, so it was indeed wrong for the little beggar.

Let go of the man's hand and take out an ingots of ten taels of silver from the baggage and throw it to him, and said: "Forget it, this money will be paid to you, if he comes again in the future, you can give him a few buns every day, is it enough?"

When he went out, Azhu put more than 100 taels of silver in his baggage. The cost of the road is very low, so it is a bit lavish.

The man nodded again and again with a pleasant face and said, "Enough is enough, I will definitely follow the young man's orders." ”

Murong Fu turned around and wanted to leave, and glanced at the little beggar casually, but his heart trembled, it was a pair of bright and unshiny eyes, containing endless gloom and indifference.

How desperate it must be to have such a look. The little beggar fell to the ground, wrapped tightly from head to toe in a gray ragged shirt, his face was so black that he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, and his little hands were tightly covering something.

Murong Fu's heart softened for no reason, and he stepped forward to help the little beggar, "Your name is ......" Before he finished speaking, the little beggar glanced at him, turned around and ran away.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then relieved, the little beggar should not believe that there are still good people in this world.

After a chivalrous addiction, but unfortunately just an ordinary person, Murong Fu was a little lacking in interest, found an inn, and took a hot bath beautifully.

Taking a hot bath is the best way to relieve fatigue, and every time he goes to a town, Murong Fu will definitely enjoy it like this. It's a pity that it's still not as hot springs as the later generations.

Murong Fu, who set off again, walked to a remote place in the town, and happened to see a few little beggars kicking and beating something in a circle.

Murong Fu inexplicably thought of the little beggar before, so he hurriedly walked over, only to hear them gossip: "Eat mixed rice in our territory, and dare not pay taxes!"

"That's it, you broom star, see if we don't kill you!"

"Shoot him, kill him......"

“......”

Murong Fu pushed away the two beggars and shouted, "Stop." ”

The beggars around him stopped and looked at Murong Fu in a daze. Murong Fu looked on the ground, and sure enough, it was the little beggar from before, with a bunch of footprints on his body, and he was still holding something tightly in his hand, which should be the bun he stole before.

A little beggar said fiercely, "Hey, don't be nosy. He raised his fist at the same time.

Murong Fu glanced at him, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, he snorted coldly, did not speak, and raised his long sword slightly, ready to be unsheathed at any time.

Another slightly older beggar next to him saw that he was dressed extraordinarily and still holding a sword in his hand, most of which was not easy to mess with, so he immediately saw the opportunity and said, "Forget it, let's go." With a wave of his hand, he walked away briskly with the other beggars.

Murong Fu picked up the little beggar again, only to feel that his body was fluttering. Just as he wanted to speak, the little beggar went away on his own.

Although he was deflated twice in a row, Murong Fu had an urge to catch up and explore his story, and finally endured it. A carriage was hired out of town and continued westward.

At night, Murong Fu parked the carriage in the forest, and was meditating in the car to practice the Nameless Mind Method, he could not cultivate internal strength, but the Nameless Heart Method was a must be practiced every day.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and the sound of fighting weapons intersecting could be faintly heard in the distance. Murong Fu stopped cultivating, and when he came to this world, it was the first time he encountered a vendetta in the rivers and lakes, and he couldn't help but walk over with curiosity.

After a while, Murong Fu came to a wide place, hid behind a tree and looked at it from a distance, but it was three middle-aged men who were besieging an old man.

I saw that the three swords were blue and pointed directly at the old man, and the moves they used were the same, but they stabbed the old man's lower abdomen, left chest and throat respectively, which can be described as ruthless and fierce.

The old man held the sword trick in his left hand, and raised the long sword obliquely in his right hand, until the three of them rushed closer, and the long sword swung left and right to swing away the swords on both sides, and then swiped upward, and the sword in the middle was also swung away.

"Wonderful!" Murong Fu secretly exclaimed in his heart, this stroke of flirting movements was ingenious and coherent, round and wishful. It is not difficult to see that this old man must be a swordsmanship master, who will it be? Murong Fu's mind flipped, thinking about the swordsmanship master in the golden book.

In the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen moves, and the old man's martial arts were obviously much higher than the three of them, but his movements were occasionally stagnant, and he seemed to have suffered extremely serious internal injuries, and even had a little mercy on his subordinates.

Murong Fu was inexplicable, the old man's injury obviously couldn't be delayed any longer, and he was still soft on the enemy in this case, so he really couldn't figure it out. Even so, the three of them were obviously not opponents, and every sword stab would be dodged or parried by the old man.

Suddenly, I saw the old man holding the swords of the three people, drawing a half circle in the air and pushing them away, and then the sword was handed over to his left hand, and his right hand was slapped in the face of the three people.

This slap was so wonderful that even if the three of them knew that the old man was going to hit them in the face, they couldn't dodge it. The three of them flew out upside down, and they all spit out a mouthful of blood, and exclaimed in unison: "Liancheng Jue!"

"Poof" The old man also vomited a mouthful of blood, and just now he used a small amount of internal force to aggravate his injuries. The old man breathed a sigh of relief, slowly walked towards the three of them with his sword, and said in a deep voice: "Evil animal, don't kneel down yet!"