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Chapter Seventy-Eight-[The Lion King of Nanshan]

Murong Fu waved his hand, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "How did I know, the fire had already burned when I came, and I haven't seen any arsonists......"

As soon as he said this, he suddenly saw the yellow-haired old man coughing loudly, followed by tears pouring out, and he couldn't open his eyes suddenly.

Murong Fu felt strange, and said in his heart, "Won't you be scolded and cried by me for a few words, are you still a man?" Just as he was about to enlighten him a few words, he heard the yellow-haired old man roar and shouted: "Stinky boy, you are secretly poisoning, who are you?"

After shouting, he couldn't support the toxic erosion, and the whole person fell to the ground with a "coo" sound. Not only the yellow-haired old man, but even the giant lion behind him fell to the ground with a "grunt" and couldn't move.

But only at this moment, Murong Fu still didn't know what was going on.

If the yellow-haired old man and the lions were poisoned, why were they completely unconscious? But if you look closely, the other party doesn't seem to be pretending.

"Could it be that someone really poisoned ?......"

"By the way, I once devoured the reckless clams of the King of Ten Thousand Poisons, and I am not afraid of any poison at all......"

Murong Fu whispered in his heart, and quickly reacted, "Then who is poisoning? Where is the poison? Colorless and tasteless, I don't even have any sense!"

Thinking about it, the true qi poured into the lungs, and roared, wanting to startle the poisoner.

"What kind of person? what kind of person is sneakily poisoning, get out of here and die!"

In an instant, footsteps sounded on the south, east, and west sides at the same time, and three teams of men and horses in neat armor rushed out from the mountain beam in the distance. It seems that there are seventy or eighty people in each team, and there are more than two hundred soldiers in total, all wearing the same ironclad uniforms.

A team in the east was the first to raise the flag, a total of four small flags, the flag was black silk as the bottom, the white side was embroidered, the left two flags were embroidered with the word "Xixia", and the two flags on the right were embroidered with the word "Helian".

The crowd rushed and stood separately with the flag raised, making way for the four to make way.

Suddenly, the main man stepped forward to show up, thirty-four or five years old, with a hooked nose and a beard. Followed closely by the man dressed as a two-yuan general, one was extremely tall, with a huge nose, and the other had an extremely long face and sharp eyes.

In the hands of the long-faced man, he held a seven or eight-year-old girl tightly, although she was coarse in cloth, she could not hide her delicate appearance, and she had the potential to be a beauty at a young age.

It's just that the little girl's mouth was covered, she couldn't make a sound, and her face was full of tears, but she had already cried many times.

As soon as everyone appeared, the big-nosed man raised his voice and shouted: "The general of the Western Xia Kingdom has arrived, and the grass people are not going to come forward to meet you!"

"I'm going, it turns out that the people of Xixia Yipintang have arrived!"

Murong Fu smiled faintly in his heart, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, he opened his voice coldly, and said disdainfully: "What? Put it in front of me, but it's the same as a straw bale, and you can wear the word 'goodbye'?"

The main man standing in front of the two generals was Helian Tieshu, who was slightly angry when he heard this, and at the same time slightly startled, and shouted backwards: "Nuerhai, didn't you ask you to poison it? Why didn't this kid fall down after being poisoned?"

Nu Erhai is the big-nosed man, and the long-faced man who grabbed the little girl is Li Yanzong, and it was these two people who were ordered to poison him.

Nuerhai couldn't figure out what the reason was, and in the face of Helian Tieshu's question, his face was ugly, and he asked Li Yanzong: "Li Yanzong, is it because you don't have enough poison." We acted separately, I was responsible for burning the hut, and you were responsible for poisoning the fireworks, did you put less so that this kid was not poisoned. ”

The spearhead pointed at it, and quickly put the blame on Li Yanzong's head, Helian Tieshu looked at him coldly, Li Yanzong hurriedly defended, and said: "How is it possible, I put enough to ensure that the poison can drift along the smoke and dust and cover a range of dozens of zhang." If there is really a problem, unless it is because the medicinal properties of 'sad crisp and refreshing wind' are not enough. ”

"It turned out to be the strange poisonous fragrance of Xixia Yipintang's 'sad crisp breeze', no wonder it is colorless and tasteless, and it can put down the fierce giant lion, the opportunity cannot be lost, since it is met, it is necessary to take it in your hands. ”

Murong Fu whispered in his heart, he had long been unaccustomed to seeing these Western Xia soldiers behaving the same as if he didn't exist. With a roar, Ling Bo moved slightly, grabbed Helian Tieshu, and scolded coldly: "Have you finished speaking, don't you know when the master doesn't exist?" ”

Murong Fu moved, and immediately attracted everyone's attention, and without commanding, the bowstrings of the soldiers nearby vibrate, and countless arrows shot out with a "whoosh".

But I saw Murong Fu's figure interspersed, coming and going in a flash, and in a flash, he avoided the arrows, covered his big palm, and still grabbed Helian Tieshu, and said with a smile: "Why, do you want to shoot me with such an uncertain bow and arrow?"

After saying a word, the person had already arrived in front of Helian Tieshu, and with a tightening of his palm, he took it to the other party's shoulder. Helian Tieshu was powerless to avoid it at all, and shouted in a panic: "Nurhai, Li Yanzong, come and save me......"

However, before the cries stopped, Murong Fu had already retreated with the person, stood lightly in front of the soldiers, stretched out his left foot, and stepped on Helian Tieshu under his feet strictly, and the other party couldn't even move.

All of a sudden, the soldiers were shocked, who would have thought that Murong Fu would shoot so fast.

"You kid is so bold, let the general go quickly......"

Nurhai scolded, quickly led his troops forward, outflanked left and right, and surrounded him.

Li Yanzong was also so anxious that his face changed, and he rushed forward with the little girl in his hand, panicking for a moment and forgetting to continue to cover the little girl's mouth. As soon as the little girl opened her mouth, she howled and cried, and immediately shouted at the yellow-haired old man who fell to the ground: "Grandpa, grandpa, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, wake up quickly, come and save me." ”

The sad breeze is just a fragrance, it can charm people but not poison people, although the yellow-haired old man who was poisoned and fell down is stiff all over, his eyes and mouth can still move. Seeing his granddaughter crying and crying, his heart was angry, and he scolded viciously: "The dog Tartar of Western Xia secretly uses poison to harm people, you are really shameless! ”

The yellow-haired old man spoke, but he temporarily attracted the attention of the soldiers. Nurhai was overjoyed in his heart, and said: "Yes, this kid is with the Mingjiao Dharma King, he is a member of the Mingjiao, he has taken the general, I will use this old man to threaten him, and I will definitely be able to rescue the general." ”

As soon as he turned his steps, he jumped with his knife, and quickly grabbed the yellow-haired old man's neck and lifted it, pointed at it horizontally, and roared at Murong Fu and shouted: "Boy, you quickly release the general, otherwise I will cut this old man with one sword." Presumably you are a member of the Ming Sect, and you will not even care about the life of your own Guardian Dharma King!"

"Guardian Dharma King, this yellow-haired old man is the Guardian Dharma King of the Ming Sect?" Murong Fu muttered in his heart, looked at Nu Erhai and the hostages in the other party's hands suspiciously, and asked, "Hey, the yellow-haired old man, are you really the Guardian Dharma King of the Ming Sect?"

The yellow-haired old man looked horizontally to the sky and did not reply, as if he did not want to accept this favor.

At this time, the little girl Li Yanzong held in his hand spoke, crying and begging: "Uncle, you save me, save my grandfather, my grandfather is the Nanshan Lion King, the guardian of the Ming Sect, you saved us, and my grandfather and I will thank you." ”

The little girl is eleven or twelve years old, and she can already think about something, and when she sees that her grandfather does not answer, she is afraid of being hurt by the bad people, so she naturally pleads, which is human nature.

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