"Is that Murong Fu?”
Tang Yi looked at the people around Wang Yuyan, but he did not feel anything.
Murong Fu was obviously older than Wang Yuyan. He looked to be in his thirties. A gem-inlaid longsword hung from his waist. At this moment, he was calmly watching the battle. He did not make a move because of his status.
Not long after, Bao Butong and Feng Poliu 'e killed all the bandits.
"Little brother, are you injured?”
Feng Poliu sheathed his knife and walked over, sizing up Tang Yi with a concerned look.
Bao Butong said," No, no. We've killed all the bandits. How could little brother be injured? Aren't you talking nonsense?"”
"What nonsense?" Feng Poliu said. I'm just concerned about this little brother."
Bao Butong said," No, no. There are many ways to care about someone. You can ask if he's hungry, cold, or tired. But you only ask if he's injured. Could it be that you really want him to be injured?”
"I have no enmity with him. What good does this do me?" Feng Po said evilly.”
Bao Butong said," No, no. If little brother is injured, you can help him heal his wounds. Then, you will have the chance to show off your skills and receive the praise of young master. Isn't that a good thing?"”
"You're really pestering me, I can't be bothered to tell you." Feng Po said viciously.”
He and Bao Butong were brothers through life and death, so he knew that Bao Butong liked to argue.
No matter what others said, Bao Butong would always refute them and argue with them. He would only be happy when his face turned red. He had long gotten used to the chaos of the past few years.
"What a pair of living treasures."
Tang Yi sympathized with Feng Poliu a little.
He had seen people who could argue, but he had never seen someone who could argue so much.
This was the moment!
A person suddenly crawled out of the pile of bandits 'corpses and ran faster than a rabbit.
Clearly, this person had been pretending to be dead the entire time. While Bao Feng was bickering, he decisively seized the last chance to escape.
"Oh no! He escaped!"
Feng Po stomped his feet angrily.
These mountain bandits were bloodthirsty by nature. If he escaped today, they would definitely harm the villagers even more.
"With me around, he can't jump."
Murong Fu's eyes locked onto the bandit. He unsheathed his sword and slashed at him.
Whoosh!
A streak of sword qi instantly formed.
The sword Qi shadow flew out, cutting down maple leaves along the way. Finally, it slashed at the bandit's back.
"Ah!"
The bandit screamed in pain. His back was covered in blood, but he was not dead.
At this moment, Feng Poliu E and Bao Butong charged forward, kicking and punching the bandit to death, making it impossible for him to harm anyone else.
"Innate Sword Qi?"
Seeing this, Tang Yi shook his head.
Murong Fu's sword attack was clearly a common technique used by Xiantian Realm warriors. The Xiantian True Qi condensed into Xiantian Sword Qi to kill the enemy from afar.
In other words, the famous Young Master Murong was only at the Xiantian Realm.
Moreover, his sword qi could not even kill a mountain bandit ten steps away. It could only heavily injure him.
" Cousin's sword just now was so strong!"
Wang Yuyan looked up at Murong Fu, her eyes filled with admiration.
It was as if in the depths of her heart, Murong Fu was the number one expert in the world.
"Small tricks, not worth mentioning."
Murong Fu pretended to be cool and then said heroically,"
"Cousin, although I'm only at the peak of the Xiantian realm now, there will be a day when I will open up the Twelve Vital Meridians and officially enter the ranks of the grandmasters. I will rebuild the glory of the Murong family!”
His words were impassioned and passionate. The image of a great leader who was ambitious and unwilling to be ordinary was about to emerge, making people follow him willingly.
Wang Yuyan's eyes were filled with stars.
At this moment, his admiration for his cousin had reached a peak. He had become a fangirl.
"Ahem…"
Tang Yi coughed dryly.
She ruined the atmosphere.
He didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, but he would vomit if he continued listening.
"Little brother, the world isn't peaceful right now. Why are you traveling alone? It's fortunate that you met us today, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.”Feng Poliu said kindly.
Murong Fu said in a pitying tone,
"Little brother, where are you going? How should I address you? In Jiangnan, there's nothing I can't do. Perhaps I can help you.”
His tone didn't sound like he was sincerely helping, but more like he was showing off.
"I want to go to Gusu City. As for my name, there's no need to mention it.”
Ever since Tang Yi traveled the Jianghu, he was cautious and rarely revealed his name.
The only time he revealed his name was when he told Jiang Yuyan.
"What?" Feng Poliu asked. You also want to go to Gusu."
"What a coincidence, we're heading back to Gusu."”
In their eyes, Tang Yi was really fated to be with them.
"Cousin, since this young master is also going to Gusu, why don't we travel together? We can look after each other along the way.”
Wang Yuyan grew up in Mantuo Villa and rarely came into contact with the outside world. She had a kind heart that did not know much about the world and liked to help others.
"Okay, then."
Murong Fu was unwilling.
But he still agreed.
He wasn't a simple Wang Yuyan. He was very wary of strangers and had always kept a distance from them.
"Thank you for your trouble."
Tang Yi smiled and cupped his fists.
Of course, he was happy to let Murong Fu lead the way, so that he wouldn't have to run around like a headless fly.
"Alright, it's getting late. Let's set off.”
Everyone set off. Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan rode on a horse, while Bao Butong and Feng Poliu E each rode on a horse. Tang Yi rode behind.
After walking eighty miles.
It was already dusk.
Everyone was in the wilderness, without a roof to cover their bodies, so they could only sleep in the wilderness.
Bao Butong and Feng Poliu 'e went into the mountains to catch a wild boar. Wang Yuyan brought some spring water. Everyone sat around the bonfire and began to eat the roasted pig.
With the sky as the quilt and the earth as the mat.
They were roasting by the bonfire and eating wild game.
Although there was no liquor, there was a mountain spring.
This kind of life was straightforward and free, and it did not waste the heroic nature of a man.
Bao Butong said as he ate,
"Little Brother Tang, I see that you are also a Jianghu person. There are many masters in the world today, but when you talk about the two most famous people, which two do you think of first?”
Tang Yi muttered to himself.
If the other party asked who had the highest martial arts in the Great Ming Dynasty, it should be the old immortal, Zhang Sanfeng. If one were to ask who stood at the peak of martial arts, then it should be the Five Uniques of the Central Plains.
But what he asked was…
Who are the two most famous people? Limit the number of people to two.
Tang Yi was not stupid, so how could he not understand what he meant?
Thus, he said indifferently,"
"If there are only two, it should be the South Murong and North Qiao peaks.”
As expected.
Hearing this.
Wang Yuyan, Feng Bo E, and Bao Butong all revealed proud expressions as they looked at Murong Fu. Murong Fu immediately let out a smug smile.
Feng Poliu E smiled,"
"Little brother, to tell you the truth, my young master is the famous Nan Murong, Murong Fu!”
Tang Yi shrugged, not really interested.
He had long guessed that the other party was Murong Fu, so what was there to be surprised about?
"What's so great about the Murong family?”
Suddenly, a mocking voice came from the night sky. The voice was hoarse and old.
This sound was like the cry of an owl or the roar of a mountain ghost. In this desolate mountain, it was really hair-raising.
" Who's there?!"
Bao Butong and Feng Poliu E hurriedly picked up their weapons.
The two of them guarded Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan vigilantly, one in front and the other behind. Their eyes widened as they examined the pitch-black forest.
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