Hearing this, Ren Yingying was secretly shocked. Although this voice was old, it had a disdainful and domineering air to it. In addition, he mentioned Murong Jun, Murong Ke, Murong Chui, and Murong De, who were all famous historical figures. Who was this person?
She looked at Huang Rong and saw the same expression in her eyes. But she did not know that Huang Rong was even more shocked than she was, because she could tell that this person was the one who kidnapped her.
Song Qingshu seemed to understand something. To verify his guess, he carefully lifted the roof tiles and the three of them saw the situation in the room.
Murong Fu's hair was disheveled as he stood in the room. In front of him was a masked elder who stood proudly. A dagger had fallen to the ground beside him. Although the three people on the roof had not personally seen what had happened, they could roughly guess what had happened. Murong Fu had probably lost the Martial Contest for the Position of Commander and had taken his own life after returning. However, he had been saved by the masked elder.
The four people mentioned by the masked old man were all famous rulers of the Yan Kingdom in the past. They had shaken the world with their might and created great achievements. They were Murong Fu's ancestors. Murong Fu was dizzy and furious, but when he suddenly heard the names of these four ancestors, it was as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. He thought, "Many years ago, my late father earnestly told me to make the rejuvenation of the Great Yan my lifelong ambition. Today, because of a moment of anger, I have committed suicide. From now on, my Xianbei Murong Clan will no longer exist in this generation. I don't even have a son. How can I talk about restoring the country? " His back was covered with cold sweat. He knelt on the ground and said, "Murong Fu's knowledge is limited. Thanks to Senior's guidance, I will never forget your kindness."
The masked old man accepted his kowtow calmly and said, "Since ancient times, which one of those who achieved great achievements did not go through untold hardships? Emperor Gaozu of Han had Bai Deng pleading for peace, Emperor Gaozu of Tang had the humiliation of surrendering to the Turkic Khaganate; if both of them were like you, they would only be narrow-minded and narrow-minded people committing suicide, how could they talk about founding a nation? You are not even as good as Gou Jian and Han Xin. You are really ignorant. "
Murong Fu knelt and accepted the lesson. He was frightened and said, "This senior seems to know my ambition. He actually compared me with the founders of the Han Dynasty and Tang Dynasty." He said, "Murong Fu knows he is wrong!"
The masked old man said, "Get up!"
Murong Fu kowtowed three times and stood up.
The masked old man said, "Your Gusu's Murong Clan's inherited martial art is marvelous and profound, it is matchless in the world. It's just that you have not mastered it yet. Look carefully!" Stretching out his index finger, he pointed three times toward the ceiling.
Song QingShu's eyes narrowed when he felt two sharp finger winds coming at him. He grabbed Ren Yingying and Huang Rong's shoulders and dodged them in a flash.
After this, Murong Fu, Fu Fu, Murong, Fu, Fu, Fu, and Fu, ", Yelled Ming.," Murong Ming Yu, said, ", and Fu, one.
The masked old man said loudly, "This is the Murong family's Joined Finger! I learned it from your ancestor, but I only knew a little about it. I don't know how many other wonderful martial arts the Murong Clan has. Hehe, don't tell me that you, a young man, can create the great name of Gusu's Murong Clan's' paying them back in their own coin '? "
"Senior's words are enlightening. May I know senior's name? How should I address you?" Murong Fu asked in admiration.
"I am only acquainted with the elders of your Murong Clan. My name is not needed." The masked old man answered indifferently. He then turned to the side and looked at the door. "The two of you have come in the middle of the night. Why don't you come in and have a chat?"
When Huang Rong and Ren Yingying, who were outside the door, heard his words, they looked at Song Qingshu in shock. They had only quickened their breathing a little, and that person had already discovered them. It was clear that his martial arts were great, but they did not expect him to not notice Song Qingshu's existence at all.
"The great name of Gusu's Murong Clan's' paying them back in their own coin 'was naturally not created by you, Sir Murong." Since his tracks were exposed, Song QingShu naturally did not need to hide it. He brought the two women inside and said, "Old Mister Murong, you moved unhindered in the world and built up such a great reputation in the past. Why do you have to hide like this now? Why do you not dare to reveal your identity in front of your son?"
When the masked old man heard Song Qingshu's words, his body trembled. The calmness in his eyes instantly disappeared and was replaced with deep shock and fear.
However, at this time, Murong Fu was even more shocked than him. When he heard Song Qingshu's words, he couldn't help but look at the masked old man with joy. "Father, is that you?"
At this time, the masked old man didn't pay any attention to him. Instead, he stared at the door. His whole body was on guard as if he was facing a great enemy.
Song Qingshu led Ren Yingying and Huang Rong to the door. Before they reached the door, it was as if the door was pushed open by a pair of invisible hands, allowing the two sides to finally meet face to face.
"Murong Bo, we meet again." Song Qingshu said with a light smile. His hands were behind his back, as if his whole body was defenseless. However, the opponent's attack was not launched at all.
The masked old man coldly snorted. At this time, there was no need to hide his identity. He took off his mask. Sure enough, it was Murong Bo.
"Father!" Murong Fu was surprised and happy. He hurriedly went to greet him. At this time, he had a lot of things to say to him.
Murong Bo raised his hand to stop him, "We can talk about other things later. Let's deal with this great enemy first."
Murong Fu was startled. In his impression, his father was a person who thought highly of himself. Moreover, he knew how high his father's martial arts were. He really couldn't imagine that his father would actually say something like joining hands with others.
Although Murong Fu had been defeated several times in Jianghu in recent years, he was still a top expert in Jianghu. He was confident that if he joined hands with his father, they could even kill an expert like Qiao Feng. He really couldn't think of anything that could make them, father and son, afraid.
However, when he saw Song Qingshu's appearance, he was instantly shaken. It must be known that he had come into contact with Song Qingshu several times. He was very clear on how unfathomable the opposite party was.
"Brother Song, may I know why you have come this time?" Seeing his father pull out his swords at the sight of Song Qingshu, Murong Fu was secretly frightened. He hurriedly went forward and tried to ease the atmosphere. After all, he and Song Qingshu had some friendship.
Song Qingshu smiled, "Prince Murong, you don't need to worry. This time, I'm not here to look for you, but to look for your father."
Murong Fu was speechless. He thought, 'Is there any difference between you looking for me and my father? Could it be that I can just stand by and watch?'
Murong Bo's face twitched, and he said in a cold voice, "The grudge between us in the Jin Kingdom last time has already been settled. So, what are you doing here this time?"
"Settled? I'm afraid not. " Song Qingshu looked at his broken finger, "At this time, you must be itching to tear me to pieces to take revenge for your broken finger."
"What!" Murong Fu was shocked. In fact, before he and his son met, he had already noticed that Song Qingshu's finger was broken. At that time, he was still surprised about what kind of expert could injure this mysterious expert's finger. He didn't expect that it was actually Song Qingshu.
"You can't blame others for your inferior skill." Murong Bo very well hid the resentment in his eyes.
"You don't need to rush to show your attitude. This time, I'm not here to settle old debts." Song Qingshu smiled, pointed to Huang Rong beside him, and said, "Madame Guo is my friend. This time, I'm here to stand up for her."
Murong Bo's complexion slightly changed, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu's tone had a hint of sarcasm, "Your Excellency is also a well-known figure in Jianghu. Why do you dare to do something but not dare to admit it?"
"If you want to incriminate someone, you can always find a pretext." Murong Bo angrily said, "I wonder how you plan to stand up?"
Song Qingshu didn't directly answer him. Instead, he turned to Huang Rong and gently asked, "Madame Guo, how do you plan to deal with him?"
"This …" Huang Rong was instantly embarrassed. First, Song Qingshu asked her in front of so many people, which made her heart beat several times faster. Second, the other side's question was very difficult to answer. In fact, when she thought that the other side was the one who caused her husband to lose such a good opportunity, she couldn't wait to cut him into eight pieces. But Murong Bo's fame in Jianghu was illustrious. He was a master level expert. Not to mention her, even if Jing gege went to his door, he might not necessarily be able to deal with him. Wanting to kill such a master level expert was even more impossible.
She was already very grateful that Song Qingshu helped her take revenge, so how could she make a request that would make things difficult for him?
Before Huang Rong could answer, Murong Bo flew into a rage. "Last time, I was defeated by you by half a move. Could it be that you really think that you can defeat me?" After all, he was an expert among experts. He had the pride of a master level expert. In addition, he was ignored by Song Qingshu in front of his son and was treated like a fish waiting to be slaughtered to please a woman. How could he bear such an insult?
As for the last time he lost to Song Qingshu, Murong Bo concluded that it was because he was too arrogant. He thought that his Joined Finger was invincible, so he went to fight head-on against Song Qingshu's sword Qi. If he had fully utilized Murong Bo's specialty of being well-versed in a hundred schools of thought and avoided fighting head-on, he might have been able to fight. Moreover, this time, he had his son's help. With the father and son working together, where in the world couldn't they go?
Song Qingshu turned his head around. "There's no point in talking too much. We'll only know after we fight." After experiencing this matter, he clearly knew that keeping a top-notch expert who was filled with resentment towards him in the dark was like nurturing a tiger that would invite calamity. So, he might as well use this opportunity to stand up for Huang Rong and completely end this grudge.
As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared in front of Murong Fu and grabbed his vital acupoint. He had made up his mind to instantly kill one of them at the very beginning. Otherwise, it would be quite troublesome for the father and son to work together.
Murong Fu only felt his vision blur. Before he could react, the other party had already attacked him. He sighed inwardly. "My life is over!"
Fortunately, Murong Bo had been ready since just now. He had even fought with Song Qingshu in the Jin Kingdom before, so he knew how terrifying his speed was. Thus, he was on guard from the very beginning. At the critical moment, he blocked the attack for his son, and the two of them were instantly engaged in battle.
After all, Murong Bo was one of the top-notch experts in Jianghu. In addition, Gusu's Murong family had a long history of learning and had dozens of years of fighting experience. Therefore, he was able to block Song Qingshu with some difficulty. However, at the same time, he complained inwardly. After exchanging a few moves with Song Qingshu, he had already sensed his opponent's killing intent. He knew that he might not be able to have a good ending this time. His initial optimism had completely disappeared. He knew that even if he used all his skills, he would probably be subdued in less than ten moves.
At this time, Song Qingshu was also somewhat depressed. In the original work, the Sweeping Monk could instantly kill Murong Bo, but he had fought with him several times. He was clear that it was impossible for him to instantly kill Murong Bo. However, he didn't think that he was worse than the Sweeping Monk. The main reason was that the Sweeping Monk had secretly observed Murong Bo for decades. He was very clear about Murong Bo's martial arts. Naturally, he was also very clear about Murong Bo's weaknesses. In addition, at that time, Murong Bo was already somewhat possessed by the devil. Therefore, being instantly killed was actually caused by many factors and coincidences.
At this time, Murong Fu finally reacted. Seeing that his father was faintly at a disadvantage from the very beginning, he hurriedly pulled out his sword and rushed forward. "Don't hurt my father!"
On the other side, Huang Rong was shocked. She had watched the previous martial arts competition. Murong Fu was originally a top-notch expert who was only a bit weaker than Qiao Feng. In addition, he had obtained the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, which greatly increased his strength. In addition, there was also Murong Bo, who had been famous for decades. If the father and son joined hands, no matter how high Song Qingshu's martial arts were, he might not be able to resist.
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