Song Qingshu showed a strange expression. "Only the old hunchback knows about that place …" Then, he smiled and said nothing.
Murong Fu naturally understood what he meant and immediately said, "Don't worry, Mister Mu. I'm here to save you from Jietan Temple. When the time comes, we'll contact Duanmu Yuan and the others and destroy the Heavenly Mountain Maiden."
Song Qingshu then said, "Prince Murong is indeed a straightforward person. If we can get the famous Prince Murong's help, we will definitely succeed. When the time comes, the masters of the Thirty-six Islands and Seventy-two Grottoes will definitely remember Mister Mu's great kindness. If there's anything you need in the future, we will definitely go through fire and water to help you."
This just happened to scratch Murong Fu's itch. He did so much for the sake of reviving his country in the future. Although there were good and bad people in the Thirty-six Islands and Seventy-two Grottoes, there were still a lot of people with special abilities. They were a force that should not be underestimated, and they might even be of help to his great cause.
Soon, Murong Fu left Jietan Temple with Mu Gaofeng. The security at Jietan Temple was not that tight, and naturally, they could not stop him.
After leaving Jietan Temple, Murong Fu could not help but ask, "Where should we go next?"
"Let's get out of Lingzhou City first." Song Qingshu thought to himself. Although Mu Gaofeng had told him something, Duanmu Yuan and the others might not still be there. But since things had come to this, he could only try his luck.
"What about now?" Lingzhou City was currently heavily guarded, but with such a big city, there would always be a chance to sneak out. After leaving the city, Murong Fu asked again. He always felt that Mu Gaofeng was not straightforward enough, but he could not help it since he had a request.
"Let's head west. Lone Dragon Peak is about one hundred miles away." Song Qingshu did not test Murong Fu's patience anymore, lest they had a conflict and waste time.
Murong Fu nodded. He had been lurking in Class One Hall of Western Xia for many years, and he was quite familiar with the surrounding terrain. He knew that Lone Dragon Peak was a rather dangerous place, and it was the most suitable place for people to kill and steal.
Western Xia's Lingzhou was a horse-producing area, and as long as they did not buy it on a large scale and send it to the Southern Song Dynasty, no one would care. The two easily bought two fine horses and headed west.
Several hours later, the curtain of night fell. The two of them found that the mountain path had become more and more rugged. So, they left the horses behind and switched to walking on foot. Both of them were experts in Jianghu, so it was not a problem for them. However, they noticed that the weeds on both sides of the path were growing longer as they walked. Song QingShu frowned and said, "I'm afraid we've taken the wrong path. The turn ahead is most likely incorrect." He was not familiar with Xixia's territory, so he had no confidence in his heart.
Murong Fu also frowned. Although he knew about Lone Dragon Peak, he had never been here. For a moment, he did not know whether they had gone the wrong way or not. "Let's find a cave or a broken temple and sleep for the night. We'll find another way tomorrow when we can see better."
Song Qingshu had a strange look on his face. He thought, "If I'm with your cousin, Miss Wang, I don't mind sleeping in the wild. But now we're two men, it's really weird."
Murong Fu had not experienced the baptism of gay culture in the later generations, so he did not know what he was thinking. Otherwise, he might immediately draw his sword against him. He thought that his Lightness Skill was better than Mu Gaofeng's, so he automatically ran out to find a shelter. The road was rugged and rugged, and there was no cave or broken temple. After running for several miles in one breath and turning a hill, he suddenly saw a light in the valley on the right. Murong Fu was overjoyed. He turned around and shouted, "Mister Mu, there's a house here."
Hearing his voice, Song Qingshu rushed over. He looked from a distance and said, "Unexpectedly there's a house in this desolate area; I'm afraid they're not good people."
Murong Fu laughed aloud, "Mister Mu is worrying too much. It looks like they are just a hunter or a farmer. Besides, with our martial art skills, we don't need to be afraid of anything." His words were deliberately trying to put gold on Mu Gaofeng's face. Although Mu Gaofeng was known as the Bright Camel of the Northern Frontier, his martial art skill could only be considered second-rate in Jianghu. How could he be compared to their Murong family?
Naturally Song Qingshu understood his intention. While exchanging some pleasantries with him, he walked briskly toward the light. The light was quite far away; even after walking for a while, it was still flickering; they could not see the house clearly.
Murong Fu frowned and said, "This light is a bit strange."
Actually, Song Qingshu had already seen what was going on. Just in time, he said, "Hold on, Prince Murong. Look, it's a green light."
Murong Fu focused his gaze and saw that the light was emitting a green glow. It was different from the usual dark red or dusky yellow lights. He quickened his pace and walked another mile towards the green light. He could see it even more clearly.
Instead of being surprised, he said happily, "Could it be that this is the gathering place for the people of the thirty-six islands and seventy-two caves?"
Suddenly, a faint voice flew over, "Who is this little b * stard? How did he know that we are gathering here? Could it be that the news was leaked?" The voice fluctuated between high and low, intermittent and continuous. It was extremely uncomfortable when it entered one's ears, but every word could be heard clearly. However, at this moment, his tone was filled with fear.
Murong Fu grunted. He came in a hurry and before he could even see the person in question, he was called a little b * stard by some random cat or dog. Naturally, he was a bit angry. From the voice, he could tell that the person who spoke was not weak in terms of internal energy. However, it was not necessarily first-rate martial arts.
The purpose of this trip was to subdue the people of the thirty-six islands and seventy-two caves for his own use. If he did not show them what he was capable of, how would these people who lived on the edge of a knife be willing to listen to him? Thus, he exhaled and shouted, "Little b * stard, who are you talking about!"
Although he did not know the [Lion's Roar], his voice was mixed with an extremely high level of internal energy, his voice shook the valley, everyone's ears were ringing loudly, and then they heard a miserable cry, "Ah!" coming from the green light. In the silent night, Murong Fu's "who" lingered in the air. Along with the scream, it made everyone's hair stand on end.
Song Qingshu nodded to himself. Though Murong Fu had been defeated many times by the best of the best, in the entire Jianghu, he was still at the top of the pyramid. Based on the person's scream, his injuries were not light. Perhaps he was already dead.
The person's scream was about to stop, but there was a "chi" sound. A green fire arrow was shot into the sky and exploded, turning half of the sky green.
Murong Fu wanted to show his power, so he did not explain. He rushed towards the direction of the green light. Then, he heard two shouts. It was obvious that Mu Gaofeng had started fighting with someone. Then, in the dim light of the green fire, three black shadows flew up and crashed into the mountain wall. It was obvious that Mu Gaofeng had finished them off cleanly.
Murong Fu was secretly surprised. He had underestimated this damned hunchback. He did not expect his martial arts to be this high.
The two of them ran to the green light and saw a bronze cauldron in front of them. An old man lay beside the bronze cauldron. There was smoke rising from the cauldron. It was as thin as a thread but as straight as an arrow.
There was a "Sang" character carved on the foot of the cauldron. It was formed by a few small snakes and centipedes. It was copper green and looked like an antique. Song Qingshu said, "It's the Sang Tu Gong of Western Chuan's Jade Phosphor Cave."
Murong Fu looked at him in surprise. "Mister Mu is indeed knowledgeable." He was known to be knowledgeable, but he did not know anything about this Sang Tu Gong. However, he did not suspect anything. He only thought that Mu Gaofeng had traveled to the west and was more familiar with the martial artists here.
Song Qingshu smiled. Though his martial arts were high, he was not as knowledgeable as Wang Yuyan. The reason he knew the other party's identity was because he had read the original work. This mark was too obvious.
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