"The white horse whistling in the west wind, destroying Jiuheng with his sword, the man with astonishing talent is Fufeng Xiao Murong."
This is a limerick written by Huang Jiugai, the oldest beggar on Jinghuang Street in Fufeng Prefecture, describing Murong's eldest son, Murong Xiu. However, within a few months, it spread throughout the streets and alleys of the city.
Because it’s so relevant!
The horse is a famous jade dragon and green-faced lion, with a brand-new jade saddle and bridle inlaid with tiger skin.
The sword is three feet and seven inches long, with a mouth that can be cut through mud and black iron. The white shark skin sheath is inlaid with nine luminous orbs. It shines dazzlingly in the sun. Regardless of whether the blade is sharp or not, it shines!
She was also dressed in a well-cut, brightly colored tribute brocade robe, with the Western brand "Heavenly Jade" hung around her waist. In the only pocket of the brocade robe, there was a small packet of "fairy fragrance" that only palace concubines were entitled to possess.
You only need to get ten meters closer to Mr. Murong to smell a pungent fragrance.
In addition, Mr. Murong has a face like a jade, a nose like a gallbladder, and he is so suave and handsome that any man will feel a little ashamed when he sees him.
Moreover, although he is not married, he has eighteen beautiful concubines vying for beauty in his home. It is really enviable and suffocating!
At this time, a large number of people from Fufeng Mansion came to rescue, naturally focusing on him.
A group of people have already asked Chen Jing, Yuan Moer and others about everything on the Captor Peak, and basically know everything about it.
"Come up and save my sister. They are just a few thieves after all. I know them. No matter what he does, what water he drinks, or what torture he pays for, it's really a joke!"
The person who spoke was Su Zefeng, the only legitimate son of the prefect, who was seventeen years old this year. He was originally a student supervisor in the Imperial College in the capital. He was pinched by his father because he was not very good at reading and got too close to the second-generation officials who wandered around in the capital. Er, took up his post all the way, and then joined the Qiugong Pavilion as a health worker. He took a ten-day break this time and happened to be at home.
"Young Master Su is very carefree, but if that thief jumps over the wall and hurts Miss Su, what will you do?"
Wearing a white gauze skirt, she always had a playful smile on her face. However, Yuan Yourong, whose hands were covered with calluses due to years of martial arts practice, chuckled softly.
She is the most outstanding genius girl of the Yuan family. She is also a student of the Qiugong Pavilion, and she also lives at home for ten days. However, she is not comparable to Mr. Su's relationship with the C-type department. She is a student in the A-type department. Among the members, at the age of only sixteen, he has already entered the seventh rank.
"This... we can't just do whatever they want. Even if we agree to his strange conditions, we will only eliminate every torture, and my sister will still be in danger.
Now six of the six arrests have been eliminated, and the four of us plus all the subordinates have to eliminate twelve more. If he still refuses to let him go and continues to list eighteen, won't we have to accompany them to continue the trouble? "
Su Zefeng's face turned red. He and Su Miaojin were not biological siblings, and they were born in the same year. However, they were always inexplicably shorter in front of Su Miaojin, and they were often talked about and beaten. They were not like siblings, but more like siblings.
As he said that, he looked at the master of the house who had been silent all this time, his father's best friend, Mr. Xue, "Hello, what do you say?"
The studious gentleman with gray hair, wearing a Confucian shirt, with his hands folded in his sleeves, looked like a teacher with a gentle smile like a gentleman on his face: "I think what the young master said is very reasonable, we can't drag it on any longer, otherwise the eldest lady I’m afraid the baby will be one month old!”
Su Zhifeng's face froze, and she said angrily: "What's the specific method?"
Mr. Studious spread his hands: "No!"
Su Zefeng looked at the arresters again: "Where are you?"
"Anything works!"
Chen Jing, Yuan Mo'er and others are looking at their noses and minds. Except for Su Zefeng, who is at the ninth level, they are Miss Su's younger brothers. The remaining three are all at the lower seventh level. The burden of rescue naturally falls on them. Come on, we are injured.
The negotiations were fruitless, and everyone couldn't help but focus on the fragrant eldest son Murong Xiu.
From the beginning to the end, he sat high in the BMW, with a calm demeanor, and the look of him holding the pearl of wisdom in his hands was impressive.
"hehe……"
Murong Xiu's warm smile made people feel like a spring breeze, and his words also warmed people's hearts: "You don't have to worry, and you don't have to take risks to save people. Leave everything to me. I will save Miss Su from the peak!"
After that, he jumped out of the BMW and walked towards the summit step by step. Even though his feet were covered in mud, his posture was still elegant, calm, free and impeccable.
"As expected of Master Murong!"
Everyone clasped their fists together to show respect. No one doubts Master Murong's ability, just like no one doubted that he could kill the Jiuheng water pirates with one man, one horse and one sword.
Only Chen Jing moved the corner of his mouth, intending to remind him something, but thinking that their identities were too different and the other party's level was so high, he had no choice but to keep silent.
On the peak, Xin Zhuo changed into linen clothes washed by Su Miaojin, with finger holes and a strong soap smell. Accompanied by Cui Ying'er and Huang Dagui, he looked at the dark crowd at the bottom of the peak.
Especially the newly arrived group of gorgeously dressed people.
"The boss, that pretty boy, is coming up!" Bai Jianxi was a little nervous, getting closer to his boss, and said in disgust: "I hate such sissy people the most, they have no masculinity at all!"
The corners of Huang Dagui and Han Jiulang's mouths twitched, because they were facing a powerful enemy and it was difficult to argue.
"Master, what do you think? This person should be very strong!" Cui Ying'er said worriedly.
Xin Zhuo thought about it seriously: "Let Qiniang escort Miss Su over!"
Han Jiulang left quickly and came back quickly, while Han Qiniang followed behind, grabbing Su Miaojin's arm with one hand and holding a knife on her neck with the other.
Su Miaojin didn't have too many emotional fluctuations, as if she was not the one who was kidnapped. After all, she was playing the pipa just a moment ago to relieve her sorrow. It's just that her hair is slightly messy, and her beautiful face has a distressing numbness.
"elder sister!"
"Miss Su!"
This graceful figure and look of sadness made the crowd in the darkness at the foot of the mountain break their hearts and make them want to rush forward.
Mr. Murong, who had already climbed to the top of the mountain, gently waved his hand, and calmness slowly returned to the bottom of the mountain.
Master Murong looked at Su Miaojin, a warm smile appeared on his handsome face, which was gentle and reassuring.
There are rumors in the city that he and Miss Su Miaojin are a match made in heaven, and even the elders in the family are interested in setting up a match. This time he came, with the intention of saving the beauty from fire and water, and bringing the beauty back home.
Su Miaojin regained some of her energy. If there was no one person she looked up to most in Fufeng Mansion, it was Mr. Murong in front of her. Subconsciously, I wanted to draw back my crotch and perform aristocratic etiquette, but when I remembered the knife on my neck, I had no choice but to give up.
Mr. Murong smiled again, looked at Xin Zhuo, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and said with fists in his hands: "I have seen Xin Da's master, I am Fufeng Murong Xiu, the suave Murong, and the handsome Xiu!"
There was silence on both sides of the mountain. It was very reasonable. Mr. Murong was indeed such a person.
Xin Zhuo was a little confused. How could he introduce himself like this? Isn't it too showy? Hesitantly, he cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "I have met Mr. Murong, I am Xin Zhuo, Xin is a man with jade trees facing the wind, and Zhuo is a graceful man."
There was still silence all over the mountain and down the mountain. Looking at it this way, it seemed a bit shameless.
"Canglang——"
The dazzling black iron and silver sand sword was unsheathed, and the roar of the dragon echoed in all directions.
Mr. Murong put his left hand behind his back and raised the sword with his right hand at a 45-degree angle. The starting position was very beautiful: "I will not drink water, nor will I promise the most important thing in life. These strange statements can be cancelled.
However, I want to eliminate all the remaining tortures on Miss Su. Therefore, today you and I will discuss whether we are superior or inferior, as well as life and death! You can't hide! "
The whole place was quiet!
Everyone showed a kind of admiration and admiration. Mr. Murong is such a great person.
"Master!" Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang and all the bandits in Fulong Village were nervous.
