"Don't hurt my brother, just ask me if you have any questions!"
Fang Baihua's eyes were slightly red, but she did not forget to glare at Murong Fu fiercely.
Murong Fu ignored him and asked again, "Who taught you martial arts?"
Fang Baihua said, "I don't know either. When I was eight years old, a mysterious man came to the house to pay homage to my eldest brother. After that, the man stayed at the house and taught me martial arts for half a year, and then he never appeared again! "
Murong Fu was surprised and wondered, wasn't it ten years ago when Fang Baihua was eight years old?
At that time, Fang La was only thirteen or fourteen years old. Could it be that from that time on, he had colluded with the Ming Cult? ?.?????.???
"Do you know that person's name? What does he look like?"
Fang Baihua said, "The man is about forty or fifty years old, with a hooked nose. He doesn't look like someone from China. As for his name, I don't know. I only know that his surname is Huo."
"you do not know?"
Murong Fu suddenly became a little confused. Could it be that Fang La was in collusion with the Ming Cult and Fang Xiaomei was completely unaware of it?
"Then do you know Mingjiao?"
"Mingjiao? What Mingjiao?"
Sure enough, Fang Xiaomei looked at him with confusion.
Murong Fu said, "I heard that you often travel among the rebel armies of various parties. How could you not know the Ming religion?"
Fang Xiaomei said, "I just can't stand those corrupt officials oppressing the people, and I just help them vent their anger. Wherever there are corrupt officials, I will go and kill them. Although I know some of the leaders of the uprising, I have only met them face to face."
Murong Fu looked at Shi Jian, who nodded to him.
The reason why the Fang family attracted the attention of Shi Jian and the others was not only because of the stability in Muzhou, but also because Fang Xiaomei was helping the rebels everywhere. After all, the Jiangnan states only knew that there was a female hero among the rebels, but they didn't know that this female hero was the little girl of the Fang family. sister.
Originally, Fang La's brother and sister, Murong Fu, did not intend to survive. However, apart from the criticism of Fang La in the Water Margin of later generations, in fact, from a historical perspective, Fang La can still be called a national hero. If the head teacher's purpose was not known, the brothers and sisters' lives could have been spared.
Thinking of this, after Murong Fu promised not to harm Fang La, he asked Shi Jian to take Fang Xiaomei down.
Murong Fu entered the room and found Fang La. After about a quarter of an hour, he came out.
Shi Jian stepped forward and asked, "Sir, is this person colluding with the Ming Cult?"
Murong Fu took out a jade bottle from his arms and threw it to him, saying, "Put this plaster on him and treat him well before I come back!"
Shi Jian naturally recognized that this was the Murong family's black jade intermittent ointment, and said with some hesitation, "Sir, I gave him this good medicine. If he tries to escape after recovering from his injuries, I'm afraid my brothers won't be able to stop him..."
Murong Fu patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "I have sealed his acupuncture points. Even if he recovers, he will not be able to escape."
After hearing this, Shi Jian was greatly impressed and said, "Young master is so considerate, I admire you a lot!"
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Early next morning.
Dao Baifeng seemed to have no bones in her body. She lay on Murong Fu's back in a coquettish way and said, "Do you really want to take that little girl Fang with you?"
"Someone has to tell Fang La after seeing it with his own eyes. After all, after ten years of cultivation, how can he listen to my words?"
Murong Fu gently patted the back of Dao Baifeng's hand, and the latter stood up to dress him, gently and considerately.
After the two put on their masks, they left the room and saw two Pure Good Envoys from the Ming Cult waiting in the courtyard for a long time.
"Are you two riding in a carriage or riding a horse?"
One of them asked coldly.
Murong Fu said, "It should be a fast horse or a carriage!"
"We didn't say inviting anyone else."
Another person said displeased.
Murong Fu disappeared from the spot instantly, grabbed the speaker by the throat, narrowed his eyes and asked, "When will it be your turn to take charge here?"
"Please be merciful, I will just follow your orders!"
The person who spoke first was startled and quickly tried to persuade him.
Murong Fu snorted coldly and threw him out.
Dao Baifeng walked up to Murong Fu in a graceful manner. With a smile, she took his arm affectionately and walked in front with him.
The two Pure Good Envoys didn't even dare to take a breath and followed them silently.
Murong Fu went to pick up Fang Baihua and then left the Fang Mansion.
Not long after, the two pure and good messengers prepared three fast horses and a carriage.
While the two were preparing, Murong Fu had already told Fang Baihua the cause and effect, and she also decided to go to the Mingjiao altar with Murong Fu to find out.
But when I was on my way, I still felt a little unhappy when I saw Murong Fu and Dao Baifeng sitting leisurely in the carriage making love to each other, but I could only ride with two people from the Ming Cult.
This trip started all the way east from Muzhou. After driving for more than a day, we rested in Mingzhou.
Two people from Mingjiao went to prepare a boat to cross the sea. The altar of Mingjiao was located on a small island in the South China Sea, and it would take three days and three nights to get there.
Watching the two of them leave, Murong Fu couldn't help but laugh.
It happened that Fang Baihua was combing her dust-blown hair. After hearing his laughter, she immediately said dissatisfied, "Why are you laughing? It's not you who caused this girl to be like this."
After hearing this, Murong Fu was a little confused. He looked up at her and saw that many of the hairs on Fang Baihua's head were fluffy. The way she scratched her head and ears was indeed a bit funny, but Murong Fu's smile was not that low. Naturally, Wouldn't make fun of her for it.
"Miss Fang misunderstood, I was not laughing at you, but at those two fools!"
Fang Baihua didn't believe his lies and kept tying her hair. As a result, it became more and more messy. If she continued tying her hair, a few handfuls would fall out.
Seeing this, Dao Baifeng walked behind her and gently combed her tangled hair. After a while, it became much smoother.
Fang Baihua said thank you a little embarrassedly, especially when she smelled the aroma coming from behind, she felt inexplicably comfortable.
It was as warm as when my mother was still alive and I was in her arms.
After her mood gradually stabilized, Fang Baihua couldn't restrain her curiosity and asked, "Were you laughing at those two Ming Cult members just now? What were you laughing at them for?"
The reason why Murong Fu took Fang Baihua into danger was not only to find a witness whom Fang La could trust, but also because he admired this girl who had a decisive character and wanted to win over Dayan.
When she asked, Murong Fu said without hesitation, "The Ming Cult has been rooted in China for a long time, and the altar is set up on an isolated island in the South China Sea. There must be branch offices of the Ming Cult all along the coast. They said... We’re going to prepare the ship, and I guess I plan to notify the Ming Cult in advance so that they can ambush us in advance!”
In fact, Murong Fu knew that they should have sent the news back that night. This trip was just to confirm the manpower, but for this little girl, he did not need to make it so complicated.
Fang Baihua snorted, as if she wanted to argue with him, "How do you know they must have gone to notify the Ming Cult? Maybe they have taken the opportunity to escape, or they have brought people from the helm to besiege us."
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Maybe you don't believe it, but I guess the first thing they will say when they come back later is that all the ships have been collected to escort Hua Shi Gang. There are no passenger ships in the port today, and they have to wait until tomorrow to sail." Sailing!"
Fang Baihua sneered at this and was about to retort when the two envoys of the Ming Cult returned. She suddenly glanced at Murong Fu provocatively, as if she was watching a good show.
