Early the next morning, after Murong Fu and Dao Baifeng had washed up and were about to go downstairs to have some breakfast, the door to the next door opened at the same time, and Fang Baihua walked out listlessly.
Dao Baifeng stepped forward and asked with concern.
Fang Baihua's face turned red, and she glanced at Murong Fu secretly, but she didn't say anything clearly, she just said that she was worried about her elder brother's safety.
Dao Baifeng repeatedly assured her that with the black jade intermittent ointment and other bone-repairing elixirs available, her eldest brother's hand would be able to recover after they returned.
After hearing this, Fang Baihua nodded absently.
After the three of them ate some porridge and pasta, the two Mingjiao members came in from outside and said that the ship to go to sea was ready and all the supplies were ready.
Murong Fu and the other three had eaten and drank enough by now and walked out of the inn like uncles.
The two Mingjiao envoys silently paid for their meal again, and then the group arrived at the coast.
I saw a large passenger ship docked on the sea, which could accommodate four to five hundred people. Murong Fu was very satisfied with this and slowly boarded the deck, smelling the salty sea breeze blowing from the sea, and he was in a good mood.
Dao Baifeng was like a virtuous wife, always staying with him, but Fang Baihua followed them behind, which seemed a bit redundant. ?.?????.???
After the two Mingjiao envoys boarded the ship, the ship sailed directly away from the port and headed south.
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Two and a half days passed in the blink of an eye.
Murong Fu and Mei traveled together, so naturally he didn't feel lonely. When he looked at the looming island shrouded in clouds and mist in the distance, he gradually put away his playfulness of the past few days.
At this moment, the faces of the two Mingjiao envoys showed a sneer without hesitation, and murderous intent emerged in their eyes.
As the ship docked, more than four to five hundred people had already gathered on the shore. Some of them were dressed in coarse linen, some in brocade clothes, and many of them were holding swords. At first glance, they were people from all walks of life. Only the ten people standing at the front were The rest of them were distinguished by their white robes.
Murong Fu guessed that those strangely dressed people should be members of the Ming Cult of China, while those wearing white robes were probably people from the Persian Chief Sect.
When Murong Fu and others stepped off the boat, a tall white-robed Hu man with yellow hair and blue eyes came up to him and said in poor Chinese dialect, "Young Master Wang is here at Guangming Island. I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Your sect's array of formations does not seem like a respectful welcome."
The Hu man pretended not to hear the ridicule in his words and introduced himself, "I am the Ever-Victorious Treasure Tree King, one of the twelve Treasure Tree Kings of the Persian Ming Cult. This time I specially invited the young master to come to the island for the purpose of conspiracy." event."
"Oh? I'm all ears!"
Murong Fu said very casually.
Although the person who can be named the Ever-Victorious Treasure Tree King must have the highest martial arts among the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings, he is not afraid at all.
The Changsheng Baoshu King stepped out of the way, raised his empty hand and said, "A banquet has been arranged on the island. Please move, Sir."
Murong Fu walked away without paying any attention to the malicious glances gathered around him.
Dao Baifeng gently held Murong Fu's arm, and her face was full of confidence and calmness. Only Fang Baihua followed behind the two of them, quite frightened, and wanted to remind them not to be fooled.
However, the ever-victorious Treasure Tree King was standing next to her, and the people around her were watching eagerly, so she could only suppress the uneasiness in her heart.
Not long after, the group of people came to an open space in the center of the island. There were many fire altars made of white stone standing around it, and in the center, there was a large cauldron made of gold, with fire burning in the cauldron. There was a raging fire, and the flames reached a height of more than one foot, reflecting the place like daylight.
Surrounding the altar in the middle, there are blankets on the east and west sides. There are more than a dozen wooden tables on it, equipped with fruits, wine and other items.
Since Mingjiao advocates vegetarianism, there was no cooked meat on the table. After Murong Fu entered the table, he picked up the wine bottle and smelled it. The so-called wine was just fruit wine.
The Ever-Victorious Treasure Tree King was at the top of the table, and most of the people sitting below were the Persian chief priests in white robes. Only a few Chinese-Earth faces could take the seats.
"The young master calls himself Wang Lang of Suzhou, but I think this may not be his real name. I wonder if he can show his true face?"
At this time, a man in a ge shirt at the bottom spoke slowly. Although his voice was quiet, it reached the ears of everyone present.
Murong Fu knew that the true face he was talking about was not that his mask was seen through by the other party, but that he was referring to his identity.
"I wonder what your name is?"
The man in the Ge shirt said, "I am in Xialu Shinang, Bu Cai, and he is the left guardian of the Mingjiao in the Middle Kingdom."
Murong Fu thought for a while and said, "I am Zhang Wuji, actually this is my real name."
Lu Shinang just looked at him quietly without saying a word.
The people inside and outside the banquet also stared at him, their eyes filled with disbelief.
What Zhang Wuji? They have never even heard of it. How can someone who has been fooled once be fooled a second time?
Seeing that they didn't believe it, Murong Fu added, "Okay, actually my name is Linghu Chong!"
Everyone still looked at him uniformly without saying anything. If looks could kill, he would have died hundreds of times. In addition to the sound of blazing flames in the air, Murong Fu seemed to hear crows flying above his head. passing sound.
"It seems that all of you here are smart people. In that case, I won't pretend anymore!"
Murong Fu slowly stood up, which immediately aroused everyone's alertness.
"My Excellency Murong Fu, I have met all the righteous men of Mingjiao!"
As he said this, he raised his fists to everyone and seemed calm at all times.
Fang Baihua sat aside and was stunned. Her heart was surging, thinking, is he the legendary King of Yan Murong Fu?
However, just as she was having wild thoughts, the Mingjiao people around her burst into uncontrollable laughter. Even the dozen or so Persian barbarians were laughing from ear to ear, obviously not believing that he was the emperor of Dayan.
And now it was Murong Fu's turn to look at everyone expressionlessly.
Lu Shinang immediately shook his head and said, "Since you don't want to reveal your identity, you don't have to pretend to be King Yan, who is extremely skilled in martial arts. It's not like no one in our Mingjiao has seen King Yan's true appearance, but it's definitely not like you?"
In order to change his identity, Murong Fu dyed the white hair on his temples black early in the morning. With this mask, it was only a ghost that these Mingjiao people could recognize him.
Fang Baihua had never met Murong Fu, but when she saw what the Mingjiao people said, she immediately thought that Murong Fu was pretending to be King Yan and was cheating here, and she was very angry.
If it weren't for Dao Baifeng's sake, she would definitely teach him a lesson right now. Even if she couldn't beat him, she wouldn't allow him to ruin King Yan's reputation.
"The name is just a code name. For example, the left envoy of the Ming Cult is named Lu Shinang, so I can also be called Lu Shinang. Is it just because my name is Lu Shinang that I am your left envoy of the Ming Cult, Lu Shinang?" ? Is it possible that the person from Yanbei is called Murong Fu, and everyone with the surname Murong in this world cannot be called Murong Fu?"
When everyone in the Ming Cult heard this, they were immediately silent.
