Dragon Inn.
Yuhuatian sat by the window, listening to the shrill wind outside the window, leaning on the chair, silent, but there was a thoughtful expression in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.
On the table in front of him was a list of the various sects that came to the desert to compete for the treasure.
Wudang, Shaolin, Money Gang, Songshan Sect, Kongtong Sect, Sun Moon Sect, Tianzun, Black Stone, etc., all the forces that have appeared so far, including the number of masters who have appeared and may appear among these forces, are all at this moment. are documented in detail by this list.
There are really too many forces coming this time, and there are no less than twenty innate masters who have appeared so far. Among the first-class sects such as Shaolin, Wudang, and Money Gang, there are even masters who personally lead the team.
Such a huge force, even with the strength Yuhuatian currently controls, must be treated with caution.
For him, this mission was not only a test from the emperor, but also an opportunity.
There are so many masters, if we catch them all in one go, how much luck will be plundered?
But if he really does this this time, what Yuhuatian will have to consider is how to deal with the aftermath.
After all, the martial arts forces coming this time can be regarded as half of the Ming Dynasty.
Offending them all at once is basically equivalent to making the entire Ming Dynasty an enemy. Not everyone can afford this consequence.
After pondering for a moment, Yu Huatian recovered his mind, sighed in a low voice, and said: "Let's act according to the situation..."
The treasure has not yet been released, and these martial arts sects are not necessarily here for the treasure.
As long as you don't participate in the fight for the treasure when the time comes, you don't necessarily have to be enemies with them.
Of course, if he still dares to snatch the treasure after he reveals his identity, Yuhuatian will not hold back.
After all, he was here on behalf of the imperial court this time. If these forces dared to intervene in the fight for the treasure after knowing his identity, they would be a slap in the face of the imperial court.
When the time comes, even if they are all killed and the entire Ming Dynasty becomes an enemy, Yuhuatian will not be afraid.
No matter how powerful Jianghu is, can it still be stronger than the imperial army?
"Tap-ta-"
At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, followed by a burst of conversation, Zhao Tong opened the door and walked in:
"Master Governor, Gusu Murong Fu wishes to see you."
"Murong Fu?"
Yu Huatian frowned, wondering what Murong Fu was looking for at this point, but he didn't say much. He looked at Zhao Tong, nodded and said, "Let him come in."
"yes!"
Zhao Tong said with cupped hands, then pushed the door open and walked out, looking at Murong Fu and his four retainers who were waiting at the door: "Mr. Murong, please."
"Thank you."
Murong Fu bowed his hands towards Zhao Tong, then straightened his clothes and walked straight into the door.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the man in white clothes sitting behind the desk, waiting quietly. With the flickering candlelight, the young man's handsome appearance was revealed, and his demeanor was graceful and indifferent, just like a banished immortal from heaven. Dazzled.
Murong Fuben also had an extraordinary appearance. He usually attracted a lot of attention wherever he went. But at this moment, he had to admit that the young man in white clothes was not inferior to him in terms of demeanor or appearance. In terms of temperament alone, this young man in white clothes was even better. Far better than him.
The noble and graceful look on the young man's body, which seems to be innate, cannot be faked by ordinary people.
With a sigh in his heart, Murong Fu went straight forward, bowed his hands to the young man, and said: "My dear Murong Fu, Gusu, I met the young master for the first time at the inn today. I was impressed by the young master's extraordinary demeanor, so I came to visit him late at night, hoping to I hope you will forgive me for making friends with the young master."
"Since you know it's presumptuous, why do you still come?"
Yuhuatian said calmly without raising his eyelids.
"Well……"
This was the first time that Murong Fu met such a withdrawn person. Normally, as long as he told his name, no matter who was facing him, he would be given a little bit of noodles, but he didn't expect that he would be embarrassed here in Yuhuatian. , I didn’t know how to answer for a moment, and I was stunned on the spot.
Behind him, Gong Yeqian and the other four people had a look of anger on their faces when they saw that Murong Fu was so courteous to the corporal but received a cold reception.
Bao BuTong immediately stepped forward and was about to speak to save Murong Fu's face. At this moment, Murong Fu suddenly came to his senses and stopped him quickly. Then he looked at Yu Huatian, smiled slightly, and said: " What the young master said is that it is indeed ill-considered for me to visit late at night and disturb the young master’s rest.”
Looking at Murong Fu with a sincere and kind face, Yu Huatian couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He was worthy of being named "Southern Murong" in the Song Dynasty where there were many masters. For the sake of restoring the country, he was able to do so. Such forbearance, temperament and tolerance are not something ordinary people can achieve.
In fact, speaking of it, Murong Fu and I are the same type of people. They are both villains, but they are not simply bad. They have their own goals in their hearts.
In order to achieve your ambition, you can do anything!
The only difference is that Murong Fu's purpose was to revive the Yan Dynasty, while he wanted to control the Ming Dynasty and change this decadent era.
However, even though he admired Murong Fu, Yuhuatian also had no intention of making friends with him.
Murong Fu himself was only at an innate level, and the four retainers behind him only had acquired first-class strength. With this little skill, they were not qualified to talk to him on an equal footing.
"Let's be honest, what is the purpose of Mr. Murong coming here late at night?"
Yuhuatian looked at Murong Fu and asked lightly.
"This... Young Master's character is really different from ordinary people. He is frank and sincere."
Murong Fu smiled bitterly, cupped his hands and said, "To be honest, I came here first because I feel that the young master is extraordinary and I want to make friends with him, and secondly, I want to cooperate with him to fight for the treasure together."
"Cooperate with me?"
Yu Huatian was not surprised by what Murong Fu said, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "How qualified are you to cooperate with me?"
The room fell silent for a moment.
Murong Fu's face froze, and the four people behind him, Gong Yegan, also suddenly became furious.
Bao BuTong couldn't bear it any longer and rebuked angrily: "How presumptuous! My young master is the Crown Prince Murong, a descendant of the Yan royal family. In the Song Dynasty, no one in the Song Dynasty would give him a bit of face when he met him. Why do you have such a relationship with me, you eggless pretty boy?" Compared to my young master? If my young master befriends you, he thinks highly of you. How dare you insult my young master like this?!"
The smile on Murong Fu's face also disappeared, and he did not stop Bao Tongtong's angry rebuke. He looked at Yuhuatian with a bit of coldness in his eyes, and said: "Your Excellency is too conceited. Could it be that you are really bullying me, Murong Fu?" Can’t you talk again?!”
Yu Huatian ignored him, turned to look at Bao BuTong, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and said: "Do you know? What I hate the most is people with bad mouths like you. Do you understand that trouble comes from the mouth?! "
"laugh--"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Sanzi sword placed next to him suddenly came out of its sheath, causing a bit of cold light in the room.
"Brother Bao San, be careful!"
Murong Fu's pupils shrank and he quickly shouted a reminder.
Bao BuTong's expression also changed drastically at this moment, and the hairs all over his body suddenly appeared. He wanted to dodge, but no matter which direction he hid, the sharp sword energy was still locked on him.
In the lightning room, before he could figure out how to resist this murderous sword, he felt a pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw a sharp long sword passing through his chest, and blood flowed along the edge of the sword. The groove slowly flows out.
"you……"
Bao BuTong looked dazed and looked up at the white shadow by the window. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. As the blood flowed, the life in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his body fell heavily backwards.
"The third child!"
"Brother Bao San!"
Murong Fu and Gong Yeqian looked at Bao Tongtong's body with ugly expressions on their faces. The four of them turned back to look at the white shadow by the window.
"Master, fight him!"
Gong Yeqian shouted angrily and suddenly pulled out the weapon in his hand. Deng Baichuan and Feng Boxie also grabbed the weapon one after another, with angry and murderous eyes.
"stop!"
Murong Fu roared angrily and stared at Yuhuatian. Even though his heart was filled with endless murderous intent at this moment, a strong sense of crisis also emerged in his mind, forcing him to forcibly restrain the anger in his chest.
Bao BuTong couldn't take the sword just now, and if it were him, he wouldn't be able to take it either. This is enough to prove that he is no match for Yu Huatian.
If you continue to take action, there is only a dead end!
Murong Fu took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and cupped his hands towards Yuhuatian and said: "Brother Bao made rude remarks first, and he deserves to die. Murong Fu thanks you for your help in cleaning up the house for me."
"But Murong Fu has recorded what happened tonight!"
Yu Huatian reached out and waved his hand, and the Sanzi Sword inserted in Bao Bubutong's chest was wrapped in zhenqi and flew out, falling back into his hand.
Then he took out the silk scarf from his arms, carefully wiped the blood stains on the sword, looked calm and said without raising his head: "Whatever."
Murong clenched his fists tightly under his sleeveless robe, glanced at Yuhuatian, then turned around and said with a gloomy expression: "Let's go!"
After saying that, he turned around and pushed the door open to leave. He was afraid that if he continued to stay, he would not be able to help but attack Yu Huatian.
Deng Baichuan and the others looked angry, but they had no choice but to lift up Bao BuTong's body, with sad eyes, and followed Murong Fu away.
The room fell silent again, but a faint smell of blood filled the room and lingered for a long time, proving what had just happened.
Yuhuatian frowned slightly, glanced at the blood stains on the ground, and said, "Clean it up."
"yes."
Zhao Tong immediately stepped forward and began to clean up the blood stains without any expression on his face.
The same was true for Ding Xiu, who was carefully wiping the long knife in his hand. From the beginning to the end, he never raised his head once.
Yuhuatian ignored the two of them. He stood up and walked to the window and looked at the night sky outside. The sound of the howling wind never stopped, but became more and more shrill.
Vaguely, there seemed to be accompanied by faint screams...
"Um?!"
Yuhuatian's expression changed: "Something's wrong!"
Ding Xiu also stood up from his chair suddenly, held the long knife tightly in his hand, and said with sharp eyes: "Someone is attacking the inn!"
"Sun Moon God Sect? Or Tianzun and Black Stone?"
Yu Huatian picked up the Sanzi Sword next to him and said coldly: "Go out and have a look..."
Before the voice fell, the vigorous figure had disappeared from the window.
Ding Xiu and Zhao Tong clenched their weapons and followed without hesitation.
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