Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

"Nan Murong, he's here too?"

"Haha, what Nan Murong, that's just a boastful reputation."

"Haha, Qiao Feng in the north, Murong in the south, a Khitan dog, not only seduced my sister-in-law but also killed my brother.

The other is a Xianbei man with wicked ambitions. Is the Song Dynasty completely destitute? Let this kind of person become famous."

"When there are no heroes, it is the little guys who become famous."

Chapter 224 Ding Chunqiu

Murong Fu walked slowly over with his four ministers and saw that everyone was enthusiastic about eliminating demons.

Suddenly, he felt secretly happy: Jiang Weichen, so what if you defeat me, you will still die.

But he didn't feel proud for long, because people around him who met him started talking about him.

He thought these people would say some compliments as usual, but unexpectedly, they were all curses.

Murong Fu was secretly resentful ever since Jiang Weichen made the news of his Murong family's conspiracy to rebel public.

These people either stayed away from him or cursed him.

Some time ago, it was revealed that Bei Qiao Feng, who had the same name as him, was a Khitan.

Originally it didn't have much of an impact, but with Ma Dayuan's death, almost everyone in the Beggar Gang suspected that it was Qiao Feng's doing.

Qiao Feng was unable to prove himself, and after escaping, people were unable to prove his point. Then someone started selling books everywhere, writing about the love triangle between Qiao Feng, Ma Dayuan, and Kang Min.

For a time, the crowd was excited, and words like "ungrateful and ungrateful" were rampant.

He and Qiao Feng were equally famous. Qiao Feng was a Khitan, while he was a descendant of the Xianbei. They were both from different races, and he harbored rebellious intentions, so he was immediately cursed.

Both young generations, who were once so popular, became notorious and despised by everyone.

Murong Fu originally wanted to step forward and speak to improve his reputation, but when he heard these discussions, his face suddenly turned pale.

Jiang Weichen, it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, how could I, Murong Fu, be so notorious?

He had originally planned to watch a play today, but he changed his mind.

Everyone was talking, but suddenly another voice was heard.

The old immortal of Xingxiu has boundless magical powers!

With great supernatural powers, he travels to the Central Plains!

May you enjoy eternal bliss and live as long as the heaven!

Xuan Nan, who had already walked about ten feet, heard a sound and turned around, only to see four men in strange clothes carrying a sedan chair.

The person in the sedan chair had snow-white hair, but a rosy and shiny complexion, looking like an immortal.

He was lying on the sedan chair, with his left hand bent and clenched into a fist supporting his head, and a goose feather fan in his right hand, fanning himself continuously even in this slightly cold weather.

"Ding Chunqiu from Xingxiu Sea, why is he here too?"

Xuan Nan felt that the situation was gradually developing in an unknown direction.

First, there were too many people coming, almost over a thousand, which he had not expected.

Secondly, he received news from Elder Chen and learned that this was a trap.

Murong Fu also came soon after, but he had conflicts with Jiang Weichen, which was understandable.

Why did Dante Chunqiu come all the way from the Western Regions?

With his level of martial arts skills, it is impossible for him to be interested in ordinary martial arts secrets, right?

At this time, a large man from a sect near the Western Regions exclaimed, "Old Demon Xingxiu Haiding?"

Before Ding Chunqiu could say anything, the younger brother who was shouting slogans behind him stopped instantly and shouted, "How dare you! Who the hell do you think you are? It's fine if you don't kneel down to greet the immortal, but you dare to call him that nonsense."

The man knew he had said something wrong, so he quickly shut up and lowered his head, but it was too late.

Ding Chunqiu waved his sleeves and a strong wind came with an unknown poison.

The big man was instantly frightened and tried to hold his breath, but found it was useless.

His face turned blue instantly, he foamed at the mouth, and fell to the ground convulsing.

The same thing happened to the people around him and behind him, and soon there was no movement.

"Hi~"

There was a sound of people gasping for air, and everyone moved away.

Ding Chunqiu continued to lie down, and the disciples carried the sedan chair forward.

The younger brother behind him continued to shout with all his might: "Xingxiu Old Immortal, your magic power is boundless! Your supernatural powers are vast, and you are traveling to the Central Plains! May you enjoy eternal immortal blessings and live as long as the heavens!"

Wherever he passed, the people in front of him gave way instantly.

Soon he came behind Murong Fu and the other four.

The younger brother immediately shouted, "Five of you in front, don't you have eyes in the back of your heads? Can't you see that you are blocking the way of the Great Immortal?"

When the people around heard what the minion said, they complained in their hearts, "Are your eyes on the back of your head?"

Murong Fu frowned slightly, then turned around and said with a smile, "Mr. Ding, I've long heard of your name. How about we go together?"

Ding Chunqiu raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at Murong Fu, and sneered, "So it's the so-called Nan Murong, a clown. Are you worthy of traveling with me?"

Murong Fu's face, which had just recovered, turned ashen again, and the forced smile on his face froze.

"No, no, your Excellency said that my son is a clown, but in my opinion, your Excellency is more like a clown."

"Brother Bao is right. Speaking of which, Old Demon Ding, how much did you spend on hiring the atmosphere crew? They're working so hard?"

"Exactly. How much is it? Our Master will pay double in exchange for you cheering for him."

Ding Chunqiu's originally lazy body straightened up instantly, and he looked at the four people around Murong Fu with murderous eyes.

Then he waved his sleeves, and his unique poison, Three Smiles Free and Easy Powder, immediately flew towards the five people with the strong wind.

Of course Murong Fu had heard of Ding Chunqiu's name. He was famous in the Western Regions for his power-transforming technique and poison-killing skills.

Murong Fu did not dare to delay and quickly used the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique. He saw the fine powder returning with the energy.

Ding Chunqiu waved his sleeves to block it, but the four people carrying the sedan chair beside him suffered.

With a clang, the sedan chair fell to the ground.

The four of them showed strange smiles on their faces, then burst into laughter, and then their facial muscles contracted, as if they were making faces, or as if they were grinning.

After three sounds, the four men instantly fell to the ground and died, without any expression of pain on their faces.

Ding Chunqiu stood up and said with a cold expression, "Returning the favor in their own way? You do have some skills, but you are still too naive."

Ding Chunqiu has been famous for decades, and Murong Fu does not want to offend him, but if he gives in now, his reputation will be even worse.

The two men stood facing each other, their swords drawn. Just as Ding Chunqiu was about to attack, Xuannan came over and said, "Amitabha, since you two are here, you must have your own purposes.

Now that our goal has not yet been achieved, why are you two so confrontational?"

Xuan Nan clasped his hands together and said, "Peace is the most important thing in everything. Why don't you two give up now?"

Ding Chunqiu sneered, "Old monk, are you going to stand up for Murong?"

Xuan Nan said, "That's not my intention. I just don't want to see my fellow martial artists fighting here and wasting their strength before achieving their goals."

If the two of them started fighting, it would definitely attract people to stop. Would they go up on their own?

Murong Fu had a way out, and since he hadn't suffered any loss, he immediately clasped his fists and said, "I don't want to make an enemy of Mr. Ding, so let's just drop the matter today."

Ding Chunqiu glared at Murong Fu fiercely, "Humph, you killed the person who carried the old immortal's sedan chair and you think you can get away with it so easily?

Let your four foul-mouthed men come and carry my sedan chair, and I will forgive you for the past.

Otherwise, after this incident, I will definitely go to the Murong family’s Chanhe Manor to bother them.”

Murong Fu snorted coldly, "If Mr. Ding wants to go, I, Murong Fu, will be waiting."

Xuan Nan quickly changed the subject and asked, "I wonder why Donor Ding has come here?"

Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly, "Why should an old monk like you interfere with what I'm doing?"

After saying this, Ding Chunqiu left the sedan chair and walked straight up the mountain.

A group of disciples behind him immediately shouted slogans again.

Xuan Nan looked at Ding Chunqiu's back, not knowing whether this old devil Ding was Jiang Weichen's helper or enemy?

Next, a group of people followed a group of flatterers, listening to the deafening slogans and helplessly walked slowly up the mountain.

Chapter 225 The situation is strange

In an ordinary small village at the foot of Yunwu Mountain.

"Sir, our spies stationed around Yunwu Mountain did not see Jiang Weichen coming down the mountain.

Xuan Nan and his companions had already gone up the mountain, but an unexpected and uninvited guest had arrived."

The middle-aged man suddenly turned around and asked, "Who's here?"

"Ding Chunqiu from Xingxiu Sea came all the way from the Western Regions. His purpose is unknown, but it is very likely that he is here to help Jiang Weichen."

The middle-aged man frowned, then relaxed his brows in a moment and replied, "It's okay. If he is Jiang Weichen's helper, it would be even better. This way we can reduce casualties.

Otherwise, Jiang Weichen would not last more than a few moves in Xuannan's hands. If he is easily taken down, wouldn't our plan fail?"

The middle-aged man finished speaking and then asked, "Qiao Feng has a terrible reputation. Do you have any hope of becoming the leader of the gang next?"

"Sir, I'm afraid I'm not up to the task. I'm just a captain, and there are several elders above me."

“Quan Guanqing, you’re a loser. Even with the support of my Imperial City Division, you’ve only managed to climb to the position of helmsman after all these years.

Don't you boast of your extraordinary wisdom and claim to be a perfect scholar? Why don't you encourage more people to come this time?"

Quan Guanqing hurriedly bowed and said, "Sir, I am willing but unable to do anything. They are all busy fighting for the position of gang leader, so how can they think about avenging Xu Chongxiao?

No matter how much I incite them, they are unwilling to come."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "The Beggars' Sect has too many members. Either all the prestigious members will die, or the imperial court will control them. Do you understand?"