The Beacon Record of the Eight Parts of the Dragon [Xiao Feng x Murong Fu colleagues]

"The soldiers are sloppy, and the general is empty."

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"Why so thin?"

Murong Fu raised his head from the letter in front of him, twisted the padded coat that was brought up, and immediately frowned.

"Is it thin?" Deng Baichuan was taken aback, shook off the cotton robe, turned it over and took a look.For a warrior with deep inner strength like him, he is not afraid of the cold weather and the twelfth lunar month. He can survive the winter with just a jacket.

Murong Fu put down the brush, took the clothes and put on his upper body to try it on.

"March and fight, how can this suit withstand the cold." He said as he took off his clothes, "It's time to wear furs in a few days, so why don't you want to do it all at once." He lowered his head and thought for a while, as if After trying to understand the reason, he sighed and said: "It seems that whether the fur can be haired or not is another matter."

Standing up while speaking, he ordered: "Brother Deng, you can take over this batch of winter clothes first, and don't rush to distribute them for the time being. I will go to the transfer envoy to ask for clarification before discussing."

Walking into the transfer envoy camp, there are already several generals who have come one step ahead of him to argue.He stopped and listened, and it turned out that the middle layers were peeled off layer by layer, making the silk robes of the entire army shrink to the touch.

"Who dares to withhold the salaries of Xia's army from the officials!" Lu Bieqian said angrily.He held the cotton-padded jacket in his hand and poked it straight into the face of the transporter: "Look, such thin clothes are not even as good as the spring and autumn single clothes made by my mother! You have the guts to call this thing a cotton-padded jacket, but I don't have the guts to call it my subordinate." Soldiers wear it!"

"Master Riding School, how can a villain not save this truth." The transporter said with a wry smile.He was a middle-aged man with a loyal face. At this time, he was surrounded by a group of young generals and shouted loudly, sweating from his head.

"The military salary is divided from the hands of the officials, and I don't know how many times it will be transferred. The oil and water in the middle, everyone who passes through the hands will have to get a piece of it. Which one of these people can be offended by you and me."

"When will there be furs?" Murong Fu listened for a while with his hands folded, then interrupted and asked.

"It stands to reason that we have to wait until November." The transshipment envoy replied.

"This year's weather is different from usual, and it was very cold early." Murong Fu frowned, "This summer expedition is related to our national fortune in the Song Dynasty. Can't we discuss it and ask the superiors to send down the thick clothes as soon as possible?"

"Captain Murong doesn't know something," the transfer envoy sighed, "Even if the superiors are willing to open the warehouse to distribute the furs, they may not arrive in time. Masters Lu Fu and Peng Sun are still rushing behind with food and grass. The batch of cotton gowns arrived early. Even if we can get the fur gowns, by the time they are delivered to us, the battle may be over.”

Murong Fu knew it would be useless to talk too much, he watched them entangled for a while, turned around and walked away.

At this time, twilight is everywhere.The camp has not yet lighted the lights, but the outpost lights are flickering.

Just now, the brazier in the tent was flourishing, and it was a bit stuffy, but at this moment, the cold wind blows on the hot cheeks, which is very pleasant.Murong Fu went back to the camp without thinking for a while, walked along the road for a while, reached the edge of the camp, stopped, and looked at the Xixia army garrison in the mountain pass with his hands behind his back.

There is still some distance to go to the pass.It was still bright, but nothing could be seen.There is a long streak of cloud across the sky, and there is still a little glimmer of light on the edge of the cloud.A few cold stars twinkle in the sky, and the wilderness hangs down all around.

Murong Fu silently thought for a while about the imminent fierce battle, and all those thoughts, it seemed only for a moment, the last light of the sky had quietly faded away.The night was as dark as ink, and the moon slowly rose up.He raised his head, let out a long breath, and the air was filled with white steam.It has turned into frost.

At this time, I suddenly heard a faint sound coming from nearby.Murong Fu's ears are so clear that he can tell it's the air current caused by fists and feet.He followed the prestige and saw a heroic young man practicing a set of palm techniques alone in an open place.Although he is young, he opens and closes every move with strict laws and regulations. He is not Qiao Feng, but he is who he is.

Peeping at the martial arts of other sects is a big taboo in the world, so Murong Fu only took a look and then called out:

"Brother Joe."

Qiao Feng didn't expect someone to be there, when he looked around in surprise, it was Murong Fu who came.He was dressed in a purple military shirt, tall and tall, with a silver crown on his head shining brightly in the moonlight.

"It's a good trick 'Kanglong Yougui'. It's magnificent and unparalleled." Murong Fu smiled.

Qiao Feng couldn't help being slightly startled when he explained the moves gently: "There are many subtleties in this set of palm techniques. Qiao was lucky enough to learn three moves, and he has never even been able to enter the school. But I don't know how Brother Murong recognizes them. have to?"

He had asked Murong Fu before if he knew martial arts, but he was perfunctory with the phrase "I can't get a glimpse of the door".However, after living together for the past few months, marching and training, advancing and retreating together, I have seen a lot of Murong Fu's ability to gallop on the field and train soldiers in the field. With Qiao Feng's cultivation, it is impossible to see that he possesses martial arts, this time he really became curious .

"Firstly, Yan was obsessed with martial arts, so he could collect the secret books of various schools of martial arts." Murong Fu said lightly, "Build the 'Huan Shi Shui Pavilion' to hide them. I am not talented. When I was young, I followed Xianyan, so I got to see one or two of them. There was a book that mentioned 'Twenty-Eight Palms Subduing the Dragon', but unfortunately the formulas of the moves have been lost. I don't want to be lucky enough to see it today."

"Return to the Water Pavilion... Return to the Water Pavilion..." Qiao Feng muttered twice, bowed his head in thought for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh, and said with a smile: "That's right! Could it be that my virtuous brother is the young master of the Murong family in Jiangnan Yanziwu Owner?"

"I'm next." Murong Fu bowed.

Hearing this, Qiao Feng looked him up and down for a long time, and said with a big laugh: "I have heard that Huan Shi Shui Pavilion has a wide collection of martial arts secrets from all over the world. My virtuous brother must have learned a lot about various martial arts when he grew up. With this level of kung fu, if you One day when he enters the rivers and lakes, I'm afraid that people in the rivers and lakes will only know his brother's name and not who Qiao Feng is." He has a straightforward temperament, and he blurted out these words in an open and aboveboard manner, without the slightest bit of sarcasm.

"The next one is that you are not good at learning, and the other is that you have never met a wise teacher. How dare you talk about the world." Murong Fu still said politely and softly, "Only with this little skill, inherit the father's will and serve the country faithfully. "

Qiao Feng has a young heart, at this moment he knew that Murong Fu possessed martial arts, he couldn't help but feel triumphant.He usually never left his hands in the beggars' gang, but now he joined the army and was banned by orders. He followed the soldiers to practice riding and shooting every day, and he was very angry and depressed when he was detained.Jiang Changyun was not his opponent, and Bao Budong and Deng Baichuan were so busy that they finally caught a peer who knew martial arts. He couldn't help but feel itchy, eager to try: "Murong, let's make gestures."

"Brother Qiao, you know that private fights are strictly prohibited in the military." Murong Fu's expression turned serious when he heard that, he was no longer the usual smiling face with him and Guo Chengyu. "Since you and I are generals, we should lead by example. Wouldn't it be a joke for people to bump into us?"

Qiao Feng smiled and didn't take it seriously. "The competition is the competition. Could it be that we should start a serious fight with you?"

"I am indeed no match for Brother Qiao." Murong Fu still said seriously, "If Brother Qiao wants to compete, why not ask Brother Deng another day..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Qiao Feng's body moved, causing the "little grabbing hand" to go straight to the Waiguan acupoint on his left arm, the castration was extremely fast, it was unavoidable to avoid it.

Murong Fu felt a strong wind blowing against his face, and the half-sentence he was about to utter was choked back.Although he is not as experienced as Qiao Feng, but he was also trained in the court at a young age, and practiced hard in various schools and Murong's own martial arts.Which of the four great ministers is mediocre?All of them have been feeding the master for more than ten years in Canhezhuang.

Shocked at this moment, the martial artist's instinctive body reaction gained the upper hand, subconsciously raised his hand to block, and under a strong touch, both of them retreated.

Qiao Feng failed with one move.He was trying to test it, but now he let out a soft drink, and the back move has already attacked in succession, he used the "Dragon Capture Hand" to grab the opponent's right elbow, and the castration was unparalleled.

Surprised and angry, Murong Fu yelled loudly, his body floated up, and he retreated lightly, the corner of his clothes slipped away from Qiao Feng's palm, he just touched the ground with his toes, and before he could settle down, he put two fingers of his right hand together , using the palm instead of the sword, using the "Songfeng Sword Art" of the Qingcheng School, and directly attacked Qiao Feng's left chest.Qiao Feng's heart trembled, he drew half a circle with his left palm in defense, strode forward half a step, and slapped out his right palm with a "hoo", but unexpectedly before Murong Fu's attack reached his chest, he suddenly changed his move, turning his fingers into Palm, slanted palm downwards chopping.Qiao Feng hurriedly changed his moves and exerted force upwards, the palm wind converged, and there was a loud "bang".Both of them were shocked to take a few steps back.

These few strokes of rabbit ups and downs, flashes of lightning, but in the blink of an eye, the two of them have done three tricks with their kung fu, and there is no winner.

"Qiao Feng, what are you doing!" Murong Fu said angrily.No matter how well-mannered he was, he was also irritated at this moment.

Qiao Feng stood still and looked at him with extremely complicated expressions, half embarrassment, half admiration.He looked at it for a while, then suddenly bowed deeply, and said with a long smile:

"I was the one who did it first and bumped into Brother Murong Xian! I'm sorry!"

As he spoke, he bowed his hands again and again to apologize.

But it turned out that Qiao Feng had been watching with cold eyes for the past two months, and he saw Murong Fu's behavior and affairs in his eyes.Although he is young, he is impeccable in dealing with people and things. He is neither humble nor overbearing to his superiors and a group of officers who do not admire him.Only in front of Guo Cheng, who is the same age and has a very thick skin, does he show a bit of detachment that fits his youthful heart.

It was also a coincidence to talk a few more words under the moon tonight, and Qiao Feng was joking, so he rashly tried to test it out, just to see what he looked like when he was pushed into a hurry.

At this moment, seeing Qiao Feng repeatedly apologizing with great sincerity, Murong Fu couldn't bear to argue with him, so he just smiled wryly, "It doesn't matter if you bump into someone else, as long as you don't hit someone else another day, that's not justified."

Qiao Feng even said that he didn't dare.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes came from a distance, both of them were startled and looked up.I saw in the wilderness, under the moonlight, a rider came from Juechen, followed by several riders. The armor of the knights on the horses was shining brightly, reflecting the moonlight.

"Believe it, bring scouts back."

Murong Fu's expression had calmed down, he said softly at this moment, watching the leading generals get off their horses, show their badges with the gatekeepers, and lead the horses into the gate.With a flick of his robe sleeves, he walked quickly to meet Guo Cheng and his party.

"Murong! Why are you here?" Seeing Murong, Fu and Qiao Feng guarding the door, Guo Cheng walked over quickly.

"It's such a cold day. How long have you been waiting?... Come in and talk."

They walked silently in the cold night.After running for a long distance, the horse raised its head and snorted from time to time, and the heat condensed into white smoke, which diffused in the cold night.

"Is the trip going smoothly?" Murong Fu asked.

"Xixia Liang Yibu really led [-] soldiers and horses, ambush the navel pass, and treated each other in strict formation. In my opinion, it is better to avoid the sharp edge in this battle." Guo Cheng said softly, leading his mount to follow on his pace. "I didn't see any ambushes elsewhere. Presumably they were also at a loss and couldn't draw any troops."

Murong Fu nodded, and pondered: "I just thought about it, if you take the dangerous terrain of the Navel Pass, you have to have a strong ship and sharp guns to do it. And..." He shook his head and didn't continue .

"It's cold, why are you here today?" Guo Cheng seemed to suddenly remember.

Murong Fu sighed, then told him about the winter clothes just now.After hearing this, Guo Cheng was so angry that he slapped the horse's back, which made the horse snort repeatedly in shock.

"Brothers are at the border, risking their lives to defend their homes and the country, but in the end they can't even have a decent winter coat."

"How can you and I be the masters of this?" Qiao Feng persuaded, "Even such a strategy can't help these gentlemen."

"The time to make them laugh is numbered." Murong Fu was silent for a while, thoughtfully.

Qiao Feng and Guo Cheng were all shocked when they heard the words, but they didn't dare to ask more questions.

The lights of the camp were now in sight.A group of people stopped their steps.

"Return to Qianju," Murong Fu said softly, "to teach him that he will not be able to take it by force."

He patted Guo Cheng on the shoulder and watched him get on his horse and gallop towards Liu Changzuo.

Guo Cheng rode his horse halfway, turned his head on the horse's back, and glanced at Murong Fu who was still standing in front of the tent.The dim light in the tent outlined his figure as a silhouette, standing there quietly, only staring at him intently.