Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 160 Asking the Immortal to Come Out of the Mountain? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

In a small restaurant on the border of Dali.

Murong Bo was in high spirits and asked Ding Chunqiu loudly what he thought about the general situation in the world.

Ding Chunqiu's cheek twitched, and he muttered inwardly while drinking, "A mere warrior with no troops, no power, and no money, dares to talk nonsense about the world situation?"

"As the real person said, the Murong family father and son are really whimsical!"

Ding Chunqiu secretly complained, but a distant smile appeared on his face. He said with a forced smile, "Mr. Murong has great ambitions, but Ding Chunqiu only wants to be an ordinary rich man. The world's situation? Ha! Why should I, a rich man, care about him?"

Ding Chunqiu's words were clear, but Murong Bo's face showed no sign of annoyance. He still smiled, but he changed his address: "Hey, Sect Leader Ding, your words are different. I remember that you once dominated the Xingxiu Sea and founded the Xingxiu Sect. Your disciples came from the northwest and spread into the martial arts world like stars in the sky. You accomplished great things.

Now that Sect Leader Ding wants to retire from the underworld, wouldn't that be a waste of his great reputation?

Ding Chunqiu's face suddenly became ugly as if covered by layers of dark clouds. The wine glass in his hand broke into pieces with a crackling sound and was crushed into powder in his palm.

Murong Bo was not praising his disciple for his great reputation, he was clearly threatening him!
But Murong Bo's words also make sense.

In the past, he dominated the Xingxiu Sea and thought that his poison skills were unparalleled in the world. Therefore, he was vain, unscrupulous, arrogant and domineering, and made countless enemies.

If he really returned to Suzhou to live with Li Qingluo in her old age, and people knew that the old monster Xingxiu was not strong enough to go, and even lost his Huagong technique, it would bring disaster to Li Qingluo...

Thinking of this, Ding Chunqiu showed a bit of melancholy on his face and threw the debris in his hand to the ground.

Only a few "puff" sounds were heard, and the pinhole-sized debris created countless tiny holes on the ground, letting in countless rays of light like a sieve.

Ding Chunqiu grabbed the wine jug and narrowed his eyes as he said, "I am old and lack the strength to go ahead. Just like the Liao Kingdom, which has enjoyed peace for many years, even though it is an old horse in the stable, it is still a martyr in his twilight years. If it shows signs of fatigue, it will immediately be surrounded by wolves and fought over by hyenas."

He gulped down a large gulp, then glanced sideways at Murong Fu, chuckling, "Unlike Master Murong, he's in his prime. Just like Xixia, although young, he's in his prime. Unfortunately, he lacks talent. Although he's good at acrobatics, when it comes to real skills, hehe~~"

Murong Fu's joy at reuniting with his father was instantly washed away. His handsome face was as dark as if it were smeared with cow dung, and it was so smelly that people couldn't bear to look at it a second time.

Murong Bo couldn't just sit by and watch his son being targeted like this. He twirled his wine glass and said with a fake smile, "Mr. Ding, you're using people as metaphors for the countries you've spoken of. You've pointed out the shortcomings of Liao and Xixia. It seems Mr. Ding is quite optimistic about the Song Dynasty."

Ding Chunqiu glanced at Murong Bo and said, "Mr. Murong knows more about the Song Kingdom than I do."

Murong Bo did not refuse and nodded in response, "The State of Song may seem rich, but it has allowed its grain and fodder to rot in its warehouses. As the saying goes, 'Warfare is a matter of great importance to a nation; it is the place of life and death, the road to survival and destruction, and it must be carefully considered.' Yet, the officials in the court use civil officials to control the military. The soldiers do not know their generals, and the generals do not know their soldiers. This reduces the possibility of military men seizing power, but it also costs them money.

If a tiger loses its teeth and claws, it becomes just a pile of meat ready to be slaughtered!"

Murong Bo suddenly slammed his wine glass down on the table, staring intently at Ding Chunqiu, and said passionately, "All dynasties are corrupt, and all nations are rotten! They are like a pool of stagnant water. If a new nation were to rise at this time, it would easily swallow up the world!"

"Yan State?" Ding Chunqiu said in a mocking tone.

"A small country that has been destroyed for hundreds of years, a barbarian clan, is worthy of this!"

Ding Chunqiu was not a native of the Central Plains, but he looked down on the Xianbei people. He stood up under the influence of alcohol and said:

"Without territory, without money, without soldiers, without power, yet you're plotting rebellion, what's your basis? Could it be that you, Mr. Murong, are relying on your unparalleled skills to single-handedly wipe out an army of 100,000, 200,000, or even a million?" "Mr. Murong has had too much to drink, and his mind is a little hazy."

Ding Chunqiu thought about it and decided that he had to go to Suzhou. In the past, no one dared to bully Li Qingluo because of his reputation. But if the news of his declining strength spread, some people would probably have bad intentions.

It would be better to send Li Qingluo to Xixia first. With the care of the master's wife, Li Qingluo can live the rest of her life in peace.

Murong Bo had devoted his life to restoring his country. Even though he knew that what Ding Chunqiu said was true, he still felt a surge of anger when he heard what Ding Chunqiu said. He shouted coldly:

"Master Ding, please don't be ignorant of the current situation!"

"You are just ignorant of fate!" Ding Chunqiu sneered. Although his tone was flat, the lethality was greater than his previous words.

Murong Bo slammed his palm down, sending the entire wine table plummeting to the ground. It broke through the floorboards and crashed to the first floor. His aura surged like a tide, his black hair dancing wildly, and his eyes gleamed with sinister intensity as he asked, "The struggle for supremacy hasn't yet come to an end. Why are you so sure that my Murong family can't achieve hegemony again?"

Crazy, really crazy!

Ding Chunqiu jokingly said, "If you want to achieve hegemony, it's not impossible. There's an immortal in Dali's Wanjie Valley. If you can afford to impress him and invite him to come out of seclusion, there might be a chance of rebuilding Dayan."

Murong Bo looked displeased: "I treated you with sincerity, why did Mr. Ding deceive me with such a joke?"

Murong Fu stepped forward and whispered, "Dad, it's true. I'm lucky enough to have seen an immortal, but..."

"..." Murong narrowed his eyes. Just by seeing the complicated expression on Murong Fu's face, he dared to conclude that the so-called immortal had absolutely nothing good to say about his son.

However, the calculating man remained undeterred. He simply stood with his hands behind his back and said with conviction, "Even immortals are human too! They can't escape the four desires of wine, sex, money, and power."

"Quack, quack!" Ding Chunqiu applauded, "Mr. Murong is very courageous. If you can persuade the immortal to come out, Ding Chunqiu will come to show his support no matter where he is, as long as he is still alive."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Murong Bo turned his anger into joy and made a gentleman's agreement with Ding Chunqiu.

However, neither of them was a gentleman, and the so-called agreement was just an excuse. They were secretly calling each other idiots in their hearts.

After the four men left the restaurant and asked for four fast horses from the carriage and horse business, heading towards the Central Plains, the restaurant owner and the owner of the carriage and horse business dared to run tremblingly to report to the police.

Unfortunately, the people in the underworld act unruly and the government does not take action. When they encounter such things, they can only blame themselves for their bad luck.

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Somewhere in the Central Plains, the four of them stopped to rest.

Murong Bo learned about Zhang Kuang from Murong Fu. A smile appeared on his face as he silently munched on a pancake. "Is this guy lustful? It couldn't be simpler..."

(End of this chapter)