Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 212 Soldiers are like bandits

After Murong Fu finished speaking, he gently slashed with his sword, and Cai Jing's head flew off into the air.

He used the Dragon-Capturing Technique to capture it and then put it into his personal space.

After glancing at the two local officials on the boat who still held a high regard for him, he believed that they had indeed been captured by Cai Jing.

After all, Deng Baichuan and others must have given him benefits, otherwise his favorability rating wouldn't have reached over 80.

Now that he killed Cai Jing, his popularity has soared to 90%.

Ignoring the two of them, Murong Fu lightly left the ship and headed towards Bianjing.

The straight-line distance between Taihu Lake and Bianjing is 1,500 li. Murong Fu set off in the morning and arrived just as dusk was falling.

A martial arts master can fly through the air without any twists or detours. The only detours were because Murong Fu was slightly off-target.

By the time they arrived in Bianjing, the city lights were already on, and the effects of Murong Fu's Forgetfulness Pill had worn off.

But at this moment, he showed no signs of anger or anxiety.

I just felt it was time to eat.

Murong Fu's meals were always very regular, but because he was on the road, he skipped lunch, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

It's not a physical issue; he can go for days without eating without any problems. It's a mental one that's causing him dissatisfaction.

So they found a restaurant, ordered a feast, and began to eat heartily.

Her striking appearance and unseemly eating habits drew frequent attention from those around her.

After eating most of the food, Murong Fu asked the waiter to bring him another serving of a few of the dishes he liked.

The waiter agreed verbally, but secretly harbored different plans. He went straight to the shopkeeper and said:

"Shopkeeper, that person ate so fast and so fiercely, could he be trying to dine and dash?"

The shopkeeper waved his hand and said:

"Go away, don't talk nonsense. You may be a little shrewd, but you're still too naive."

Look at that young master, not to mention his facial features, he seems like a banished immortal.

Just look at her clothes, and that gemstone in the crown on her head—it's enough to buy most of my shop.

That fan on the table, even though it's not open, just the ribs and the pendant underneath... it's enough to keep you from eating or drinking for ten years.

And then there's that long gown...:

Forget it, I'm not going to talk to you anymore. You wouldn't understand anyway. Go to the kitchen and hurry up with the food preparation.

Let the chefs show off their best skills. If the young master enjoys the meal, please reward us.

Go quickly.

"Sigh." The waiter reluctantly looked away from Murong Fu, intending to leave, but bumped into a wall and fell to the ground.

"Ouch."

Looking up, one sees the imperial guards who devour people without spitting out the bones.

When the Imperial Guard was first established, the atmosphere was relatively good, but times have changed, corruption has spread, and there are many nepotisms. The sons of Imperial Guard generals are admitted to the ranks without examination, and at this time more than half of the middle and lower-ranking officers are hereditary.

Incidents of soldiers forcibly buying shops and beating civilians occur frequently.

During the Jingkang Incident, the 100,000 imperial guards defending the city completely collapsed, leaving only 3,000 to resist...

When this fellow encountered the Imperial Guards, he naturally kowtowed and admitted his mistake.

The leading imperial guard knew he couldn't squeeze any money out of the young shop assistant, so he simply kicked him and turned to the shopkeeper, asking:

"Shopkeeper, this young waiter of yours is really reckless; he's injured me."

The innkeeper immediately knew they were here to freeload, and then he said obsequiously:

"Sir, I understand. You've worked hard. It's on me tonight."

Seeing that the old shopkeeper was so savvy, the imperial guards naturally laughed heartily.

The innkeeper sent the waiter to hurry up and prepare the dishes, while he himself wanted to personally lead the Imperial Guards to a private room upstairs for a meal.

But when the leading imperial guard looked at Murong Fu, he smiled more happily than if he had seen his own father, and said to a tall, thin imperial guard behind him:

"Second brother, did you figure it out?"

The second son glanced at Murong Fu a few times and asked doubtfully, "You can tell... he can eat a lot?"

The leading soldier tapped him on the forehead and said, "Heh, didn't you realize he's rich, and from out of town?"

The second brother, rubbing his head, said, "Brother, maybe he's rich, but how did you know he's from out of town?"

The one referred to as "Big Brother" said, "Nonsense, I know all the rich people in this area..."

Come on, let me show you how to make some money to spend.

He then sat down in front of Murong Fu with an air of nonchalance.

The shopkeeper, seeing his most distinguished guest about to be harassed by the soldier, secretly lamented his misfortune.

He then hurriedly said, "Sir, the private room upstairs..."

Before he could finish speaking, the shopkeeper was slapped to the ground by the second brother.

"Why."

The old manager knew these people were not to be trifled with; getting involved could lead to the restaurant going out of business or even the destruction of one's family.

Even though the excruciating pain was unbearable, I dared not cry out when I fell to the ground.

The surrounding diners dared not speak; everyone watched, some with only numbness in their eyes, while others had anger and resentment in theirs.

But no one dared to make a move; living in this world, they could only endure it.

Murong Fu was still gnawing on a chicken leg, but when he saw the old shopkeeper fall to the ground and dare not shout, and when he saw the arrogant and stupid face of the Imperial Guard sitting in front of him, he suddenly felt very bad.

He sighed impatiently and said, "Is this how you usually bully ordinary people?"

The eldest brother's smile deepened, but the hidden malice in his smile became even more apparent.

The surrounding diners sighed inwardly; this young master looked wealthy, perhaps paying him a small sum would settle the matter.

But this will also cause trouble for the shop owner.

Some commoners were also whispering amongst themselves. The Imperial Guards couldn't hear them, but Murong Fu heard them clearly. The second son, hearing Murong Fu's words and seeing the whispers around him, felt humiliated. He drew his sword, pointed it at Murong Fu, and said, "How dare you..."

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Before he could finish speaking, Murong Fu spat out the chicken cartilage he hadn't eaten, which pierced through Duifa's neck, went through his back, and hit the wall of the inn, creating a large crater.

Everyone present was shocked. The Imperial Guards had been killed by Jianghu (江湖, a term referring to the martial arts world) figures in Bianjing (Kaifeng). This was a huge incident!

If we don't leave now, it will be harder to leave later.

The shopkeeper never expected that this seemingly refined young man would kill someone in the blink of an eye.

Those customers who skipped out on their bills were no longer his concern; he wanted to skip them too, but the store was his.

Someone died in his shop, he can't escape the consequences!

At this moment, the waiter in the kitchen heard the commotion and quickly ran out.

Seeing the shopkeeper on the ground, they quickly helped him up.

The Imperial Guard leader stared blankly at his underling whose throat had exploded, his legs going weak.

They scrambled and crawled towards the outside of the inn.

With a single slash of his sword, Murong Fu severed both of his legs.

Blood splattered all over the ground.

"You can't kill me, you can't, my uncle is...."

Murong Fu had no interest in listening to any of this. He watched the remaining soldiers run away without paying any attention, took another bite of his chicken leg, and said:

"Waiter, bring the wine."

The waiter, somewhat bewildered, gave a blank reply and went to get it.

He had a dream of becoming a martial arts hero since he was a child, and the happiest time of his day was whenever he would perform a few lines in the shop.

The old shopkeeper said to Murong Fu, "Young master, great hero."

I know you're skilled in martial arts and can run. But you need to run fast.

Once they arrive, there's no escaping them. There are quite a few troublemakers in the capital, but not many. Those who are too late to escape have all been beheaded and their heads displayed to the public.

However, I heard that those who escaped were all caught and brought back...::. But they still had to run.

I know you're here to avenge the old man, young master. I can't escape now, hero, you must... run!"

Murong Sheng listened to the shopkeeper's constant urging to run away, but he didn't say anything and just smiled and continued eating.

A martial arts master fears no military formation.

After finishing the chicken leg, Murong Fu said to the anxious old shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, actually I'm not doing this to avenge you, but for the sake of the common people."

With a dog like Zhao Xu sitting on the throne, I can't lie down in peace.

While the old shopkeeper was still in a daze, the waiter rushed over with two plates of dishes, put them down, and said:

"Master, that's all we have... all the cooks have run away."

Murong Fu looked at the two dishes in front of him, smiled, and started eating.

He even asked the waiter, "Then why didn't you run away?"

The waiter said dumbfoundedly, "This is the first time I've seen a great hero today... Although he's scary, I don't want to run away."

Murong Fu asked the two of them to sit down, and listening to the footsteps outside, he said calmly:

"No need to run."

These days will never be like this again.

Having said that, he looked at the archers lined up outside the door.

With a gentle lift of his hand, a wall of air rose up, blocking the rain of arrows.

He then flicked his sword and struck, like a Gatling gun; any soldier who touched it died, and any who got close was wounded.

Then Murong Fu stood up, threw down two gold ingots, and said:

"The food is good. We'll continue to operate here in the future. Sanheyuan, right? I, Murong Fu, will remember this."

This is your reward money, but unfortunately the cook ran away and you can't get it.

I'm going to find Zhao Xu, so I won't stay any longer.

Then, Murong Fu gently twitched his right little finger, and the soft sword bound the leg of the officer with the broken leg, dragging him to the doorway.

Murong Fu used his Dragon-Capturing Skill to summon a long sword, pinned it to a pillar at the street corner, and said:

"Take a good look at it. After you've finished, I'll take you to see Zhao Xu."

The officer naturally knew that Zhao Xu was the name of the current emperor.

He looked at Murong Fu, dressed in a blue robe, with his back to him, facing the endless stream of imperial guards, and his heart was filled with despair.

Inside the Sanheyuan restaurant, the waiter asked the manager, "Manager, is he Murong Fu?!"

He's Murong Fu, the leader of the martial arts alliance?!

The old shopkeeper's cloudy eyes were filled with too many doubts. He didn't understand what the young master meant by not letting him close the shop.

Forget it, I can't escape anyway.

But the Zhao Xu he mentioned... isn't that the emperor's name?

At this moment, the Imperial Guards were gathering, and Tong Guan, the commander of the Sunflower Guards, naturally knew that a major event had occurred in the capital. He saw the noble young master facing thousands of troops from a high building.

His eyes were full of doubt:

"This person... looks kind of familiar?"

Suddenly, the man looked at Tong Guan, who was hiding in the darkness, with sharp eyes that sent a chill down Tong Guan's spine.

Hiss—