Chapter 97 Exculpation

Murong Ji glanced at the people sitting in the inn. Most of them were martial artists from various gangs. He could barely recognize a few of them, but he couldn't recognize the others.

Feng Boye found an empty table and asked Murong Ji to sit down. Just as he was about to book a room, Murong Ji grabbed him and handed him half a bag of gold leaves.

Murong Ji pursed his lips and said, "We all came together, so let's give them a table as well."

Feng Boye glanced at the people of the Murong family and said, "Sir, they are all from our family... just eat some dry food."

It’s hard to say for servants, but in fact, their indentures are all in the hands of the Murong family.

Murong Ji patted his hands and said, "Just because they are family members, we shouldn't let them eat coarse food. And arrange rooms for them. It's been a tiring journey."

Feng Boye hesitated for a moment, not wanting to offend him. After all, he didn't have much prestige in front of the people from the Murong family.

The Murong family had quite a few people coming this time, more than a dozen top-notch experts, and more than twenty good fighters. A total of about a hundred people, if they were all accommodated, the cost would be quite high.

From this perspective, the Murong family is quite powerful and has considerable influence, but their consumption is also great.

These warriors are the elite among the elite in the army. After all, they have internal strength!

Such strength is even stronger than those of the aristocratic generals in the Song Dynasty.

This half bag of gold leaves is worth several thousand taels of silver. Feng Boye didn't expect that the second young master was so rich that he could take a thousand taels of silver so easily.

Feng Boye booked a room, walked out of the store, and said to the people of the Murong family, "The young master loves you and has booked a room, food and wine for you. Five people in one room. Follow me in."

After the assignment, Feng Bo'e walked back to the inn and took a look. In just a short while, the inn was almost full.

You know, in this kind of scenario, the ones who can get a table are all the leaders of some forces.

For example, in their Murong family, Feng Bo'e reserved four tables where only the leading masters could sit.

This inn is not small, with twenty or thirty tables.

Feng Bo returned to his seat, glanced at the people around him, and said softly, "Sir, these people are all prominent figures in the martial arts world. We should go and say hello to them."

Murong Ji was startled and nodded. "Fourth brother, who do you think we should go see first?"

Feng Boye glanced around and quietly pointed to Murong Ji, "Shan Zheng. The owner of Shanjia Manor."

Bao Bu Tong nodded with a serious look on his face. "There are no older people in the inn yet, but Dan Zheng is worthy of the title."

Feng Bo'e was a little surprised that his third brother would actually speak. This was a good thing, so he simply gave him this opportunity and sat aside and kept silent.

"Shan Zheng, known as the 'Iron-faced Judge', has a good reputation for being able to judge right from wrong and good from evil. Most importantly, they are willing to take responsibility for their words."

"He has five sons, known as the 'Five Tigers of the Shan Family', and they are all very good fighters."

"Sir, please."

Murong Ji stood up and walked towards Shan Zheng, with Feng Bo'e and Bao Bu Tong guarding him on his left and right.

As soon as these two people appeared, someone recognized them, they were from the Gusu Murong family.

Everyone in the inn fell silent instantly.

Still some distance away from Shan Zheng, Murong Ji was the first to clasp his fists and said, "Junior Murong Ji, greetings to Senior Shan."

Shan Zheng was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and clasped his fists in return, "You're welcome." But he was constantly thinking in his heart, the Murong family has always been arrogant, but it is rare today.

After a little thought, he did not expect that this person was the one from the Murong family. His son Shan Boshan carefully reminded him: "Dad, this person is probably the second son of the Murong family."

Shan Zheng reacted instantly. Recently there were rumors in the martial arts world that Murong Fu was killed by a mysterious master, who had just taken charge of the Murong family.

Looking at the two people beside him, Bao Bu Tong and Feng Bo'e, felt a chill in their hearts.

"May I ask if you are the Second Young Master Murong?"

"It is me, the junior. I have long heard of the name of the 'Iron-faced Judge', and only today have I had the opportunity to meet Senior Shan."

Shan Zheng's face was full of smiles. He was flattering people with his fancy words, and everyone wanted to hear nice things.

"It's all because of the kindness of some of my friends in the underworld."

Murong Ji suddenly had an idea. He thought that there was no need to waste such a prominent figure. "Senior Shan, can I have some of your blessings?"

The eldest son, who was sitting next to Shan Zheng, kicked his youngest brother on the buttocks, asking him to give up his seat. He then drove away the third and fourth children one by one and sat on his father's right.

Shan Zheng extended his hand and gestured, "Mr. Murong, please take a seat."

After replacing the bowls, chopsticks and dishes, they started chatting.

Feng Bo turned around and went to greet other martial arts masters. These people might not be very strong, and they would not be able to play a big role in accomplishing things.

But when it comes to bad things, that's their strong point.

Don't negotiate, but don't offend either.

Murong Ji deliberately led the topic to the affairs of the Murong family.

"Senior Shan, I'm sure you've heard about what's happened in my family recently. There are some things I'm unsure about, so I hope Senior Shan can give me some advice."

Shan Zheng's face froze. He knew that the Murong family's affairs were not that simple. He didn't want to get involved, but when things came to this point, it would be a disgrace to his reputation if he continued to dodge.

"Mr. Murong, tell me about it."

A trace of grief flashed across Murong Ji's face. "Senior Shan, you may not know that my elder brother died unjustly. When I learned that my elder brother was seriously injured and beaten to death."

"I rushed over from Gusu. When I arrived at Jian'an Prefecture, I found that things were not as simple as I thought. I captured a few spies from Yipintang and learned from them... learned..."

Murong Ji gritted his teeth and said, "I learned that my elder brother Murong Fu colluded with Xixia to invade Song territory! After investigation, I found that 'Murong Fu' was not my elder brother."

"Someone is acting in the name of my Murong family."

"Later, I got some information about my eldest brother and planned to take him back to Gusu. But who would have thought that the thief would chase him and kill him."

Shan Zheng looked at Murong Ji's expression, which was full of heaviness and his brows were slightly furrowed for a long time. The Beggars' Sect gathered together this time because Xixia raised an army.

He didn't expect that things would be so complicated.

"That thief is so powerful that we are definitely not able to match him. What he has learned is as diverse as my father's! He knows all the secrets of the Tibetan Flame Sword, the Shaolin Vajra Palm, the Flower-Picking Finger, etc...."

Shan Zheng was shocked. Diamond Palm?! This kind of martial arts is not only a secret skill, but also requires ridiculously high qualifications.

"Mr. Murong, you must be responsible for what you say!" Shan Zheng grabbed Murong Ji's wrist and stared into his eyes.

(End of this chapter)