Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

When Murong Fu and Su Xinghe came in, Wu Yazi had already passed away, and Wang Yuyan was sobbing softly beside him.

Su Xinghe looked at the dead body of his master, held back his tears, and walked up to the dead body of his master in three steps at a time. .

at dusk.

According to Wu Yazi's wish during his lifetime, Murong Fu and others buried him on the hill of the Deaf-Mute Valley.Looking down from the hills, you can see the Yellow River with nine twists and turns, rushing to the sea and never returning.

Although the Xiaoyao faction has accumulated a lot, Wu Yazi's tomb is not luxurious, and even a little rudimentary.The burial objects are nothing more than Wu Yazi's collection of books, clothes, qin, sword, and flute during his lifetime.

The tombstone is just an ordinary rock, Murong Fu used his sword energy to cut it into the shape of the tombstone, and the inscription on it is not the usual "Tomb of the Former Master Wu Yazi".Because Wu Yazi once said before his death that Xiaoyaomen are not limited to things or forms. The names of master and apprentice, father and son, and husband and wife are just ordinary shackles, and they cannot escape this bondage during life. It's no fun anymore.

Therefore, what is engraved on Wu Yazi's tombstone is exactly the two poems "Lin Jiang Xian" that Murong Fu carved on the mountain wall earlier.

The words of the once-in-a-hundred-year gifted scholar are used to match the once-in-a-hundred-year martial arts master, which can be regarded as making the best use of everything.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

The man of heaven and earth is the reverse journey of all things, the man of time is the passer-by of a hundred generations, and life is like a dream, how much joy is there?

In this world, there are all kinds of injustices, but in the matter of life and death, it is rare to be fair. Whether you are an unknown Jianghu shrimp or a martial arts master who has cultivated to a near-immortal, after a hundred years, you will not be equal. It is a little splash in the long river of time.Compared with the endless years, what are those little things in the world?

"Brother, Master is gone now, what are your plans for the future?"

Overlooking the mountains, Murong Fu asked Su Xinghe.

Su Xinghe sighed: "Half of my life, I have been thinking about how to continue Master's inheritance, how to avenge that traitor Ding Chunqiu. Now that the villain Ding Chunqiu is dead, Master and his old man's wish It's over, I'm already seventy years old, and I really don't know what else to do next. Maybe it's a good choice to guard the tomb of Master and his old man here."

Murong Fu was silent. When a career that one has been obsessed with for half a lifetime is suddenly completed in an unexpected way one day, the feeling of emptiness and confusion is unimaginable for ordinary people.It's no wonder that Su Xinghe wanted to follow the example of Zigong and others who guarded the master's tomb after Confucius passed away. In a sense, Su Xinghe's life rested on Wu Yazi and Ding Chunqiu.Although Su Xinghe is still alive, it is already difficult for him to rely on anything in his life.

"Since the master has already traveled to the immortals, we ordinary people waiting in the world have to run around in this chaotic place. Senior brother, come down the mountain and help me do something together!"

At such a time, how could Murong Fu say hypocritically: Then follow what the senior brother wants.

Su Xinghe's own martial arts are not inferior to Xuannan, the head of the Shaolin Dharma Academy, and he is a rare first-class master.His name is Congbian, he is famous for his wisdom in Jianghu, except he is stubborn and old-fashioned in dealing with Ding Chunqiu, his ability is far better than that of old monks in Shaolin.Wouldn't it be a waste of talents if such a senior brother with excellent military strength and intelligence didn't find a part-time job?
Su Xinghe was slightly taken aback, apparently he did not expect Murong Fu to say such a thing, and then he was relieved, with a smile on his face: "Okay! Then listen to the younger brother!"

Murong Fu was startled and said: "You just made your decision so easily and don't think about it anymore?"

Su Xinghe shook his head lightly: "Don't think about it. Now, Junior Brother, you are the head of my Xiaoyao Sect. Your words are God's will within the sect, and all disciples must obey."

"Um, is that so?"

Looking at the Seven Treasure Ring left to him by Wu Yazi in his hand, Murong Fu is still a little uncomfortable with his identity as the head of the "Xiaoyao Sect", not to mention his other identity "Vice Leader of Mingjiao". Haven't gotten used to the beauty of power.

The essence of power is the extent to which one's will can influence the behavior of others.In the past, Murong Fu punished rape and eradicated evil, formed good karma, and gained a great reputation. Everyone in the world respected "Nan Murong", but this admiration was not enough to transform into power.

But now, a single sentence of mine can mobilize countless strangers, they come from all over the world, from all schools and factions, and just because I have a single thought, I will organize the information I want to know and send it to me. It only takes one sentence to make a strong first-class master change his mind to work for himself.

This is power.

When this kind of power is magnified a hundred times or ten thousand times, it is the emperor of this era. With one thought, the fate of countless people can be changed by oneself. This feeling is like a god sitting in the clouds and looking down on the world.

"Okay, thank you, brother. Now that the matter here is over, please clean it up. Come back to Gusu with me in a few days!"

Murong Fu lightly rubbed the huge gemstone ring on his right thumb, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

"Listen to the orders of the sect master!"

Su Xinghe said respectfully.

So, a few days later, Su Xinghe brought dozens of people under his sect, packed up their things and followed Murong Fu to Gusu.

Before leaving, Murong Fu turned his head and took a last look in the direction of Deaf and Mute Valley.

At the same time, Gusu.

Duan Zhengchun and Ruan Xingzhu and others have been living in Murong Fu's residence for a while.

During this time, A'Zhu, as the butler of Murong's family, arranged all the food and daily life for Duan Zhengchun and others.After getting along day and night, coupled with a coincidence, A Zhu and Ruan Xingzhu met each other.

Among them, there is no need to elaborate on the scene where mother and daughter meet. Duan Zhengchun felt guilty for neglecting his old lover and his own daughter for many years, and he wanted to make amends.In addition, the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is pleasant, so I can live here with peace of mind during this period of time.

A few days later, Murong Fu rushed back to Gusu with everyone, the first thing he did was to meet Zhennan Wang who had been waiting for a long time.

"Thanks to Mr. Murong for saving Duan Zhengchun's life, and the little girl Azhu has been taken care of by Murong's family for many years. Duan Zhengchun really doesn't know how to repay her great kindness! Please be respected by Duan Zhengchun!"

In the tea room, two cups of clear tea were steaming, and Azhu Abi accompanied him, standing respectfully behind Murong Fu.On weekdays, Azhu Abi's status in Murong's family is no different from that of the master, but when Murong Fu returns, he still has to behave like a maid.

As soon as Duan Zhengchun lifted his robe, he wanted to bow down, but Murong Fu hurriedly held him back: "Uncle, don't do that. How can my nephew deserve such a big gift!"

Before Baoding Emperor Duan Zhengming recognized Murong Fu as his righteous nephew, naturally Duan Zhengchun was considered Murong Fu's uncle.Because of emotion and reason, Murong Fu really couldn't stand Duan Zhengchun's worship.

Since Duan Zhengchun met Murong Fu last time in Dali, he has been deeply impressed by this young hero.After a series of things during this period, I am even more admired and grateful.

He looked at A'Zhu behind Murong Fu, then at Murong Fu, moved his lips, and stopped talking.

"What's the matter with Uncle Duan? But it's okay to say!"

Murong Fu looked at Duan Zhengchun's expression, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the other's gourd, so he asked aloud.