Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 237
There is a saying that a woman who can act like a baby is the luckiest.

Although it may cause discomfort to many people, at least in this river and lake, this sentence is applicable.

With the warm fragrance and soft jade in his bosom, coupled with Wang Yuyan's soft and soft attitude, Murong Fu felt that his heart was about to melt.

Who can refuse a beautiful, cute little beauty who will throw herself into your arms and act like a baby?

"Sorry Yuyan, my cousin just didn't check for a while, and fell into someone else's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

Murong Fu was apologetic, but he said something silently in his heart: But at present, it's really hard to say who is the tiger.

Of course Murong Fu was not stupid enough to say such spoiling words at this time.

What happened just now was actually only a moment, and Murong Fu saw it all.

He thought to himself that it would not be difficult to quickly defeat Duan Yanqing within ten moves, but it would be absolutely impossible if he wanted to make the opponent into a mess with just a single burst of zhenqi.

Although Wang Yuyan's willow waist is very comfortable to hug, but now is not the time for you and me.

"Yuyan, my cousin is going to deal with things here, and I'll be with you later." Murong Fu said softly.

"Okay, cousin." Wang Yuyan nodded her head lightly, and reluctantly got up from Murong Fu's embrace.

Murong Fu first came to Duan Zhengchun and bowed: "Murong Fu's lack of consideration tonight surprised His Highness Duan."

Duan Zhengchun smiled bitterly and said: "What does this have to do with Mr. Murong? Duan Zhengchun is not good at learning." Speaking of this, a trace of shame flashed across Duan Zhengchun's face.

In the final analysis, the fight with Duan Yanqing was an internal dispute within the Duan clan, but he was rescued by Murong Fu twice. As a child of a martial arts family, a majestic prince of Dali, he can't hold it anymore .

Murong Fu said seriously: "Your Highness Duan, why should you be discouraged, victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists. Why judge gains and losses based on temporary victory or defeat."

Having said that, I couldn't help complaining silently in my heart: Your martial arts are too commonplace compared to your Fengyue Congzhong's ability.So much so that I didn't know where to start when I wanted to comfort him.

Then he walked a few steps to the middle of Duan Yanqing and Duan Zhengchun, and there was a distance of thirty zhang between them both impartially.

"Boss Duan, we are destined, we have only been separated for a long time, and we meet again."

Different from Duan Zhengchun's serious face, when facing Duan Yanqing, Murong Fu seemed much more at ease and relaxed.It's strange to say that this is the number one villain in the world in name, but Murong Fu just can't feel any dislike for him, instead he has a feeling of sympathy from the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps, the only person in this world who understands Duan Yanqing is Murong Fu.

Duan Yanqing snorted: "Why is it you every time? There are so many people in the world, why bother to stare at me?"

Murong Fu smiled awkwardly, as if in a certain sense, what Duan Yanqing said was correct: Yunzhonghe was abolished earlier, the temple was destroyed to save the disciples of the Beggar Sect once, Zhongyuan faced Xingxiu disciples once, and last time he was deaf and dumb Gu himself persuaded Ye Erniang and Xiao Jinghu to leave by killing and punishing him. If you count this time, he has really harmed Boss Duan more than once.

Now, the combination of the four villains has almost been made by me to the point that only Duan Yanqing is left as a bare-bones commander, always catching one person to do harm to him, so Murong Fu feels a little embarrassed.

Originally, Duan Yanqing's life was already miserable enough in the original book, but being pushed by him made life even more miserable.

With this embarrassment, Murong Fu was too embarrassed to say the next words.

Yes, in essence, the fight between Duan Yanqing and Duan Zhengchun was an internal struggle within the Duan family, and it had nothing to do with right or wrong. This was even admitted by Duan Zhengchun himself.

Duan Zhengchun also couldn't hold back his face, stepped forward and said: "Thank you Mr. Murong for saving you twice, but Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yanqing are fighting each other among the Duan family's children. I also ask Mr. Murong not to hurt his life and let him go .”

In fact, if Duan Zhengchun had a thicker skin, Murong Fu wouldn't mind keeping Duan Yanqing behind so that he wouldn't be able to trouble his cheap father-in-law in the future.But since the parties involved have spoken, there is no reason for him to do it.This is the so-called nobleman, for whom face is more important than life.

But now, how could Duan Yanqing be allowed to leave so swaggeringly?Wouldn't that cause trouble in the future?

Duan Yanqing didn't say a word during the whole process, just quietly waiting for Murong Fu to deal with him. He knew very well that with the opponent's skill, if he didn't want him to go, no matter what he did, it would be a waste of effort, and there was no need to humiliate himself.

Hearing Duan Zhengchun's intercession for him, Duan Yanqing's eyes flashed a complex look.Speaking of which, counting this time, I have already missed twice, Xiao Jinghu once, and this time I even lost my life in the opponent's hands.

Could it be that God is not on Duan Yanqing's side?

Duan Yanqing couldn't help feeling a trace of sadness in his heart.

Looking back on my life, it can be said that I have achieved nothing and done all useless efforts. From the crown prince admired by all people to the villain that everyone avoids, the throne that I have been pursuing all my life is also out of reach, and I am getting farther and farther away from myself.

Forget it, if it was God's will, it wouldn't be bad to be buried here today.

Murong Fu let out a long sigh: "Both of you are my Murong Fu's friends. I don't want to be partial to you. But knowing that Prince Yanqing has murderous intentions towards His Highness Duan, Murong Fu turned a blind eye to it. His Highness Duan left Gusu the other day. The death and injury at the hands of Prince Yanqing will not make Murong Fu fall into a place of injustice? Well, if this is the case, let the will of heaven decide the enmity between the two of you."

Speaking of which, Murong Fu called the woman in charge: "Go and prepare a table of good food and wine, and clean up the dust for the two masters."

Although Mrs. Wang didn't know what Murong Fu meant by this move, but she guessed that the other party was calculating, seeing the old woman hesitated, she raised her eyebrows: "What are you still dawdling about? Hurry down!"

Although it was already late at night, it was not difficult to prepare a banquet given the rich collection of the palace.

Not long after, a good banquet was brought up.

Murong Fu poured a glass of wine, stood up and said: "I know this matter is an internal matter of the Duan family, so it was not Murong Fu who should intervene. But Murong Fu has a hobby in his life, that is, he is not good at fighting with others, so he has to resolve the fight with others. You see it on my face, let's stop from now on, how about peace is the most important thing?"

Duan Zhengchun said in his heart: I don't want to provoke this martial arts opponent, it's just that he pesters me endlessly, even the emperor's brother is not good enough to fight personally, so what can I do?

Duan Yanqing said: "Murong Fu, I know your martial arts are higher than mine, so it is not difficult to take half of my life, Duan Yanqing. But the throne of Dali belongs to my father, Emperor Shangde. If you want me to stop now, forgive Duan Yanqing for not following orders!"

Murong Fu secretly sighed in his heart: Sure enough.

The obsession in people's hearts is really a terrible thing, Duan Yanqing's life is clearly in Murong Fu's hands at this time, but he is still unwilling to say a soft word.

Murong Fu said: "Since the two sides are like this, then let the heavens decide. If it is God's will, in the next ten years, Prince Yanqing can no longer be unfavorable to His Excellency King Zhennan, how about it?"

Hearing the word "God's will", both Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yanqing couldn't help feeling curious.

Duan Zhengchun said: "I don't know what the Lord is saying about God's will?"

Murong Fu drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, stood up and clapped his hands, several healthy servants walked in carrying a huge bluestone slab.

"Peng" fell to the ground, even though several people had tried their best to be careful, there was still a muffled sound when the piece of bluestone fell to the ground, and thin cracks appeared on the ground, it is conceivable that this stone slab must be quite hard.

"The two are from the Duan family in Dali. The Duan family's one-yang finger stunt must have been practiced to a high level. I heard that the Duan family's one-yang finger is divided into nine grades to one grade. I wonder how many grades you have practiced now?"

Murong Fu laughed.

Although Duan Zhengchun didn't know what the other party meant, he still replied honestly: "Duan Zhengchun's aptitude is blunt and he has practiced hard for many years. This family's one-yang finger kung fu has only been cultivated to the fifth rank. I am really ashamed."

A hint of arrogance flashed in Duan Yanqing's eyes: "Although I'm not very talented, Yiyang Zhi has entered the fourth rank many years ago."

Murong Fu laughed and said: "So, the finger strength of the two of you should be quite good. But I don't know if you can use your finger strength to write on this bluestone without breaking the stone slab?"

As soon as these words came out, Duan Zhengchun was stunned, and Duan Yanqing said angrily: "Murong boy, are you deliberately playing tricks on me? How can this man's fingers write on this incomparably hard bluestone board!"

No wonder Duan Yanqing was furious. In fact, there are quite a few famous masters who are good at finger force, and they can also use finger force to pierce through armor.However, to write on a stone slab requires more than ten times more skill than armor breaking. Even if you are lucky enough to draw one or two strokes on the slate with your fingers, the level of precision is ten times higher if you want to prevent the slate from cracking. .It's like a piece of tofu can be smashed with a human finger, but the tofu will inevitably crumble.If you want to cut it completely, you must use a knife edge.It's the same as writing on a slate.

Basically something you can't do.

Murong said: "In this way, both of you think you can't do it?"

Duan Zhengchun was ashamed and said: "From my point of view, unless Bodhidharma is resurrected, maybe you can try this kind of miraculous technique. Manpower, I'm afraid."

Duan Yanqing didn't answer, just sneered.

A triumphant smile flickered across the corner of Murong Fu's mouth: "Then if Murong Fu did it in front of the two of you today, what should we say?"

Duan Yanqing said: "If you do it, Duan swears that he will not put a finger on Duan Zhengchun in the next ten years. If you violate this promise, God will hate it!"

"Okay, with a word from a gentleman, four horses are hard to follow!"

Murong Fu laughed.

"But what if you can't?"

Duan Yanqing said.

"If Murong Fu can't do it, Murong Fu won't intervene in the fight between the two Masters in the future, and won't allow his subordinates to intervene, how about it?"

Murong replied.

Duan Yanqing secretly rejoiced: "Is this really true?"

"No joke!" Murong Fu laughed.

Duan Zhengchun was worried, but he couldn't say anything, he had to watch Murong Fu's actions.

Duan Yanqing sneered in his heart and said: No matter how skilled you are, it is impossible to write words with your fingers without cracking the stele.You set limits for yourself, if I deal with brother Duan Zhengchun in the future, you will have no reason to intervene.

Murong Fu remained calm, came to the stone tablet, bent down, and tapped twice, as if feeling where the stone tablet would be easier to strike.

After a while, Murong Fu shook his head: "The thing of using finger force to carve characters on the stone is not something human can do, it's reckless."

Duan Yanqing's eyes flashed a smug look, while Duan Zhengchun's eyes were full of frustration.

"Hehe, someone said big things to make me unable to step down, but who is to blame now? Mr. Murong, let's just expose today's matter, I'm sorry!"

Duan Yanqing sneered, got up and walked out the door.

"Wait a minute!"

Murong Fu flicked his sleeves and stopped Duan Yanqing.

"What, Mr. Murong wants to go back on his word?"

Duan Yanqing sneered.

Anyway, he has put life and death aside, and it would be a pleasure to see Murong make a fool of himself before he died.

"Of course not. I just want to ask Prince Yanqing. What is the name of the first form of the Duan family's swordsmanship?"

Murong Fu laughed.

Duan Yanqing didn't know what the other party meant by asking this question, and when he was hesitating whether to answer, Duan Zhengchun said loudly: "The first form of the sword technique handed down by my Duan family is called Qi Li Duan Jin. Our ancestors created this sword technique. The original intention is to make my brothers and grandchildren of the Duan family unite as one, not to have mutual dissatisfaction and be taken advantage of by others."

"So that's the case, thank you His Highness Duan for clarifying the confusion!"

Murong Fu cupped his hands, walked to the stone slab, and the stone slab stood up.Then Murong Fu stretched out his right index finger and wrote on the hard bluestone board: Brothers are of one mind, their sharpness breaks gold, in eight big characters.

The whole process is smooth and smooth, just like a literati writing on rice paper.It's just that raw hairs are fingers, and rice paper is a hard slate.Although the whole process took only a moment, it seemed like a century.The entire room was silent. The heartbeat of the two Duan family children slowed down by a few beats. They were engrossed in watching this shocking miracle performed in front of them. Only the sound of stone dust falling to the ground indicated that there were still people moving here.

In a short while, the eight-character Han Li has been completed, and each character is deeply embedded in the three-point stone slab, explaining what it means to be strong and powerful.

Murong Fu clapped the stone chips in his hands, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, brothers are united, and their benefits can cut through gold. The two masters have a promise, and from now on, remember not to fight again. Come, come, have a good night tonight, and we will have a drink together." cup!"

Duan Yanqing and Duan Zhengchun just didn't speak, they stared at the big characters in front of them with wide eyes.

After a long time, Duan Zhengchun recovered from the shock, and sighed: "Young Master Murong, you are truly a god!"

Duan Yanqing did not speak, walked back to the wine table, picked up a cup of wine and drank it down in one gulp.

"Hahaha, good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good good. It is God's will that you two can turn fighting into friendship, and it is not thanks to Murong Fu! I hope that the two masters Duan will not break today's oath in the future, otherwise, God will not agree!" A battle Duan Zhengchun heaved a sigh of relief after being resolved by Murong Fu in the blink of an eye.Although Duan Yanqing knew that Murong Fu wanted to take sides, he could do nothing, of course, he was even more shocked by the strength of the opponent's fingers, his miraculous skills.

(End of this chapter)