Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 37 Sick
"What is this nonsense?"

Murong Bo felt that his son was becoming more and more strange.

He must be sick!

Could it be that he has been putting too much pressure on Murong Fu recently?
Alas! That incident many years ago was not handled well enough, so he was suspected by others.

Not only did he fail to stir up hatred between Liao and Song, but he also brought trouble upon himself. He might have to find a way to hide.

Before hiding, he had to take care of his household affairs.

"Fu'er, you must be sick, you're having hysterics!" Murong Bo felt that Murong Fu must be sick!

He stretched out his hand to grab Murong Fu, and this grab locked onto several major acupoints on Murong Fu's body. Once grabbed, Murong Fu would be unable to move.

But the person he met was Shi Fei.

He is a man who even he himself does not know how strong he is.

When Shi Fei faced the grab, he simply blocked it lightly, then slapped Murong Bo on the chest.

Murong Bo felt an overwhelming force and he couldn't help but fly up!

With a bang, he bumped into the bookshelf behind him.

But he was fine, and neither was the bookshelf behind him.

There is no doubt that Shi Fei stopped.

No matter what, Murong Bo is the master of this body. It is really inappropriate to beat Murong Bo violently as soon as he came in as Murong Fu.

"I am indeed sick, but you can't cure me." Shi Fei shook his head and said.

Why does he dream?

Why is every dream like a person’s entire life?
Why does a dream inherit things from the previous dream?
What does this actually represent?
He was confused.

"Your cultivation..." Murong Bo rubbed his chest and looked at Murong Fu in disbelief. Even he couldn't do such a casual statement without a trace of fireworks.

"Fu'er, what's wrong with you? I can find a doctor!" Murong Bo was surprised and happy and said, "With such a high level of cultivation, why should you worry about not being able to restore your family name to Yan?"

Shi Fei asked: "Reviving what country?"

Murong Bo said: "Dayan!"

Shi Fei asked: "Which Yan?"

In history, there were quite a few countries named Yan.

Murong Bo said solemnly at this time: "It was my Murong family who founded the Yan Kingdom! We are the descendants of the emperor."

A glow appeared on his face and he was proud of his ancestors.

"..."

Shi Fei was silent for a moment, then said, "Go to the streets and look around. How many people with the surnames Liu, Li, or Ji are not descendants of emperors?"

Murong Bo also fell silent.

What this land lacks the least is the descendants of emperors and nobles.

Shi Fei added: "Murong Huang founded the Former Yan and made Longcheng its capital. Murong Chui founded the Later Yan, Murong Hong founded the Western Yan, and Murong De founded the Southern Yan. Which Yan are you talking about when you say you want to restore it?"

Fortunately, Shi Fei remembered such unpopular history, and he knew that in history, the Xianbei Murong family established the Yan Kingdom in Liaoning during the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

During the heyday of Murong Huang's Former Yan, it included parts of Jizhou, Yanzhou, Qingzhou, Bingzhou, Yuzhou, Xuzhou, and Youzhou.

But the heyday did not last long.

That was during the Eastern Jin Dynasty, approximately between 330 and 410 AD.

Shi Fei remembered that Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils began during the reign of Emperor Zhezong of the Northern Song Dynasty, thirty years before Murong Bo faked his death.

It was now around the reign of Emperor Yingzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, approximately after 1047 AD.

The difference is about 700 years.

700 years!
Not 70!
In between there was a short-lived Sui Dynasty, a prosperous Tang Dynasty, then the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, and finally the current Song Dynasty.

Murong Bo actually wanted to restore the Yan Kingdom 700 years ago. He was a bit like a person in the st century, wearing strange clothes, wandering around the streets all day, and promoting on short videos that he wanted to restore the Han Dynasty! Not the Han Dynasty established by Liu Bang, not the Ji Han established by Liu Bei, but the Chen Han established by Chen Youliang!

When the local tourism department found out about this, they gave him a certificate of honor, saying that he had boosted the local tourism industry.

Otherwise who would know Chen Han!

Murong Bo said: "No matter which Yan, they are our ancestors."

In fact, he couldn't tell the difference between the Yan states after reading the books at home. There were many inconsistencies in the records in the family tree.

In this autobiography, he devoted himself to the country, worried about the country and the people, and fought for the Yan State all his life. However, there were too many insects and incompetent people around him, which made him helpless.

Time is also destiny.

But in the mouth of another person, this person becomes stubborn and conceited, refuses to listen to advice, acts rashly, is greedy for money and lustful, and even does not spare his own niece.

People who are in history cannot always see history clearly.

This is what the clan records.

Shi Fei said: "I thought I was a little crazy, but now it seems that I am quite normal. I think you are the one who is crazy. You actually want to revive the country of seven hundred years ago."

"It is still a small local regime established by the Murong Xianbei people."

"Shut up! How can you look down on our ancestors so much?" Murong Bo angrily shouted at Shi Fei, "You are really sick! Normally you worship our ancestors the most."

The term "small local regime established by the Xianbei people" was like a thorn in Murong Bo's heart.

Compared with the Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, or even the Song Dynasty, the so-called "Yan" was indeed a "small local regime".

He was sure that Murong Fu in front of him had undergone some changes and indeed did not look like his son anymore.

He gathered his energy and raised his hand, then pointed at Murong Fu's chest and the air.

This finger is the Murong family's unique skill, the Sanhe Finger. Murong Bo boasts that its power is comparable to the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" of the Dali Duan family.

Shi Fei looked at Murong Fu's move helplessly. He ignored the finger and pointed at Murong Fu with his backhand.

This finger made Murong Bo unable to move. Half of his body felt like it was on fire, and the other half felt like it was frozen. He couldn't make a sound.

A quarter of an hour later, Shi Fei finally released his finger.

He said to Murong Bo, who was sweating profusely, "Can you listen to me now?"

When you don't have fists, no one will listen to you. His martial arts start with yin and yang, using internal force to disrupt the yin and yang in other people's bodies. It's too simple.

"What kind of martial arts is this? Who are you?" Murong Bo felt sore all over, and the pain just now was like being in hell.

There are such torture methods in the world.

Is he really his son?
Murong Bo also began to doubt himself.

"No matter who you are, don't forget to restore Dayan!" he shouted.

"You want to restore a country?" Shi Fei sneered, "Do you know how to restore a country?"

Murong Bo said: "Win over the heroes of the Jianghu, and make a hundred people respond to one call. Sow discord and create conflicts. Accumulate money and food, and raise troops."

Shi Fei shook his head and said, "If this helps us restore our country, I will never eat salty tofu pudding again!"

“I won’t eat anything sweet!”

Although Murong Bo didn't know what the restoration of the country had to do with tofu pudding, he undoubtedly heard Shi Fei's contempt.

He glared at her, and heard Shi Fei continue, "If you beg me, I will tell you how to rebel professionally!"

"When it comes to treason, I'm a professional."

　I think Jin Yong confused the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China with the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms when he wrote about Murong Fu.

　　In fact, Jin Yong's level of history is actually quite poor. He later became an honorary professor at a certain university, but the reports he made were complained by students, saying that they were not even as good as those of ordinary associate professors. As a result, no one attended his classes.

　　Jin Yong was not convinced and did not obtain the title of professor of Chinese history at Oxford University until he was 80 years old.

　　Interested readers can search for Jin Yong's life story. He is famous for his novels, but he despises novels and thinks he is a professor of literature and history.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)