Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Zhuo Bufan was so heartbroken at this moment that he thought to himself: Could it be that Murong Fu came to the rescue just to humiliate me? To retaliate for my disrespect to him just now? It's ridiculous that Zhuo Bufan, who has been training hard all his life, cannot be considered a genius, yet he still dares to sit in a well and look at the sky, falsely claiming to be a swordsman. If I die, I will only laugh for a thousand years. That's all, it's just a matter of death, let him be.

As the saying goes, there is no greater sorrow than death. Zhuo Bufan was lucky enough to escape, and he practiced hard in the Changbai Mountains for more than 20 years, carrying a sea of ​​blood and hatred. He was actually a man of great perseverance. Compared with some protagonists who inherit the lifelong skills of their predecessors but don't know how to use them, Zhuo Bufan is the real protagonist template.

But it is a pity that Zhuo Bufan's luck is not as good as that of You Tanzhi. He accidentally picked up a book of nerves and feet hidden in the Yi Jin Jing and an inexplicable ice silkworm, and suddenly he became a master after more than thirty years of hard training. His skills were comparable to Qiao Feng's several times. If it weren't for the fact that his fists and kicks weren't really good, and if he was paired with output skills like the Shaolin King Kong Fist, Qiao Feng wouldn't have been able to beat him easily.

In the final analysis, Zhuo Bufan is a bit of something, but not much.

Murong Fu's gaze was like the edge of a sword, stabbing Zhuo Bufan coldly, making Zhuo Bufan's tall figure smaller by several inches.

Zhuo Bufan was angry in his heart and wanted to meet Murong Fu's gaze and glare back, but under the other's sharp eyes that seemed to see through everything, he finally lowered his head with guilt.

For a long time, Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but speak, and then Murong Fu coldly asked a question that made Zhuo Bufan stunned.

"Let me ask you, do you have a son?"

Zhuo Bufan never expected that Murong Fu would suddenly ask such a question that seemed completely irrelevant to the current situation. But now that he is just a piece of fish on the chopping board and is being slaughtered by others, how can he have any temper?

So Zhuo Bufan tried his best to answer Murong Fu in a calm tone: "Zhuo Bufan has lived in seclusion in Changbai Mountain for more than 20 years to study art, and he has not yet married. How can he have a son?"

Murong Fu said solemnly: "Then let me ask you again, do you have any ancestors?"

Zhuo Bufan was filled with anger and was very angry: "Of course! I will die of my own free will, what does it have to do with you? A scholar cannot be killed but cannot be humiliated. Zhuo Bufan, a dignified man, cannot bear your rude words!"

Murong Fu sneered and said: "Your great-grandfather had a son, your great-grandfather, grandfather, and father all had sons, but you don't have a son! Hehe, back then, the Yizi Huijian Sect was considered a famous sect in the southeast that had been passed down for hundreds of years. I don't want to think that overnight In the past three generations, sixty-two members of the family were wiped out, and now, the last thread of incense in this world is about to be cut off!"

After hearing Murong Fu's emotionless ridicule, Zhuo Bufan felt like cold water poured over his head. When he was dizzy and furious, he suddenly heard someone mention the blood feud between his masters. For a moment, he felt as if he was hearing a bell at night, and he was deafened and enlightened. For a moment, he didn't think about how Murong Fu knew about his sect's inheritance and how he knew about his blood feud.

He thought to himself: "Back then, my whole family of three generations and sixty-two people was destroyed by the old rascal Tong Lao in Tianshan Mountain. I, Zhuo Bufan, escaped by chance and lived in this world like a lonely ghost for thirty years. Why? What is it? For many years, I have been working hard and studying hard, isn't it just to get revenge one day?

Today I committed suicide in a moment of anger. I don’t even have a son. As a result, the inheritance of Yizi Huijian Sect has been cut off. Even after death, I will not be able to face the ancestors in the sect, and there is no way to seek revenge. "

Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but feel cold sweat on his back and forehead. He immediately prostrated himself on the ground and said, "Zhuo Bufan is short-sighted and got some advice from Mr. Murong. He is a great kindness and will never be forgotten."

Murong Fu accepted his kneeling and bowed calmly. He was very happy and experienced the joy of being a father. He said: "Who has achieved great things in ancient times, who has not gone through countless hardships? The emperor of Han Dynasty had the difficulty of Bai Deng's request for peace, and Gaozu of Tang Dynasty There is the humiliation of surrendering to the Turks. If everyone cuts their necks like you did today, they are just a narrow-minded self-righteous man. How can Huo Qi ride the wolf to live in Xu in the future and carve stones to record his name? Pharmacist Li is chasing people to the north, how will the barbarians from all over the world surrender?

Although you bear a blood feud, you can't even bear the humiliation of being inferior to others. How can we talk about revenge and blood shame? In the past, when Han Xin, the Marquis of Huaiyin, had never met him, he could still endure the humiliation of his crotch.

We must know that those who achieved great things in ancient times not only had extraordinary talents, but also had extraordinary ambitions. Nowadays, you have neither Han Xin’s talent nor Han Xin’s ambition. Even Su Qin, who flaunts his rhetoric and hangs the seal of the six kingdoms, is not as good as him. He is shameless and falsely claims to be the God of Swords! Really ignorant, incompetent and shameless! In my opinion, you are wasting rice when you are alive, and you are polluting the ground seven feet under your feet when you are dead. It is better to go east to the sea and bury yourself in the belly of a fish, which can be regarded as doing something useful for the world! "

Zhuo Bufan knelt down to receive the instruction, and was horrified: "This Master Murong seems to know everything about me, and every example he gave touched my heart. Zhuo Bufan has lived for fifty years, and his knowledge is actually not as good as that of a man who is not even thirty years old." Young man, I am really ashamed." He said, "Zhuo Bufan knows he is wrong!"

Murong Fu suppressed a smile, but his face still had that eternal iceberg expression, and said coldly: "Get up!"

Zhuo Bufan kowtowed respectfully three times and stood up.

Murong Fu snorted coldly: "Although your Yizi Huijian Sect's inheritance is quite ordinary in the eyes of my Murong family, it still has some merits. It's just that you, the unscrupulous descendants of later generations, are not knowledgeable. Otherwise, the whole family will not be destroyed!"

Zhuo Bufan was ashamed and did not dare to speak.

Murong Fu said: "Look carefully, this is how the Yizi Huijian Sect's inherited swordsmanship is used!"

After saying that, Murong Fu made a move with his right hand, and an invisible force came from his palm, curling up the half-cut sword on the ground.

Zhuo Bufan lost his voice and said: "Crane Control Technique? The Crane Control Technique that has been lost for a long time in the world?"

Murong Fu ignored it, grabbed the half-broken sword, and handed it out with a flat sword "Golden Needle Crossing the Tribulation".

This sword move was exactly the move that Zhuo Bufan used to challenge the Divine Wood King Cauldron just now. Now, the same move was in Murong Fu's hands. There was no trace of true energy. He looked like a disciple of the sect who had just learned how to use a sword. Indescribably clumsy.

However, upon closer inspection, there is an unspeakable ingenuity in the simplicity. It is obviously full of flaws, but it is hard to figure out how to solve them.

The half-cut sword lightly touched a large bluestone on the roadside, and then retracted, leaving the entire bluestone unscathed.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Murong Fu with a puzzled expression, not understanding the purpose of the other man's sword.

Murong Fu smiled slightly but said nothing.

The next moment, it was as if spring thunder sounded and everything revived. With a snap, several hundred kilograms of large bluestone shattered into countless pieces in front of Zhuo Bufan's eyes.

Zhuo Bufan stayed where he was, speechless for a long time.

I was so happy to write this chapter, so I released it ahead of time to make everyone happy. I will only post one chapter tonight.