Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Su Xinghe stood up, and his rickety figure suddenly seemed to become much taller. In an instant, thirty years of past events came to mind, washing over Su Xinghe's nerves repeatedly. Su Xinghe clenched his fists tightly, his joints crackling, and his whole body was filled with energy. He was dressed in a robe without any wind, and his sharp eyes penetrated the crowd and stabbed at Ding Chunqiu, who was slowly walking towards the valley.

Ding Chunqiu walked along the way, as if he was riding the wind. With his big sleeves flying, he was already in front of everyone. At first glance, he looked like a fairy who was free and easy to ride the wind.

Ding Chunqiu said coldly: "Senior brother, long time no see!"

When everyone looked around, they saw that Ding Chunqiu's hair and beard were all white, but his face looked like that of a frail young man, while Su Xinghe's figure was as dry and thin as a discarded old tree root. Who would have thought that these two people were actually brothers?

"You traitor, who do you call an old thief?" Su Xinghe said angrily.

Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly: "He is an old thief, so I will call him an old thief!"

Su Xinghe said: "The deaf-mute old man is neither deaf nor mute today. You must know the reason."

Ding Chunqiu said: "Excellent! You broke your oath and made yourself seek death. I am not to blame. My traitor Ah Zi stole my tripod and somehow fell into your hands. Since you sent out invitations in large numbers , deliberately lured me here, what happened today could not have been better!"

Su Xinghe glanced at Ding Chunqiu coldly, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

At this time, there were already hundreds of people in the Deaf and Mute Valley, sitting or standing, scattered in various places, all famous masters in the world.

Su Xinghe took out the divine wooden king tripod from his sleeve and sneered: "Ding Chunqiu, you practice evil arts and do all kinds of evil. Now that the thing you used to practice the transformation technique is in my hands, what will you do with it?"

When Ding Chunqiu saw it, he saw that it was indeed the sacred wooden king tripod that he had lost for some time. His expression changed drastically, and he immediately wanted to rush forward and snatch it.

Su Xinghe raised his skinny palm: "Don't move! Otherwise I'll crush it immediately!"

Ding Chunqiu knew very well that although the Divine Wood King Cauldron was magical, it was still a mortal body. If he went up to snatch it, even if he could defeat Su Xinghe, he would definitely not be able to keep it, so he glared at Su Xinghe hatefully and shook his clothes. Xiu sat back down again.

When the disciples on the left and right saw that their master was in bad luck, their faces turned ugly. They immediately expressed their loyalty and blew the conch to a loud noise. They pointed at Su Xinghe's nose and cursed: "Old man, you have angered the old immortal Xingxiu. You will die on the same day and night. You are especially unlucky." You know, it’s really ridiculous and unfathomably stupid!”

"If Old Immortal Xingxiu moves his sleeves, you will be shattered to pieces!"

"Old Immortal Xingxiu, with boundless magical power and unparalleled magical power, dominates the world!"

A group of martial arts masters who came to participate in the chess match felt angry and funny when they saw the disciples of Xingxiu praising their virtues endlessly, turning a villain who had done all kinds of evil into a peerless master who was more virtuous than Confucius and Mencius, and only surpassed Qu Song. However, due to Ding Chunqiu's poisonous skills and reputation, he was afraid of offending this old monster, so he had no choice but to be angry and dare not speak out.

And although Mr. Su Xinghe, a clever scholar, seemed to be inferior to Ding Chunqiu in martial arts, he held a small cauldron and ordered Ding Chunqiu to throw a rat weapon. It is quite similar to what was recorded in the history books when Lin Xiangru returned to Zhao with his jade intact and angrily criticized Qin Ting's style. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Su Xinghe. admire.

Ding Chunqiu's face was filled with dark clouds: "Su Xinghe, don't think that since you have the Divine Wood King Cauldron in your hand, the old immortal will not dare to attack you. If you dare to break the Divine Wood King Cauldron, the old immortal will definitely make you unable to survive today. Please You can’t die!”

At this time, a ridicule came from the corner: "Oh, the mountains and rivers here are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, but why are there so many flies?"

Another voice said: "Brother Bao San, how do you say this?"

The voice continued: "Just because someone's name states that they stink like cow dung, but in the eyes of those shameless odor seekers, the dung is exaggerated and turned into a orchid and jade tree. This is the saying that flies chase odors. Now someone is a Everyone in the world calls him an old monster to beat, but a group of flies insist on praising him as an old monster. Do you think it’s funny or not?”

Only then did everyone realize that the man was scolding Ding Chunqiu and his group of shameless people, and they burst into laughter.

The speakers were none other than Bao BuTong and Feng BoEi. They had a disagreement with Zhuo BuFan at the foot of the mountain and almost got into a fight, but were led up the mountain by Abi.

After Abi brought a few people up, she asked them to wait here, and Murong Fu arrived soon after. When several people were wondering what kind of medicine their master was selling, they saw Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu fighting with each other.

Although Bao Bubu and others had no friendship with Su Xinghe, they hated Ding Chunqiu even more. Seeing that a bunch of clowns under Ding Chunqiu's family were showing off their ugly behavior, they couldn't hold it back and started taunting him.

Bao Tongtong's words made Ding Chunqiu's face turn blue and white with anger. He looked over coldly and gave Bao Tongtong a look.

Bao BuTong held his head high and was completely unafraid.

Ding Chunqiu asked: "Who is your Excellency?"

Bao Tongtong said: "No, no. This place is neither a pavilion nor a monastery. Where can you find your Excellency or Your Excellency? Mr. Bao San, a disciple of Murong of Gusu. Mr. Ding, I heard that you were raped by my young master last time. I've been beaten so badly, why don't you just stay in your Xingxiu Sea today, and why do you still dare to show your face here?"

When Ding Chunqiu heard the words "Gusu Murong", a trace of resentment and fear flashed in his eyes. A faint feeling of uneasiness surged into my heart, thinking that this guy who calls himself Bao San is just a second-rate or third-rate guy from a physical point of view. How can he dare to hug the old fairy? Angry and funny, he ignored the trace of uneasiness.

Su Xinghe pointed at Ding Chunqiu and said loudly: "I, my junior brother, betrayed the master back then. The master who harmed me ended up with hatred and beat me to the point where I couldn't fight back. I should have died as a martyr to the master, but the master still has an unfulfilled wish. Yes. I have endured the humiliation and endured the heavy burden, and managed to survive to this day. Over the years, I have kept my promise as a junior and disciple without saying a word. Not only did I become a deaf-mute old man, but I also forced my new disciples to become deaf-mute. Alas, for thirty years, , achieved nothing, and no one has been able to crack this chess game so far.”

Ding Chunqiu sneered: "Su Xinghe, if you listen to the old thief's bewitchment, even if you spend another thirty years of your efforts, it will be in vain. Back then you lied to me and said that the old thief hid my sect's superb martial arts in the stars. ocean.

Hum, poor God, I did find some Xiaoyao martial arts classics, old immortal. But now it seems that the old thief entrusted the Xiaoyao Magic Skill to you, an ineffective thing. What happened in the past thirty years? Not practiced at all? Want to use it to win people's hearts? Deal with me, the old immortal? You are the one who lures the wolf into the house and eats everything inside and out! The quarrel between the same sect invites outsiders to intervene! How abominable! "

Su Xinghe's expression changed slightly, then returned to normal: "If you are so eloquent and confuse right and wrong in every possible way, you are destined to die today!"

Ding Chunqiu laughed: "Su Xinghe, you've pretended to be deaf and mute for too long and got hysteria, right? Just you? I advise you to honestly give you the martial arts and the sacred tree king tripod that the old thief gave you before he died. Hand it over, the old immortal is very merciful and may let you die a little more happily! However, on such a big day as today, none of your good disciples came. Is it because they are afraid of death? Or are they resentful that you expelled them back then? Where’s the door wall? Hahahaha.”

Su Xinghe smiled mysteriously: "Ding Chunqiu, you are about to die. It's really ridiculous that you are still here wagging your lips and talking. Yes, I really can't do anything to you. But the sun is shining brightly, and there are always capable heroes in the world. ."

Ding Chunqiu looked at Su Xinghe's calm and confident expression, and the uneasy feeling in his heart became stronger.

A beautiful figure in white slowly walked out pushing a strange-shaped two-wheeled vehicle. The woman was about twenty-eight years old, with a beautiful appearance. She walked lightly and came to the crowd. The woman was followed by five people. The eldest old man, holding the iron harp in his arms, was already gray-haired, while the youngest girl had a beautiful appearance and looked to be about the same age as the woman.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the handsome old man in the wheelchair. He is said to be an old man because his beard and hair are already gray, but what is strange is that his face looks like flawless jade, without any wrinkles.

Ding Chunqiu looked at the feather fan scarf in front of him. The man who appeared stayed on the spot for a moment. After a while, he shouted sharply: "Wu Yazi! You old thief, you are not dead after all!"

Wu Yazi's expression was calm, with a smile in his eyes: "You, the traitor, are not dead, so why would you, my master, take the first step?" After a moment of panic, Ding Chunqiu came to his senses. At first he thought he had met the ghost of his master who was killed by him, but then he realized that Wu Yazi had been faking his own death all along.

"Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful. In that case, Wu Yazi, let me turn you, the living dead, into a complete dead person today!"