Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

By the time Murong Fu finished handling the affairs of the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference and returned to the inn, the east was almost bright.

Zhuo Bufan carried his sword pouch blankly and followed Murong Fu in despair. He wanted to speak several times, but swallowed the words as they reached his lips.

"Mr. Zhuo, if you have anything you want to ask, it's okay to say it. You don't have to keep it in your heart."

Murong Fu said to Zhuo Bufan without looking back.

Zhuo Bufan thought over and over again, and his thousands of words turned into a bitter smile: "Now that things have come to this, why do you have to tease me anymore? I've heard for a long time that Murong Bo of Gusu has a reputation as a master of hundreds of schools of thought, and 'repay others with their own way'. It’s unlikely that the famous martial arts of the Tianshan Child Elder was also among the Murong family’s "hundred schools", right? It’s just that Zhuo never expected that even the Murong family of Gusu would become a disciple of the Tianshan Child Elder, and even obtain the true inheritance. , Mr. Murong had a hard time hiding it from me!"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Mr. Zhuo's tone seems to be quite complaining, right?"

Zhuo Bufan's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt a surge of courage. He frowned and said angrily, "Shouldn't I have this resentment? The blood feud of sixty-four people from three generations of my Hui Jian Clan! Mr. Murong! When I, Zhuo Bufan, joined the young master because he was proficient in martial arts, I might one day find an opportunity to avenge myself under the young master. Looking at it now, haha, looking at it now, it is a big joke. . Haha, it’s ridiculous to expect the disciples to deal with the master, it’s ridiculous!”

Murong Fu glanced at Zhuo Bufan and said with a smile: "Murong Fu has long known what Mr. Zhuo is thinking. Yes, this life and death talisman was indeed taught by the Tianshan Child Elder in the Lingjiu Palace, but I and the Child Elder did not. Strictly speaking, the master-disciple status requires Child Elder to be controlled by me as the master. There are twists and turns in this process, some of which you know, and some of which you can slowly explore on your own in the future."

Zhuo Bufan smiled bitterly and said: "A future? Do I still have a future?"

"Are you thinking that I will kill you to eliminate you as a hidden danger? Mr. Zhuo is overthinking. For ordinary people, his martial arts may be enough to be called a sword god, but to Murong Fu, it is nothing. .”

Murong Fu sneered and said: "If you, sir, are willing to continue to stay in the Murong family, Murong Fu will still welcome you. If you are not willing, you can leave on your own. For the sake of your service to my Murong clan, you can Mr. Zhuo can go to Huanshi Shui Pavilion and pick out a martial arts secret book. Mr. Zhuo can decide by himself whether to go or stay!"

"You, you won't kill me?"

Zhuo Bufan was stunned.

Murong Fu said calmly: "Why do I want to kill you?"

Zhuo Bufan was stunned for a long time and finally understood: In the eyes of a true master, he was so insignificant that he was not even worth being killed.

After a long time, Zhuo Bufan raised his sword upside down and said in a trembling voice: "Zhuo Bufan understands, please take care of yourself, Mr. Zhuo, please retire first."

With that said, Zhuo Bufan turned around to leave.

"Where are you going, Mr. Zhuo?"

Murong Fu asked.

Zhuo Bufan was stunned, opened his mouth, and after a while he said: "The world is so big, just accept the situation as it comes!"

Murong Fu said: "Since Mr. Zhuo doesn't know where to go, then let me show you a way for Mr. Zhuo!"

"Appreciate further details!"

"As Mr. Zhuo said, Mr. Zhuo's sect is now the only one left in Mr. Zhuo's sect. Since Mr. Zhuo already knows that there is no hope of revenge in this life, does he plan to escape from the world and end his life? In that case, Mr. Zhuo's Wouldn’t the Yizi Huijian Sect completely cut off its inheritance? Wouldn’t Mr. Zhuo become a sinner of the sect?”

Zhuo Bufan was horrified, and then he said angrily: "How can I become the sinner of the sect in the mouth of the master by taking care of myself? If Zhuo Bufan can't avenge our sect, what's the point of living in this world?"

Murong Fu said: "It's ridiculous! I, sir, must be a man of great perseverance if he has been cultivating painstakingly in Changbai Mountain for more than twenty years, but I don't want to be just a common man like Zhuan Zhu and Yu Rang. As the saying goes, the hatred of the nine generations of Taoism You can still repay it. If the princes, generals and ministers of ancient and modern times were like Mr., then the great China would have lived up to its existence long ago. In the past, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty was surrounded by Bai Deng, and he was able to escape with Chen Ping's plan. Then the Han Dynasty recuperated and recuperated. It took four generations to reach the Han Dynasty, but there was Wei Huobei who chased the Xiongnu, a blood shame. The ancestors of Qin were no more than Xibei, a barbarian who herded horses in Zhou Dynasty, and looked down upon the Xia Dynasty. From Xiaogong to the First Emperor, after six generations, It will lead to the power of ten thousand times. Why should you be so anxious for this life?"

With one word to wake up the dreamer, Zhuo Bufan couldn't take the step he was about to take no matter what.

Murong Fu said: "Now, as the head of the Murong family, I sincerely recruit you, please take the Murong family as the head of the Fujian Yizi Huijian Sect, return to your hometown, and revive the glory of the Yizi Huijian Sect. . What do you think, sir?"

Murong Fu made a move, and a delicate little flag appeared in his hand. On the black silk fabric, a huge "yan" character is lifelike, like a swallow fluttering about to fly.

The steps that should be given have been given. It depends on whether Zhuo Bufan is willing to step down.

Zhuo Bufan looked at the small black flag in Murong Fu's hand. After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Zhuo Bufan still has a question. Please help Zhuo Bufan solve his doubts."

"Mr. Zhuo, just say it's okay!"

"Zhuo, please ask Mr. Murong, will I, the Yizi Huijian Sect, act in the name of the Murong family or the orders of the Lingjiu Palace?"

This is Zhuo Bufan's final bottom line. Although there is essentially no difference between the two, Zhuo Bufan still needs a sufficient reason to convince himself.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Mr. Zhuo, don't worry. Mr. Zhuo's future actions will naturally be based on the orders of me, Murong, and have nothing to do with Lingjiu Palace!"

Zhuo Bufan's eyes flickered for a moment, then he finally gritted his teeth, knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "Okay, that's it, the Yizi Huijian Sect will regard the Gusu Murong clan as its sect leader for generations to come, and will never abandon it!"

"I, Murong Fu, in the name of the current head of the Murong family, guarantee that the Yizi Huijian Sect will be protected by the Murong family for generations to come!"

Murong Fu said loudly.

"After you return to Fujian, if necessary, you can use the Black Swallow Order just given to you to seek help from the local Murong family forces."

Murong Fu added.

Zhuo Bufan smiled and said: "The head of the family is joking. If Zhuo Bufan needs the support of the head of the family to revive the sect, then what's the point of reviving the sect? If Zhuo Bufan wants to marry someone to the family, he won't be a good man for just one tael of silver!"

Looking at Zhuo Bufan's leaving figure, Murong Fu sighed: After all, he is not that cruel person.

In fact, the best way to deal with this situation is to kill the opponent casually. Even if the possibility of Zhuo Bufan's rebellion in the future is extremely small, it is not a good thing to leave a person who may be resentful and let him develop freely. At this moment, Murong Fu finally understood the feelings of those lords who boldly recruited subordinate generals and enemies in ancient times.