Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

It was already midnight and everything was silent.

"Here we go again, damn it."

Every morning, noon, and midnight, the three acupuncture points of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu are like thousands of needles piercing each other, and the pain is unbearable. No matter what kind of panacea he takes, it is useless. As long as he uses his internal energy, the pain of the needles will penetrate deep into his bones. It is really worse than death. In one day, he died three times in a row. What fun is there in living like this? He felt that he didn't have much time left, so he lost his mind and came to Murong Fu to reveal his identity, hoping to start an uprising together. Who knew that Murong Fu's attitude made him feel even more desperate.

"That's all. I'll just die at the hands of this little bastard."

Looking at Murong Bo's expression, Murong Fu initially thought that the other party was deliberately cheating, but when Murong Bo's expression became more and more wrong, he finally understood.

"I really don't understand why you want to practice those 72 Shaolin secret techniques. You want to make yourself look like neither human nor ghost."

Murong Fu sighed.

is not that right?

At the age of twelve, Murong Bo was able to use his newly learned Vajra Finger to defeat the newly emerged Yellow Eyebrow Monk, who doubted his life. He then fled to Dali for more than 40 years and did not care about the affairs of the martial arts world. You should know that the latter's martial arts skills were only slightly weaker than Duan Yanqing's. And when Ding Chunqiu did not show up, Duan Yanqing had the style of the best master of the Central Plains evil sect.

Murong Bo, who was in his early twenties, could easily kill Cui Baiquan, who was on the same level as the four evil men, in seconds. In order to avoid Murong Bo's pursuit, the latter hid in the Zhennan Palace for more than thirty years, and was afraid of Murong Bo like he was afraid of ghosts.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo both got stuck in a dead end in their tasks and couldn't get out of it, and ended up ruining themselves.

"You are not worthy of being my advisor. If you want to take action, don't hesitate. Otherwise, I will look down on you."

Murong Bo said in a muffled voice. The pain became even worse when he got angry. Sweat rolled down his forehead like streams, and wrinkles appeared on his pale face.

Murong Fu sighed, "If I told you that I could save you the pain of having thousands of needles inserted into your Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu acupoints three times a day, what would you do?"

Murong Bo's eyes suddenly fixed: "What did you say?"

Murong Fu said to himself, "You have been hiding in the Shaolin Sutra Library for these years, secretly practicing all the 72 Shaolin skills. Hey? Let's not talk about the quality of Shaolin martial arts. The 72 skills were originally brought to Shaolin Temple by masters of successive generations. They were not all created by Bodhidharma as Shaolin boasted. The so-called "all martial arts in the world come from Shaolin" is just "all martial arts in the world enter Shaolin". There are so many first-class masters. Their martial arts before becoming monks are more than thousands of different. They are completely unrelated. They are just labeled with the Shaolin Temple. You don't even realize this, and you just want to be perfect. Alas, I really don't know what you are thinking."

After that, he untied Murong Bo's acupuncture points with a finger in the air and said, "It is a disgrace to the family for a fool like you to live. You'd better die!"

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and slapped Murong Bo's crown with a palm. The wind was whistling, and he used all his strength at once.

Murong Bo had just been lectured by Murong Fu, and was in a state of doubt and uncertainty. Suddenly, he saw Murong Fu suddenly attack him, and was immediately shocked. When he saw him slapping his head with his palm, he was shocked and angry, and subconsciously stretched out his palm to block it, but suddenly he remembered that the other party's martial arts was far superior to his own. After raising his hand, his body followed and floated backwards. This time, like an antelope hanging on a horn, there was no trace left, which was an extremely advanced light skill.

Murong Bo has been immersed in Murong family martial arts for more than sixty years, which was already a formidable skill. After studying the seventy-two Shaolin unique skills, he has become even more powerful. This raising of his hand and this floating of his body may seem ordinary, but he can block all kinds of attacks in the world with one palm, and dodge any pursuit in the world with one retreat. His defense is tight and elegant, which can be said to be perfect.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu's powerful and heavy palm strike came down, but suddenly all the energy disappeared, and his light palm strike made a light "bo" sound and hit right on the "baihui point" in the middle of Murong Bo's forehead. Murong Bo's retreat was completely ineffective.

The "Baihui Point" is the most important part of the human body. Even if someone who has no martial arts skills touches it, there is still a risk of injury. After Murong Fu's attack, Murong Bo's whole body shook, and he died immediately and fell backwards.

Murong Fu looked at the man lying motionless on the ground. After confirming that he was no longer breathing, he sighed, "Alas, I am only a beginner in this method. If I fail to control the strength and really beat you to death, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck."

Striking the Baihui point with the palm is the Xiaoyao sect’s method of healing injuries.

"Let's go."

After saying that, he grabbed Murong Bo by the back of the collar, took big steps, and used the free and easy body movement skills. His sleeves fluttered as if he was riding the wind, and in an instant he left Yanziwu and rushed towards the dark night.

Murong Bo slowly opened his eyes.

He only felt that his body was floating in mid-air. When he looked again, he was immediately horrified. He felt that an invisible energy force was supporting him, and his unfilial son was poking and tapping him, occasionally pressing the key points on his body with his fingers.

"Rebellious son, what are you going to do?"

As soon as Murong Bo opened his mouth, Murong Fu pressed the Yuzhen acupoint with his finger in mid-air, and he fell asleep again immediately.

Murong Fu sighed softly: "Alas, the technique is still a bit rough."

But there was no other way. The Sweeping Monk used Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, one of whom had excessive yang energy and internal fire, and the other had excessive yin energy and internal cold, so the yin and yang complemented each other and healed the wounds together. Murong Fu used the masculine energy of the North Sea Divine Art to simulate the yang fire, and at the same time he had to use his finger power to open up the meridians for Murong Bo, which was even more difficult.

"drink!"

Suddenly, Murong Fu shouted loudly, and his whole body was filled with internal energy. In an instant, 360 acupuncture points on Murong Bo's body were pressed at the same time, and his eight extraordinary meridians were connected at the same time, as if the ice had just broken in spring, and hundreds of rivers were rushing and converging into a mighty long river with endless waves.

Murong Bo spat out a mouthful of blood and sat up suddenly.

"Rebellious son, how dare you kill your father?"

After waking up again, this was the first sentence Murong Bo said.

Murong Fu's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery: What a father who doesn't know his son, and a son who doesn't know his father. But it doesn't matter, this little bit of grace of raising me has been completely repaid. From now on, dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, the word "forget" is shining in the sky, and the past relationship is gone.

Murong Fu chuckled, as if joking with a stranger he met for the first time: "It's early morning now, try to use your Qi to see if those acupuncture points still hurt?"

Murong Bo was stunned. The morning sun was lazily shining on his face. He felt more relaxed than ever before, as if he had returned to thirty years ago, when he had not yet practiced Shaolin Kung Fu. Although he was full of doubts, he still tried to use his internal energy and was surprised to find that the acupuncture points that had made his life worse than death for the past decade did not move at all. The pain of being pierced by thousands of needles three times a day for the past decade seemed like a dream and a lifetime ago.

"You, how did you do that?"

"You don't need to know. You just need to know that you won't suffer this pain anymore. Just live the rest of your life well."

Murong Bo was slightly startled, then he said in a hurry: "Since you have such a magical power, you and I, father and son, will join forces. Who in the world can defeat us? The revival of Great Yan is just around the corner."

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Murong Fu smiled. Hundreds of dynasties rise and fall, and the east wind blows down the trees of the previous dynasty. Over the past thousands of years, there have been so many nobles in this world who have lost their country. If everyone clamored to restore their country, how could there be so much territory to accommodate such ambitions that were bigger than the sky?

It is easy to change the country but difficult to change one's nature. It does not mean that the country is easy to change, but that compared with the nature rooted in the bones, the country is easy to change.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "I'm going to tell you a story, do you want to listen?"

Murong Bo was stunned. He didn't expect Murong Fu's answer to be this.

"Once upon a time, there was a young man from a famous martial arts family. When he learned to remember, he was told that he would have to take on the task of restoring his homeland in the future, even though his so-called homeland had been lost for more than 600 years and the country had changed hands several times. But generations of men in his family had been working hard for this goal. So was he. For this reason, he worked hard to practice martial arts, and at a young age, he became a leader of the younger generation in the martial arts world. But how difficult is it to change the world? Although he ran around and made all kinds of plans, no matter how smart he was and how hard he tried, it was all in vain."

"Finally, he wore a paper hat and sat on the grave, accepting the worship of a group of children. The young girl who had always served him looked at her master and shed tears silently."

"How's that story?"

Murong Bo was stunned, as if his soul had been taken away from him. For some reason, a trace of panic arose in his heart.

Murong Fu smiled slightly and stopped dwelling on this topic. Dust returns to dust, ashes returns to ashes. Some things are ultimately a mess, and there is no point in talking about them any more. "The scenery here is picturesque. As the scholar Dongpo once said, 'If you want to compare the West Lake to Xi Shi, light makeup or heavy makeup is always suitable.' It would be a great honor for you, an ambitious man, to have such a beautiful scenery by your side forever. You should stay here from now on, and don't come out again. Let the past grievances be buried."

Murong Bo stared blankly at the sunlight outside. After all these years, he felt that this was the first time he stood in the sunlight so openly.

Murong Fu gently pushed open the door of a house and said, "Go in."

The house was very new, obviously having been built not long ago. Servants were walking around in the courtyard in groups of three or four, but no one paid any attention to the two people who came in, as if the house was isolated from the world.

"These are the dumb and deaf. They will bring you food from now on."

Murong Fu led Murong Bo straight down a secret passage. Murong Bo was in a daze and for some reason, he kept following behind.

"This is where?"

Murong Bo asked in surprise.

"This is under the West Lake. This is where you will live forever. From now on, you and I will never have to meet again. After you are a hundred years old, I will bury your body in the Murong family's ancestral tomb. Farewell, father."

"Wait, wait, Fuer!"

Murong Fu didn't want to wait, he just flashed and disappeared in a moment. The steel door behind him slowly closed with the operation of the mechanism. Murong Bo was like a wandering ghost, who came to the human world for a tour and then returned to the grave.

"Goodbye, father."

Murong Fu turned around and smiled faintly. Outside, the sky was clear and the sun was shining.