Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Seven days later.

Doctor Xue's medical skills are indeed worthy of his reputation as "the enemy of the king of hell". Although it was said before that the original condition will be cured in half a month, in fact, the original condition has been mostly cured by now. There are no problems with doing exercises, meditation, etc. It is estimated that it will be completely cured in another three to five days. .

In the first few days, Murong Fu was worried that Ding Chunqiu would show up, so he stayed in Xue Mansion every day. After a few days, he felt relieved when there was no movement.

Doctor Xue's mansion is only a little big in total, and the decoration is ordinary, so it's really not much to see. Therefore, after staying on the seventh day, Murong Fu finally couldn't stay any longer. He said hello to everyone and went to a restaurant ten miles away from Xue Mansion to drink alone.

He doesn't have much thought about practicing martial arts diligently. Once martial arts practice has reached a certain level, diligent study and hard practice will take second place. Dancing after hearing a chicken is something that generals in the army and second- and third-rate figures in the world need to do.

When you reach the level of a top master, the sudden enlightenment of your mind is better than the hard work and boring practice. Just like Xiao Yuanshan, when he was at Yanmen Pass decades ago, he killed many masters in the Central Plains by himself and suffered heavy casualties. After decades of hard work hiding in the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, he couldn't even defeat his cheap father Murong Bo.

This is the so-called "obsessive-compulsive". You insist on practicing the "Seventy-two Shaolin Special Skills" just for the sake of gambling. Do you think you are too busy? If you want to take revenge, why don't you just kill Murong Bo and fool Xuan Ci and that will be the end of it? Such a big detour.

Although I sympathized with Murong Fu's plight, I had no sympathy for Murong Bo, a cheap dad. If Xiao Yuanshan was really powerful enough to kill Murong Bo with a heavy hand, he would really like to thank him for saving himself a lot of trouble.

I definitely can't go back. Fortunately, my current status is not bad and I belong to the "three idlers". If I had the misfortune to become an ordinary citizen under the rule of the Song Dynasty, I would not be crying and shouting that I want to go home every day.

When looking at what ancient people did with modern thinking, it is often easy to develop an inexplicable sense of superiority. It’s as if Trisolarans look at people on Earth, and people on Earth look at their fellow primates. In fact, the gap between ancient people thousands of years ago and modern humans is not nearly as big as the gap between humans and monkeys.

A specific historical environment has its own specific operating logic. A person's role in the historical tide is like a spoonful of salt in the rolling waves. A person with modern thinking may have a greater effect, maybe a jar of salt, but whether it is a spoonful of salt or a jar of salt, it is impossible to turn fresh water into seawater.

This is also the reason why Murong Fu simply gave up the dream of restoring the country. First of all, in terms of subjective conditions, with Murong Longcheng's martial arts and prestige back then, he still couldn't succeed, so what kind of success is he with his level? In terms of objective conditions, the large-scale uprising that broke out in Shu when the world was not yet completely stable in the early Song Dynasty was not able to change dynasties, or even separate one side, which is very telling.

If it was really dangerous to go against the tide, I might not even be as good as that idiot Ning Wang Zhu Chenhao. At least his surname was Zhu and I was not Zhao.

When the wine was empty, Murong Fu asked the waiter to get another jug. The waiter agreed and hurried to the backyard.

While waiting for the wine, Murong Fu looked around.

The location he chose this time was not a private room. He just asked for a table in the corner of the first floor of the tavern, where he could make his own decisions.

In the tavern, there are people of all kinds from all walks of life, and it is always a good place to inquire about news. The table in the center of the hall is empty, because generally, according to convention, only those who are inquiring about information will sit in that position, watching and listening in all directions.

Correspondingly, he is also under everyone's attention. Except for the brave and talented people and the stupid ones who are new to the world, no one will sit in that seat.

But Murong Fu doesn't need it now. With his current internal strength, he can clearly hear breathing from ten feet away. This is also the reason why he likes to come to the tavern. He can kill time by listening to the gossip in the world, and he might get the information he wants.

"Have you heard? A big thing happened in the martial arts world recently!"

An unknown well-dressed man at the table next to him said in a serious tone.

This is a common trick used by little shrimps in the world, just to attract the attention of others so as to satisfy their own little vanity.

Sure enough, when he said this, several tables around him immediately put their heads together: "What's going on? You said it so mysteriously?"

"Say it quickly." "Yes, say it quickly!"

The more this happened, the less anxious the big man became. It wasn't until the people around him became a little impatient that he took a big sip from the wine bowl, cleared his throat and said, "This matter is unreasonable. It’s not a secret. It has been spread in Heluo Wulin these days, but it will take some time before it reaches us. I only heard about it from a friend on the road because I went to Luoyang for business some time ago. "

Murong Fu smiled and shook his head, obviously not caring about the value of these gossips.

But what the man said next made Murong Fu pay attention.

"Brothers, have you ever heard of Mr. Ke Baisui, the leader of the Funiu Sect in Funiu Mountain?" Seeing that his emotions were almost over, the big man got to the point.

When the people around heard this name, their expressions suddenly became stern: "But the 'Invincible Divine Whip' and the 'Thousand Cracks of Heavenly Spirit' made the feared Ke Baisui?"

The big man nodded.

Everyone suddenly became very interested and urged the big man to continue. The big man took a sip of wine and said calmly: "Ke Baisui passed away half a month ago."

When everyone heard this, they were slightly startled, and then they were all relieved. They suddenly felt bored. The one who nodded said rudely: "What is this? Ke Baisui is said to be nearly seventy years old. Birth, old age, illness and death are all things. It’s common sense in the world, what’s so strange about it?”

Everyone was also very bored, waved their hands and wanted to go their separate ways. When the well-dressed man saw this situation, he immediately became anxious, so he stopped beating around the bush and said, "Do you know how this 100-year-old Ke died?"

When everyone heard this, they stopped stepping out and came back together.

The handsome man looked around and waved, motioning for everyone to come over. A group of people formed a circle, and the tall man in a strong suit lowered his voice and said something urgently.

When the big man finished speaking, everyone let out a burst of surprise.

"Is there such a thing?"

"Absolutely true!"

The man seemed to enjoy everyone's current reaction. He picked up the wine bowl in front of him and took a big sip. He pretended to smile boldly and said, "I also know this inside story because I have a cousin in the Funiu Sect. It's just a matter of letting go." In the Heluo area, not many people know about this level!" He seemed to be very proud of his well-informed words.

The surrounding spectators also let out a burst of admiration, and the thorny head who just choked also came around, said some kind words, and made the big man laugh. The tavern was filled with a happy atmosphere, and no one took the episode too seriously.

Except Murong Fu.