Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

In Deaf Valley.

Su Xinghe and Murong Fu sat down across the stone platform. On the stone table are two steaming cups of tea. It was the cicada summer, but the temperature in the valley felt slightly cold. The sun was blazing outside, but inside the valley was a different scene, which was secretly surprising.

Su Xinghe struggled to say the word "please". He had not spoken for thirty years and was almost aphasic. When he suddenly made a sound, the sound was like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing against each other.

Murong Fu had no doubt that he had it. He picked up the cup of tea in front of him and took a sip. His expression changed slightly. He put down the tea cup and praised: "Good tea. Mr. Congbian is indeed a scholar. This carefully cultivated rock tea has a bitter taste in the mouth." It is extremely difficult to swallow, but after staying in the mouth for a while, a sweet fragrance spreads, making people feel refreshed and have endless aftertaste. Murong Fu has tasted countless teas in his life, but this is the first time he has tasted this extraordinary tea. Does the tea have a name?”

Su Xinghe smiled mysteriously: "This is not tea, and it has no name."

Seeing that the other party had no intention of continuing on this topic, Murong Fu did not make unnecessary polite remarks. Going straight to the point, he took out the letter written by Divine Doctor Xue and handed it to Su Xinghe.

Su Xinghe took the letter tremblingly, and the eight characters "Your Honor, Master Su Xinghe" on the envelope were clearly visible, and Su Xinghe's eyes suddenly turned red again.

Realizing that he had lost his composure in front of the other party, Su Xinghe wiped his tears and said, "Mr. Murong, I have lost my composure."

Murong Fu waved his hand without changing his expression, indicating that the other party should not worry about it, but he was deeply moved by the deep master-disciple relationship between Su Xinghe and Hangu Bayou.

It seems that everything in this world cannot be generalized. The Xiaoyao sect had traitors like Ding Chunqiu who committed heinous crimes, and there were also loyal people like Su Xinghe and his followers, which further strengthened Murong Fu's inner thoughts.

Su Xinghe opened the envelope with his hands like dry trees, and familiar handwriting came into view: "Your honor is your master, the unworthy disciple Xue Muhua respectfully asks about your honorable body and gold."

During the meal, Su Xinghe read and re-read the six-page letter, tears streaming down the letter paper, making a large area of ​​the letter paper wet. The famous Mr. Congbian, now At that time, he was sitting opposite Murong Fu, crying like an eight-year-old child.

Murong Fu did not disturb the other party, he could feel the other party's anger and sorrow. That was thirty years, tens of thousands of days and nights of suffering, turning a smart, handsome, and highly skilled "Mr. Congbian" into the mummy before him. It is hard for ordinary people to imagine how infuriating it is to pretend to be deaf and mute for thirty years.

Su Xinghe finally recovered from his past emotions and apologized: "I'm really sorry, Master. I've been waiting for this day for too long."

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked Murong Fu: "Master Murong, please tell me how you met my useless disciple, and how you were entrusted by my disciple to send you this letter. Do you believe it?"

So Murong Fu told the truth and the lie about how he met Doctor Xue. So the story became that he rescued Xue Muhua from the disciples of Xingxiu Sect and showed his strong martial arts skills. Then Xue Muhua saved the seriously injured person in exchange for Murong Fu taking action against Ding Chunqiu. Later, Ding Chunqiu went to Xue Mansion, but Murong Fu chopped off half of his hand with the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Then, Murong Fu opened the baggage and revealed the box containing half of Ding Chunqiu's palm.

Murong Fu opened the box and placed it in front of Su Xinghe.

Su Xinghe inspected it for a long time. The flesh and blood meridians of the half-cut palm did indeed contain highly toxic poisons, and they were obviously produced by an evil sect master who had been immersed in the use of poisons for many years.

Su Xinghe nodded: "It is indeed Ding Chunqiu's severed limb. No one in this world can practice Poison Kung Fu so deeply except him."

Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the matter was completed today.

Su Xinghe said: "According to Mr. Murong, you severely injured the little thief with the Six Meridians Divine Sword. When my master was here, I often talked about this sword technique with the old man. I admire this Dali Duan family very much. I wonder if Mr. Murong can show off your unique skills for me?"

"Since the old gentleman wants to see it, the junior will naturally demonstrate it for him."

He knew that the other party had doubts and deliberately tested himself. As long as he demonstrated the sword moves he mastered in front of the other party, he would naturally dispel the other party's doubts.

So, he asked the other party to get up and follow him to an open space. Next to the open space was a pine forest, and the smallest pine tree in it was as thick as a bowl.

"Old sir, look at it!"

The moment he spoke, Murong Fu shot out an invisible sword energy that was about ten feet long from his index finger. Then with a slight sweep of his index finger, the sword energy easily passed through the trunk of a pine tree. After a while, the upper part of the pine tree, which was as thick as two people's arms, slowly fell down. With a "boom", the huge crown stirred up countless dust.

"This is the 'Shang Yang' sword among the six meridians!"

Then, another sword energy shot out from the little finger of his left hand. The sword energy was like drilling through tofu, piercing the trunk of another pine tree.

"This is the 'Shao Ze' sword among the six meridians!"

Murong Fu was about to continue to demonstrate the remaining "Liao Shao Chong" sword technique when he suddenly felt that his vision was getting dark and he couldn't raise his energy. He tried several times in a row, but he just couldn't use the "Liao Shao Chong" sword technique. Shocked, he hurriedly exerted his internal energy a few more times, only to find that the strong internal energy that usually surged like a river was now like a river under the ice, stagnant and condensing.

He was shocked: Did he accidentally hit Ding Chunqiu when he was fighting before, and now he had an attack?

He was shocked and frightened. He looked at Su Xinghe aside and wanted to tell him about his situation, but found that the other person was looking at him with an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling.

"Mr. Murong, do you feel that your inner breath is not smooth? You can't use all your internal strength?"

Murong Fu was very surprised. Just when he was about to ask the other party how he knew, he suddenly remembered something and looked at the other party with an unbelievable expression: "You"

Su Xinghe smiled strangely: "Yes, it was me who did it. The cup of tea you drank earlier was poisoned by me. The poison is almost gone now, and you shouldn't be able to use any of your inner strength now!"

Murong Fu was shocked and angry: "Why are you plotting against me!"

"Hahaha, why are you plotting against you? Don't you have any idea?" Su Xinghe said with a smile.

Then the conversation changed and he said in a cold tone: "Xue Muhua, this disgraceful traitor, took refuge in Ding Chunqiu and betrayed the master. He also colluded with the Murong family and used such despicable and shameless means to deceive me. He thought I would be Is this despicable trick possible? Ridiculous!"

Murong Fu felt as if his meridians were being gnawed by thousands of ants. He felt pain in his heart. He gritted his teeth and defended, "That's nonsense!"

Su Xinghe snorted coldly: "In the final analysis, what Old Thief Ding is thinking about is nothing more than the magical power of my Xiaoyao Sect. Haha, back then when he tried to murder Master, he couldn't get it. Today, it's even more impossible to get it! Give up on this idea as soon as possible! Gu! No matter how powerful Su Murong is, how much skill can you have if you are only twenty-six or seventeen years old? And can you hurt the evil thief Ding Chunqiu? Your Murong family is also a well-known and upright sect in the martial arts world, but you are so confident You are willing to fall. I won’t kill you today, just stay here in the Valley of the Deaf and let me cut out your tongue, pierce your deaf ears, and become one of my disciples!”

After saying that, he waved his palm and hit Murong Fu.

Murong Fu was furious, endured the pain on his body, and fought back with all his strength.

Judging from what the other party meant, he actually thought that he, Ding Chunqiu, and Xue Muhua were colluding with him to defraud him of the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts. He had to admire the other party's brain circuit, but after careful consideration, judging from the sinister side of human nature, it was indeed possible.

Now that I think about it, I was deceived by the other party's so-called "revelation of true feelings" and let down my guard. Come to think of it, Su Xinghe could stab the disciples he accepted to deafness and cut their tongues with his own hands. What kind of kind person would be the person who could do such a cruel act?

However, even if you, a bad old man, poisoned the labor and management and wanted to keep me, you are still not worthy!

Because of the cup of tea just now, the internal energy that Murong Fu can mobilize now is less than 23/10 of what he had before. This little internal strength is not enough to support him in using the Six Meridians Divine Sword, a powerful weapon. Fortunately, the Dou Zhuan Xing Shift and other Kung Fu skills could still be used. At this moment, Murong Fu used his hands instead of swords, using the Compassion Knife created by Monk Ci Xin from Wutai Mountain to deal with Su Xinghe.

Whenever there was a critical moment, he would use his energy and energy to block his opponent's fatal blow. The two fought fiercely in the pine forest, until the roots of the pine trees as thick as the mouth of a bowl were broken, and the valley was a mess. The two exchanged hundreds of moves in a row. Su Xinghe was attacking every killer without any intention of holding back.

Murong Fu was panicked at first, but as time went by, he became more and more calm. He just relied on his willpower to fight with the opponent for a long time.

But he discovered with great sadness that the effect of the tea on internal energy was too obvious. The more he was beaten, the less strength he could use.

He was actually plotted against by a much weaker opponent than himself. Even if he died here today, Murong Fu would not be convinced!

Inadvertently, without raising a breath of Qi, and slowing down his movements by half a beat, Murong Fu was hit on an acupuncture point by the opponent, and was unable to move for an instant.

"Hahahaha" Su Xinghe laughed loudly.

"Su Xinghe, you are an old guy who doesn't know the difference between right and wrong. You still shamelessly call yourself 'Mr. Smart Bian'! Damn you! You stupid fool!"

Murong Fu cursed angrily.

Unexpectedly, Su Xinghe knelt down directly: "Mr. Murong, Su Xinghe would like to thank the young master for his great kindness. I have offended many people just now, and I am here to apologize to the young master."

Then he kowtowed four times on the ground.

Murong Fu could never cope with this sudden change.

Su Xinghe unlocked Murong Fu's acupuncture points, and Murong Fu immediately used light kung fu to create a distance of three feet from the opponent. But this was his unexpected discovery. His internal energy was completely unhindered, and it seemed that any previous signs of poisoning no longer existed.

Su Xinghe smiled apologetically and said: "Mr. Murong, the tea just now is not poison. It is indeed a rock tea carefully cultivated by the old man. It is called 'Wangyou'. Everything just happened out of caution and to test Mr. Murong. It was not for any purpose. Harm the young master's life. If the young master feels dissatisfied, when the evil thief Ding Chunqiu is put to death, I will let you dispose of this old bone to pay for the crime of offending the young master today. However, now, let's discuss how to deal with this Ding Chunqiu. Evil thief!"

Murong Fu: There are many tricks in the city, I want to go back to Suzhou!