Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu felt a mouthful of old blood pooling in his chest, and he wanted to vomit but couldn't. That feeling, suffocating.

He did not reply to Su Xinghe's words, but walked to the side and suddenly moved his palm towards a mountain wall. The strong force and strong wind broke the rocks on the mountain wall into pieces. The hard rocks were no different from tofu under a pair of iron palms. He slapped him dozens of times in a row until the stone fragments flew and the whole mountain was shaken to pieces. He was panting from exhaustion and did not stop.

At the end of the day, Murong Fu gave Su Xinghe a hard look with murderous eyes. The little old man felt a chill on his neck and shrank back unconsciously.

He raised his fist at the little old man in a demonstrative manner and threatened: "Next time you give me such bitter tea, I will break your old bones to make fertilizer!"

Su Xinghe was stunned for a moment, then understood and laughed loudly: "Mr. Murong is really a man of good temperament, very good, very good, hahaha."

Murong Fu smiled, knowing that the other party understood what he meant.

Su Xinghe has been testing himself from the beginning, and that cup of poisonous tea is proof. The carefully cultivated rock tea was an excuse to cover up the embarrassment. What really detoxified me was the other party's special acupuncture technique just now.

If you hadn't shown the strength to convince the other party just now, those hundreds of moves just now would have really killed you. From Su Xinghe's point of view, this caution and ruthlessness were completely necessary.

After witnessing Ding Chunqiu's brutal act of murdering his master, Su Xinghe would not have survived these decades if he still looked at the world with the mentality of an ordinary Jianghu person. In order to save half of his master Wu Yazi's life, he had endured humiliation and heavy burdens over the years and pretended to be deaf and mute for thirty years. Until now, Murong Fu came to tell him that he no longer needed to pretend.

After encountering a huge surprise, people will always doubt the authenticity of it all. Just like a down-and-out scholar who had been unsuccessful countless times and was suddenly informed by his neighbors that he had won the lottery, his first reaction was that he was being teased. It wasn't until he was dragged home and saw the red list that he went crazy.

A poor scholar in his fifties thought that others were cheating him, so he could only continue to sell his old hens in exchange for three or two liters of rice to make porridge. A top-notch martial arts master would kill someone if he thought someone was cheating on him.

This battle also gave Murong Fu a deeper understanding of Su Xinghe's combat prowess - far superior to ordinary Shaolin Xuan generation monks.

However, being able to understand does not mean that you can forgive. After all, no matter how generous a person is when encountering this kind of thing, even if he says he doesn't mind, he will still feel a knot in his heart. Murong Fu could clearly feel that Su Xinghe's every move just now was indeed filled with murderous intent. If he acted too much, he would not be able to take dozens of moves, and the other party would really think of him as Ding Chunqiu. Killed by accomplices.

Murong Fu's actions just now clearly indicated to the other party that the matter was over.

Communication between smart people often does not require pretentious politeness.

The two returned to sit down in front of the stone platform, and the mute servant at Su Xinghe's door offered tea again. Murong Fu picked up the teacup and took a sip without thinking. The tea is fragrant and sweet in the mouth, showing that it is the best quality. Murong Fu sincerely praised: "Good tea, top quality!"

Su Xinghe stood up and left his seat, bowed his head to the bottom, and said in a deep voice: "Su Xinghe claims to have met countless people, but I have only seen such a bold man like Mr. Murong in his life. The name of 'Nan Murong' is well-deserved!"

Murong Fu put down the tea cup, left his seat with a smile, and bowed his head to the bottom as well: "Mr. Chongbian's intelligence is something Murong Fu has only seen in his life. He is well-deserved!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The two stood up at the same time, holding each other's shoulders, looking at each other and laughing. All the suspicions and hatreds melted away with a cup of tea and a burst of laughter. The so-called smile disappears grudges, nothing better than this.

The two got along very well. Su Xinghe was a man of great erudition and talent, rare in the world, while Murong Fuji was an intelligent arbiter and had extraordinary vision. The two met late, and the more they explored, the more speculative they became. Su Xinghe even pulled Murong Fu tremblingly and wanted to make a sworn vows. Murong Fu looked at the other person's ageless appearance and politely found a topic to talk about.

Su Xinghe sincerely sighed: "It's a pity that Mr. Murong was born thirty years too late. If he had been born thirty years earlier, it would be great for you and me to worship under the master together and listen to the master's teachings!"

Murong Fu smiled and shook his head: "No, no. It should be said that it is a pity that Mr. Congbian was born thirty years earlier."

Su Xinghe asked in confusion: "What's the meaning of this?"

Murong Fu smiled and said: "If Mr. Congbian had been born thirty years later, today's martial arts world would be Murong in the south and Congbian in the north!"

"Hahahaha"

Su Xinghe burst into tears from laughter, and suddenly felt sad, burst into tears, and danced as if crazy.

"Thirty years! Thirty years! Mr. Murong, do you know how I have lived these thirty years? Hahahahaha, Ding Chunqiu, you are an evil thief who will be punished by heaven and earth. The sky has eyes, and you also have today, hahahaha!" "

Murong Fu just watched the little old man talking quietly without saying a word.

Su Xinghe felt that the miserable life of thirty years of darkness had cleared up and opened a new chapter. After crying and laughing, he suddenly remembered something, grabbed Murong Fu's sleeve with his dirty hands, and said with a smile: "I almost forgot something important when I was so happy. Let's go, I will take the young master with me. Go see the master, I will send the master."

Murong Fu smiled slightly but did not resist. Finally got to meet the real owner.

Su Xinghe pulled Murong Fu to several cabins. The house was built against the mountain. It had no doors and was very simple, but it fit in perfectly with the environment in the valley.

Su Xinghe signaled Murong Fu to stand aside, then lifted up the hem of his robe, knelt in front of the cabin, and kowtowed several times respectfully. Then he said loudly: "The unworthy disciple Su Xinghe dared to disturb the master's Qing Xiu. Now there is a young master from the Murong family in Gusu, who is smart, handsome and has unparalleled martial arts skills. In a fierce battle, he was seriously injured by Ding Chunqiu, a traitor of the Xiaoyao sect, and his hand was destroyed. He was punished by Xinghe's evil disciple. Xue Muhua has entrusted me to come here from afar, hoping to help my master to kill the rebels and avenge the shame of my sect. Forgetting the master’s pity, I allow Xinghe to meet me in front of my master to discuss countermeasures together!”

After saying this, Su Xinghe kowtows his head and waits for the reply in the room.

Silence, deathly silence, the only sound at this moment is the wind in the mountains and the chirping of birds in the forest.

It seemed like a long time passed, yet it seemed like only a short moment had passed. Beads of sweat appeared on Su Xinghe's forehead. Murong Fu looked at the cabin intently, as if he wanted to see through everything in it. Immediately, this peerless powerhouse in the Tianlong world was about to appear in front of him. At this moment, there was a hint of excitement in his heart that he couldn't hold back.

Finally, a strong wind split a big hole in the cabin, and a deep male voice came: "Disciple, bring Mr. Murong in!" At this sound, the pine waves in the forest surged, and at this moment, there was a roar in the plains. A breeze.

Wu Yazi, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, is right in front of you!

In the past two days, I have been addicted to the background music of Mr. Guan Dazhou’s National Treasure series and I can’t help myself. Interested book friends can go to Xiaopo Station to listen to it. It’s absolutely nice!