Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

"The voice, appearance, and smile of the jade statue are quite similar to my disciple's cousin, Wang Yuyan." After a pause, he added: "It should be said that they are exactly the same. At that time, I really thought that Yuyan was standing in front of me."

Murong Fu tried his best to sound calmer.

Wu Yazi was surprised when he heard this: "Is there such a coincidence in the world?"

"However, the jade statue at that time reminded the disciple of another person. It was 60-70% similar to the jade statue. It was the disciple's aunt, Mrs. Wang. Now that I think about it, if my aunt was twenty years younger, she would be exactly the same as the jade statue. "

Murong Fu seemed to mention it unintentionally.

Silence, long silence.

If there is a person in the world who is similar to the unknown jade statue in the cave, it can be explained by coincidence, then if two people are similar, the coincidence becomes pale and feeble.

"Reinstated, do you know your aunt's maiden name? How old is she this year?"

After a long time, Wu Yazi spoke, his voice dry, as if he had put in a lot of effort to finish this short sentence?

Murong Fu thought for a moment: "My aunt's maiden name was mentioned to her disciples by my mother when she was still alive. It seems that her surname is Li Tao Qingluo. I'm not sure about her age. I think she must be very young."

"Ah Luo, you are married and have children? Yes, it has been so many years. It's great, great."

Time only showed its power at this moment. It seemed that Wuyazi had experienced dozens of spring and autumn in a flash. Years of injuries did not leave many traces of vicissitudes of life on his face, but one word took him through time. In just a few words, the fairy-like old man in the painting fell into the mortal world. At that moment, his voice sounded particularly old, like a real octogenarian.

Two lines of clear tears ran down Wu Yazi's smooth cheeks.

The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the jade in the blue field produces smoke in the warm sun.

The best martial arts in the world should be memory.

Su Xinghe looked at Wu Yazi blankly and said worriedly: "Master, you..."

Wu Yazi sighed quietly: "Xinghe, I have nothing to do."

Another breeze blew by, and all the candles were extinguished. In the darkness, Wu Yazi's old voice came: "I'm tired, you two go down first and come back tomorrow."

He was clearly not far away, but his voice sounded far away, perhaps because the thing between the three of them was called years.

Although Su Xinghe didn't understand what happened to his master all of a sudden, he always obeyed his master's instructions. Since the master said he was tired, it meant he was tired.

He led Murong Fu to say hello, and then the two of them walked out of the previous doorway one after another, leaving Wu Yazi alone in the house.

Wu Yazi sat alone in the cabin. The small room was like a real tomb at the moment, with dusty memories buried inside. Suddenly one day the coffin lid was opened, and the past was gone and turned into ashes.

outside the house.

Su Xinghe was full of doubts, but the master didn't want to say that he couldn't ask questions, so he tried to get some information out of Murong Fu's mouth. But in order not to reveal any flaws, Murong Fu could only pretend not to know anything, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. After all, it has been difficult to resist spoilers since ancient times.

"Forget it, Master is unpredictable, and it's not easy for disciples to figure out Master's thoughts. Maybe Master will be in a good mood one day and tell us, let's put this matter aside for now. Today, Junior Brother, you are It’s a great day to join our Xiaoyao sect. Come to think of it, our Xiaoyao sect has not accepted a disciple for thirty years.

Although there are many mute servants in this valley, they are not actually my Xiaoyao disciples. They are all evil people who have done many evil things in the past. They were caught by my senior brother to prick their deaf ears and cut out their tongues and serve as servants.

The master is very old, and although his skills are superb, he has been exhausted by years of injuries. Junior brother, you are the last disciple that Master will accept in this life. "

Su Xinghe's tone was bitter, and there was an indescribable desolation in his words.

Murong Fu remained silent.

Although the Xiaoyao sect is named Xiaoyao, how has it ever truly been free? The three elders are close to immortals in martial arts, but they are stuck in the love affairs between men and women, and they have been obsessed with it all their lives. While the world is so busy, how much joy can there be? How many people can be free? Or you can be tied to the reins of fame and run around all your life. Or how many people will be able to escape from the eight sufferings and three poisons for the rest of their lives? If the world is a big cage, then the body is a small prison cell. Most people seem to be growing continuously throughout their lives, but in fact they are constantly changing from one prison cell to another.

Thinking about it this way, it's not bad to be a madman, at least you no longer have to live in a cage woven by others.

I remember a madman once said: The second happiest thing in a person's life is to die the moment he is born, and the first happiest thing is to have never been born.

How happy is life, how painful is death.

Su Xinghe smiled and said: "Look at me, today is a great day for junior brother to become a disciple. As a senior brother, I am here to feel miserable. It really shouldn't be, it shouldn't be. Junior brother, when senior brother sets up a seat for you, Thought it was a celebration. Haha.”

As he spoke, Su Xinghe waved to a mute servant in the distance. The servant walked directly in front of Su Xinghe. Su Xinghe pointed at himself, then at Murong Fu, and then made several gestures, all of which were mute words that Murong Fu could not understand. The mute servant understood, got up and went to prepare.

I have to sigh, Su Xinghe is very good at managing people. These mute servants should obviously be full of resentment towards him, but they are unexpectedly loyal. In the original world, these servants finally used their bodies to block the pillar of fire pushed by Ding Chunqiu for Su Xinghe during the life-and-death battle between Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu. One after another, no one backed down. The tragic and tragic scene shocked Murong Fu deeply when he read this passage.

Murong Fu's heart moved and he asked: "Senior brother, I have something to ask of you. I wonder if you can agree to it?"

Su Xinghe smiled and said: "You and I are from the same sect, so there is no need to be so polite. I think, based on the degree of satisfaction Master has with Junior Brother, he will probably let Junior Brother inherit the mantle. When the time comes, Senior Brother will also take orders from you. Junior Brother has Whatever, just ask. Senior brother will try his best to do it for you."

"I want to ask my senior brother for some mute servants to take back to Gusu. I wonder if my senior brother can part with me?"

Su Xinghe laughed loudly: "I thought it was some big deal, but it turned out to be this. Junior brother, if you like these incompetent idiots, just take them all away. Although these guys did evil in the early years, under the hands of senior brother these years, You have been trained to be very obedient. Junior Brother, just feel free to send me. It is still early, Senior Brother, I will show you the scenery of Leigu Mountain."

After saying that, Murong Fu didn't let him hesitate, took his hand and walked out of the valley. Murong Fu had no choice but to follow.

I'm late, sorry