Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Although the little old man looked thin, he was actually surprisingly strong. Murong Fu was dragged by him like a little chicken. Of course, this was also because he didn't resist.

Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples.

For Su Xinghe, these thirty years of suffering have not only turned his temples white. Both Wu Yazi and Ding Chunqiu still look like teenagers despite their age. Only Su Xinghe has become a real bad old man. People who don't know can easily mistake Wu Yazi and Su Xinghe as a pair of masters. Just confused.

Su Xinghe was in high spirits and extremely happy. His life of thirty years of darkness finally saw the light of day.

What's amazing is that although Su Xinghe has lived in the Valley of the Deaf and Mute for a long time and has pretended to be deaf and mute for thirty years, he still knows everything that happened in the martial arts world over the years. God knows how he knew this. And what he mentioned the most was naturally the deeds that this new junior brother had achieved in the world.

"Junior brother, I heard that when you were eighteen years old, you publicly beheaded Taoist Zhangxu, who had done many evil things. That Taoist Zhangxu was very famous in the world at that time, and those who offended him would have their limbs chopped off with swords and abandoned in the busy city. , causing his whole body to bleed out and die. Many people in the older generation of martial arts are still deeply impressed by such tragic scenes."

Murong Fu smiled lightly and said, "He's just a bastard. He occasionally does things that use his strength to overwhelm others. Since I caught him, I took care of him."

The Taoist Zhangxu mentioned by Su Xinghe is also nicknamed Taoist Octopus. A person who practices Taoism should not argue with the world, but should at least be kind to others. But this man doesn't. Even if someone asks him to give up his seat, which is not an offense at all, he will take someone's life before he gives up. Moreover, the method of killing was just as Su Xinghe said, extremely cruel.

That year Murong Fu first set foot in the rivers and lakes and traveled to Shandong. I saw Taoist Zhangxu committing murder in the busy city. At that time, the Taoist saw the cleverness of a girl and wanted to take her into the Taoist temple, but the girl's mother naturally refused. In anger, Taoist Zhangxu drew his sword and cut off the girl's mother's hands, took the girl away and left.

People on the streets dared not speak out in anger at such a brutal act.

Murong Fu didn't care about that. He jumped up and chased Taoist Zhangxu for twenty miles with his sword. Finally, he removed the evil Taoist's limbs and hung them on the Penglai government office for public display.

This was the first battle in which Murong Fu became famous, and it was in this battle that Nan Murong's reputation among his generation was built.

"I heard that my junior brother cut off the limbs of the evildoer in retaliation and hung them in the government office for people to see. Is this true?"

"Such a villain cannot be killed with just one sword. He must be tortured enough to be worthy of those who were killed by him with the same method. Only in this way can he live up to his reputation as a knight."

Murong Fu made no secret and directly expressed his true thoughts.

Speaking of this, it reminded him of Yun Zhonghe. That guy had his inner strength drained away by him. Even if he could survive, he would be frail and sickly in the following years, and he would be like half a cripple. Not to mention picking flowers, even going to the vegetable garden to pick melons is a laborious task. On rainy days, it is a tribulation. This kind of torture is the most suitable punishment for such a wicked person. Wouldn't it be boring to be like a certain writer who said, "Oh!" The plane crashed into a mountain and everything was lost?

"Okay, junior brother, it is true that he has a good temperament. Most people in this world are hypocritical and hypocritical. They use various names to restrain the real good people, but talk about benevolence and righteousness to the real evil people? It is not only pedantic, but also shameful. I, the Xiaoyao sect, act in a strict manner. He is just a person who acts as he pleases and is carefree. No matter what he has or doesn’t have!”

Su Xinghe shook his head like an old crane drinking water, and expressed his agreement with Murong Fu's views.

Murong Fuyuan thought he would be persuaded by Su Xinghe, but he did not expect the other party's reaction. He did not recover for a while.

Su Xinghe smiled and said: "Senior brother is not that kind of pedantic person. If evil people use morality and Buddhism to influence them like those Taoist teachers told Bald Donkey, then who will come to stand up for those who are harmed by evil people? Seeking justice? It’s like what the book says. All the people in ancient times were saints. How come they later tightened the criminal law and established prisons? Can the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple control that evil thief Ding Chunqiu? "

His words expressed dissatisfaction with the world.

In the past, Murong Fu might have said a few words to Xini, but after experiencing the battle with Ding Chunqiu, his mind completely changed.

In the arena, those who can be called second-rate masters are basically involved in various ways, including at the government level. After all, except for a very few people with extraordinary talents, which master is not supported by his family and sect? You said you fell off a cliff and picked up peerless martial arts? Guess why the protagonist is the protagonist? Only young people like one or two disciples of the Beggar Clan would be ashamed of being connected to the government.

Therefore, if a small character like Xiang Wanghai does evil, someone will come out to meddle in his own business. If someone were acting at the level of the leader of the Qingcheng Sect or the leader of the Wuliang Sword, no one would say anything. Instead, the world would try to justify his various actions. Just like a certain period of time on the Chinese Internet in later generations, many people had many fathers overnight. This principle has been the same from ancient times to the present.

When Su Xinghe and Murong Fu arrived at the main peak of Leigu Mountain, the setting sun was hanging on the mountain peak, about to fall. The afterglow reflected the rolling water of the Yellow River into the same color as the clouds on the horizon, and a dark shadow in the distance seemed to be a returning boatman. On the river bank, several woodcutters were heading home carrying chopped firewood.

Rocks pierced through the sky, and stormy waves crashed onto the shore.

Although the original word describes the Yangtze River, it is okay to put it here.

But I saw the roaring waves, lapping against the mountain shore, like war drums beating in unison, and vaguely like the shouts of killing from the ancient battlefield came from the sound of the waves.

The great ancestor swore that the clothes and belts were small, and the immortals took advantage of the guests.

Who will be there three thousand years from now? Why bother to repay peace!

The rivers and mountains in front of him were magnificent, but Murong Fu recited these lines unconsciously.

Su Xinghe on the side smiled and said: "These are two lines from the poem "Yellow River" by Luo Yin of the Tang Dynasty. They were originally complaints made by a scholar after he failed to pass the exam. Junior Brother Murong was in high spirits. Why do you mention these two lines? However, Although this sour literati poem is generally written, two lines are quite consistent with the behavior of our Xiaoyao sect."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Which two sentences?"

Su Xinghe smiled and said nothing. Murong Fu thought for a moment and understood immediately. The old man and the young man looked at each other and laughed.

After a while, seven or eight strong mute servants came to the mountain carrying a set of tables and chairs and several food boxes. A few people neatly arranged the tables, chairs, cups and plates, then knelt down respectfully and kowtowed to Su Xinghe before leaving.

Murong Fu asked curiously: "I have a question for my teacher."

Su Xinghe smiled and said, "Junior brother, you want to ask why these mute servants are so respectful to senior brother, right?"

"Exactly".

Su Xinghe did not answer directly, but asked Murong Fu a question: "Do you know what the identities of these people were before they entered the valley?"

"Didn't Senior Brother say that he is a very evil person caught from all over the place?"

Su Xinghe nodded: "Yes. Almost all of these people have human lives on their bodies, and they are evil people in the eyes of the world. For example, the man who just carried two bottles of wine sneaked into someone else's door and killed three people. Isn't it a heinous crime? ?”

Murong Fu nodded: "That's true."

Su Xinghe smiled and said: "Two of the three people who were killed were his enemies. One of them killed his brother, and the other took possession of his wife and daughter. And he was able to kill his enemies with his own hands because of his senior brother's wisdom. It's a plan. The condition is that he will be deafened by me and will be a mute servant in my valley for the rest of his life. Although he got his revenge, he has become a sinful person in the eyes of the world. The world only believes what they want to believe. I don’t care about justice. It’s a good thing to just be a deaf mute and hide from the world in this valley.”

"Okay, junior brother, let's not talk about this unpleasant thing. Come on, you and I will have a drink tonight!"

After saying that, Su Xinghe pulled Murong Fu to the table, poured a glass of wine for Murong Fu, and gestured: "Junior brother, please!"

Then, without waiting for Murong Fu to raise his glass, he drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing the look of surprise in the other party's eyes, Su Xinghe smiled sheepishly: "Junior brother, you are laughing. In the past, senior brother was also a good drinker. Since Master's accident, senior brother has not drank at all for thirty years."

So Murong Fu accompanied the little old man to drink one glass after another. Soon, the two small pots of wine were empty.

People who are good drinkers will be fine if they don't drink. Once the alcohol bug is aroused, there will be no end to it and they will have to get drunk. But suddenly, where can I find wine?

The anxious look on the little old man's face reminded Murong Fu of the Wu Changfeng he had met before, and he found it interesting, so he told Su Xinghe about his previous encounter with Wu Changfeng in the restaurant.

Su Xinghe curled his lips: "That boy Wu Changfeng only knows how to drink wine. What does he know about wine! When the good wine reaches his mouth, the peony goes into the mouth of the cow. It's all wasted. Junior brother, next time you see this old boy, give him two jars. Just soju, this guy can’t tell a good guy from a bad guy.”

Su Xinghe sighed: "It's a pity that in the past, people used literature to drink wine. One drink will lead to a thousand sorrows. In the past, when the master was not injured, he also wrote poems and calligraphy, and passed down many good sentences. It is a pity that after the injury, the master never did it again. It’s too late. Junior brother, you have no chance to see the graceful way that our master held a glass of wine and composed poems under the moonlight. Now there is no literature, no wine, and the long nights, how can we entertain ourselves?"

Murong Fu smiled and shook his head. The little old man's brain circuit was really strange. Thinking about the eight friends of Hangu, they all behaved strangely. Are all the Xiaoyao disciples like this?

It's okay if you don't shake your head, but it's bad if you shake your head.

Su Xinghe only said that Murong Fu did not agree with his point of view, and said happily: "Junior brother, did you bring some wine here? Get it quickly and let senior brother have a taste."

After thinking for a while, he shook his head: "When I entered the valley, my junior brother was empty-handed. Even if he brought wine, he couldn't get it at this time. So there must be some good verses that can sing about this feeling and this scene? Quickly show your mind. A good sentence, let senior brother appreciate it!"

Murong Fu:? ? ?

If you have wine today, you will be drunk today; if you have sorrow tomorrow, you will have sorrow tomorrow.