[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Destiny Green Book

funny?

How could he find it funny!

Murong Bo glared angrily at the unknown junior with a smiling face behind him, he felt an evil fire rising from his heart, almost burning his whole heart with hatred and pain in the blink of an eye.

In order to restore Dayan, his Murong family endured humiliation and hibernated for generations, accumulating strength in secret, only waiting for one day to take advantage of the situation and take back the land that should belong to them!

For this reason, he did not hesitate to feign death and disappear for 30 years. He had a family but could not return, and a wife and son could not recognize each other...

And his father, his grandfather, his son...

Generations of the Murong family have devoted themselves to this and spared no expense!

Who dares to say this is funny?

Who dares? !

Murong Bo looked at Song Qingshu as if he wanted to eat him alive.

But as far as Song Qingshu was concerned, this had no effect at all.

The corner of his mouth curled into a smile that was not a smile, and the way he looked at Murong Bo...

Ok.

He said clearly, "I'm afraid this is not a fool."

This made Ye Gucheng almost laugh out loud.

After glancing at Song Qingshu, he smiled in his heart and transmitted the voice:

"Zoom!"

Ye Gucheng didn't believe that Song Qingshu couldn't control his emotions and expressions.

Qing Shu has never been a person who puts everything on his face easily.

Now that he is making such an expression in public, it is obvious that Murong Bo is extremely evil in his heart, and he never thought of showing him face in front of others.

But it is.

Who is Murong Bo?

Why does Qing Shu need to save face for him?

This shameless thing is done by people themselves.

Now that you have done it, don't be afraid of losing face in front of others.

After all, it is not self-inflicted.

Ye Gucheng suppressed his smile, and didn't say much, just waiting for Song Qingshu's next move, who answered his "narrow" teasing with a smile.

Who cares if Murong Bo is not Murong Bo.

For Ye Gucheng, no matter who he compares with, his heart... always leans towards Qingshu.

Song Qingshu, who was favored, knew nothing about Ye Gucheng's partiality.

Facing Murong Bo's extremely ferocious stare, his tone was still calm:

"I would like to ask your step, you said this...isn't it funny?"

"I'm from the Yuan Kingdom, so I don't know much about the Song Kingdom, but before this trip, I heard some things from the elders in my family."

"It has been more than a hundred years since the Song Kingdom was first established. Although there are occasional frictions with neighboring countries, within the Song Kingdom, the people live in peace and contentment. It is not an exaggeration to call it a peaceful world."

"Although I'm from the rivers and lakes, I don't read the words of sages and sages like those scholars, but I still have a lot of common sense."

"Ask me, is it funny that your Murong family is trying to change the dynasty in this peaceful world on your own? Heh. Just go to the history books of various countries. Throughout the ages, what happened to those who tried to cause disasters in this peaceful world? Let's ask again."

Song Qingshu said this bluntly.

But the more this happened, the more sober Murong Bo became in his heart.

He finally realized that what the young man in front of him with profound martial arts cultivation did not intend to ridicule, but he really thought that way.

He really felt that the Murong family's ideal passed down from generation to generation was a ridiculous joke!

This recognition made Murong Bo feel more annoyed than being ridiculed deliberately.

He can't accept that he has been fighting for it all his life, and if he doesn't realize it for a day, future generations will be just like himself. The goal that generations have worked hard for, in the eyes of others, is so stupid and unattainable, it is like an idiot's dream, heard in his ears , other than a sneer, nothing else can be exchanged...

"puff!"

Murong Bo suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, unexpectedly he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Song Qingshu leaned back a little inexplicably, and quietly moved away from the guy who suddenly vomited blood for no reason

Even if he quietly activated the seven emotions in the world stored in Xuan Yunjian with his words, Murong Bo's emotions were aroused without him noticing, and his various emotions were magnified a lot invisibly.

But after being told the truth, I couldn't stand it and started vomiting blood...

With such a heart, you still want to seize the world?

Song Qingshu has also seen the real emperor.

In addition to the many sects of cultivating immortals in the Great World of Destiny, there are also many cultivating empires, large and small.

Song Qingshu once escorted his disciples and nephews to several small and medium-sized countries near the Zongmen, so as to change the elders of the town.

Together with his master, he was invited to the No. [-] cultivation empire in the mainland to attend the emperor's thousand-year-old birthday banquet.

Regardless of whether it is a big country or a small country, the ruler of the country is extremely majestic.

The dragon aura is like a cloud, and the canopy covers its top, and you will feel extraordinary when you see it.

But what about Murong Bo?

Don't say that Song Qingshu didn't see any dragon aura from him at all, but in terms of majesty and majesty, compared with those emperors, he was like heaven and earth.

The most interesting thing is that this person has spent his entire life in the camp, thinking that by gathering a few masters of the rivers and lakes, collecting a few martial arts secret books, and then provoking the relationship between Song and Liao, he can take advantage of the chaos and "revive" his What country of Yan...

Isn't this idea a bit too naive for a person who wants to change the sun and the moon?

If he is not alone, just think that he can gather a group of people, but with such a small group of people, no matter how good their martial arts are, what is the use of them before thousands of troops?

If only a small group of top masters can easily change a large country's dynasty, then Song Qingshu, his grand master, father, uncles, and masters from various factions of the Yuan Kingdom's martial arts, why would they fight against the tyranny of the Yuan court? , Save the lives of more children of the Han family?

Wouldn't we have everything if we just join forces and start a fight?

It can be seen that things are by no means calculated in this way.

Zhang Sanfeng understands this truth, Song Yuanqiao understands it, and all the Wudang Seven Heroes understand it, even the Emei sect master Juejue who Song Qingshu always thinks has a weird personality, also understands it.

Just because I understand, even though Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts cultivation is close to the peak that this small world can accommodate, it is not an exaggeration to say that there are few opponents in this world, and he has never thought of fighting the entire court of the Yuan Kingdom with his own strength.

But Murong Bo didn't understand.

I don't know if he really doesn't understand, or if he doesn't want to understand at all.

This person seems to be immersed in a beautiful hazy dream that he has constructed but can't see the way forward. He doesn't want to wake up, and he can't wake up.

According to what he said, this dream has been done in their Murong family for more than ten generations, from the ancestor who founded the family to Murong Bo's son Murong Fu, the latest successor, and it has been deeply imprinted in his heart and blood. Has become a demon, and can no longer be solved...

Song Qingshu suddenly felt an urge to sigh.

Was Murong Bo wrong?

of course.

Not only was he wrong, but he was terribly wrong.

But outsiders' comments have nothing to do with him, he, his ancestors, his son...

Everyone in the Murong family no longer cares about this.

In order to chase that illusory dream that was constructed and consolidated time and time again by generations of people, the Murong family members have already fallen into a magic barrier.

Calling, but not waking up.

Song Qingshu didn't want to waste his efforts either.

He sarcastically aroused Murong Bo's emotions and made him lose his composure in public. He told everyone the most embarrassing thoughts in his heart, but he couldn't understand Murong Bo's behavior and didn't want to see such a vicious and cunning person with such a smooth tongue. Chun turned right and wrong, confused black and white, and added unnecessary heartache to Xiao Feng for no reason.

To say that he really wants to uphold justice for whom...

Song Qingshu thinks that he is not as righteous as Bo Yuntian.

Ignoring Murong Bo no more, Song Qingshu looked at Xiao Feng in a blink of an eye:

"Qiao...Xiao Daxia, just now you heard that this person himself admitted that he planned the events of the year. If we talk about it, he can be regarded as the real enemy of you and...you and your father. Now..."

What are you going to do with this person?

Although Song Qingshu didn't ask the words, but he believed that Xiao Feng must understand his unfinished meaning.

Xiao Feng was taken aback when he heard the words.

He subconsciously looked at Xiao Yuanshan who was standing not far from him, and saw that face that was [-]-[-]% like his own, with hatred, realization, grief, resentment, and nostalgia intertwined, making the mixed expression It looked extremely ferocious at first glance, as if wishing to skin and tear that Murong Bo to pieces, and eat his flesh raw...

Xiao Feng sighed silently.

Do you want to ask him if he hates Murong Bo?

Of course hate.

If it hadn't been for his design to frame him, Xiao Feng's mother would not have died innocently outside Yanmen Pass, and his father would not have jumped off a cliff in despair to follow his wife. get along.

Murong Bo single-handedly ruined Xiao Feng's supposedly happy and fulfilling life, making him a Liao native, yet he was brought up as a Song native, and without knowing it, he hurt countless times to those who should be his compatriots killer.

Based on this alone, Xiao Feng can't hate Murong Bo too much.

But Xiao Feng wants to kill Murong Bo with his own hands, to avenge himself and his parents?

Xiao Feng's eyes moved to Xiao Yuanshan beside him again

I'm afraid when it comes to the hatred towards Murong Bo, his biological father is ten times, a hundred times more powerful than him.

After all, Xiao Feng was just an infant at that time, so how could he remember his enemies?

If it wasn't for someone revealing his background in Xingzilin Incident, he wouldn't even know that he is from Liao.

Although the great changes in a short period of time filled his heart with resentment and depression, in the final analysis, the emotion of "hate" has the lowest proportion among all these negative emotions.

But what about Xiao Yuanshan?

In the past 30 years, I am afraid that his heart is full of resentment all the time.

Resentment towards the leading brother.

Resentment towards Song Guo Wulin.

Resentment against injustice.

Resentment for the impermanence of fate.

hatred!hatred!hatred!

This hatred is endless, there is nowhere to resolve it, and it cannot be eliminated. I can only let it accumulate in my heart, slowly distorting myself, and there is nothing left but hatred.

Compared to Xiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan is the one who needs to kill his enemies more to relieve his hatred.

Xiao Feng closed his eyes.

"...Father." He finally called out the title that he swallowed and vomited countless times in his throat. "What do you want to do?"

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned when he heard the sound.

What does he want to do?

What else can he do?

Xiao Yuanshan's gaze was like a knife, and he looked at Murong Bo coldly:

"Now that things have happened, apart from slaying this insidious and despicable dog thief to comfort the souls of your mother and uncles in heaven, as a father, I can't think of what else I can do."

His tone was cold, but Xiao Feng hadn't answered yet, but Murong Bo's voice sounded with a smile, as if he didn't feel the unchangeable determination revealed in Xiao Yuanshan's words

"Brother Xiao, why did you come to a conclusion so early? I have one more thing to say, so I ask Brother Xiao to listen to it before doing...uh..."

Halfway through the speech, I saw Murong Bo's lips opening and closing, but he didn't make the slightest sound...

Everyone silently shifted their gazes to the finger that Song Qingshu had just withdrawn from the back of Murong Bo's neck...

"Noisy."

The voice of the young man in white was clear and cold, as if he was talking about an annoying summer cicada, he said so calmly without the slightest concern.

Everyone: "..."

No.

What is he trying to say?Can you let him touch the Ya acupoint after finishing his speech?

Young man, is it a little unfriendly for you to do this... _(:3∠)_

Song Qingshu didn't bother to pay attention to the complicated meanings in everyone's eyes.

"Don't you want to kill? Kill."

As he said, he threw Murong Bo in his hand forward, and threw it straight in the direction of Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Yuanshan was still a little dazed at this moment, when he suddenly saw Murong Bo flying in the air, he was startled, subconsciously slapped his hand...

The next moment, Murong Bo was slapped and flew away, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, his body rolled on the ground a few times, and then there was no more movement...

Xiao Yuanshan: "..."

Song Qingshu: "..."

Everyone: "..."

This……

This is... dead?

Abbot Xuanci had a complex expression on his face.

He wanted to stand in the way even though Murong Bo had betrayed his trust, and used the friendship between the two to make a calculation, which not only cost the lives of Xiao Yuanshan's family and many martial arts masters of the Song Dynasty, but also trapped him in an injustice.

But Shaolin is a land of Buddhism after all, and God also has the virtue of good life. As the abbot of Shaolin, how can he watch someone lose his life in front of him in Shaolin Temple?

But who would have thought that the matter would unfold in such a way in the end that people could not intervene even if they wanted to...

Abbot Xuanci couldn't help pronouncing a Buddha's name in a low voice.

And when he uttered the Buddha's name, the only ones who were startled were the monks around him?

"died?"

Xiao Yuanshan stared blankly at Murong Bo's lifeless corpse lying on the ground, lost his mind for a while, suddenly, he raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, and then burst out laughing like crazy.

"A good death! A good death!"

Xiao Yuanshan seemed to be crying and laughing, although he kept laughing happily, the expression on his face was very ferocious.

Just when Xiao Feng was worried that he would lose control of his emotions due to his great grief and joy, and wanted to go forward to check the situation, he saw Xiao Yuanshan suddenly stopped laughing.

He turned his head and looked at Abbot Xuanci in the crowd with burning eyes:

"In this way, only you are left."

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar in the courtyard!