Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

When Murong Fu and Su Xinghe came in, Wu Yazi had passed away suddenly, and Wang Yuyan was sobbing softly at the side.

Su Xinghe looked at his master's body and held back his tears. He took three steps in front of his master's body and bowed solemnly. Murong Fu followed suit and said his final farewell to this peerless master who had been so kind to him. .

Dusk.

According to Wu Yazi's wish during his lifetime, Murong Fu and others buried him on the hill of Deaf-mute Valley. Looking down from the hill, you can see the nine meanders of the Yellow River, rushing to the sea and never returning.

Although the Xiaoyao Sect has accumulated a lot, Wuyazi's tomb is not luxurious, and is even a bit simple. The things buried with him were only some of Wu Yazi's collection of books, clothes, musical instruments, swords, and cave flutes.

The tombstone was just an ordinary rock. Murong Fu used his sword energy to cut it into the shape of a tombstone. The inscription on it was not the common "Tomb of the First Master Wu Yazi". Because Wu Yazi once said during his lifetime that the members of the Xiaoyao sect are not stuck in things or shapes. The names of master and disciple, father and son, and husband and wife are just shackles of the world. They will inevitably be bound by this during life. If they are still bound by this after death, then what will happen to them? It's just boring.

Therefore, what is engraved on Wu Yazi's tombstone are the two poems "Linjiang Immortal" that Murong Fu had previously carved on the mountain wall.

The words of a once-in-a-hundred-year-old genius can be used to describe a once-in-a-century martial arts master.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

Heaven and earth are like the reverse journey of all things, time is like the passers-by of hundreds of generations, and life is like a dream, how much joy can there be?

In this world, there are all kinds of injustices, but in the matter of life and death, there is rare fairness. Regardless of whether you are an unknown shrimp in the world or a martial arts master who has cultivated to a near-immortal level, a hundred years later, it will not matter. It is a splash in the long river of time. Compared with the endless years, what are the things in this world?

"Senior brother, Master is no longer here, what are your plans in the future?"

Looking at the mountains in the distance, Murong Fu asked Su Xinghe.

Su Xinghe sighed: "Half of my life, I have been thinking about how to continue Master's inheritance and how to avenge that traitor Ding Chunqiu. Now that Ding Chunqiu is dead, Master and his old wish That’s it, I myself am already in my seventies, and I really don’t know what else to do next. Maybe it would be a good choice to guard the grave of Master and his master here.”

Murong Fu was silent. When a person's career that he has been dedicated to for half his life is suddenly completed in an unexpected way one day, the feeling of emptiness and loss is unimaginable for ordinary people. No wonder Su Xinghe wanted to follow the example of Zigong and others in guarding Confucius's grave after his death. In a sense, Su Xinghe's life rested on Wu Yazi and Ding Chunqiu. Although Su Xinghe is still alive now, it is difficult to have any hope in life.

"Since Master has already traveled to immortality, we, the common people in the human world, still have to run around in this chaotic land. Senior brother, come down the mountain and help me do something together!"

At this time, how could Murong Fu say hypocritically: Then follow your senior brother's wishes.

Su Xinghe's own martial arts skills are not inferior to those of Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy's first Xuannan, and he is one of the rare top-notch masters. His name is Congbian, and he is famous for his wisdom and scheming in the world. Except for being stubborn and old-fashioned in dealing with Ding Chunqiu, his talents are far superior to those of the old monks in Shaolin. Wouldn't it be a waste of talent if such a senior fellow with excellent strength and intelligence is not hired to work?

Su Xinghe was slightly startled, obviously not expecting Murong Fu to say this, then he was relieved and a smile appeared on his face: "Okay! Then listen to junior brother!"

Murong Fu was shocked and said, "You made your decision so easily and didn't think about it again?"

Su Xinghe shook his head gently: "Don't think about it. Now, junior brother, you are the leader of my Xiaoyao Sect. Your words are God's will in the sect, and all the disciples must obey them."

"Um, is that so?"

Looking at the Seven Treasures Ring that Wu Yazi left for him, Murong Fu was still a little uncomfortable with his identity as the head of the "Xiaoyao Sect", let alone his other identity as the "Deputy Leader of the Ming Cult". After all, he I have not yet adapted to the beauty that power brings.

The essence of power is the extent to which one's own will can influence the behavior of others. In the past, Murong Fu punished traitors and eradicated evil, and established good relationships, which made him famous. Everyone in the world respected him as "Nan Murong", but this admiration was not enough to transform into power.

But now, one word of mine can mobilize countless strangers. They come from all over the world and come from all sects. Just because of a thought, they will sort out the information they want to know and send it to them. It only takes one sentence to make a strong first-class master change his mind and do things for him.

This is power.

When this kind of power is magnified a hundred times or ten thousand times, that is the human emperor of this era. With one thought, the fate of countless people can be changed by oneself. This feeling is like a god standing in the clouds, looking down on the world.

"Okay, thank you, senior brother. Now that the matter here is over, please take care of things, senior brother. Come back to Gusu with me in a few days!"

Murong Fu gently rubbed the huge gemstone ring on his right thumb, with a hint of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

"Everything must be obeyed by the master brother!"

Su Xinghe said respectfully.

So, a few days later, Su Xinghe, along with dozens of his followers, packed their things and followed Murong Fu to Gusu.

Before leaving, Murong Fu turned his head and took one last look in the direction of the Deaf and Mute Valley.

Meanwhile, Suzhou.

Duan Zhengchun, Ruan Xingzhu and others have been living in Murong Fu's residence for some time.

During this period, A'Zhu, as the housekeeper of the Murong family, arranged all the food and daily life for Duan Zhengchun and others. After getting along day and night, and by chance, A'Zhu and Ruan Xingzhu got to know each other.

There is no need to go into details about scenes such as the meeting between mother and daughter. Duan Zhengchun felt guilty that he had ignored his old lover and his biological daughter for many years and wanted to make up for it. Coupled with the pleasant scenery of Jiangnan, I felt comfortable living here during this period.

A few days later, Murong Fu led everyone back to Gusu. The first thing he did was to see King Zhennan who had been waiting for a long time.

"Thanks to Mr. Murong for saving Duan Zhengchun's life. My daughter A'Zhu has been taken care of by the Murong family for many years. Duan Zhengchun really doesn't know how to repay Duan Zhengchun for his great kindness! Please pay Duan Zhengchun's thanks!"

In the tea room, two cups of tea were steaming, and A'Zhu Abi was accompanying him, standing respectfully behind Murong Fu. On weekdays, Aju Abi's status in the Murong family was the same as that of the master, but when Murong Fu came back, she still had to act like a maid.

Duan Zhengchun lifted up his robe and wanted to bow down, but Murong Fu quickly stopped him: "Uncle, don't do this. How can my nephew deserve such a great gift!"

Previously, Emperor Duan Zhengming of Baoding recognized Murong Fu as his adopted nephew, so naturally Duan Zhengchun became Murong Fu's uncle. In terms of emotion and reason, Murong Fu really couldn't stand Duan Zhengchun's worship.

Duan Zhengchun had been deeply impressed by this young hero since he last saw Murong Fu in Dali. After a series of events during this period, I feel even more admired and grateful.

He looked at A'Zhu behind Murong Fu, then at Murong Fu, moved his lips, but stopped talking.

"What's wrong with Uncle Duan? But it doesn't matter!"

Murong Fu looked at Duan Zhengchun's expression and wondered what medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he asked aloud.