Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 238

Although it is difficult to write with your fingers, it is not impossible in this era.

Although this era is called the end of martial arts, compared with the era of double eagles in later generations, this is a real world of high martial arts.

Some people even ridiculed Yideng's one-yang finger attainments, saying that Yideng's one-yang finger attainments were no more than that of Duan Yanqing and Duan Zhengming.Of course, this is just a joke. Discussing martial arts across books is originally about Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong, which has no practical meaning.

Even though Murong Fu also has the Shenhe finger handed down from his family, but the effect of cultivation is not satisfactory, even not as good as Duan Zhengchun's Yiyang finger, naturally it is impossible to write on this extremely hard big bluestone with finger force.

But Murong Fu just now really used his fingers to carve words on the stone, instead of relying on fossil pills to cheat like later generations.

After all, who said fingering swords cannot be counted as finger strength? !

The Shang Yang sword was originally the sword that Murong Fu learned first among the six veins, and it is also the sword that he used most proficiently. Now he can do whatever he wants and use it freely. It's not difficult.

Even though Murong Fu fought Duan Yanqing before, he never used this special skill of pressing the bottom of the box from the beginning to the end, so naturally he would not be noticed by the opponent, and even if something was wrong, he would not be able to think of that level.

And it should be said that the current result is the best solution for today's matter, so all three of them chose to pretend to be confused.

So the three masters who pretended to be confused drank all night with their own thoughts.

Early the next morning, Duan Zhengchun still didn't wake up from the hangover, and Murong Fu was already standing behind the mountain waiting for others.

"You called me here on purpose, what do you want to say?"

Duan Yanqing mumbled.

"Can't I call you out if I have nothing to do? Look at the beautiful mountains and rivers and the good times. It would be a pity to let them down."

Murong Fu put his hands behind his back without turning around, and sighed lightly.

Seeing that Duan Yanqing didn't answer, Murong Fu shook his head lightly: "You are so boring to the extreme. No wonder you have no friends. Anyone who wants to make friends with you must be bored to death."

Duan Yanqing said coldly: "I, Duan Yanqing, aspire to be the emperor of Dali. As a ruler, I always call myself a widow, and I don't need any friends!"

"Oh, is that so?"

Murong Fu smiled mysteriously.

"Then let me ask you, where is the happiest moment in your life?"

This question was originally asked by Murong Fu in the original book when he participated in the wedding ceremony of Princess Yinchuan of Xixia.

At that time, Murong Fu came all the way from thousands of miles away, but he didn't know that the so-called recruitment of relatives was just a cover, and the princess' real son-in-law had already been decided by default.He also wishfully dreamed of marrying the princess of Xixia and recovering Dayan with the help of Xixia soldiers.He even watched helplessly as his cousin, who had deep affection for him, threw himself into the dry well, unmoved.

When asked this question, Murong Fu at that time was in a daze. He felt that he had been running all his life, and he had never lived for himself one day, let alone one day when he was happy.

Isn't the Murong Fu at that time exactly the Duan Yanqing at this time?It's just that the skin is different.

Duan Yanqing was asked this question without thinking by Murong Fu, and wanted to have a fit, but for some reason, a certain heartstring was plucked, and he couldn't bring up a trace of anger, so he stood there and meditated.

"Was it the happiest time of my life?"

In the past few decades, Duan Yanqing had no friends, and the three villains who had been by his side were not so much his companions as his subordinates.He has no relatives, his father, Emperor De, died in the rebellion decades ago, and his only uncle, Master Ku Rong, ignored him, and his intentions were self-evident.Without a wife and children, there is no family happiness.

Even compared to some people whose relatives were killed and their entire family was wiped out, he didn't even have any enemies. All the enemies who hurt him had been slaughtered by him in the past few decades, and he had earned a " The prestige of the world's most villainous person".

Looking back on the past, it turned out to be as bleak as this dry landscape in the winter.

Not only was Duan Yanqing feeling desolate, but his hands were hanging down feebly.

He suddenly had an impulse in his heart, wanting to go to the pool to see his current appearance, so he limped and struggled to the pool with his broken crutches and bent over.

The water in the cold pool is shallow, and there is a weather-beaten and scarred face at the entrance.Especially the scar on the throat is even more shocking, that injury almost killed him back then.His hair was disheveled and he didn't make any modifications. Looking at the man in front of him, how could he look like a young, elegant and handsome king and grandson?
"this is me?"

In an instant, Duan Yanqing was in a trance.

"The former emperor of Dali gave you a good name, 'Yanqing', but unfortunately, your surname is Duan. Since 'Yanqing' is already 'Duan', how can 'Qing' be extended?"

Murong Fu sighed softly.

Just like Murong Fu's name, the Murong family is almost gone, so what is it that is going back?

Murong Fu said: "Actually, you already knew in your heart that even if you killed Brother Duan Zhengming, the throne of Dali would never return to you. The king's seat is given to a former prince who should have died long ago in everyone's memory. What's more, this crown prince can't speak, can't do anything, and is still a big villain with a notorious reputation all over the world."

This sentence made Duan Yanqing's heart tremble violently. For a moment, it seemed as if someone had stabbed deeply into his heart with a dagger, and put all his heart and liver under the sun to dissect.

"What did you say, what did you say?"

Duan Yanqing's eyes were red, like a beast cornered by someone, with wounds all over his body, trembling in front of the hounds and hunters, only bared teeth could conceal the fear in his heart.

"Did I say something wrong? Duan, Prince Yanqing!"

Murong Fu faced Duan Yanqing, with no expression on his face, deliberately paused between the word Duan and "Yanqing".

This body became the last straw that broke Duan Yanqing's nerves. Duan Yanqing let out a howl, like a wounded wild wolf, launching the final impact on the hunters who hunted him.

He propped up his two sticks, and his figure stood up straight from the ground, and he swung the two iron sticks towards Murong Fu at the same time, it was totally different from the safe way of attacking with one stick and defending with the other in the past, this time it was extremely dangerous, and the empty door was wide open. , if Murong Fu fights back, it will be a lose-lose situation.

I don't want to think that when I got close to Murong Fu's body by a foot, the iron rod seemed to touch something soft suddenly, like a soft wall, but it was only hindered for a moment, and the iron rod rushed forward again.

Murong Fu stretched out both hands, even beating and wiping him, he easily grasped the two iron sticks in his hands, and then with a flick of his sleeves, he sent Duan Yanqing flying with a force, and landed in a pool not far away.

Duan Yanqing fell into the pool and didn't even try to get up, just stayed in the pool wet all over, as if his soul had been knocked out by the blow just now.At this moment, he was really a zombie with only a shell left.

(End of this chapter)