Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 92
Murong Fu only felt a mouthful of old blood stagnating in his chest, he wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit.That feeling, stuffy.

He didn't reply to Su Xinghe's words, but walked to the side, facing a mountain wall, and slapped suddenly.The fierce force accompanied by the strong wind smashed the stones on the mountain wall to pieces, and the hard rocks were no different from tofu under a pair of iron palms.He slapped dozens of palms in a row, until the stone chips splashed, the whole small mountain was crumbling, and he was so tired that he was out of breath.

At the end, Murong Fu gave Su Xinghe a hard look with his murderous eyes.The little old man felt a chill rushing over his neck, and shrank back unconsciously.

He raised his fist at the little old man in a demonstrative manner, threatening: "Next time you drink such bitter tea for me, I will break your old bones and make flower fertilizer!"

Su Xinghe was slightly taken aback, then he understood, and laughed loudly: "Mr. Murong is really a man of temperament, very good, very good, hahaha."

Murong Fu smiled, knowing that the other party understood what he meant.

Su Xinghe has been testing himself from the beginning, and that cup of poisoned tea is the proof.The well-cultivated rock tea was an excuse to cover up the embarrassment, and what really detoxified him was the special acupuncture technique of the other party just now.

If I hadn't shown the strength to convince the opponent just now, the opponent would have killed me for those hundreds of moves just now.From Su Xinghe's point of view, this caution and ruthlessness are absolutely necessary.

After seeing Ding Chunqiu's ferocious act of blatantly killing his teacher, if Su Xinghe still treats the world with the heart of an ordinary Jiang Hu, he will not survive these few decades.In order to save half of Master Wu Yazi's life, he endured humiliation these years, and pretended to be deaf and dumb for 30 years, until now Murong Fu came to tell him that there is no need to continue pretending.

After encountering a huge surprise, people will always doubt the authenticity of all this.It's like a down-and-out literati who was suddenly told by his neighbors that he had won the election after countless failures. His first reaction was that they were teasing him. He didn't go crazy until he was dragged home and saw the red list.

A poor scholar in his fifties thought that others were deceiving him, so he could only continue to sell his old hen and replace it with three or two liters of rice to make porridge.A first-class master with peerless martial arts thinks that others are deceiving him, but he will kill people.

This battle also allowed Murong Fu to have a deeper understanding of Su Xinghe's combat power - far above ordinary Shaolin monks of Xuanzi generation.

However, being able to understand does not mean being able to forgive. After all, no matter how big a person encounters such a thing, even if he says he doesn't mind, he will still have a lump in his heart.Murong Fu could clearly feel that each of Su Xinghe's moves just now was indeed murderous, if he acted too hip-stretched and couldn't take dozens of moves, the opponent would really regard him as Ding Chunqiu murdered together.

And Murong Fu's actions just now made it clear to the other party that this matter has changed.

The communication between smart people often does not need to be hypocritical and fake.

The two went back to sit in front of the stone platform, and the mute servant under Su Xinghe's door offered tea again.Murong Fu picked up the cup of tea and took a sip without thinking.The tea is fragrant and sweet in the mouth, which is obviously the best of the best.Murong Fu praised from the bottom of his heart: "Good tea, top quality!"

Su Xinghe got up and left his seat, bowed to the bottom, and said in a deep voice: "Su Xinghe claims to have seen countless people, and such a bold person like Mr. Murong is rare in his life. The name of 'Nan Murong' is well-deserved!"

Murong Fu put down his teacup, left his seat with a smile, and bowed to the end likewise: "Mr. Congbian's intelligence is something that Murong Fu has never seen in his life. His reputation is well-deserved!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The two stood up at the same time, hugged each other's shoulders, looked at each other and laughed.All the suspicion and hatred melt away in this cup of tea and a big laugh.There is nothing more so-called a smile to obliterate grievances and enmity.

The two talked very well.Su Xinghe is erudite and talented, which is rare in this world, Murong Fuji is clever in debating, and his vision is extraordinary.The two met each other late, and the more they explored, the more speculative they became.Su Xinghe even tremblingly pulled Murong Fu to make a betrothal. Murong Fu looked at the other party's seventy-year-old appearance, and politely found a topic to bring this matter to the past.

Su Xinghe sighed sincerely: "It's a pity that Mr. Murong was born 30 years later. If he had been born 30 years earlier, it would be great for you and me to worship under Master's door and listen to Master's teachings!"

Murong Fu smiled and shook his head: "No, no. It should be said, it's a pity that Mr. Congbian was born 30 years earlier."

Su Xinghe asked suspiciously: "What do you mean by that?"

Murong Fu smiled and said: "If Mr. Congbian was born 30 years later, the current martial arts world should be Nan Murong and Bei Congbian!"

"Hahahaha"

Su Xinghe burst into tears from laughter, suddenly felt sad, burst into tears, danced and danced like crazy.

"30 years! 30 years! Mr. Murong, do you know how this old man has spent these 30 years? Hahahahaha, Ding Chunqiu, you are a villain who will destroy the world, the sky has eyes, and you have today, hahahaha!"

Murong Fu just quietly watched the little old man talking to himself without saying a word.

Su Xinghe only felt that the tragic life of 30 years of darkness had turned to the sky today, and a new chapter had been opened.After weeping and laughing, he suddenly remembered something, grabbed Murong Fu's sleeve with his dirty hands, and said with a smile: "When I was happy, I almost forgot a big event. Let's go, this old man takes the young master." Go to see the master, I will send the master."

Murong Fu smiled slightly and did not resist.Finally, we will meet the Lord.

Su Xinghe dragged Murong Fu to several cabins.The house is built along the mountain, without a door, very simple, but it fits well with the environment in the valley.

Su Xinghe signaled Murong Fu to stand aside, then lifted the hem of his robe, knelt down in front of the cabin, and respectfully kowtowed a few times.Then he said in a loud voice: "Su Xinghe, the disrespectful disciple, has the guts to disturb Master Qingxiu. Now there is the son of the Murong family of Gusu, smart and handsome, with world-class martial arts. In the fierce battle, he seriously injured Ding Chunqiu, the traitor of the Xiaoyao Sect, and deposed him. Entrusted by Xue Muhua, he came here from afar, wanting to help Master to put an end to the rebellion, and to avenge the shame of our sect. Forget about Master's pity, allow Xinghe to see him, and discuss the grand scheme of rebellion together in front of Master's seat!"

After finishing speaking, Su Xinghe knocked his head to the bottom, waiting for a reply from the room.

Silence, deathly silence, only the sound of the wind in the mountains and the chirping of birds in the forest at this moment.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems that only a short moment has passed.Beads of sweat appeared on Su Xinghe's forehead, Murong Fu looked intently at the cabin, as if he wanted to see through everything in it.Immediately, this peerless powerhouse in the Tianlong world was about to appear in front of him. At this moment, there was a faint excitement in his heart that he couldn't hold back.

Finally, a strong wind split a big hole in the small wooden house, and a deep male voice came: "Teacher, bring Mr. Murong in!" With this sound, the pines and waves in the forest surged, and at this moment, a storm blew up on the flat ground. A breeze.

Wu Yazi, head of the Xiaoyao School, is right in front of him!
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