I, Murong Fu, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 39 043, 044, the sword comes out of the five mountains, the sword is the minions [two in one]

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the cold wind howled.

Department of the Zhejiang Cloth Government of the Ming Dynasty, in the countryside of Yueqing County, Wenzhou Prefecture.

In a small, but neat and clean blue-tiled house, a tall and handsome, but slightly thin man in green shirt was holding an infant baby, pacing back and forth in the room, coaxing the baby to sleep.

On the couch next to her, a pale, thin, sick-looking woman leaned against the bed frame, looked at her husband and child with a smile, and asked in a soft and soft voice:

"The child is already full moon, and his body is very strong. What name does the husband want to give him?"

The man in the green shirt looked at the sleeping baby in his arms, then at his pale and emaciated wife, pondered for a while, and said:
"The single name has the word 'recovery'. I hope his mother will recover soon. From now on, she will be free from illness and disaster, and live a safe life."

Deep in the man's heart, this name also has the meaning of "lost and found".

His wife, Chen Daojun, was weak and sick since she was a child. A few days before she gave birth, she was even infected with a cold. On the night of her delivery, she was weak and weak.

In such a serious situation, not only was the well-known old lady specially invited from the county town helpless, even a wandering nun who happened to pass by here and was said to be from the "Hengshan School" and was proficient in various difficult and miscellaneous diseases was also helpless. ——In this day and age, for women, childbirth is a hell, even a healthy woman has a high chance of dying of dystocia.

What's more, Chen Daojun gave birth with a sick body?

Seeing that one dead body and two lives were about to happen, the man was so anxious that he was in a trance, and when he was about to faint, he suddenly saw a green aura descending from the sky and falling into the delivery room.

Afterwards, his wife's blood collapse miraculously stopped, and her frail body somehow regained strength, and soon the baby was born smoothly.

When the newborn's cries echoed in the delivery room, the man collapsed on his knees, kowtowed and worshiped with tears streaming down his face, thanking the heaven for saving his wife and child's life.

However, it seemed that he was the only one who saw the vision of "blue air falling from the sky".

The woman Wen in the delivery room didn't know anything about it, nor did the nun who was born in the Hengshan sect, traveled all over the world, consulted and treated people for free, and accumulated merit, neither did his wife.

While the man was rejoicing, he also hid the strange omen deep in his heart, and dared not tell anyone about it—he was a scholar, and he knew in the history books, when people were born, they were accompanied by "a strange omen from heaven".

If the omens of his child's birth were spread and the government found out, then the fate of his family would be unpredictable.

Thinking back to the strange omens when the child was born, the man had both worries about the child and some inexplicable expectations in his heart.

But he didn't dare to name his child too heavy, and only used the word "Fu" to express his love for his wife and his joy of "recovering after losing".

"Is there a compound word for a single name?"

Chen Daojun's expression froze slightly, and he also remembered his miraculous recovery on the night of giving birth.

At that time, she was already covered with ice, but she felt that she was sinking into a bottomless, dim and lightless ice abyss, and she couldn't hear or feel anything.

But suddenly, a strange warm current emerged inexplicably, as if bringing her back to the world from the underworld, and lifted her away from the dark ice abyss.

After regaining consciousness, the terrible blood collapse not only stopped on the spot, but her weak body also suddenly had inexhaustible strength, and even the pain of childbirth became imperceptible, and she gave birth smoothly after only a few deep breaths baby.

One month after giving birth, although her body was still a little weak, she could feel that her body, which had been sickly since she was a child, was getting better every day. recovery process.

Thinking of this, she looked at the baby in her husband's arms, with a happy and loving maternal radiance on her face:
"Fu'er...Murong Fu, what a nice name."

Murong Fu.

That's right, her husband's compound surname is Murong, and his single name is "Quan". His parents were originally from Suzhou. More than 20 years ago, his family moved to Yueqing, where Murong Quan was born. He and Chen Daojun were childhood sweethearts.

But both are unfortunate.

Four years ago, less than a month after the young couple got married, a sudden epidemic struck, and the two elders died of the epidemic one after another. Now the combined two families are only the husband and wife.

If Chen Daojun had two dead bodies during childbirth, then Murong Quan, who was left alone, would probably go crazy on the spot.

Fortunately all is over.

Chen Daojun even vaguely felt that with the birth of the child and the recovery of her husband and herself, the future of their small family will definitely get better and better...

Because of the strange omen that came that day, Murong Quan had some strange expectations for Murong Fu.

But as Murong Fu grew up day by day, Murong Quan felt that some of his expectations might come to nothing.

Because the kid doesn't seem very smart.

He didn't start to speak until he was two years old, and he couldn't speak a complete sentence until he was three years old.

He is usually quiet, without the vivacity of a toddler. If he is not disturbed, he can even sit on the small bench and watch the ants move the insects all day long.

Both Murong Quan and Chen Daojun were a little worried about the child's dumbfounded appearance.

Fortunately, although the child is a bit stunned, he is very obedient and never runs around causing trouble. When adults ask him to help with something, he can always do it seriously. , Murong Quan was quite pleased.

There is another thing that makes Murong Quan even more gratified. Since confinement, his wife's body has become healthier day by day, and for several years in a row, she has never had even a minor illness.

This made Murong Quan believe even more in the "green energy" he saw that night.

If it weren't for God's will, how could his wife, who had been weak and sick since childhood, really fulfill his wish to name the child "Fu" and gradually become so healthy after escaping the death gate of two dead bodies?
When Murong Fu was five years old, Murong Quan began to teach him to read.

The two families are farming and studying heirs, and Murong Quan and his old Taishan both have fame as scholars.

Of course, Weng and his son-in-law were not very lucky in the two imperial examinations.

Lao Taishan was admitted as a scholar in his teens, and he was still an old scholar until his death from the epidemic. The biggest regret in his life was that he failed to win the exam and honored his ancestors.

Murong Quan also passed the provincial examination twice, but also failed.

Now Murong Quan works as a private school teacher, and while teaching Mengtong children to read, he continues to prepare for the provincial examination.

The family has more than ten acres of paddy fields and rents them out to tenants. Chen Daojun also has exquisite weaving skills, and his family business can be considered well-off in the countryside.

Murong Quan himself wanted to continue the imperial examination, and at the same time he also hoped that his son could study in the imperial examination, so he personally enlightened him when he was five years old.

The result, of course, is indescribable.

Murong Fu is very serious about his studies, and he is willing to work hard to memorize them by rote, but his memory and comprehension are so true that people shake their heads.

After teaching his son for a year, Murong Quan had to admit that with his son's talent for reading, he might not even be able to pass the boy's exam, or even be a scholar.

It doesn't matter if he can't study well, what worries Murong Quan is that his son seems to be very interested in martial arts.

At the beginning, I just loved to watch the show. Whenever there was a performer coming to the town to perform, Murong Fu would always rush to watch and watch the show quietly.

When he was six years old, he made a request to his father for the first time.

He wants a wooden knife...

Although his son was a bit stunned, he was obedient and obedient since he was a child, and he never asked for anything, so Murong Quan obeyed him, and asked a carpenter to imitate the style of Yanling Saber, make a small wooden knife, and also made a scabbard according to his son's request. .

After getting this small wooden knife, Murong Fu began to practice it decently by himself.

Every day I hold a small wooden knife, stand in the yard, draw the knife against the air, swing it, and put it away.

Every year after that, on his birthday, Murong Fu's wish is to get a new wooden knife suitable for his height and arm length.

Murong Quan never refused.

But this does not mean that he approves of his son practicing martial arts.

In today's Ming Dynasty, everything is low-grade, only reading is high.

What is a warrior?
Even if he can become the general of the army, he is just a lackey of the elders of Chaozhong Pavilion.

So Murong Quan never stopped his son from practicing knives by himself, but he also didn't take him to find a martial artist to learn martial arts.

In Murong Quan's view, martial arts is the same as studying, and one must be taught by a famous teacher in order to achieve success.

The son draws his sword and swings it against the air all day long, even if he practices this hand, he can't do anything well.

However, he was amazed by his son's perseverance.

From the age of six, he drew his sword and swung it a thousand times a day.

After that, for every one year older, one thousand times of drawing and swinging the sword will be added.

After the age of ten, he drew and swung his sword ten thousand times a day.

Three nines in winter and three days in summer, rain or shine, there is never a day without a break.

Murong Quan was amazed by this great perseverance, and felt a little regretful in his heart, so when Murong Fu was ten years old, he offered to take him to the martial arts hall in the county to find a martial artist to learn from him.

But Murong Fu refused, claiming that no one can be his martial arts teacher.

The child's wild words made Murong Quan laugh, but he followed the good advice, did not take him to the martial arts school in the county town, just let his son eat as much as possible--the family is only well-off, and can't afford much meat, but Yueqing is near the sea, and seafood is abundant It is also cheap, and you can still guarantee that you can eat fish, shrimp and shellfish every day.The family also raises chickens, and they can eat eggs every now and then.

Chen Daojun was also worried that his son would practice blindly by himself and his body would be damaged, but Murong Quan comforted his wife after long-term observation. Although his son was dumb, he was actually handsome. Rules, there will be no problems.

Well, the main reason why Murong Quan is so open-minded is because of the "blue air from the sky" that night.

Although his son is not smart and fails to study well, with this perseverance alone, Murong Quan firmly believes that his eldest son will be extraordinary and will have great achievements in the future.

That's right, Murong Fu is no longer his only son.

When he was eight years old, his mother Chen Daojun gave birth to another pair of twins, named Murongying and Murongyun. They were healthy and beautiful children, and they were very smart and lively, completely different from Murongfu.

Although the two youngest sons are smarter than the eldest son, neither Murong Quan nor Chen Daojun favored the youngest son and daughter because of this, they still cared a little bit more for Murong Fu, and even showed a preference for him.

After all, Murong Fu is the witness to the resurrection of this small family, and also the unicorn who brought miracles.

……

In the blink of an eye, several years have passed.

A misty morning.

A handsome young man dressed plainly but clean and tidy, with a similar face, only thirteen or fourteen years old, but a head taller than his peers, with fair skin and engraved facial features, was holding a sheathed wooden knife in the shape of a goose feather knife, Walk towards the outside of the town.

Several half-grown teenagers playing at the entrance of the town saw them and shouted one after another:
"Murong Fu, are you going to practice swords in the woods again?"

"Murong Fu, when will you be able to get a real knife? Wooden knives can't cut people to death!"

"Give back the wooden knife with a scabbard... Murong Fu is really a fool, right?"

"Haha, my uncle works as a bodyguard in the Fucheng Bodyguard Bureau, and he knows a lot about travels. He told me that the really powerful martial arts masters all use swords. Like the Wuyue Sword School and the Qingcheng School, they all use swords. And A long time ago, there was a senior bodyguard surnamed Lin who was invincible in swordsmanship. As for the masters of swords, there is no one, they are all just young men! The ones who rush to the front and die the fastest."

"It turns out that Murong Fu wanted to be the little guy who rushes ahead to die!"

The entrance of the town was full of cheerful air, Murong Fu, who was carrying a wooden knife, seemed not to hear the laughter of the half-grown teenagers, his face was calm, his eyes calmly walked out of the town, and went to the small forest in the middle of the mountain not far away.

Walking around in the woods for a while, when he came to a big tree, Murong Fu stopped, took off his coat, folded it neatly and put it on a clean stone next to him, wearing only a pair of jackets , showing broad and solid shoulders, and arms with clear and smooth muscles.

Then he turned his back to the big tree, took a half step forward with his right foot, pressed the sheath with his left hand, held the handle with his right, drew the saber, swung the saber, retracted the saber, drew the saber again, swung the saber, retracted the saber...and repeated this action repeatedly.

Every time he drew and swung the saber, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. When the bladeless wooden saber pierced through the air, it made a sharp sound of piercing through the air.

Although he seems to have swung the saber with all his might, the boy's movement of withdrawing the saber did not slow down a bit because the saber was too full of force.

Every time he swings the knife obliquely to the end, the boy twists his wrist lightly, and the wooden knife, which is heavier than the steel knife, is like a piece of light feather. After that, the knife was put back into the sheath, and the movement was extremely precise, smooth and silky.After that, he repeatedly drew his sword and swung his sword...

In this way, from early morning to noon, the young man swung the knife thousands of times without stopping until his skin became red all over his body, he was sweating profusely, and steam came out of his head continuously.

After the six thousandth swing of the knife.

Murong Fu put the saber back into its sheath, suddenly calmed down, pressed the scabbard with his left hand, held the handle with his right, closed his eyes, as if he was quietly feeling something.

Suddenly, the young man twisted his waist violently, turned around quickly, and at the same time, the hand holding the knife moved suddenly, a black light suddenly appeared between the arms, and there was a fierce and shrill wind whistling sound.

Snapped!
Amidst the crackling sound, blood spattered, and a snake head like a soldering iron flew out in a whirl. At the same time, a headless snake body fell to the boy's feet, struggling and convulsing, dead but not stiff.

But just at that moment, a poisonous snake fell from the big tree behind him, and he beheaded it with a wooden knife.

Murong Fu picked up the poisonous snake corpse with a wooden knife, and looked at the wound on the broken neck.

The wound was in the shape of a burst, and it was not as smooth as a blade, but this was not surprising. The weapon in his hand was, after all, a blunt, edgeless wooden knife.

However, if this kind of strength is cut on the vital points such as the neck, temples, and back of the head...

The young man whispered to himself: "Wooden knives can also kill people."

At this time, two childish voices came from a distance:
"Brother, let's go home for dinner!"

"Brother, mother told us to call you home for dinner!"

"heard it."

Murong Fu responded, shook the tip of the knife, threw the snake carcass into the bushes, picked up a lump of soil, wiped off the blood stains on the tip and blade of the knife, wiped it with leaves, and then put the knife back into its sheath , picked up his coat, put it on, and walked towards the way he came.

Walking forward for more than ten feet, bypassing a few bushes of thorns, I saw two little boys with double buns, who were born in pink and jade carvings, standing on the road holding hands, looking towards me on tiptoe.

Seeing myself, the two children who were only five or six years old waved at the same time:

"Brother, we are here!"

The corners of Murong Fu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

These two children are exactly his twin siblings, Murong Ying and Murong Yun.

Murong Fu strode over, and the two little ones came bouncing towards him. Murong Ying raised her hand to grab the wooden knife in his hand, but Murong Fu gave him a light knock, and then rubbed the two little ones on the forehead , said:

"Let's go back."

Inserting the wooden knife into the belt, one in each hand, easily picked up the two little guys, and set foot on the way home.

"Brother, make me a small wooden knife anytime."

"When you turn six years old, big brother will make one for you."

"I want me too!"

"Okay, make one for Yun'er too."

"Brother, why do you practice swords every day!"

"Practice your skills and beat bad people."

"Is it the person who bullied us?"

"Well. Whoever dares to bully Ying'er, Yun'er, father and mother, the eldest brother will beat anyone."

"Is the eldest brother also fighting Japanese pirates?"

"Yes. If Japanese pirates come, beat them too."

"Brother, can you defeat the Japanese pirates? I heard that the Japanese pirates are very fierce."

"Second brother idiot, why can't elder brother beat the Japanese pirates? I heard that the Japanese pirates are small and only a little taller than us. The elder brother is so tall and strong, he can beat the dwarf to the ground with one slap!"

"But, I heard that the dwarf has real knives and guns..."

"Hmph, anyway, they can't beat Big Brother..."

Talking and laughing with the two little guys all the way back home, and didn't put down the siblings until they entered their own yard.

The smell of meat could already be smelled in the courtyard, and the two little guys ran into the house, shouting: "Oh, eat meat!"

Murong Fu followed in and said to the woman at the dining table: "Mother, I'm back."

Chen Daojun turned to look at him, and said softly, "I'm sweating from practice again, go to the kitchen and get some water to wash it off, I've boiled hot water for you on the stove."

"Thank you ma'am."

Murong Fu thanked him, and walked towards the back kitchen, just two steps away, he heard the soft sound of chopsticks hitting the back of his hand, but it was Murong Ying who was greedy, took advantage of her mother's turn to talk to her elder brother, and grabbed the meat with her hands, but I was caught by my mother and knocked her chopsticks unceremoniously.

Seeing the little brother grinning, and the little girl's cute face shy and gleeful, Murong Fu smiled again, and went into the kitchen to fetch water.

There are only four people at the dinner table today.

His father, Murong Quan, set off for the Hangzhou Mansion at the beginning of the month to catch up on the exam. It was the sixth time in his life that he took the Qiuwei Township Examination. According to him, this time he was very sure of passing the exam.These days, my mother would take the Murong Fu brothers and sisters every night to burn incense on the spiritual tablets of the two ancestors, and beg the ancestors to bless Murong Quan High School.

Murong Fu felt that offering incense to the ancestors was not very reliable.

Because my grandfather, who is Murong Quan's father-in-law, is also receiving incense now. The old grandfather has been in the exam all his life, but he is still a down-and-out scholar. I asked him to bless his father in the exam. It is true that he worshiped the wrong Bodhisattva.

But Murong Fu didn't say anything.

What if my father really wins the exam?

From then on, he will be the master of Juren, honoring his ancestors.

During the meal, the mother gave Murong Fu most of the meat, Murong Ying and Murong Yun shared the rest, and she only scoured some broth for herself.

Murong Fu was not polite to her, he knew it was impossible to be polite, no matter his mother or father, they always wanted to give him the best, and he was even better than his younger siblings.

My father insisted on taking the scientific examination. At the age of 37, he still rushed to the examination with the young people in Wenzhou Prefecture. He also wanted to pass the examination and create a better life for Murong Fu.

After all, besides practicing swordsman, Murong Fu can't do this or that. It seems that he will have problems supporting himself in the future.

After eating, Murong Fu played with his younger siblings in the yard for a while, after eating away his appetite, he planned to go to the woods to practice knives.

Now he draws his sword and swings his sword 1 times a day. He has only practiced halfway today, and he has to practice all afternoon again.

Before he could go out, he suddenly heard two crisp sounds like firecrackers, and then there was a noise from the direction of the town entrance, as if many people were running wildly at the same time, and he could vaguely hear someone shouting:
"It's the Japanese pirates! The Japanese pirates are here! God, why are the damn Japanese pirates here!"

Then, there was a rush of gongs, and the old watchman in the town shouted heart-piercingly with a broken gong voice:

"The Japanese pirates are coming! Fuck you, old and young! Girls and ladies, hide!"

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(End of this chapter)