I, Murong Fu, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 40 045, 046, the killing intent has been decided!Super self-healing! [Two in one! 】

Japanese pirates?

Murong Fu's expression froze, he jumped up, stretched his long arms, clasped the eaves of the roof with five fingers and pulled forcefully, and then fell upside down on the roof.

He practiced swords at the age of six, and he has only practiced one move so far, that is, drawing the sword, swinging the sword, and retracting the sword.

Although he has never practiced anything else, but in the process of practicing this move countless times, he has gradually mastered how to integrate the muscles, tendons and even the strength of the skin membrane, and use various methods including but not limited to drawing a knife and slashing. It exploded.

Up to now, he can jump more than a foot high on the spot just by jumping on his toes and arches without bending his knees.Bend your knees and jump vertically, you can jump more than three feet in place, and you can jump more than five feet in the air when you run up.

This data is not the limit, and it is still improving as he grows older, changes in height and physical strength, and his control over strength becomes more precise and proficient.

Murong Fu went up to the roof, took a few strides to reach the ridge, and looked around, he saw a mess at the entrance of the town, with fallen farm tools and lost shoes all over the place.

A group of townspeople were rushing into the town in panic, followed by more than a dozen bandits dressed in strange clothes, who were chasing after them, shouting like sheep, laughing and laughing strangely, and shot arrows from time to time.

They didn't shoot people at the vital points, but only shot at the legs and feet, and shot people to the ground, allowing the wounded to cry and scream, so as to create panic and disintegrate the will of the townspeople to resist.

But until now, no one has been seen responding to the call of the watchmen to stop the pirates.

Murong Fu knew that along the southeast coast, the guards had been abandoned for many years, the military households of the guards who were inherited by fathers and sons were no different from serfs and servants, and the officers of the guards inherited from generation to generation had already become the only ones who only knew how to squeeze the troops under their banners. The rich man of the household.

Even the guards have become this kind of virtue, so how can the people in the countryside be expected to fight against the vicious Japanese pirates?

The people along the southeast coast have not heard of war for a hundred years.

While silently observing the composition of the Japanese pirates and their weapons and equipment, Chen Daojun's trembling call came from below:
"Fu'er, Fu'er!"

Murong Fu looked back, jumped back into the courtyard, and saw his mother was holding Murong Yun in one hand, and Murong Ying in the other, her face was pale, looking around in fear, seeing Murong Fu jumping off the roof, she was immediately relieved , trembled again:

"The pirates are here, and your father is not at home, what should I do?"

With a calm expression, Murong Fu calmly said:
"Mother, don't panic, and close the door tightly, take Ying'er and Yun'er to the woodshed to hide."

"Fu'er, what about you?"

"I'm going to kill the Japanese."

"Don't go!" Chen Daojun yelled in surprise, holding onto Murong Fu's arm tightly, "Killing the Japanese is a matter for the master and the officers and soldiers. How can you kill the Japanese pirates as a child who has not yet reached the crown?"

Murong Fu said helplessly: "Mother, I'm not a child anymore, the twelfth lunar month will be fourteen, I'm taller than you now."

"That won't work either!" Chen Daojun was determined, "The Japanese pirates kill without batting an eyelid. You don't even have a real knife, so how can you fight them? Let the adults go!"

Murong Fu smiled:
"Mother, don't worry, there are only three or five pirates, not worth mentioning."

This was obviously an ambush.

There are more than a dozen Japanese pirates, but there are only three or five real Japanese dressed as ronin.Others may be Koreans or Ming pirates.Murong Fu even saw a black and thin guy with features that looked like Javanese.

But although there are few real Japanese, they are extremely ferocious.

Because at this time the country of Wa was in the so-called Warring States period, and there were ronin warriors who had lost their lords everywhere in the country.Among them are even the daimyos of Kyushu Island, who specially dispatched serving samurai to join the Japanese pirate group in order to raise military expenses for the war.

These ronin and even working warriors are all battle-tested, blood-licking generation, experienced, skilled in martial arts, and extremely brutal and bloodthirsty. They have even been completely obliterated by the war, and there are many people who take pleasure in killing.

The few real Japanese that Murong Fu saw from a distance on the roof before, each of them was holding a bloody human head, although it was intended to intimidate the townspeople with the head, it also proved its ferocity—— Japanese pirates don't decapitate their heads for meritorious deeds. It is meaningless to decapitate their heads. It's just a waste of physical strength and a waste of blade.

But they still want to chop off people's heads, and show off their power with the head, declaring their ferocity.

Fortunately, Chen Daojun didn't see that scene.

Otherwise, she might hug Murong Fu tightly and say nothing to allow him to go.

Even so, at this moment she still grabbed the corner of Murong Fu's clothes and did not let go, anxiously said: "But the pirates..."

"Mother, the pirates have already entered the town, quickly take Ying'er and Yun'er to hide."

Murong Fu couldn't help Chen Daojun's explanation, picked Murong Ying up in his arms, and walked to the woodshed in the backyard.

Chen Daojun had no choice but to hold Murong Yun in his arms, trot to follow Murong Fu closely, and said in repeated voices:

"Fu'er, don't be impulsive. You haven't even killed a chicken since you were a child. How can you fight to the death with the Japanese pirates? Besides, the Japanese pirates are only looking for money. They rob and rob, and they will retreat. We just need to hide stand up……"

Murong Fu didn't say a word, he sent his mother and younger siblings to the woodshed, and helped them hide in the woodpile, then slowly said to his mother who was still clutching the hem of his clothes:
"Mother, let me go. Kill the Japanese, I must go."

"Why do you have to go?"

"Father often taught me the righteousness of our family and the country. Although my child can't study well, I still remember the principles that my father taught me. The two words that I remember most clearly are the two lines of Yue Wumu and Xin Qiji. Thirsty to drink the blood of the Xiongnu', 'A man is as determined as iron, try your hand, heal the cracks in the sky'."

"You...your surname is Murong, originally the surname is Hu..."

"However, he has been integrated into China for more than 1000 years, and he has already become a Chinese. 'Murong' has been included in the hundred family names since the Song Dynasty, and he is ranked with the 'eldest grandson'. Although the child has not memorized all the hundred family names, he still remembers this. Mother, let go, you can't stop me. If I sit and watch the Japanese pirates invade my home and slaughter my neighbors today, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep for the rest of my life."

Chen Daojun bit her lips tightly and looked at the eldest son, but saw that the eldest son was more serious than ever, and his eyes were full of determination and stubbornness.

Tears gradually welled up in his eyes, but the palm that was holding on to the hem of his clothes was slowly released.Chen Daojun's lips trembled twice, and he said in a trembling voice: "Don't be too reckless... Be careful!"

Murong Fu smiled: "Don't worry, mother. In this world, there is no one who can kill me."

After saying that, he raised his hand to touch the heads of Murong Ying and Murong Yun, then strode out of the firewood room and closed the door behind his back.

In the firewood room, Chen Daojun covered his mouth with both hands, holding back his crying. The two children, Murong Ying and Murong Yun, hugged their mother and whispered comfort:
"Mother, don't worry, big brother is very powerful, he can kill Japanese pirates and dwarves with a single slap."

"Yes, mother, elder brother is so strong, he can lift the two of us with one hand..."

Chen Daojun nodded repeatedly, but the tears had already rolled down.

……

"Don't come here! Get out! Get out of the way!"

In a courtyard, the male owner held a wooden stick to protect his wife and children. Although his face was pale and trembling, he still insisted on confronting the three Japanese pirates.

Those three Japanese pirates, one is a disheveled ronin warrior, with a knife in his hand, and his waist is poor. Although his height is less than five feet, his breath is as fierce as a beast. His fierce eyes and bloodthirsty smile are enough to make people who have never seen a murderer before. The benevolent people are palpitating.

The other two pirates, whether they were Ming people or Korean people, stared at the petite mistress with salivating expressions.

This is a tofu vendor, the family is fairly well-to-do, and the hostess does not need to work in the fields. Compared with the peasant women in the fields, she is more fair and beautiful, which will inevitably attract the covetousness of pirates.

The three pirates approached step by step, and they were about to drive the family of three into a corner. The ronin warrior couldn't hold back any longer, and was about to kill someone with his sword. Suddenly, there was a sound of wind on the roof, and Murong Fu rushed like a falcon. Down, the wooden knife in his hand was raised high above the top, and he slashed violently with the momentum of pounce, making a sharp wind howl.

The ronin warrior reacted very quickly, he retreated half a step abruptly, and at the same time swung his saber obliquely, intending to block the saber, but he missed the upper hand in the end, just as the saber was raised halfway, the wooden saber hit the top of his head.

Snapped!
With a crisp explosion, the ronin warrior's spirit burst and his brains splattered.But the human skull is extremely hard, even though Murong Fu smashed his spirit, the wooden knife in his hand was also broken.

However, Murong Fu's face was calm, and he didn't panic. After landing, he bent his knees, and at the same time, his upper body was tilted at a 45-degree angle with the ground. On both palms, he suddenly stabbed out the broken knife.

puff!
Amidst the muffled sound, the half-cut wooden knife with sharp stubble stabbed viciously into the waist of the pirate next to him until it reached the handle.

Then he snatched the Yanling knife from the pirate's hand again, twisted his waist and turned around, swung his backhand, drawing a bright silver arc, and with a soft crack, the head of the last pirate flew high.

When the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, all three pirates died suddenly on the spot.

And this brief burst also made Murong Fuyin feel out of strength—different from usual saber practice, this kind of extremely focused, life-and-death fighting would cause physical strength and energy to be consumed at an unimaginable speed, and even more so. What's more, to kill with a wooden knife, you must do your best and burst out with strength beyond the usual limit, so as to guarantee a one-hit kill.

So even though he only killed three people, and it seemed to be done in one go, Murong Fu still became extremely tired all of a sudden.

But soon, a warm current surged up in his lower abdomen, spreading throughout his body in an instant, making him full of energy and strength in a blink of an eye, as if he had never been consumed.

The same is true of practicing swords for hours. Whenever he is exhausted, there will always be a warm current suddenly appearing from his lower abdomen, washing away his fatigue, and even instantly healing all dark wounds.

From the age of six to the present, I have been practicing high-intensity training every day. If I were an ordinary child, I should have worn myself out long ago.

Not only was Murong Fu not disabled, but he was taller and stronger than his peers, and this warm current is also indisputable.

He knew that he was indeed different.

In fact, as he got older and his physique became stronger, his memory has been gradually recovering since last year.

Now, although there are still a lot of memories that have not been recovered, at least the question of "who am I" is clear to him.

It's just that in this world, his parents are kind and reliable, and his younger siblings are lively and cute. He quite enjoys such a warm family atmosphere, so he didn't make any changes. He still followed the steps and waited patiently for all the memories to be unsealed.

But today, the Japanese slaves entered the bandits, in order to protect his family and kill the Japanese slaves, he had to do something extraordinary.

……

Swiping away the blood stains on the knife, looking at the well-maintained real Yanling knife, Murong Fu nodded in satisfaction, took off the scabbard, put the knife back into the sheath, took the rib of the rogue warrior, and pinned it to his belt. He nodded slightly to the family of three who had already looked dumbfounded:

"Close the doors and windows and hide."

After finishing speaking, he jumped again, put his hands on the eaves, and climbed onto the roof. After that, he lowered his body and sprinted like a civet cat on the continuous roof, and soon set his sights on a group of Japanese pirates.

Although this gang of Japanese pirates only consisted of a dozen or so people, they were extremely arrogant. After rushing into the town, they were actually divided into several gangs, scattered and looted in all directions.

But Murong Fu knew that this was actually not the craziest thing.

Just two years ago, when his memory had not started to recover, it was said that fifty or seventy Japanese pirates rushed into Nanling County in one go, killing people and setting fire in the county.

The [-] reinforcements sent from the three surrounding counties only fired a few arrows from a distance, and they collapsed before the official battle.

It is said that the gang of Japanese pirates fled all the way, fought in eight counties, and even fled to the city of Nanjing at one point.

On the way, he killed a censor who was a Jinshi, a county magistrate who was a man, and killed two commanders and two generals. He repeatedly defeated more with less, and defeated 5000 officers and soldiers in total.

This record is simply appalling.

When he first heard the news, his father, Murong Quan, sighed a lot, feeling that the southeast guardhouse was rotten to the core.

Dozens of Japanese pirates can accomplish this feat, so it's no wonder that just a dozen Japanese pirates dare to scatter and loot in the town.

It's a pity that this group of Japanese pirates had a bad life today and met Murong Fu.

The four Japanese pirates who were targeted by Murong Fu walked in a file in an alleyway, and rushed towards a big house with blue tiles on the opposite side of the alleyway.

Those who can afford to build a big house with green tiles must be wealthy people, and they will surely reap a lot of money if they plunder.

The Japanese pirates are full of the joy of the upcoming harvest, but they don't know that the god of death has already set their sights on them.

The real Japanese who led the way had just rushed out of the alley, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright knife out of the corner of his eye.

The light of the knife was so fast that before Zhenwa had time to react, the cold blade had already cut across his neck.

After that, a figure flew past him like a whirlwind, and rushed towards the three pirates behind him.

There was a short and sharp sound of sharp blades piercing the air and piercing into the flesh.

Soon, there were four more corpses at the entrance of the alley.

"Real knives are different..."

Murong Fu stood in the middle of the falling heads, flicked the blood stains on the blade lightly, and felt that he was chopping off the head of the Japanese pirate, it was really silky smooth, relaxed and comfortable.

Snapped!
A crisp sound of firecrackers suddenly entered my ears.

Murong Fu put the saber back into its sheath, and ran towards the direction where the sound of gunshots came from.When galloping, he simply tapped the ground with his toes, moving as fast as flying, and the sound of his footsteps was as inaudible as a civet cat.

……

Just over half a century old, the gray-haired beaters finally gathered a few young men, armed with hoes, flails, and nails, and launched an attack on a group of Japanese pirates.

It's a pity that they didn't have any rules, and they confronted the Japanese pirates head-on with pure blood and courage. When they were a dozen steps away from the Japanese pirates, the watchman was shot down by a real Japanese arrow, and the other was the fastest and most bloody. Young and strong, he was shot down by a stick-mouthed pirate.

The few remaining young and strong were so frightened that they dropped their farm tools and ran away in embarrassment.

With a cruel smile on the corner of the real Japanese's mouth, he opened his bow again and shot an arrow. The young man who landed at the end was immediately hit by an arrow in the back of his neck and fell to the ground without saying a word.

The Japanese pirates next to him applauded one after another, praising him for his excellent archery skills.

That Zhenwa laughed triumphantly, threw the longbow to the pirate next to him, pulled out the sword and carried it on his shoulder, and swaggered towards the beater who was shot in the chest by his arrow, but did not die on the spot, and was still struggling and convulsing.

He walked up to the beater, raised his foot and kicked the beater's head, straightened his neck, then raised his long knife, and was about to chop off the beater's head.

But before he could swing the knife, he heard a few short muffled groans and the dull sound of a human body falling to the ground.

This was really startled, and when he looked back suddenly, he saw a tall and straight "young man", who was striding towards him while putting his knife back into its sheath.

Behind him, the four companions who were still praising him for his godlike archery just now have all turned into corpses. all over the place.

The corner of Zhenwa's eyes twitched, and his expression suddenly became extremely dignified. When he looked at the "young man" again, he realized that although the man was a whole head taller than him, on his handsome face with profound features, there were clearly some traces of it. Very young and childish.

He is not a youth, just a half-grown boy.

The half-grown boy held the scabbard and looked down at the real Japanese with condescending and extremely contemptuous eyes, as if in his eyes, the real Japanese was just an animal waiting to be slaughtered.

Murong Fu's height and appearance had already deeply hurt the heart of this real woman, but the condescending look in his condescending eyes made the real man's eyes twitch violently.

"How can it be repaired! Don't look down on people, I used to be a samurai with a stone height of one hundred!"

Na Zhenwo roared angrily in Japanese, raised his sword with both hands, and rushed towards Murong Fuji with small and fine steps.

stomping on...

The sound of hurried footsteps came oncoming.

Facing the menacing real Japanese, Murong Fu was calm and unhurried, pressing the scabbard with his left hand and holding the handle with his right, his breath was calm and composed, even giving people a sense of peace and tranquility.

It seems that this place is not a bloody killing field with human heads rolling around, but a quiet garden with deep Zen.

This indistinctly peaceful aura even affected the real Japanese who was rushing towards him, the rhythm of small steps was involuntarily chaotic, and the violent killing intent also inexplicably retreated.

Murong Fu didn't hesitate, at the moment when Zhenwa's footsteps were confused and his killing intent retreated, he stepped forward abruptly, raised his right hand, unsheathed the long saber, and swung a flash of sharp saber light like lightning in a rainy night.

The light of the saber flickered and disappeared, Murong Fu and Zhenwo passed by each other, with a flick of the wrist, the blood dripped off the tip of the saber, put the saber back into the sheath lightly and silkily, and walked towards the beater without looking back.

The real Japanese behind him froze in place, maintaining the posture of raising the knife over the top, and then suddenly collapsed to the ground, and the head rolled out.

Murong Fu didn't look at the results of the battle, but only looked at the batterer who had died, and squatted down halfway in silence, closing his eyes for him.

"Don't worry. I will kill them all and kill them all."

After speaking calmly, Murong Fu stood up, climbed up to the roof again, searched condescendingly, found the trace of the last group of Japanese pirates, and hurried away.

After a while.

A two-entry courtyard with earthen walls and a big house with blue tiles.

A dozen or so corpses lay scattered on the ground, only five of them were Japanese pirates who were beheaded by Murong Fu, and the rest were all corpses of victims who were brutally murdered by Japanese slaves before Murong Fu arrived.

Murong Fu took a breath, listened to the commotion in the room, and was about to enter the room when the half-open door suddenly opened, and a pirate with a blood-stained long knife and a samurai bun appeared at the door with a gloomy expression.

He looked at the corpses of the five Japanese pirates in the yard, and saw that all five of them were killed with a single knife. When he looked at Murong Fu, a half-grown boy, his eyes were already narrowed unconsciously, and he asked in Chinese with a strong accent:
"Which sect in Middle-earth are you a master?"

Murong Fu didn't answer, just raised his knife and walked towards the pirate.

Seeing this, the Japanese pirate grinned grimly, quickly reached into his bosom with his left hand, and found a gun!
Or the flintlock pistol with the hammer already opened!
Murong Fu raised his brows, "Isn't it better than sword skills?"

The Japanese pirates grinned, "This is the art of war of my school! Times have changed, and warriors have long used iron cannons!"

"Alright." Murong Fu nodded, suddenly pulled out the rib cage he had captured like lightning, and threw it at the pirate with shaking hands.

When the saber was just released, there was already a gunshot, Murong Fu dodged sideways, but his shoulder still shook violently, as if hit by an iron hammer.

Murong Fu took half a step back, stabilized his figure, looked at the Japanese pirate, the ribs he threw had been nailed into the Japanese pirate's chest until it reached the handle.

Before dying, the Japanese pirate leaned against the door frame, sat down slowly, stared at Murong Fu with red eyes, grinned grinningly and hissed:
"I, can't live, but you...will die too!"

However, Murong Fu didn't change his face. He raised his hand and tore open the skirt of the wound, and picked up a rib, without disinfecting it. Flesh was picked out.

"No, I used it...and, lead flakes...lead poison..."

As soon as he said this, the Japanese pirates stared wide-eyed, the eyeballs protruding, and the eyes were full of horror, as if seeing ghosts and gods.

Because the wound on Murong Fu's shoulder was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and as the wound quickly healed into a small hole, some small pieces of lead were also forcefully squeezed out.

After a few wisps of dirty blood flowed from the wound, the last small hole was completely healed, and Murong Fu's shoulder was shot, as if there was not even a single scar left!
This is exactly the super self-healing ability brought by "Jetian Ding"!

When Murong Fu was born back then, Chen Daojun, who was supposed to die twice, stopped bleeding immediately, regained his strength, and gave birth to the fetus smoothly. It was Jie Tian Ding that consumed the source, stopped the bleeding, healed her injuries, and restored her vitality.

So far, only Murong Fu can benefit from the origin of Jietian Ding.But at that time Murong Fu was still in Chen Daojun's womb, and the umbilical cord was connected to her Qi and blood, so she was able to receive the treatment of Jie Tian Ding.

Even Chen Daojun can benefit, let alone Murong Fu himself?
As long as the cauldron's source is sufficient, unless Murong Fu is seriously injured at the level of a broken limb, other injuries can be quickly healed by consuming the source!
A small injury like the shoulder has healed after only consuming a dozen or so gray sources.

Even if the intestines are pierced and the stomach is rotten, and the heart and liver are injured, they can still be healed with the white and red essence. Of course, this kind of injury consumes too much, and it can't be hurt.

In fact, even severe injuries at the level of severed limbs can still be directly regenerated with the source of the "golden" level.

But the golden source is too high-end, one golden source is equivalent to 100 million gray sources, the current Murong Fu doesn't even think about it.

"You, don't talk, Wu De..."

The Japanese pirate stared wide-eyed and swallowed his last breath unwillingly.

So far, none of the dozen or so Japanese pirates who entered the town remained, they were all killed by Murong Fu.

At the same time, in front of an inn in Fucheng, Hangzhou, gongs, drums and firecrackers blared, and the announcer shouted loudly:

"Great news-Master Murongquan, Yueqing County, Wenzhou Prefecture, Township Examination High School-No.3-Jingkui!"

　Two in one again today, no more in the afternoon, ask for a ticket!

　　
　
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