I, Murong Fu, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 7 007, Burn Duan Yu?How cruel!
"Boatman, this little monk is a good friend of Mr. Murong Bo, the Patriarch of the Murong Clan in Gusu. He wants to go to Sanhe Village to pay homage to his old friend! If you know where Sanhe Village is, you might as well give us a ride. I will be very grateful!"

When the boat swung away from the blue waves and sailed leisurely towards the shore, Jiumozhi shouted again.

He is the Tubo national teacher, the Great Wheel Ming King, and he is also in his 40s, but no matter who he faces, he always calls himself a "little monk" to show his humility.

Of course, the actual style is another matter.

When Abi heard him shouting, she gave a little surprise, and said in surprise:
"Is the great monk actually a friend of the old Patriarch? He came to pay homage to the old Patriarch?"

Murong Fu smiled lightly and said:

"Perhaps. Maybe, he brought a sincere sacrifice."

While speaking, he took off the bamboo hat on his face, got up and sat cross-legged on the bow, and looked at the four people on the shore.

Among the four, the most eye-catching one is Jiumozhi.

He was dressed in a yellow robe, his face was radiant, and there seemed to be a faint stream of precious light, just like bright jewels and jade, naturally shining, he looked like an eminent monk, no wonder he was worshiped as a national teacher by the king of Tubo.

The young man in green shirt beside Jiumozhi looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, handsome in appearance and gentle in temperament, obviously it was Duan Yu.

As for the other two wearing filial piety clothes, one is a tall middle-aged man with a dignified appearance, and the other is a short and thin old man who looks like a consumptive ghost.Murong Fu didn't remember who these two people were, he only guessed from their clothes that these two people really came to seek revenge from Murong's family.

In fact, speaking seriously, except for the death of Ma Dayuan, the beggar gang, which had nothing to do with the Murong family, the other few people who died due to their famous stunts seemed to have been killed by the Murong family.

Not surprisingly, the murderer should be Murong Bo.

Thinking of Murong Bo, Murong Fu felt a shock in his heart.

Murong Bo claims to be very clever, but in fact he is very smart.But anyone with a bit of political wisdom and a little understanding of rebellion strategies, how could they come up with the genius idea of ​​using disputes among martial arts figures to provoke a war between two great powers?
It's all right to come up with such a mysterious plan, what will Murong Bo do after that?
He faked his death and went to Shaolin Temple to secretly learn martial arts!
He also claimed to raise funds for rebellion and rob everywhere.It's nothing more than a robbery, but also use the method of "returning the other's way, return the other's body" to rob, for fear that others will not know that Gusu Murong did it.

A person who is determined to restore the country does not study military strategy, political training, astronomy and geography...

Fake death and escape from the world, keep her name incognito for more than 20 years, don't want her family anymore, and her son doesn't teach her anymore, so she went to learn martial arts secretly?
Using the Murong family's means of fame to "secretly" rob?Make fewer friends and make more enemies?
You are a fucking genius!

More than 20 years of good time, no farming, no military training, no business contacts to expand influence, wooing and corrupting Song Dynasty officials, but secretly stealing martial arts and robbing money...

Studying and taking the imperial examination, and even relying on martial arts and spending money to find a petty official like a "secretary officer" and earn a title like "Timely Rain" in the world are more reliable than this!
The direction is wrong, the harder you work, the more it looks like a joke.

In short, Murong Fu owes no respect to Murong Bo——

Don't say that he is not the original Murong Fu, even if it is the original Murong Fu, Murong Bo cheated to death when he was still a child, and he has no kindness to raise him, he is really not worthy of being a father.

As for the future...

Anyway, Murong Fu has already made up his mind, wherever Murong Bo is, he will never appear there.

Since you have abandoned your wife and children and feigned death for more than 20 years, let's continue as always and never see each other again!

With Murong Fu's ability, as long as he is willing, even if Murong Bo lives next door to him, he will never be able to see him.

While her mind was wandering, Abi was already paddling a small boat, approaching the shore.

Duan Yu, who was originally looking downcast, saw the pretty and charming Abi with snowy skin, his eyes lit up, and he became a little more energetic.

The two unknown people in filial piety clothes with resentful expressions couldn't help looking at Abi more, and the resentment in their eyes eased a little.

But Jiumozhi's eyes were devoid of color, he only paid tithes, and said to Murong Fu and Abi:
"Amitabha, the little monk Jiumozhi wants to go to Sanhe Village, but he doesn't know where it is. I wonder if the two of you can give me some pointers?"

Abi put down the oars, didn't speak, and stood behind Murong Fu obediently and gracefully.

Murong Fu took off his bamboo hat, stood up, returned the gift, and said with a smile:
"I've heard the name of King Dalun Ming for a long time, and I, Murong Fu, is the current owner of Canhe Village. I'm paying respects to King Dalun Ming!"

Hearing his self-reported name, the two unknown people in filial piety immediately stared at him resentfully, their eyes full of hatred.

Duan Yu also looked at Murong Fu curiously, thinking that this is the Gusu Murong who "returns the other's way and gives back to him"?

Why doesn't he look like a martial arts man, but like a gentle and refined scholar from aristocratic family?

Jiumozhi was pleasantly surprised:
"My son's name is Murong Fu? Could it be Mr. Murong Bo's son?"

Murong Fu endured the shock when he heard the name "Murong Bo", nodded with a smile, "Exactly."

"So it was Mr. Murong in person."

Jiumozhi paid another tithe and said with a smile:

"The little monk has been searching for Hezhuang for a long time. Fortunately, his hard work paid off. Finally, the little monk got a chance and met Mr. Murong. To be honest, the little monk came here to fulfill his promise. I also hope that Mr. Murong will take the little monk to Canhezhuang Let's pay homage to Mr. Murong's grave."

"Practice the promise?" Murong Fu was surprised, "I don't know what the promise between King Dalun Ming and his late father is? There is actually King Lao Ming who traveled thousands of miles to come to Gusu from Tubo?"

Jiumozhi sighed softly, and the color of reminiscence appeared in his eyes:

"The little monk met Mr. Murong back then, made friends, and talked about contemporary martial arts. Mr. Murong highly praised the 'Six Meridians Sword' of Tianlong Temple in Dali, and regretted not being able to worship it. The little monk is far away in Tibet. The news is blocked, since I left Mr. Murong, I haven't heard from Mr. Murong for many years. Until recently, I heard that Mr. Murong had passed away for many years...

"My bosom friend passed away early, and the little monk was very sad. In order to repay his bosom friend, I went to Tianlong Temple in Dali to ask for the sword manual of the 'Six Meridians Divine Sword', and planned to burn it in front of Mr. Murong's tomb as a sacrifice. I didn't expect... Tianlong Temple would be so kind to the little monk. The misunderstanding was deep, even though the young monk rewarded him with several Shaolin 72 unique skills, he was unwilling to lend the sword manual, and even burned the sword manual.

"Fortunately, before the monks in Tianlong Temple burned the sword manual, they had already given the sword manual to the benefactor Duan to read and write down. In desperation, the monk had no choice but to arrest the benefactor, and wanted to burn it in front of Mr. Murong's tomb. It's time to sacrifice."

Hearing his words, Abi couldn't help being surprised and astonished. It was hard to believe in her heart that such a dignified monk could say the words of burning a large living person as a sacrifice as if nothing had happened. Come.

The two unknown people in filial piety clothes were also shocked and moved, they averted their gaze from Murong Fu, moved away a few steps calmly, and kept a distance from Jiumozhi.

Duan Yu knew Jiumozhi's plan early on, and said with a wry smile:

"Dalun Mingwang, you are a world-renowned eminent monk, how can you do such a cruel thing? How can you have the slightest compassion of a Buddhist disciple?"

Murong Fu knew that although Jiumozhi was too greedy, his attachment to martial arts was astonishingly strong, his actions were insidious, cunning, and unscrupulous, he never killed anyone, and he never killed anyone even though he had the upper hand. "The statement is just to scare him.

Of course Murong Fu wouldn't expose it, he just frowned and objected:

"Burning this Young Master Duan alive? Isn't that too cruel?"

Duan Yu immediately nodded his head:

"That's right, Mr. Murong is right. Burning me as a sacrifice is indeed too cruel. Buddhist scriptures say..."

Murong Fu interrupted him:

"Hasn't Mr. Duan memorized the sword manual of the Six Meridians Excalibur? How about this? I have a secret technique that allows people to confide their secrets obediently. Why don't I use this secret technique on Mr. Duan and let him write down the sword manual silently?" come out?
"Although this technique has minor side effects, once you undergo this technique, you may suffer from migraines for the rest of your life, or at worst, you will lose your wisdom and become blind and foolish. But as long as it can save Mr. Duan's life, I think he is willing to accept it."

(End of this chapter)