Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 179
Wu Yazi rested for a while, then called Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan to the front.

Murong Fu wanted to salute Wu Yazi, but was stopped by him.

"Now you are the head of my sect. From now on, all affairs of the Xiaoyao sect will be subject to you. These etiquettes will be waived from now on."

Wu Yazi shook his head and said.

Murong Fu hesitated for a moment, but bowed down: "Although the master is passed down to me, he is still Murong Fu's benefactor. This kind of incense, no matter when and where, can't be changed."

What he said was completely sincere, and there was no routine in it. After all, if Wu Yazi didn't have the Beiming Divine Art left in Wuliang Mountain in Dali, he might still be a second-rate character that doesn't deserve his name.He could only stay in the countryside of Gusu honestly and wait to be tortured to death by Murong Bo.

Wu Yazi smiled, his eyes were full of admiration for Murong Fu, obviously admiring Murong Fu's style of not forgetting his roots.Sudden thought of Ding Chunqiu's wickedness again, he sighed again.

"I won't mention this. When Xinghe and others were here, I didn't say anything. With my current situation, I will go to see the master in half a year at most. So I want to use what I have mastered before then. The Xiaoyao Sect's advanced martial arts are passed on to you two. After I leave in the future, you husband and wife must be of one heart and one mind, and don't create any rift."

When he said these words, his expression was flat, without the slightest fear, resentment, unwillingness and other emotions flowing out, as if what he explained was a very ordinary thing.

For his sake, death is no longer such an unacceptable thing.The so-called life is so happy, and death is so hard. After seeing the vicissitudes of the world, death is just a part of life.

"Grandpa."

Wang Yuyan couldn't help feeling a pain in her heart, she knew that this hard-won family relationship wouldn't stay with her for too long.

Wu Yazi looked at Wang Yuyan's sad expression, and smiled calmly: "Yuyan, don't be sad. Grandpa is already 93 years old now. He has seen all the storms in this world, and there is nothing to regret."

Wu Yazi's eyes froze and he said: "I hope that in the next half a year, Yu Yan and Fuguan can stay here and learn the various magical skills of my Xiaoyao Sect. When my deadline is up, I will I pass on all my skills to you two!"

Murong Fu sighed in his heart.

He knew that Wu Yazi had really reached the point of exhaustion.

He once thought about finding an elixir similar to Black Jade Intermittent Ointment to heal Wu Yazi's injury and restore Wu Yazi's skills. In this way, he would have another one who is suspected to be at the same level as the sweeping monk. Peerless master thigh?
But as Murong Fu's martial arts practice got closer and closer to Wu Yazi's level, Murong Fu knew that his thoughts were tantamount to nonsense.

After Wu Yazi was plotted against by Ding Chunqiu, not only her internal organs were seriously injured beyond recovery, but also her meridians all over her body were broken.

In the words of later generations of medicine, except for the neck and above being unaffected, the organs, veins, and arteries of the whole body were seriously injured beyond recovery. It was the kind of situation that could not survive a day in the best intensive care unit. .

Such an old man who should have hated the Northwest a long time ago can live until now with his profound skills. This kind of situation can only be described as a miracle.

Even if your martial arts are world-class, it's just a passing of the world. After a hundred years, all your achievements will be locked in a pile of barren tombs, and you can tell Baicao.

Suddenly, Murong Fu thought of that time on Leigu Mountain, Su Xinghe mentioned to himself the highest exercise of the Xiaoyao School called "Emperor Liuqi Jue", if one day, he could practice that exercise Wouldn't it be possible to get rid of the shackles of a hundred years of time?

Murong Fu asked Wu Yazi in a slightly trembling voice: "Master, let me ask you. Does our Xiaoyao Sect have a technique called "Emperor Liuqi Jue"?"

Wu Yazi was taken aback for a moment, and then realized: "Is this what Xinghe told you?"

Murong Fu nodded slightly.

Wu Yazi sighed lightly: "Xinghe is troublesome too."

"Xinghe is right. Our Xiaoyao faction does have this kind of exercise, but it is impossible for anyone in this world to be able to practice this exercise!"

"Why? Master!"

Wu Yazi smiled helplessly: "What Xinghe told you should be that this exercise is a fusion of my Xiaoyao Sect's Little Wuxiang Art, the Everlasting Everlasting Changchun Art and my master's Beiming Divine Art?"

"Is not it?"

Murong Fu asked in surprise.

Wu Yazi smiled and said: "It's not that this kind of statement is wrong. But to be precise, the exercises that Xiaoyaozi Patriarch passed on to us brothers and sisters were originally divided from his old man's exercises. In other words, our brothers and sisters each inherited a part of his old man's exercises."

"The old man left a few years after I got started, and he disappeared. It is said that he went to find the legendary fairyland. And our brothers and sisters inherited the legacy of Master Xiaoyaozi, and each held a copy of the exercises. Part of the practice"

"At the beginning, Master Xiaoyaozi discovered the mysterious martial arts left by the predecessors on the stone wall of the Vulture Palace in Tianshan Mountain. Based on this, we founded our Xiaoyao Sect. And the purpose..."

When Wu Yazi said this, a trace of remorse flashed across his face: "I just hope that the position of emperor of the Song Dynasty can return to the lineage of the Emperor Taizu of the Song Dynasty one day!"

"what!"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt exploding in the dark room, even Murong Fu had good concentration, he felt that Wu Yazi's words were too earth-shattering for a while.

But after thinking about it: Compared to the Murong family's goal of rebelling and becoming the emperor, it seems that wanting to change the emperor is not such a treacherous thing, right?

Thinking of this, Murong Fu felt relieved: It's just a change of emperor, a small scene.

Seeing Murong Fu's calm expression, Rao Yi Wu Yazi couldn't help showing surprise on his face.

"You don't seem to be...shocked?"

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Take advantage of the righteousness of the heaven and the earth, guard against the debate of the six qi, and travel endlessly. Since the ultimate pursuit of my Xiaoyaomen is to wander the emptiness without being stuck in things, what is the matter of the emperor in the world?"

Wu Yazi looked up to the sky and laughed three times: "Hahaha, good! good! good! Murong Fu, I did not misread you. You are the most suitable head of Xiaoyao!"

"When Emperor Taizu passed away, there were still four sons alive. The eldest son Teng Wang Zhao Dexiu died early, and the second highness Zhao Dezhao had reached the crown. Logically, the throne of the Song Dynasty should be inherited by the second highness. However, the throne fell to Taizong Zhao Guangyi one line."

Wu Yazi narrates how Xiaoyaozi staged a soul-stirring spiritual support amidst the doubts and temple opposition forces, and finally failed, left his hometown, and created the experience of Xiaoyaopai.

(End of this chapter)