Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 435: Heaven and earth are cruel, free and unrestrained!

After Murong Fu finished speaking, he leaped up from the earth wall amid Wanyan Yingge's exclamation. Wanyan Yingge was frightened. You know, although the wall of this earthen village is not as big as those big cities in the Central Plains, the wall is more than two meters high. Wouldn't he break his leg if he jumped?

However, the next moment Yingge could not help but cover her cherry lips with her bare hands. The imagined scene of Murong Fu falling to the ground did not appear. Wanyan Yingge clearly saw that when Murong Fu's feet were still several feet off the ground, his body suddenly shook, as if a leaf was blown up by the wind, and his sleeves fluttered, and his whole body flew up like a big bird with its wings spread. Murong Fu's left foot stepped backwards in the air like a dragonfly skimming the water, and his body appeared more than ten feet away in a few flashes, and then slowly fell to the ground like a kite that lost the support of the wind.

By the time Wanyan Yingge trotted over to Murong Fu to check on him, Murong Fu had already been waiting there for a long time, calmly and at ease. Not only did he break his leg, but even his clothes were not messed up at all.

"Are you okay?" Wanyan Yingge was still in shock and stared at Murong Fu from head to toe with lingering fear.

Murong Fu knew that his action just now was really shocking, so he smiled embarrassedly: "Nothing, I just realized something just now and tried it out. I didn't expect it to be successful."

Wanyan Yingge couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief and complained, "You scared me to death just now. Don't be so reckless next time! There is a lack of medical care here. If you break your leg, no one will be able to take care of you!"

"Well, if I really broke my leg, would Miss Yingge be willing to take care of me?"

Murong Fu couldn't help but make a few jokes.

Wanyan Yingge blushed, gnashed her teeth, stamped her feet, and said in feigned anger: "You are so smart one moment and so out of tune the next. I, I don't want to pay attention to you anymore!"

Having said that, she didn't feel angry at all, but felt a little sweet. Jurchen women were much bolder than Central Plains women. They were not bound by etiquette and were never reluctant to express their inner feelings. In comparison, Yingge was relatively reserved.

Murong Fu carefully recalled the feeling of soaring into the air just now. He felt as if for a moment he was floating in the air and riding the wind, detached from the world.

No matter how good the Qinggong is, it all depends on the force. To use the force, you need to rely on something. No matter how good your Qinggong is, you can never fly like the immortals in legends. Only the two legendary top Qinggong can achieve similar effects, that is, Shaolin founder Bodhidharma's crossing the river with a reed and Xiaoyao riding the wind, which no one has mastered so far in Xiaoyao Sect.

That kind of state, placed in this world, is probably no different from the gods in the eyes of the world.

At that moment just now, Murong Fu felt as if he had grasped that trace of feeling, which was why he was able to perform such peerless light skills that were as glimpsed as a feather in the sky.

Although it is still a long way from the real freedom and control of the wind, I have finally touched the edge. It is only a matter of time to reach that legendary realm.

Is this the mentality required by the highest Taoist martial arts?

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

The so-called Taoist martial arts, in the final analysis, lies in the word "nothing", so-called "nothing, the name of the beginning of heaven and earth." The way of heaven is constant, it does not exist for Yao, nor does it die for Jie. To achieve the highest level of Taoist martial arts, I am afraid that the mind and character are very different from Confucianism. No wonder Tong Lao and Li Qiushui both behave like lunatics, but their martial arts skills are terrifyingly high, because Taoist martial arts originally emphasizes acting according to one's nature and following the laws of nature.

Ordinary people living in the world are always subject to various constraints, from the common people to the emperors and generals, and there is no such thing as freedom. Perhaps it is impossible to truly practice the martial art of free and easy wind control. After all, how can a flesh-and-blood person be equal to the great way of the world?

While he was thinking, Murong Fu vaguely heard the sound of a large group of people approaching from a few hundred steps away. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart: Could it be that those tribesmen were still determined to attack back?
However, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and in the blink of an eye, a large group of people and horses appeared dozens of steps away. Wanyan Yingge saw the figure on the tall horse in the front from a distance, and couldn't help but cheer: "Second brother and his friends are back. Judging from the situation, they have made a lot of gains this time!"

Murong Fu looked carefully and saw that the person walking leisurely in front was Aguda. He was holding a mace in one hand and a rope in the other. At the front of the rope, a fat figure tied up like a dumpling was desperately kicking his two fat legs under the mace behind him. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot along the way.

Seeing this familiar figure, Murong Fu couldn't help but laugh: Isn't this the silver envoy who was bullying the Wanyan tribe a few days ago? Is this guy so unlucky?
Wanyan Aguda's laughter could be heard from a distance. Following behind him were the people of the Wanyan tribe. Rows of captives, all tied up with ropes, formed a long string. Most of them were children and women, but there were also many strong men. These people would be valuable assets to the victorious Wanyan tribe in the future, so they would not be killed easily. Judging from the number of captives, the scale of this victory was really not small.

"It seems that Brother Aguda has definitely won a great victory this time!"

Wanyan Aguda's smile almost overflowed: "This time, we captured more than 3,000 prisoners, 500 good horses, and countless food. This stupid donkey happened to be in the Wuchun tribe, so I brought him back. Murong, how to deal with it is up to you."

As they were talking, the people who stayed behind in the village heard the noise and rushed over. Seeing that their tribe had won a great victory, they were all delighted and started singing and dancing.

That night, the Wanyan tribe held a grand banquet to celebrate this rare victory.

Murong Fu was unanimously elected as the chief contributor. If he had not organized the old and weak people of the Wanyan tribe to resist the main force of the coalition forces of the three tribes, the entire village would have been a river of blood. Therefore, thousands of people from the Wanyan tribe were grateful to Murong Fu. The Jurchens respected brave warriors and also admired wise men.

Although it was called a banquet, it was actually very simple and rustic. Compared with the Central Plains and the Liao Dynasty, it was not comparable at all. It was nothing more than some muddy wine, and the dishes were also very simple, nothing more than some meat boiled in water with a little salt, and some vegetables pickled with salt. There was also a Jurchen-style staple food, which was half-cooked brown rice sprinkled with dog blood. It tasted fishy and unpleasant, making it difficult to swallow, but it was the best way for the Jurchens to supplement vitamins when vegetables were insufficient in the harsh conditions of ice and snow.

Although the conditions were simple, everyone was very enthusiastic. In fact, such a banquet today was already a rare enjoyment. The strong and healthy Jurchen men came forward to clink glasses with Murong Fu. Murong Fu accepted all the wine and drank it all in one bowl every time. He was very heroic and drew applause. The young Jurchen girls cast admiring glances at this side from time to time, and occasionally whispered a few words, which drew bursts of laughter. Several beautiful Jurchen girls surrounded Yingge, and they were eclipsed by Yingge. And this was where most of the eyes came from.

Aguda shouted loudly: "Everyone, tell me, who is the most courageous warrior in our Wanyan tribe?"

"Murong! Murong!"

The whole village was filled with cheers.

Aguda sat in the second main seat, raised the wooden wine bowl and said loudly to everyone: "Let's drink this bowl of wine together to toast the first warrior of our Wanyan tribe!"

Everyone finished the wine in their bowls, laughing and making noises, and the atmosphere gradually reached a climax. Aguda's face turned stern, and he waved his hand and said, "Bring those people up here!"

At the command, several prisoners who were tied up came up. They knelt down in a row. Some were silent, some had fire in their eyes, and some were shaking like sieves, their legs trembling. They were the leaders of the defeated tribes and the silver medal messenger.

(End of this chapter)