Gusu South Murong

The silver-white moonlight shines on the ground, and there are crickets chirping everywhere.The aroma of the night permeates the air, weaving into a soft net, covering all the scenery in it.What the eyes touch is covered with this soft net, every plant and tree is not as realistic as in the daytime, they all have blurred and illusory colors, each of which hides its delicateness All of them keep their secrets, which makes people feel like a dream.

The moon crows.

At this time, the young man opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief against the cold wind, and suddenly shouted: "A mere second-rate warrior can stop me? Let me open it." The sword was like a whip on the stone, and then the huge bluestone exploded, and the debris covered the young man's body. In the howling mountain wind, the young man lightly patted the dust on his body, and murmured: "Second-rate warrior, finally Breakthrough!" Then the young man's tone became agitated, and he said frantically, "What about second-rate warriors? Haha, Murong Fu, Murong Fu, why do you always bury your suffering in your heart? Why do you live so lonely? Why? You have never felt a trace of happiness? Murong Fu, what is your life like? Could it be that Wang Tu Baye is your real motivation?"

There was a bitter smile on the corner of the young man's mouth. He shook his head and looked at his hand. Looking at the right hand that was leaking profuse blood from the tiger's mouth, the young man clenched his fist tightly, and his nails had already penetrated deeply into the flesh, but he It didn't seem to hurt at all.

The young man's name is Murong Fu, yes, a very familiar name. At the same time, he has another identity, which comes from a later life. When he woke up a month ago, he found that he was actually Murong Fu. For the name Murong Fu, I believe No one will be unfamiliar.

He is the only Gusu Nan Murong among the younger generation of Tianlong Babu who can be as famous as Xiao Feng. His life is full of failures, but he is not defeated by failures. His self-confidence is destroyed again and again, and finally , He is crazy, a generation of Gusu Nan Murong, just that crazy.

He and Xiao Feng had a similar fate, the same parental death, the same leader of the younger generation, known as Nan Murong and Bei Qiaofeng, but Qiao Feng had two masters who taught him wholeheartedly, even under the leadership of his master Beggar Gang. Under the guidance of Wang Jiantong, he learned the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, while Murong Fu only had a few family traditions, but no one taught him. In the name, but I don't know that those so-called hundred schools of martial arts are just mediocre, resulting in the last family's unique learning skills. In this world dominated by martial arts, Murong Fu's ending can be imagined.

He is personable, like a son of a turbid family, and Xu Zhu is just an ugly monk who is dumbfounded, he even gave up everything, his cousin who loves him so much, to pursue the so-called Princess Xixia, but Xu Zhu has already been the default candidate, Murong Fu narrated his so-called happiness there like a clown.

He is the descendant of the Xianbei nobleman Murong, but he is just a down-and-out grandson of the emperor, and Duan Yu is the authentic son of the Dali Kingdom. But Duan Yu, playing around, doing nothing, willful and mischievous, but abandoned the throne that is at his fingertips like a scrap.

Is this a joke God gave him?Era produces talents, and in every era, there will be protagonists and supporting roles. However, in his era, there are three protagonists. There will inevitably be one after another contest between the protagonist and supporting roles. Zhan three people, so his ending is tragic.

Murong Fu is lonely, Deng Baichuan, Feng Zuo, Bao BuTong, and Gongye Gan. Although the four great officials are very loyal to the Murong family, they may not really understand this young master. Murong Fu hides his loneliness under his handsome appearance Sensitive heart, on Murong Fu's not necessarily strong shoulders, the burden is too heavy, too heavy.

After exhausting all his talents and strength, Murong Fu went crazy. Many people took it for granted that Murong Fu went crazy. They never thought about the dullness and pain of Murong Fu's life. They only knew that Murong Fu was It's their own fault, they only know that Murong Fu is to blame.

Murong Fu has indescribable suffering, he has never said it, because it has his dignity, he has the arrogance that belongs to the Dayan royal family, as long as he can succeed, no matter how hard it is, he will feel it is worth it, Wang Tuxiong, hate Love in the sea, can anyone see clearly?

"You once said that real happiness is in the future, not in the past. On a certain day in the future, even if it is on a certain day in the future, you really succeeded in reviving Dayan, so what? Without the cousin who loves me so much, Without the four loyal and loyal ministers, there are some, just sitting alone on the dragon chair, can that kind of loneliness make you truly happy?" Murong Fu murmured while holding the long sword in his hand.

A line of tears flowed from Murong Fu's eyes, even if he is no longer the crazy Nan Murong he used to be, men would also shed tears, but before he was sad, Murong Fu's heart was full of mixed feelings at this moment, he didn't know what it was like, finger Subconsciously, he touched the clothes he had put aside. There was a concise royal family file hidden there, which symbolized the glory and mission of the Murong family. Murong Fu had put this royal family and the imperial jade seal on his chest close to his chest since he was a child. The beating, the passion of restoring the country and the surging burning of young blood made him crazy and intoxicated.

Although it has only been half a month since he became Murong Fu, he, who completely inherited Murong Fu's memory, deeply felt Murong Fu's loneliness. Picking up the wine jar, he raised his neck and drank it dry. At this moment, Murong Fu, who was in a miserable mood, drank it without hesitation, even if it was poisonous wine or poison.

With a deep breath, he drank up a jar of wine and threw it behind him. After venting, Murong Fu, who was still feeling uneasy, picked up two more jars, bowed left and right, regardless of whether he could swallow them all, and the wine slid straight down from the top.

Throwing two altars of fine wine on the ground, Murong Fu didn't care about the embarrassment on his body, continued to pick up the fine wine beside him, and gulped it down, Murong Fu's eyes flashed bitterness: "This night, let me indulge myself, just ask Get drunk!

At this moment, he is no longer Gusu Nan Murong, he is no longer the handsome son-in-law, he is just the identity of the people in the future, respect Murong for another cup, others hate you, everyone does not understand me, I understand you, you Your suffering, your ignorance, your arrogance, your love, this life, let me rewrite it.

This time, I respect you!Just let us get drunk, Murong Fu.

I don't know how long it took, Murong Fu felt that all the fine wine beside him had been drunk, and he was very drunk in an instant. In fact, before that, he was just holding his breath and forced himself to drink it. Now, the wine has been drained, unprecedented. The drunkenness swept over.

The son is drunk, Murong Fu!