Gusu South Murong

()Suddenly, Murong Fu's body trembled unconsciously, and then he frowned. After calming down his trembling body, Murong Fu suddenly discovered that the latent consciousness had actually affected him at this moment. Father still has deep obsessions.

Although the night is dim at this moment, the gray-clothed monk on the opposite side looks a bit blurry, but after the exchange of glances, Murong Fu clearly understands that this outfit, this figure, is indeed his father, Murong Fu Bo!

The two just looked at each other like this, without saying a word, after a long time, a smile flashed across Murong Bo's eyes, as if he was trying to make a comparison, he stretched out his index finger, and Ling Xu nodded, pointing to the wind, it was Murong duplicate location.

When Murong Fu saw Murong Bo's finger, he sighed slightly, how could he not know what he was thinking?Immediately, he raised his right hand, retracted it, and then suddenly flexed his fingers, and the fingers popped out.

"puff!"

Two almost invisible finger forces, like wind and thunder, like fire and electricity, carried a fierce, terrifying, publicity, and domineering momentum, they slammed together fiercely, and with a bang, they collided in the air. The finger force splashed in all directions, and the remaining finger force shot in all directions, causing stone chips to fly around.

Murong Bo let out a long laugh, stood up, and laughed loudly: "What a Gusu Nan Murong! You really deserve your reputation! You didn't disgrace Gusu Murong, not bad, not bad, not bad!"

Looking at the old figure in Shaolin monk's robes, he remained silent for a long time. After a while, Murong Fu smiled, raised his head, and gradually closed his eyes. A soft voice, with an unquestionable tone, came out slowly. : "Since you used the joint finger, you are ready to recognize me?"

Hearing Murong Fu's plain words, a smile appeared on Murong Bo's face, he nodded lightly, and then said with a smile: "Thinking about it, you can guess who I am, Fu'er, dad is not here Over the years, you have done better than I imagined." She stretched out her hand and pulled off the veil, revealing a beautiful face with long white eyebrows.

Murong Bo took off the mask on his face while watching, Murong Fu slowly said: "Why did you hide the feigned death?" Although Murong Fu knew the reason, but the emotional influence from the past, he still asked.

Murong Bo smiled slightly: "You must know Xiao Feng's life experience, yes, the big villain is me, I sent a false message that day to provoke a big fight between Song, Liao and Wu, so I, Dayan, can profit from it, I Xuanci will inevitably question me after the incident, your father and I have no excuse, I expected Xuanci's character, as long as I die, he will not reveal the truth and damage my reputation after death."

He tilted his head and glanced at Murong Fu who had the same complexion, Murong Bojing couldn't see this son clearly, it seemed that he was not as good as he thought, Murong Fu would recognize himself with surprise, and then he didn't think much about it. He said lightly: "If I die, the reputation of the Murong family will be safe, and my son can continue to restore his great cause. Otherwise, the heroes of the Central Plains will join forces to fight against my Murong family. It’s difficult for a good player to survive on his own, let alone mobilize people to restore the country? But my son is still young, if my son knows that his father’s death is a fake death, it’s inevitable that his feet will be exposed, so he simply concealed it from my son.”

After finishing speaking, Murong Bo was slightly taken aback when he saw that Murong Fu didn't act like a little girl at all, and then an imperceptible look of approval flashed across his eyes, because he himself put the ancestor Xingyan first, Personal feelings are placed second, seeing Murong Fu like this is extremely gratifying.

But how does Murong Bo know that this Murong Fu is not that Murong Fu!

Murong Fu's gaze was fixed on the elegant old man with long white eyebrows, on that already old face, the father who made his predecessor Murong Fu most proud appeared in front of him again at this moment. I can vaguely see some traces of memory!

"Did you ever feel sorry for dying on hold for so many years?" Murong Fu slowly closed his eyes, his deep voice contained a little unconcealable anger. The reason why Murong Fu had such a tragedy, and even ended up insane in the end, was Murong Bo also. It is an unshirkable responsibility!

Murong Bo was stunned when he heard Murong Fu's words, he naturally understood the meaning of Murong Fu's words, thinking of his painstaking efforts, in order to revive Guyan, he would give up everything, destroy his reputation, spread false news, in order to provoke a big fight between Song, Liao and Wu, and from it Taking profit is good for rejuvenating Dayan.

Although all of these failed, he thought it was worthwhile to run around to revive Dayan, and then shook his head and said: "My son is the descendant of my Gusu Murong family, and it is my Murong family's responsibility to restore Dayan." , for the sake of long-term goals, it’s okay to endure temporary grievances!”

Even if this Murong Fu is not that Murong Fu, upon hearing Murong Bo's words, he couldn't help but smile, but his voice was a little slumped, and he pursed his lips tightly: "Do you know how heavy the name Murong Fu is?"

Murong Bo's gaze sharpened sharply, and he said in a deep voice: "Daddy named you, and used the word 'fu', what does that mean? It just wants you to never forget the legacy of your ancestors, and you must be Xingfu Dayan." , Take back the country, don't you, as a descendant of the Murong family, shouldn't you inherit the legacy of your ancestors?"

Murong Fu closed his eyes, and finally opened them again. At this time, Murong Fu is no longer the Murong Fu he was before. To him, the Xingfu Dayan is just passing by, and the emotions in his eyes are restrained by him. To the depths of his heart, but he did not speak.

Staring straight at the straight Murong Bo opposite, he said softly after a long time, "Tell me, have you ever been happy?"

Murong Bo spent his whole life in military service, constantly running for the revival of the Yan Kingdom, it can be said that he has never had any happiness, his life is not at all better than Murong Fu's, his martial arts are superb, his fame is all over the world, and he is famous all over the world. Everyone in the world was in awe of him, and for a time he was overwhelmed by his contemporaries, but in his heart, he had never felt truly happy, so he could only slowly say: "No!"

Murong Bo expected that Murong Fu asked such a question, there must be a deep meaning in it, as expected, but he heard Murong Fu say: "Those famous kings in the past, like Murong Ke, Murong Chui, Murong De, etc., After a hundred years of rushing to create a king's hegemony, didn't they gradually turn into a pinch of loess? The big swallow is in the past, why don't the most important thing be to live in the present? To pursue the ethereal nonsense? ?”

Murong Fu's voice hovered softly in Murong Bo's ear, this voice seemed to have a magical power, when it fell, it made Murong Bo's face full of smiles freeze completely, at this moment The frame freezes, and the breeze blows, leaving Murong Bo with a dull expression on his face.

At this moment, Murong Bo didn't know whether it was Murong Fu who said something wrong, or whether he heard it wrong, but Murong Fu's calm expression was extraordinarily clear at this moment.

The atmosphere of silence shrouded the two people, and this atmosphere lasted for quite a while, before Murong Bo slowly came back to his senses, he turned his head, with an inconceivable look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: " Fu'er, repeat what you just said!" I'm afraid anyone could hear the trace of anger in Murong Bo's voice.

Seeing Murong Bo's reaction, Murong Fu didn't find it strange either, he was originally a descendant, and although he was influenced by Murong Fu's remnant consciousness, he looked down on the father-son relationship very lightly, after all, he is just a magpie's nest If it is the former Murong Fu who is the entry of later generations, he would not dare to disobey Murong Bo's intentions, but unfortunately, it is the former Murong Fu, not him.

Murong Fu turned around, cast his eyes on the sinking Murong Bo, and said lightly: "I understand what I mean, I just want to stay in Canhe Village in this life, and revive Dayan, it's really hard to obey !"

Taking a deep breath, a powerful internal force suddenly surged out from Murong Bo's body, Murong Bo's black shadow suddenly appeared like a ghost, Murong Fu's pupils shrank slightly, and he stood there quietly without any resistance ,like a statue.

Murong Bo slapped Murong Fu's palm and it turned into a grasp, and his body instantly appeared in front of Murong Fu's eyes. Murong Fu stared blankly at him and didn't care much, his right hand grabbed Murong Fu like lightning. go.

"Nizi, you actually said such rebellious words, how can you be worthy of the ancestors of the Murong clan!"

An indifferent voice sounded slowly, and immediately Murong Bo's figure appeared in front of Murong Fu's body. At this moment, his palm was firmly grasping the latter's neck, and as long as he spit out a little bit of internal force, his throat would be broken. !

Murong Fu felt Murong Bo's slightly trembling palm. Obviously, Murong Bo is not in a calm state now. Once he is really furious and vomits his internal energy, Murong Fu might turn into a cold corpse in an instant.

"I'll ask you again, are you really going to be my unworthy descendant of the Murong family?" While speaking, the grip on Murong Fu's throat became tighter and tighter.

"No matter how many times you ask, my answer will still not change!" Murong Fu said flatly, the determination in his voice shocked even Murong Bo.

Murong Bo took a breath slowly, his deep voice resounded loudly in this quiet night like a snarl: "You are in vain a descendant of the Murong family, how can I have such a rebellious son like you?"

Seeing that Murong Fu's complexion was like an ancient well, without the slightest disturbance, Murong Bo frowned, and then a light flashed in his eyes, he glanced at Shenhe Village with deep meaning, and then looked at the man caught by him The pale-faced son, Murong Bo also slowly loosened Murong Fu's neck with his palm, and said: "You want to live in seclusion in Canhe Village, yes, I will help you."

"Cough! Cough!" Breaking away from Murong Bo's restraint, Murong Fu, who had been suppressed for a long time, had a rosy face, coughed violently a few times, and looked down at the murderous Murong Bo on the opposite side, not knowing why he would sudden change of mind