Gusu South Murong

The night is like water, very desolate, the cool moonlight pours down, covering the entire mountain range with a layer of light silver gauze, but at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, which is far away from the magnificent ancient thousand-year-old temple, it is extraordinarily quiet , without the hustle and bustle of the day, only the low chirping of birds and beasts remained, which reflected the extraordinarily peaceful and peaceful Shaoshi Mountain.

His eyes were tightly fixed on the sweeping monk, and seeing that the sweeping monk finally stopped denying it, Murong Fu's eyes showed a trace of satisfaction, he turned slightly, glanced at the big hole in the stone, and in the silence of the night, directed at the The sweeping monk with a look of reminiscence shrugged his shoulders irrefutably, but said nothing. After all, it was impossible for Murong Fu to directly tell the sweeping monk that he guessed it based on his actions in the original book.

Therefore, Murong Fu could only answer irrelevant questions, and said softly: "What should I call senior?"

The sweeping monk dispersed the condensed finger strength on his index finger, and sighed: "Forget it, if you don't want to say it, then you can do it! You guessed it right, my surname is indeed Murong, and my name is... " Having said that, he glanced at Murong Fu, and then said: "Murong Xin!"

"Murong Xin?!"

Murong Fu's complexion changed, and he stared fixedly at the haggard, floor-sweeping monk with deep wrinkles like knives, his eyes flashed horror and surprise, although Murong Fu has extremely high self-control at this moment, but at this moment Faced with this sudden answer, he was still a little panicked, because he never thought that the name of the sweeping monk was actually Murong Xin.

"Senior, you...you said your name was Murong Xin?" Murong Fu also looked at the words that suddenly came out of the sweeping monk's mouth in disbelief, although he couldn't believe it.But the sweeping monk's expression told him.His real name is Murong Xin.Therefore, Murong Fu took a deep breath before suppressing the surprise in his heart.

He had thought that the sweeping monk would be a descendant of his Murong family, but now he was extremely surprised when he heard this name!

"Taizu Wenming Emperor Murong Yu, Liezu Emperor Jingzhao Murongjun, Youdi Murongwei, Wucheng Emperor Murongchui, Liezong Huidi Murongbao, Kaifeng Gong Murongxiang, Zhao Wang Muronglin, Zhongzong Zhaowu Emperor Murong Sheng, Zhaowen Emperor Murong Xi," the sweeping monk seemed to see the suspicion in Murong Fu's eyes, and didn't take it seriously.But he mentioned all the ancestors of the Murong family one by one, so as to dispel Murong Fu's doubts.

Then it kept talking about the members of the modern Murong family, and then there was a little unnatural tone in his tone: "Father Murong Longcheng, son Murong Bo!"

Hearing the sudden words of the sweeping monk, Murong Fu's body trembled violently, and the blood circulating in his body suddenly had a strange fluctuation. Why did he lose his composure before? It was because of this name, which exuded an extremely familiar feeling. Feel.

That's right.Murong Xin is the father of Murong Bo, the previous Patriarch of the Murong Clan in Gusu.This is why Murong Fu was so surprised.

In other words, the identity of the sweeping monk is Murong Fu's grandfather, but Murong Xin died when Murong Bo was young, so although Murong Fu thought that the sweeping monk might be Murong Bo's father, he immediately rejected it. That's why Murong Fu was so surprised when he suddenly heard that the sweeping monk said that he was Murong Xin!

After a long time, Murong Fu held back the surprise in his heart, and smiled mischievously, there was no doubt in his heart anymore.

Now that the sweeping monk's identity was released by Murong Fu, he simply didn't run away, and slowly came to Murong Fu, his eyes stayed on Murong Fu, and he said softly: "You are very good, you are really good, you are not as good as me. A responsible grandfather is much better." If you listen carefully, you will find a trace of relief and relief in the voice of the sweeping monk.

Looking at the slightly thin old figure in front of him, Murong Fu also fell silent. Indeed, the floor-sweeping monk faked his death when Murong Bo was a teenager. In this regard, how similar is Murong Bo's approach to the floor-sweeping monk?Because of their irresponsible actions, they created the paranoid Murong Bo and his predecessor Murong Fu.

Both of them climbed step by step from immature teenagers who lost their father to the point where they are now the top masters in the rivers and lakes. The difficult journey is not for outsiders, no matter whether it is Murong Bo or Murong Fu. Well, what they depend on is always themselves.

The Gusu Murong Clan, once prominent and mighty in the world, had left nothing precious to him except for the name of Nan Murong, which they had to protect with their lives. The warmth of family affection is also something out of reach for them.

Murong Fu has experienced this kind of misery, so he also understands how much hardship and hard work he has put in these years. Ordinary people can only see this extraordinary achievement passed down from generation to generation by Nan Murong, but they have forgotten it. Under the achievement, how much bitterness and suffering have been experienced.

Although Murong Bo was obsessed with the dream of rejuvenating Dayan, it is undeniable that he really oppressed himself to the extreme, and even risked his life to get Xiao Feng to send troops to provoke the war between Liao and Song Dynasties. This kind of paranoia is no worse than that of the previous Murong Fu, and the person who is most sorry for the sweeping monk should be Murong Bo.

The muddy eyes of the sweeping monk stared at the brightly lit palaces in the distance, remained silent, and didn't know what he was thinking about. After a long time, the sweeping monk turned around and looked at Murong Fu. I don't know how many winds and frosts I have experienced. With a very haggard and old palm, I patted Murong Fu's head lightly, and said Murong Fu's name in a low voice: "Your name is Murong Fu, Fu, haha, Murong Fu ..."

This old figure with a hoarse voice is more like a repentant old man at the moment. After a while, the sweeping monk finally came to his senses, raised his head, and took a deep breath: "Bo'er, before he died, there is Have no resentment against me?"

When Murong Fu heard what the sweeping monk said, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized it. After thinking about it carefully, at Murong Bo's age, he should be regarded as the year of knowing his destiny. Only Murong Fu knew about the news of Murong Bo's fake death. Knowing that Murong Bo has been in the scripture pavilion for decades, but Murong Bo has never exposed his family's unique knowledge, the sweeping monk will naturally not find out Murong Bo's identity. After all, when the sweeping monk left, Murong Bo was only a teenager, and When Murong Bo hid in the Sutra Pavilion, he was already middle-aged, his appearance and demeanor were completely different, so naturally he would not have known that the man in black was Murong Bo.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu suddenly fell silent, he didn't know how to explain it, after a long time, Murong Fu spoke slowly, his voice was very calm: "Actually he didn't die, it's just that he had to fake his death for some reason! "

The floor-sweeping monk was obviously taken aback, Huo Di raised his head, and said: "Not dead? Impossible, Abbot Shaolin Xuanci personally sent someone to mourn the funeral, could it be..." Obviously, the floor-sweeping monk also thought of something , and then asked: "What about him? Where is he now?"

Murong Fu also wanted to know how Murong Bo was doing now, but unfortunately, he still hadn't found any trace of Murong Bo, and he had no way of knowing about Yuyan and Abi, so how would Murong Fu tell the sweeping monk?At that moment, he could only shake his head and said, "I don't know where he is, but I want to find him more than anyone else!"

Hearing this, the sweeping monk slowly raised his head, looked at the sky, and suddenly turned to Murong Fu, with a hoarse and low voice: "Son, I'm sorry, I owe too much to Murong, and too much to Bo'er..."

Murong Fu looked at the sweeping monk with an extremely complicated expression on his face. He could understand the mood of the sweeping monk. He felt guilty towards Murong Bo and Murong Shi, but Murong Fu still didn't understand why the sweeping monk chose to feign death in the first place. , and could prevent Murong Bo's mother from finding out, and even kept hiding in the Shaolin School. Countless doubts disturbed Murong Fu, and Murong Fu had no choice but to open his mouth.

"Zu...why did you fake your death? Why did you stay in the Shaolin sect? All of this, this..." Halfway through the word grandfather, Murong Fu suddenly stopped, perhaps in his heart It was always because of Murong Fu that he couldn't pass the hurdle, so he didn't want to call him that!

Hearing Murong Fu's words, the sweeping monk's face was a bit complicated, and then he sighed heavily: "I think you must have a lot of doubts? Come with me, this day will come after all, and some things still cannot be avoided!"

Hearing this, Murong Fu's heart also felt a little excited, because he knew that these sudden many questions could finally be solved! (to be continued..)