Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

At night, in the hall of Shenhe Village.

The hall of Murong's house is not spacious. If you really want to talk about it, it is not as spacious as the residences of rising stars in the martial arts world such as the so-called "Two Heroes of the You Family".

In the past, Murong Longcheng knew that the situation was decided and he could not fight with his fate. When he was discouraged, he retired to Gusu and founded Shenhe Village with the savings of the Murong family over the generations. In the following years, Murong Longcheng never stepped out of Gusu, and only concentrated on studying the world's martial arts in Shenhe Village. Huan Shi Shui Pavilion was also founded at that time. The original intention of its establishment was that Murong Longcheng wanted to collect the essence of hundreds of martial arts to improve the unique skill of Dou Zhuan Xing Shi which he created. In the hundreds of years after Murong Longcheng, the masters of the Murong family relied on the magical skill of "Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Shi" to create a prestige for the Murong family to "repay others in the same way", and the scale of the Repaying Water Pavilion continued to expand. At that time, the Murong family had never produced a peerless master like Murong Longcheng.

Since Murong Longcheng was born in a transcendent world, he was naturally too lazy to worry about the welcome and farewell in the world. Therefore, the living room of Shenhe Village can only accommodate about ten people. If there are more people, it will become crowded.

At the moment, hundreds of candles illuminate the hall like daylight. These candles are specially made and mixed with rosin, borneol and other precious spices. They will not produce oily smoke when burning, and the air will be filled with a refreshing fragrance. The entire room does not have any luxurious-looking decorations. The brocade pillows placed on the tables and chairs are clean and tidy, not old and not new.

On an ebony table in the middle of the room, a simple guqin occupies the center of the table, and a beautiful ancient zither lies quietly in an inconspicuous corner, just like the beautiful woman behind the table, gentle, gentle, and indifferent. Ming does not argue.

There is an exquisite small red clay stove placed on another table. On the stove is a small Yixing purple clay pot. Even an inexperienced person can tell that it is not extraordinary. The slow fire is teasing the bottom of the pot. The beautiful maid in red served the stove carefully, and occasionally glanced at the young man in green who held a fan in his hand and remained motionless for a long time.

When the tea was ready, the beautiful maid in red gently poured one for the young man in green. The young man in green took it with a smile, thanked him softly, put it to his lips and took a sip, nodded with a smile, and said to Huang beside him. The middle-aged man in shirt said: "Master Xue, please try this new tea."

The other servants in the village were all given three days' leave under A'Zhu's arrangement. At this time, there were only four people including Murong Fu and others in the large Shenhe Village.

The Master Xue in Murong Fu's mouth was naturally referring to Doctor Xue. At this time, Doctor Xue was holding a cup of freshly brewed tea. After hesitating for a long time, he couldn't help but ask Murong Fu: "Master Murong, is it true? Do you want this?"

Murong Fu gently put down the tea bowl and sneered: "This is the first time I meet these nephews. Of course, I have to check the martial arts and character of these nephews for my senior brother. Senior brother will leave the matter of your nephews returning to the sect. I will make the decision, and this cannot be done sloppily. I don’t want another traitor like Ding Chunqiu sent out by me!”

When it came to the last sentence, the sinister meaning in Murong Fu's words was already very obvious. Naturally, Divine Doctor Xue understood the meaning of Murong Fu's words and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Xue Muhua and all the fellow disciples will always be loyal to our sect! They are definitely not those ungrateful, wolf-hearted and dog-eating people!"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Why is Mu Hua like this? Uncle Master is just joking, why should we take it seriously? Come on, continue drinking tea."

"Yes, thank you, uncle."

Doctor Xue stood up and quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The young uncle in front of me, who usually looks kind, is not the kind gentleman he seems on the surface!

Seeing Doctor Xue's reaction, Murong Fu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Today is the day before the date marked on the headless post. The Eight Friends of Hangu are coming, and it will only be tonight. The Xiaoyao sect has always been secretive in their actions. Since the Eight Friends knew the rules of the Xiaoyao sect, they would naturally not choose to make a big fuss in front of everyone in the world that day. If Su Xinghe found out, they would never be able to return to the sect in their lifetime.

Another level of thought was that Murong Fu wanted to personally test the boundaries of the eight friends' abilities, so that he would know what to do with them in the future, especially martial arts. If he directly took out Su Xinghe's handwriting, these people would not dare to fight him even if they were beaten to death. That's why they arranged this, deliberately not telling the truth, leading the seven people to attack with all their strength, easily defeating a few people, and then take out Su Xinghe's handwriting and completely convince these people.

Furthermore, Murong Fu hoped to use these people as sparring partners to see what level he could reach after he advanced to the next level in Beiming Shen Gong and Dou Zhuan Xing Shift, but he couldn't fight with Qiao Feng and others because he had nothing to do. I have no choice but to feel sorry for these nephews.

Abisu held the strings in her hand, and the harp and harp sounded harmoniously, playing the poem "Zhuzhi Ci" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. Murong Fu continued to look at the Xiang Fei bamboo fan in his hand, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. His expression was calm and elegant, completely different from the previous state when he coldly attacked Divine Doctor Xue.

There is an inscription and signature by Bachelor Su on the fan. If this fan were kept in later generations, it would surely attract countless people to buy it, and it would be extremely valuable. However, it is not a popular item in this era. In the past, when Bachelor Su became famous, this thing was instantly worth a hundred times as much. It was easy to get a lot of money, but hard to find. Later, something strange happened in the court, Xuexiang Su was imprisoned, and this thing became the god of plague that everyone was afraid of avoiding.

Murong Fu admired Su Dongpo's personality and poetic talent since he was a child, so he collected a bunch of these fans over the past few months. The title of the fan in his hand is "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River". One of the lines, "Poetry and wine are in the prime of life" was particularly fond of Murong Fu, so he always carried this one with him.

The sky is getting dark, the moon is shining in the east, the breeze is blowing, and the water of Taihu Lake is slightly rippled.

Suddenly, Murong Fu closed his fan, stood up, and said with a smile: "Here he comes."

Upon hearing this, Aju Abi neatly prepared seven cups of tea, and then the two women went to the entrance of the hall to greet them. But the water was calm and not even a shadow of a boat could be seen. Where was the person? Er Shu was not surprised at all, she just waited at the door with a smile.

After about a cup of tea, with a loud bang, a gorgeous firework exploded in the air. After one loud bang, there were two more in a row. Three fireworks, three different colors, are the symbol of Xiaoyao Sect.

Then, a burst of melodious piano music came from a distance, and there was a sense of excitement in the ancient music. It was the Guangling San that Ji Kang made famous all over the world in the past. When the sound of the piano came, Zhu Bi and Shu's expressions suddenly changed, and their faces flushed. Apparently, they were stimulated by the internal force and the blood surged. Just as Er Shu's body was shaking, a warm big hand gently patted their vests, and a warm inner force was injected into their bodies. The discomfort in Er Shu's body disappeared instantly, and she couldn't help but move behind her gratefully. Take a look. At this time, Murong Fu had already returned to the table and played with the tea cup, as if he had never moved it.

From Murong Fu getting up to injecting inner energy into Er Shu to turning back, the whole process only happened in an instant. Doctor Xue on the side didn't even react. He only felt a cyan figure flash in front of his eyes, and then everything was as before. This horrified Divine Doctor Xue, and he thought to himself: "It seems that my uncle has made great progress in this retreat. It has only been less than a month. With such a talent, the strange way will be valued by the master." In addition to envy, he secretly thought Sadly, I felt that my martial arts cultivation was shallow. Compared with the uncle in front of me, the light of a firefly was competing with the bright moon, and I was humiliating myself. At the same time, he was secretly worried about his fellow disciples, fearing that Murong Fu would strike too hard and injure a few of them.