Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu used the Turtle Breathing Technique, which is a relatively superficial technique among the Xiaoyao sect. It simulates the hibernating state of a black tortoise, minimizing a person's heartbeat, pulse, breathing and other vital signs. People with profound inner strength can make their breathing and heartbeat inaudible, just like a zombie.

According to Wu Yazi, this move was originally a rudimentary technique in the fetal breath technique of Xiaoyaozi's senior brother Fuyaozi. Unfortunately, the full version of the fetal breath technique is no longer available for testing. Together with Xiaoyao Yufeng, it has become a legendary technique. However, future generations can only glean the secrets of the magical skills created by their ancestors from the fragments of Yoshimitsu Katayu.

Almost all the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect know this trick, except for the weakling Divine Doctor Xue. But it was Ding Chunqiu, the traitor, who really promoted this technique. Of course, it is not a good reputation. The old Bangzi used this technique most often to pretend to be dead and cheat, which made this technique once notorious in the martial arts world.

But it is said that Ding Chunqiu can only use this technique to ensure that it is not broken when he is still. From this point of view, this old guy can't do anything except pretend to be dead with this thing. The reason why he can assassinate people is mainly because of those So-called decent people are too pedantic.

If you don't touch up, you'll get killed.

I wonder how Fuyao Ziquan would feel if he knew that the martial arts he founded had been used to pretend to be dead and deceive others.

The wonderful use of this technique is to use it for concealment and tracking. Just imagine if a person can even hide his breath, how can anyone being followed find him?

It's no wonder that Qiao Feng was followed all the way without realizing that he was being followed.

Murong Fu stared at that figure, hiding his figure while keeping a distant distance from Qiao Sanhuai and his wife. In order to avoid being too close and being discovered by others, and alerting the enemy, if you are too far away, the other party will burst out and attack, and you will be out of reach, so just wear a white robe.

The figure in black approached Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, stood far away, and stared at the gray-haired couple with complicated expressions.

Qiao Sanhuai and his wife were deaf and dazzled, so they did not notice the coming danger at all.

The man suddenly came to Qiao Sanhuai and his wife and said in a low voice: "You are Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, right?"

Qiao Sanhuai didn't hear clearly, and the man in black said it again.

Qiao Sanhuai raised his head and looked at the big man in black who suddenly appeared in front of him. Inexplicably, he felt that the face of the person in front of him was familiar, but he couldn't remember why for a while.

The man in black was not masked. The moment he appeared, Murong Fu, who was hiding in the dark, saw his face clearly and determined the identity of the person.

It was Xiao Yuanshan who didn't run away.

Upon closer inspection, this face does have some similarities to Qiao Feng. If he were thirty years younger, he would be quite different from Qiao Feng. It's just that the person who came here has gray hair, his face is covered with wrinkles, and a deep wrinkle on his forehead looks like a knife and an axe.

Xiao Yuanshan's voice was very unpleasant, like the howl of an injured old wolf. For many years, he had been living in hatred, confused, complained, and more often than not, cursed harshly. The resentment made his voice become Hoarse, hatred made him age prematurely. Originally, with his skill, he wouldn't have looked so old, but years of hardship and hatred have made his temples turn white!

Love makes people young, but hate often makes people prematurely old.

Qiao Sanhuai finally heard the voice of the person coming this time. He hesitated for a moment and said: "To answer this old man, the little old man is Qiao Sanhuai, and this is my wife. I don't know if I can find the little old man." Important matter?"

For some reason, when Qiao Sanhuai saw this stranger, he felt a sense of unease in his heart. He instinctively took his wife's hand and took two steps back, blocking the old woman behind him.

Xiao Yuanshan was originally full of murderous intentions, but he didn't feel moved after seeing Qiao Sanhuai's small subconscious action. A certain string in his heart seemed to be plucked.

At this moment, his thoughts drifted back to thirty years ago, outside Yanmen Pass and beside the Rock Valley. The group of unknown southern thieves suddenly rushed out from the rocky valley. His guards were killed, and the thieves rushed towards the carriage of his wife and children.

His master is also a Han Chinese, so he can understand some Chinese, but he cannot speak it. He heard a tall man shouting: "Kill this Khitan dog! All for the Song Dynasty!" Then he brandished a machete and rushed towards his wife and children's carriage.

In desperation, he grabbed the man's wrist and twisted his arm. The man screamed in pain and almost fainted. Then he lifted the Han man above his head and threw him out.

This sharp impact directly knocked the Han man unconscious, but he retained his strength and did not hurt the Han man's life after all. Because he once swore in front of his mentor that he would never harm a Han person for the rest of his life. Even though the group in front of him killed his own guards, he still didn't want to kill him.

At first he thought the other party was a group of giant thieves, but seeing that he had a large bodyguard, he thought he was some kind of wealthy businessman or high-ranking official carrying a heavy treasure, so he shouted in Khitan: "Don't fight me, I don't have much money with me. I am bringing my wife." I’m going to my grandma’s house to organize a birthday party!”

No one paid attention to him. The group of Han people were like crazy, shouting something loudly: "Kill the Khitan dog!" "There is only one thief, don't be afraid!" "Everybody come together!" "Go to hell, you covet." I am a thief of Central Plains martial arts!"!

He surrounded his beloved horse, climbed up and down, and fought off the enemies who rushed around the carriage one by one. He kept explaining: "I didn't! You got the wrong person! I didn't!"

But no one listened to his explanation, and then two thieves rushed up. Those two people didn't use weapons. One used extremely superb palm skills, and the other covered his head. These two people's martial arts were far higher than the others. Even if his martial arts was higher than these two, he couldn't do it all of a sudden. Kill these two people without finding a killer.

At this moment, a thief approached the carriage, and a sharp flash of sword light flashed. Half of his beloved wife's head was chopped off by the man, and blood splashed on the tender face of the child in his arms, frightening the child. I had to cry loudly.

The person he loved died tragically in front of him, and this scene made him lose his mind instantly. He was ruthless in his attacks, moving like the wind, like a mad wolf that had lost its cubs, killing those who attacked him one by one. In the rocky valley, there were screams and blood and flesh flying everywhere.

After the battle, he was bathed in blood, as if the god of death had returned from hell.

He firmly held his wife's mutilated body and the child who had lost his breath, howling like a wild wolf, and the shrill sound resounded throughout the valley.

He is sad and angry, he is desperate. On a big rock, he smashed it hard with his claws, leaving his last words.

Then he jumped down from the cliff with his wife's mutilated body and the child who had lost his breath in his arms.

The howling wind passed by his ears, and at this moment, he found that the child in his arms suddenly started crying. Only then did he realize that the child had just been suppressed and held his breath.

But now that he is already in mid-air, how can he hold the child next to him? He could only use his superior skills to throw the child off the cliff, while he and his wife continued to fall.

When I woke up again, it was already midnight.

He found that he miraculously did not die, but hung on an old tree on the edge of the cliff.

God, why are you so cruel!

At this moment, he suddenly didn't want to die.

He wants revenge! He wants to take revenge on those enemies who caused the destruction of his family!

So he found his wife's body under the cliff and buried her.

Then he climbed up the cliff with great difficulty, and the first thing he did was to find his son.

But except for the body left after the battle, where is the trace of his son?

It took Xiao Yuanshan several years to figure out the reason why he was attacked in the first place, and it took another few years to find out the identities of those enemies who survived.

But it was only in the past two years that he finally found out where his own son was, whether he was dead or alive.

He finally found out that his son had been sent to a farmer's household at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain by the same people who had destroyed his family. And his son, when he grew up, actually joined the Beggar Gang! He also became the leader of the Beggar Clan, helping the people who had destroyed his family to kill his own compatriots.

Xiao Yuanshan almost collapsed after hearing the news.

Han people in the Central Plains, you are so cruel! He hates it!

He hated it so much that he gnashed his teeth. So he wants to kill the couple who took away his son. This is the price they should pay!