Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Time passed, and Murong Fu had been at home for more than a year without realizing it.

The pair of children, Murong Ning and Murong Yan, will be one year old in a few days. According to the customs in Suzhou, relatives and friends from all over will be invited to gather together for the full moon banquet of the two children, and a ceremony of grasping the week will be held for the children.

The so-called "Zhuazhou Ceremony" is simple to explain. When the child is one year old, a variety of items are placed in front of the child and the child is allowed to grab them. Generally speaking, these items include everything from pens, ink, paper and inkstones to swords, spears, halberds, cosmetics, hairpins and skirts. People believe that the things the child picks indicate the direction of the child's future life. There are usually people who say auspicious words. For example, if a child grabs a pen, they will say "This child will definitely be the top scholar in the future." If the child grabs a knife, they will say "This child will definitely be a general in the future." And so on. In fact, let alone a one-year-old child, even adults rarely know what they will achieve in the future. They just take this opportunity to get together with relatives and friends, ask for good luck, and hope for good fortune.

In the past few years, Murong Fu has been running around in the martial arts world. While his skills have greatly improved, he has already vaguely shown the trend of leading the heroes and controlling the martial arts world. Once the invitation of the Murong family was sent out, almost everyone with a little reputation in the martial arts world would be proud to come to Yanziwu to ask for a glass of wine. After a few days, all the inns in Gusu City raised their prices, but the supply still could not meet the demand.

In the crowd, a man with a rough look opened his chest, revealing his strong chest. He drank a lot and boasted loudly: "I am not bragging. If we talk about swordsmanship, I, Qi Liu, should be ranked third in the Jiangnan area now."

The audience gathered around and booed loudly when they heard the man boasting like this: "Come on, Qi Laoliu. Your swordsmanship might be considered good in Huainan, but it's nothing outside the Huaihe River. How dare you claim to be the third best in Jiangnan in front of Master Murong of Jiangnan?"

Qi Liu laughed and said, "Who in the martial arts world doesn't know about the Murong family's reputation of giving people a taste of their own medicine? Especially the current Murong family's head, Master Murong Fu, is even more outstanding. I heard from friends in the martial arts world that his martial arts skills have probably surpassed those of the Murong Longcheng Gong of the past. Moreover, he is extremely kind and righteous. When fighting with others, he always stops at a certain point and never hurts anyone. Moreover, after fighting with others, he often teaches the other party the ways of martial arts. Although the person who fought with him was defeated and could not even bear a single blow, he always benefits a lot. It is said that fighting with Master Murong once is better than practicing for ten years. If I am lucky enough to fight with Master Murong once, I will dare to call myself the second best in Jiangnan!"

The crowd suddenly burst into laughter.

Another man who looked like a scholar stroked his goatee and shook his head, saying, "Who says it's not true? In the martial arts world, which one doesn't cherish what they have? Not to mention different sects, even brothers and teachers in the same sect sometimes keep their skills secret. Often, the skills of a sect are not passed down completely after a few generations. Master Murong is so kind and righteous that he not only teaches the essentials without reservation, but also often gives his family secret manuals to visitors. Who in the world can match his ambition to spread martial arts throughout the world?"

"No matter what, it's ultimately their own profound skills, they have learned from many schools, and they are very open-minded. Unlike some sects, which obviously relied on absorbing other schools' martial arts, but they boasted that all the martial arts in the world came from their own sect. They relied on their own power and almost raised the bar to the sky. It's ridiculous, ridiculous."

Everyone laughed, knowing that the pale-faced scholar was belittling the Shaolin School, but no one pointed it out.

I don't know when, there have been many rumors in the martial arts world that are very unfavorable to Shaolin. It is impossible to trace who first spread them. Some say that the current Shaolin Abbot Xuanci inherited the position of abbot through improper means. Some say that the 72 Shaolin skills are just a name. Even more sensational is that when Shaolin Abbot Xuanci was young, he had an affair with a peasant girl and gave birth to an illegitimate child, and then stole the child to cover up his behavior.

These things, true and false, false and true, no one has the energy to distinguish the truth from the false. But such a hot topic is as attractive to these people as the smell of fish to flies. Shaolin tried to find the source of the rumors at first, but later there were too many, so they just let it go.

At a table far away from the crowd, there sat a few people of different ages dressed as merchants. Although it was already March, the weather in the south of the Yangtze River was not that cold, but these people still wore felt hats and wrapped their heads tightly.

One of the merchants, a man in green with a full beard, stood up angrily after hearing the people's wanton laughter. An old man in a gray robe beside him grabbed his wrist, pulled it down, and whispered, "Hui Chan, sit down!"

The bearded merchant was scolded by the old man, and the hand holding his wrist was as strong as an iron hook, so he could not break free. He could only sit down angrily and whispered: "Master Abbot, Murong Fu is too much. Not only does he slander the Master Abbot's good name, but he also slanders the reputation of our Shaolin Temple for hundreds of years!"

The grey-robed old man sighed softly, with a hint of decadence in his tone: "The clear will be clear, and the turbid will be turbid. If some people want to talk, let them do it."

This person is none other than the current Shaolin abbot Xuanci and his direct disciple Huichan.

Hui Chan said, "No matter what, we must ask Murong Fu for an explanation this time. We can't let him talk nonsense like this. After all, this guy is closely related to the death of Master Xuanbei. He is resorting to such despicable means again this time."

Xuan Ci sighed in his heart: Only he himself knows best, because he himself has something to hide.

He knew very well what Murong Fu's intention was, which was to force Shaolin to lose its patience and end up fighting against Yanziwu.

However, he was also very clear that the current Shaolin could no longer do anything to Murong Fu. Not to mention that Murong Fu's martial arts had been transformed, even the power under his command was no longer something that the current Shaolin could contend with.

He now suspected that Murong Bo and Murong Fu, the father and son, had secretly joined forces to coerce Shaolin and tie him to the Murong family's chariot.

If he had a clear conscience, he would have been able to resist the enemy, but the other party had really caught him. Therefore, he came to Gusu in person this time, firstly to test the other party's attitude, and secondly, he had no choice but to give in privately for the sake of Shaolin.

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Xuan Ci couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Just a thought difference, alas, just a thought difference.