Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu looked calm, but he was sneering deep down in his heart: Murong Bo, you old thing have done nothing and caused so much trouble. Now you want to drag me onto your pirate ship? You are dreaming.

As early as when the other party stepped into Yanziwu, Murong Fu's aura had already firmly locked onto the other party. Beforehand, Murong Fu found an excuse and sent all the other people in Yanziwu to Mantuo Villa. At this moment, in the huge Yanziwu, only Murong Fu was left, and there was a wandering soul that followed its memory to return.

After hearing this, Murong Bo's eyes revealed a hint of anger, but then he felt relieved and couldn't help but feel comforted: Fu'er is still calm, very good, very good, he is worthy of being a good man of my Murong family.

Murong Bo smiled and said, "Young Master, why do you have to hide this? When Lord Murong was alive, we were close friends and we talked about everything. Why do you have to be suspicious of me?"

Murong Fu sneered in his heart: Old boy, you have lived in the shadow for most of your life, and you behave like this even when facing your own son. You deserve to waste half your life, and in the end you were fooled by a few words from the sweeping monk.

He sneered in his heart and on his face: "You come to visit me late at night, uninvited, and you are so secretive and evasive, and you come to lecture me? My father has passed away a long time ago, and I'm afraid he doesn't have a friend like you." The implication of his words was to imply that Murong Bo was a swindler.

Murong Bo listened, but he was not annoyed. He smiled and said, "I have a secret about my identity, so I cannot reveal it to you for the time being. But it is true that I have a close relationship with your father, so you don't have to doubt it."

"Your surname is Murong, and you are a descendant of the Murong clan of the Liaoxi Xianbei. In the past, the Murong clan produced many heroes. During the period of the Five Barbarians and Sixteen Kingdoms, three generations of people worked hard to establish their capital in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, the fourth emperor Murong Wei was young and ignorant, and he made inappropriate use of people, which led to the destruction of the Great Yan at the hands of Fu Qin. Later, in the Battle of Feishui, Fu Jian was defeated, and the heroes of the Murong family took advantage of the opportunity to rise up. Murong Chui was a genius who rebuilt the Great Yan. What a hero he was, and it was so moving. Unfortunately, in the Battle of Chanhepi, the crown prince Murong Bao was weak and incompetent, and the 100,000 Yan troops were defeated by the Tuoba Xianbei, resulting in the loss of the country. Although Murong De and other talented people of the Murong family worked hard to restore the country, they were ultimately helpless. Am I right about all this?"

Murong Fu picked up the teacup, took a sip and said, "The stories of the ancients, the heroes, although admirable, are ultimately fleeting. Your Excellency came here late at night, are you going to discuss the ancients with me?"

Seeing that Murong Fu was impatient and wanted to serve tea to send him away, Murong Bo stopped beating around the bush and said, "This manor is called Chanhe Manor, and this valley is called Yanzi Valley. Isn't that good?"

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed: "So what?"

Murong Bo smiled and said, "Your name consists of just one character, 'Fu', which means to revive the Great Yan. Am I right?"

Murong Fu sneered, "So what? If that's the case, then 'Jia Fu' is also trying to revive 'Da Yan'?"

Murong Bo's forehead was bulging with veins when he heard this. For a moment, he really had a hint of murderous intent in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it and said with a smile, "I came here in the middle of the night with sincerity. Because of our long-term friendship, I want to help the son of an old friend achieve great things. Why do you keep doubting me? If you don't know me, do you know this trick?"

After saying that, he placed his right middle finger on top of his index finger and tapped a few times at a certain point in the air. He heard two "chi chi" sounds, and two small holes appeared on the curtain a few feet away. "Do you recognize this move?"

Murong Fu's face froze, and the hand holding the teacup trembled at just the right moment, almost losing its balance. He looked distracted and terrified. "This, this is the Murong family's unique martial art, the Sanhe Finger. How did you learn this?"

The atmosphere had almost been set, and Murong Fu felt it necessary to ask further questions.

Murong Bo said: "I thought Young Master Murong had joined another sect and didn't even recognize his family's martial arts?" There was a lot of disdain in his words.

Murong Fu smiled faintly and calmed himself down: "So, the old gentleman is indeed an old friend of my father, and the friendship is not shallow. I wonder what advice the uncle will have to teach my nephew when he comes here late at night."

Unconsciously, Murong Fu had changed all the names.

Although Murong Bo felt a little awkward being called "Uncle" by his own son, he was intentionally hiding his identity and it was not easy for him to show it. He just snorted, tacitly accepting Murong Fu's address.

Murong Bo glanced at Murong Fu and suddenly snorted angrily.

Murong Fu asked in surprise, "Uncle, why are you like this? I didn't know your identity just now, so I was rude. Please don't blame me."

Murong Bo said: "You are carrying the legacy of your ancestors. You are young but have no ambition. You stay at home all day, coveting the gentleness and wealth of your hometown. If your ancestors of the Murong family knew about this, they would be ashamed of you."

Murong Fu just smiled slightly.

Now it was Murong Bo's turn to be surprised: "Why aren't you angry?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Since you claim to be a good friend of my father, and you have come here at such a great expense in the middle of the night, I think you must not just be here to criticize me for a few irrelevant and sarcastic remarks. In this case, I will not argue with you, but listen to what you have to say next."

Murong Bo was startled for a moment, then he laughed out loud: "Good, being able to bend and stretch, and not be surprised by praise or criticism, is the style of a great general. I take back what I said just now."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Senior."

The father and son each had their own thoughts, and after some testing, they were finally able to get to the point.

Murong Bo said: "The world is now divided into four parts. Liao is the overlord in the north of the desert, Xixia is in the northwest. Tubo and Dali are in the south. The Song Dynasty is surrounded by powerful enemies, and the army is weak and the country is poor, and the military spirit is not strong. Since Wang Jinggong's reform, there have been several turbulences in the court. Although there is now Empress Dowager Gao behind the curtain, she is mature and steady. However, after all, the hen crows at dawn, her knowledge is limited, and she is old. In the future, once he passes away, the young emperor will take power, and there will definitely be another violent turbulence. The current Liao emperor Yelu Hongji is ambitious and has long intended to invade the south. I think the Song Dynasty will change sooner or later. If we don't prepare early, we will miss the opportunity."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "What the old gentleman taught me is that I have made some friends during these years of running around. Maybe they will be useful to me in the future."

Well, I only have a few friends, namely the empress dowagers of several neighboring countries, the kings of one country, the national teachers and the future Jin Taizu.

Murong Bo smiled and said, "It is easier to go with many friends than with many paths. It is always good to have more friends and more paths. But if a man wants to accomplish great things, he cannot do it without his own team. To accomplish things, he must have an army that obeys his orders."

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"Oh? But now the Song Dynasty is in power. It's not easy to raise an army under the eyes of the Song court."

Murong Fu pretended to be confused.

Murong Bo sighed: "Utter wood, rotten wood. If you can't raise troops openly, can't you hide them?"

It's here, it's finally here.

"Please ask senior for advice."

Murong Bo said: "Shandong and Hebei have been home to many heroes since ancient times. They were also the birthplace of Murong Chui's army to restore Yan a few hundred years ago. If we recruit an army there and hide in the green forest, once there is a change in the world, we can attack Jianghuai in the south. We can draw support from the Liao in the north and attack Kaifeng directly. When the Emperor of Song fled south to the south of the Yangtze River, the Murong family could rely on the Liao, follow the example of Li Shimin at the Wei River, and become a vassal of the Liao, share the land north of the Yangtze River with the Song, and secretly accumulate strength. With the help of the Central Plains, we can wait for a while and rebuild the Great Yan when we are fully grown. How magnificent it is."

After hearing this, Murong Fu almost choked to death.

Follow the example of Li Shimin? Are you serious, old man?

I wonder what Tian Khan would think if he knew that someone would compare this with him hundreds of years later?

Crazy, really crazy.

But for the sake of appearance, Murong Fu pretended to be overjoyed: "Senior's words are like a ray of light that clears the clouds for Murong Fu, and it has opened my eyes."

Murong Bo laughed: "Young people are only interested in love affairs, how can they focus on these family and national affairs? I have worked hard for many years and have trained a team of no less than 10,000 elite soldiers in various mountains in Shandong and Hebei. I came here today to tell you about this. How about you and I work together to achieve great things and start an uprising together?"