Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu remained expressionless, but he kept complaining in his heart: "I thought you had been doing all these years. It turns out you just recruited a few gangs of horse bandits and gathered a bunch of rabble. In order to get money and food to feed these bandits, you made countless enemies. It's not worth it."

Looking at Murong Bo, Murong Fu suddenly understood why the Murong family had not been able to restore the country after experiencing so many turbulent times for hundreds of years.

It's nothing, I'm just not thinking clearly.

Despite this, Murong Fu continued to ask questions with a smile: "Old sir, you are very thoughtful. I am ashamed to be inferior to you."

"but,"

Murong Fu said this and changed the subject: "But Senior, you came here late at night and wanted Murong Fu to cooperate with you with just two empty words. It's a bit too much for you. Could it be that you are teasing me because Murong Fu is young? Now that the words have been spoken, if Senior doesn't come up with something tangible today, hehe, Senior may not be able to leave Yanziwu today!"

After saying this, Murong Fu's tremendous internal energy suddenly burst out, and the terrifying aura enveloped the entire west hall in an instant.

"Crackle" "Snap"

Several explosions were heard in succession, and more than a dozen vases and cups of different sizes in the west hall burst at the same time. The fine powder was like flying willow catkins, forming a thin layer of dust on the ground.

Murong Bo was stimulated by this sudden burst of momentum, his breathing suddenly stagnated, and he almost jumped out of his chair. However, this pressure only lasted for a short moment and quickly disappeared. Murong Bo's pale face slowly regained some color.

Murong Bo was shocked: After not seeing him for a year, Fuer's martial arts had improved to such an extent?

Then, he was very pleased: "What a great effort! If the ancestors of the Murong family knew about this, they would be very happy."

Murong Bo said: "Since I have come here so late at night and gone to so much trouble, I certainly won't do this just to say a few empty words."

As he spoke, Murong Bo took out three sheepskins from his arms and gently placed them on the table: "These three things are the result of my hard work over the past twenty years. I will use them to help you achieve your great cause. What do you think?"

Murong Fu frowned: "What is this?"

Murong Bo said: "These three maps show the three treasure hiding places. The first map shows the military strength, distribution and detailed personnel deployment of the thirty-six mountain strongholds in the eighteen mountains of Heshuo, two thousand miles away. The second map records the three hiding places of money and grain. The total of the three places is no less than one million. And the third map records the hiding places of the weapons and armor needed for the uprising."

"My Lord, with these three maps, you can quickly raise an army of tens of thousands of people in Shandong and Hebei, and the world will be settled. Is this sincerity enough?"

Murong Fu laughed loudly, and his laughter lasted for a long time, which sounded particularly harsh in the dark night.

Murong Bo was shocked and angry: "Boy, what do you mean by this?"

Murong Fu laughed and said, "I laugh at some people who are ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and talk nonsense about the magic weapon. They want to change the dynasty by relying on a few thousand bandits. They clearly have their own profound martial arts but don't practice them, but practice a bunch of miscellaneous kung fu from Shaolin Temple. They spread false news to harm others but failed, and they faked their death for more than 20 years and didn't care about their own children. A man with half his neck buried in the loess, now he is dreaming of being an emperor. Tell me, is it ridiculous or not?"

Murong Bo's mind was shaken violently, as if a thunder exploded in his mind, making him unable to react for a moment.

"You should have died a long time ago. You have been hiding your head and showing your tail. You have stayed in the Sutra Library for thirty years. Now you have returned to your home, but you are still acting like a coward. Murong Bo, no, I should call you father. Aren't you ashamed?"

Murong Fu sneered.

"you you"

Murong Bo pointed at Murong Fu with trembling fingers, like a stroke patient, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Even now, are you still hiding your true identity?"

With a loud shout, the black cloth wrapped around Murong Bo's head instantly exploded into flying rags.

Murong Bo stood still in fear.

Murong Fu narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him with a complicated expression. He looked very similar to himself.

He is no longer young, and the years have carved scars on his face fairly. In theory, with his profound internal strength as a first-class master, he should not age so quickly, but there is not a single bit of black in his white hair. The shadow of conspiracy and trickery has turned the martial arts genius, who frightened the Yellow-browed Monk so much that he fled to Dali for forty-three years with just one finger, into an old man with a hint of ghostliness.

"You already knew my true identity?"

After calming himself down, Murong Bo asked the question calmly.

"I knew it from the beginning. There are only two people in this world who can change the world. So many people in the martial arts world died inexplicably due to the means of 'returning the favor in their own way'. How can we not be suspicious? But the one who really convinced me that you are still alive is the old monk Xuanci."

Of course Murong Fu would not tell the truth, as that was completely beyond Murong Bo's understanding, so he needed to make up a reasonable reason.

"It is indeed that old monk Xuanci. I said it was true. So, do you know all the right and wrong that happened thirty years ago?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Murong Fu did not comment.

"Then, as a descendant of the Murong family, you should understand that everything I have done is to restore the Great Yan and fulfill the wishes of our ancestors."

Murong Fu smiled contemptuously: "You mean, the Great Yan of the Xianbei people? Then let me ask you, where are the Xianbei people now? Where are the Xianbei language, writing, system, and artifacts?"

Murong Bo couldn't help but be stunned.

"For your own ambition, you killed Xiao Yuanshan's family thirty years ago. You have lived in the shadow for the past thirty years, and I don't know how many people you have killed. Your first wife passed away, but you never cared about her. You never cared about your only son. Everything was for your so-called cause of restoring Yan. How ridiculous. Today, someone actually wants to revive an empire that has been destroyed for nearly seven hundred years. You just mentioned Li Shimin? Then let me ask you, did Li Yuan and his son establish their rule over the world by stirring up trouble in the martial arts world and killing innocent people indiscriminately?"

Murong Bo angrily said, "Killing innocent people? Since ancient times, all the emperors who succeeded in their careers had their hands stained with blood and stepped on mountains of bones to ascend to the lofty throne. As long as you can accomplish your great cause, who cares what means you use?"

"You are wrong. Since ancient times, the success of emperors is nothing more than 'the times make heroes, and heroes follow the times.' Even those self-proclaimed emperors who were proud for a while were also taking advantage of the times. No one is like you who makes trouble out of nothing and adds to the trouble."

Murong Bo said in a deep voice: "Okay, okay, then what do you think?"

"Today, I am too lazy to discuss these right and wrongs with you. If you want to change a person, you never rely on words. Didn't you just mention Li Shimin? You naturally know what Li Shimin did!"

"you dare!"

It was not until this moment that Murong Bo finally realized that he had been set up today.

From the time Deng Baichuan passed on the news half a year ago, to the time Ah Zhu gave him a summary report of Murong Fu's actions in the past two years a few days ago, Murong Bo felt that the time was ripe, so he came here today, ready to tell Murong Fu the truth. However, Murong Bo's imagination of a father and son working together turned out to be a trap designed by his only son to lure him into a trap.