Zongwu: Murong Fu! I want both the beauty and the kingdom

Wang, who was wearing plain clothes, was crying bitterly at this moment.

Hearing my mother crying, I looked at the woman in front of me who had provided me with the warmest and most comfortable house for ten months of my life.

Murong Fu's heart was broken by his mother's crying.

Although Murong Fu was only 12 years old at this time, he was already meters tall.

Don’t doubt the excellent genes of the Chinese nation. As long as the nutrition is adequate, height is not a problem.

My mother, Wang, was a typical Jiangnan woman, only 1.58 meters tall.

For a moment, Wang was crying so hard that she looked dazed, her body was shaking, and she was about to fall to the ground.

Murong Fu quickly hugged his mother in his arms. Although men and women were strictly prohibited in ancient times, who could care less at this moment?

Just as Murong Fu held his mother Wang in his arms, a mechanical electronic sound rang in his mind: "Ding, congratulations to the host for activating the record system for changing fate. At the age of twelve, the host obtained Murong Bo's 30 years of internal strength, which initially changed the trajectory of his life, and he entered the ranks of the top martial artists in the martial arts world, and his luck increased."

"Ah~ As expected, I also have the golden finger required for time travel. Hahahaha, I am indeed the chosen one."

Before she could be happy, her mother Wang had already cried herself to death and fainted in Murong Fu's arms.

Murong Fu quickly put Wang in the side hall and called the maids and servants in the house to take care of his mother.

In addition, he arranged for servants to notify subordinates from all parties, as well as relatives, friends, and fellow martial artists.

Murong Fu was really worried whether his father was dead or not, so he tried to check Murong Bo's breath several times, but every time he found no breath.

Murong Fu was a little puzzled. It seemed that Murong Bo was really dead.

By the time the tribes arrived at Chanhe Village, the entire Gusu Murong was plunged into wailing.

Look inside the mourning hall. Wang, dressed in plain white mourning clothes, has red and lifeless eyes. She keeps sobbing, unable to control herself. Anyone who sees this would be heartbroken. She can no longer kneel, and has been arranged by Murong Fu to sit on a chair.

However, Murong Fu, who was dressed in plain clothes and a white hat, with starry brows and sharp eyes, knelt straight with a determined look on his face.

Behind him, four people knelt on both sides. On the left were Deng Baichuan and Bao Bu Tong, the eldest and third brothers of Deng, and on the right were Gong Yeqian and Feng Bo'e, the four great ministers of the Murong family.

The foundation that Murong Bo left for Murong Fu is quite solid.

Big Brother Deng, Deng Baichuan, is the owner of Qingyun Manor and the most senior one among Murong's subordinates. He is proficient in martial arts and has strong internal strength. Although he is not well-known in the martial arts world, everyone who knows him respects him. He is steady and capable of taking on important tasks.

Gong Ye Qian, the second brother of Gongsun, is the owner of Chixia Manor. He is skilled and experienced in palm techniques, a heroic man, and has a great reputation in the martial arts world.

Bao Bu Tong, the third Bao, the owner of Jinfeng Manor, likes to argue with others. He is good at martial arts, free and easy, and his catchphrase is "No, no." He is the most unique among the four generals. Ahem, it's a bit of a headache.

Feng Bo'e, Fourth Brother Feng, the owner of Xuanshuang Manor, is known as "A Wind from the South of the Yangtze River". He is a fighting enthusiast. As long as there is a fight, he would not eat. He can distinguish right from wrong. Ahem, his stubbornness is comparable to that of Third Brother Bao.

These four manors have many servants and extraordinary financial resources. Although Chanhe Manor does not have many servants and maids, the servants of these four manors are like the servants of the Murong family, and they can be ordered around at will.

Murong Fu was silently calculating his family assets.

Suddenly thinking of the voice that sounded in his mind when his mother fainted in his arms, Murong Fu quickly closed his eyes and summoned his system.

Crossing the Golden Finger - System, then this is my greatest asset, what martial arts skills, what adventures in the rivers and lakes, isn't that the rhythm of jumping into my bowl obediently? Wow~~~

"System, system. Come out quickly~"

"Host, hello. The Fate-Changing Record System is here to serve you wholeheartedly~" The system was obviously more agile than when it was first activated.

But Murong Fu keenly grasped the key point: "Recording system? What does that mean?"

"The Fate-changing Recording System, as the name implies, is to record the host's fate-changing behavior and notify the host."

After waiting for a long while, he asked, "Is your tape stuck? Is there no more tape at the end?"

"The Fate-changing Recording System, as the name implies, is to record the host's fate-changing behavior and notify the host."

. . . . . .

"By the way, there are no martial arts techniques to offer? No adventures in the martial arts world for me? No beauties actively throwing themselves into my arms? ..."

"Yes, no, host. I am a recording system, or you can call me an observer of the river of time!"

"Observe your sister~"

"Thank you for your concern, my sister is also an observer of the River of Time, so no other observation is needed."

"I~mimetic~horse~!"

"Host, please don't get excited. Host, please don't create new animals yourself, because this system doesn't understand~"

This rubbish system can't provide any help, it just makes me angry, so I don't need it!