Chapter 167: The joy of being a father (all the work)
Zhuo Bufan was so heartbroken at this moment that he thought to himself: Could it be that Murong Fu came to the rescue just to humiliate me? To retaliate for my disrespect to him just now? It's ridiculous, Zhuo Bufan, who has worked hard for half his life to become a genius, yet he still can't.
I dare to sit in a well and look at the sky, claiming to be the God of Swords. I am afraid that my death will make me laugh for a thousand years. That's all. It's just a matter of death. Let him be.
As the saying goes, there is no greater sorrow than death. Zhuo Bufan was lucky enough to escape, and he practiced hard in the Changbai Mountains for more than 20 years carrying a blood feud. In fact, he can be regarded as a person with great perseverance. Compared with some people who inherited the inheritance from the very beginning.
Zhuo Bufan is the true template for the protagonist who has spent his whole life's skills but doesn't know how to use them.
But it is a pity that Zhuo Bufan's luck is not as good as that of You Tanzhi. He accidentally picked up a book of nerve and foot sutra hidden in the Yi Jin Jing and an inexplicable ice silkworm, and he suddenly became a master after more than thirty years of hard training.
His skills were so powerful that he could compete with Qiao Feng a few times. If it weren't for the fact that his fists and kicks weren't really good, and if he was paired with output skills like the Shaolin King Kong Fist, Qiao Feng wouldn't have been able to beat him easily.
In the final analysis, Zhuo Bufan is a bit of something, but not much.
Murong Fu's gaze was like the edge of a sword, stabbing Zhuo Bufan coldly, slicing Zhuo Bufan's originally tall figure down a few inches.
Zhuo Bufan was angry in his heart and wanted to meet Murong Fu's gaze and glare back, but under the other's sharp eyes that seemed to see through everything, he finally lowered his head with a guilty conscience.
For a long time, Zhuo Bufan could not help but speak, and then he heard Murong Fu coldly ask a question that made Zhuo Bufan stunned for a moment.
"Let me ask you, do you have a son?"
Zhuo Bufan never expected that Murong Fu would suddenly ask such a question that seemed completely irrelevant to the current situation. But now that he was a fish on the chopping board and was being slaughtered by others, how could he have any temper?
So Zhuo Bufan tried his best to answer Murong Fu in a calm tone: "Zhuo Bufan has lived in seclusion in Changbai Mountain for more than 20 years to study art, and he has not yet married. How can he have a son?"
Murong Fu said solemnly: "Then let me ask you again, do you have any ancestors?"
Zhuo Bufan was filled with anger and was very angry: "Of course! I will die voluntarily, what does it have to do with you? A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Zhuo Bufan, a dignified man, cannot bear your rude words!"
Murong Fu sneered and said: "Your great-grandfather had a son, and your great-grandfather, grandfather, and father all had sons, but you don't have a son! Hehe, I think back then the Yizi Huijian Sect was a famous sect in the southeast that had been passed down for hundreds of years. I don't want to change it overnight.
In the past three generations, sixty-two members of the family were wiped out, and now, the last thread of incense in this world is about to be cut off!"
After Zhuo Bufan listened to Murong Fu's emotionless ridicule, it was like cold water pouring on his head. When he was dizzy and furious, he suddenly heard someone mention the bloody feud between his masters. For a moment, it was as if he was hearing the bell in the night, and he was deafened and enlightened. For a moment, there was nothing.
Think about it carefully, how did Murong Fu know about his sect’s inheritance, and how he knew about his bloody feud.
He thought to himself: "Back then, my whole family of three generations and sixty-two people, named Huijian, was destroyed by that old rascal, Tong Lao from Tianshan Mountain. I, Zhuo Bufan, escaped by chance and lived in this world like a lonely ghost for thirty years. For what reason?
What is it? For many years, I have worked hard and studied hard, isn't it just to one day be able to take revenge?
Today, out of a moment of anger, I committed suicide. I don’t even have a son. As a result, the inheritance of Yizi Huijian Sect has been cut off. Even after death, I have no face to face the ancestors in the sect, and there is no way to seek revenge.
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Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but feel cold sweat on his back and forehead. He immediately prostrated himself on the ground and said, "Zhuo Bufan is short-sighted and got some advice from Mr. Murong. He is a great kindness and kindness that will never be forgotten."
Murong Fu accepted his kneeling and bowed calmly. He felt very happy and experienced the joy of being a father. He said: "Who has achieved great things in ancient times has not gone through countless hardships? The emperor of the Han Dynasty had the difficulty of Bai Deng seeking peace. The emperor of the Tang Dynasty
There is the humiliation of surrendering to the Turks. If everyone cuts their necks like you did today, they are just a narrow-minded self-righteous man. In the future, how can Huo Huqi seal the wolf as a surname and carve his name on the stone? How can he have the merit?
When Medicine Master Li chases death to the north, what happens when the foreigners from all over the world surrender?
Since you bear a blood feud, you can't even bear the humiliation of being inferior to others. How can you talk about avenging blood humiliation? In the past, when the Marquis of Huaiyin, Han Xin, didn't meet you, you could still endure the humiliation of your crotch.
We must know that those who achieved great things in ancient times not only had extraordinary talents, but also had extraordinary ambitions. Now, you have neither Han Xin’s talents nor Han Xin’s ambitions. Even those who show off their rhetoric are hanging on the six kingdoms
You are even worse than Su Qin in India. You are shameless and falsely claim to be the God of Swords! You are really ignorant, incompetent and shameless! In my opinion, you are just a waste of rice when you live, and you pollute the ground seven feet under your feet when you die. It is better to go east to the sea and be buried in the belly of a fish.
It can be regarded as finally doing something useful for the world!"
Zhuo Bufan knelt down to receive the instruction, and was horrified: "This Master Murong seems to know everything about me, and every example he gave touched my heart. Zhuo Bufan has lived for fifty years, and his knowledge is actually not as good as that of a man who is not even thirty years old."
Young man, I am really ashamed." He said, "Zhuo Bufan knew he was wrong!"
Murong Fu suppressed his smile, but his face still had that eternal iceberg expression, and said coldly: "Get up!"
Zhuo Bufan kowtowed respectfully three times and stood up.
Murong Fu snorted coldly: "Although the inheritance of your Yizhi Huijian Sect is quite ordinary in the eyes of my Murong family, it still has some merits. It's just that you, the unscrupulous descendants of later generations, are not knowledgeable.
Otherwise, the whole family will not be destroyed!"
Zhuo Bufan was ashamed and did not dare to speak.
Murong Fu said: "Look carefully, this is how the Yizi Huijianmen's inherited swordsmanship is used!"
After saying that, Murong Fu made a move with his right hand, and an invisible force came from his palm, curling up the half-cut sword on the ground.
Zhuo Bufan lost his voice and said: "The crane-controlling skill? The crane-controlling skill that has been lost for a long time in the world?"
Murong Fu ignored it, grabbed the half-broken sword, and handed it out with a flat sword "Golden Needle Crossing the Tribulation".
This sword move was exactly the move that Zhuo Bufan used to challenge the sacred wooden king cauldron just now. Now, the same move was in Murong Fu's hands. There was no trace of true energy. He looked like a disciple of the sect who had just learned how to use a sword.
Indescribably clumsy.
However, upon closer inspection, there is an unspeakable ingenuity in the simplicity. It is obviously full of flaws, but it is hard to figure out how to solve them.
The half-cut sword lightly touched a large bluestone on the roadside, and then retracted, leaving the entire bluestone unscathed.
Zhuo Bufan looked at Murong Fu with a puzzled expression, wondering what the purpose of the other man's sword was.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and said nothing.
The next moment, it was as if spring thunder sounded and everything came to life. With a snap, hundreds of kilograms of large bluestone shattered into countless pieces in front of Zhuo Bufan's eyes.
Zhuo Bufan stayed where he was, speechless for a long time.