Chapter 219 There is no such thing as a cliff in the world
When Murong Fu and Su Xinghe came in, Wu Yazi had passed away suddenly, and Wang Yuyan was sobbing softly at the side.
Su Xinghe looked at his master's body and held back his tears. He took three steps in front of his master's body and bowed solemnly. Murong Fu followed suit and said his final farewell to this peerless master who had been so kind to him.
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At dusk.
According to Wu Yazi's wish during his lifetime, Murong Fu and others buried him on the hill in the Deaf-mute Valley. Looking down from the hill, you can see the nine meanders of the Yellow River, rushing to the sea and never returning.
Although the Xiaoyao Sect has accumulated a lot, Wuyazi's tomb is not luxurious, and is even a bit simple. The things buried with him are only some of Wuyazi's collection of books, clothes, musical instruments, swords, and cave flutes during his lifetime.
The tombstone is just an ordinary mountain stone. Murong Fu used his sword energy to cut it into the shape of a tombstone. The inscription on it is not the common "Tomb of Master Wu Yazi". Because Wu Yazi once said during his lifetime that the Xiaoyao disciples,
Not stuck in things, not stuck in shapes, the names of master and disciple, father and son, and husband and wife are just mundane shackles. You will inevitably be bound by this during your lifetime. If you are still bound by this after death, it will be boring.
Therefore, what is engraved on Wu Yazi's tombstone are the two poems "Linjiang Immortal" that Murong Fu had previously carved on the mountain wall.
The words for a once-in-a-century great talent can be used to describe a once-in-a-hundred-year martial arts master.
Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.
Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations. Life is like a dream, how much joy is there?
In this world, there are all kinds of injustices, but in the matter of life and death, there is rare fairness. Regardless of whether you are an unknown shrimp in the world or a martial arts master who has cultivated to a near-immortal level, a hundred years later, you will not be able to do anything but justice.
It is a drop of water in the long river of time. Compared with the endless years, what are those things in this world?
"Senior brother, Master is no longer here, what are your plans in the future?"
Looking at the mountains in the distance, Murong Fu asked Su Xinghe.
Su Xinghe sighed: "Half of my life, I have been thinking about how to continue Master's inheritance and how to avenge the traitor Ding Chunqiu. Now that Ding Chunqiu is dead, Master and his old wish
That’s it, I myself am already in my seventies, and I really don’t know what else to do next. Perhaps it would be a good choice to guard the grave of Master here.”
Murong Fu was silent. When a person's half-life career is suddenly completed in an unexpected way, the feeling of emptiness and loss is unimaginable for ordinary people. No wonder Su Xinghe wants to follow the example of Zigong and others.
By guarding the grave of his master after the death of Confucius, in a sense, Su Xinghe's life rests on Wu Yazi and Ding Chunqiu. Although Su Xinghe is still alive now, it is difficult to have any hope in life.
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"Since Master has already traveled to immortality, we, the common people in the human world, still have to run around in this chaotic land. Senior brother, come down the mountain and help me do something together!"
At this time, how could Murong Fu say hypocritically: Then follow your senior brother's wishes.
Su Xinghe's own martial arts is not inferior to that of Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy's first Xuan Nian, and he is one of the rare first-class masters. He is known as Congbian and is famous for his wisdom and scheming in the world. Except for being stubborn and old-fashioned in dealing with Ding Chunqiu, his talents are far beyond the ordinary.
Better than the group of old monks in Shaolin. Wouldn't it be a waste of talent if such a senior monk with excellent martial arts and intelligence is not hired to work?
Su Xinghe was slightly startled, obviously not expecting Murong Fu to say such a thing, then he was relieved and a smile appeared on his face: "Okay! Then listen to junior brother!"
Murong Fu was shocked and said: "You made the decision so easily and didn't think about it again?"
Su Xinghe shook his head gently: "Don't think about it. Now, junior brother, you are the leader of my Xiaoyao Sect. Your words are God's will in the sect, and all the disciples must obey."
"Um, is that so?"
Looking at the Seven Treasures Ring that Wu Yazi left for him, Murong Fu was still a little uncomfortable with his identity as the head of the "Xiaoyao Sect", let alone his other identity as the "Deputy Leader of the Ming Cult". After all, he
I have not yet adapted to the beauty that power brings.
The essence of power is the extent to which one's own will can influence the behavior of others. In the past, Murong Fu punished rape and eliminated evil, established good relationships, and gained a huge reputation. Everyone in the world respected him as "Nan Murong."
However, this admiration is not enough to translate into power.
But now, my words can mobilize countless strangers. They come from all over the world and come from different sects. Just because of my own thoughts, they will sort out the information they want to know and send it to me. I just want to know it.
It only takes one sentence to make a top-notch master change his mind and do things for him.
This is power.
When this kind of power is magnified a hundred times or ten thousand times, he is the emperor of this era. With a single thought, the fate of countless people can be changed by him. This feeling is like a god standing in the clouds, looking down on the world.
"Okay, thank you, senior brother. Now that the matter here is over, please take care of things, senior brother. Come back to Suzhou with me in a few days!"
Murong Fu gently rubbed the huge gemstone ring on his right thumb, with a hint of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.
"Everything must be obeyed by the master brother!"
Su Xinghe said respectfully.
So, a few days later, Su Xinghe, along with dozens of his followers, packed their things and followed Murong Fu to Gusu.
Before leaving, Murong Fu turned his head one last time and glanced in the direction of the Deaf and Mute Valley.
At the same time, Suzhou.
Duan Zhengchun, Ruan Xingzhu and others have been living in Murong Fu's residence for some time.
During this period, A'Zhu, as the housekeeper of the Murong family, arranged all the food and daily life for Duan Zhengchun and others. They got to know each other day and night, and by chance, A'Zhu and Ruan Xingzhu got to know each other.
There is no need to go into details about scenes such as the meeting between mother and daughter. Duan Zhengchun felt guilty that he had ignored his old lover and his biological daughter for many years, and he wanted to make up for it. In addition, the scenery in Jiangnan was pleasant, so he felt at ease during this period.
Here we live.
A few days later, Murong Fu and everyone rushed back to Gusu. The first thing he did was to see King Zhennan who had been waiting for a long time.
"Thanks to Mr. Murong for saving Duan Zhengchun's life. My daughter A'Zhu has also been taken care of by the Murong family for many years. Duan Zhengchun really doesn't know how to repay Duan Zhengchun for his great kindness! Please pay homage to Duan Zhengchun!"
In the tea room, two cups of tea were steaming, and A'Zhu Abi was accompanying him, standing respectfully behind Murong Fu. On weekdays, A'Zhu Abi's status in Murong's family was the same as that of the master, but when Murong Fu came back, she still had to treat her as a maid.
Acting with attitude.
Duan Zhengchun lifted up his robe and wanted to bow down, but Murong Fu quickly stopped him: "Uncle, don't do this. How can my nephew deserve such a great gift?"
Previously, Emperor Duan Zhengming of Baoding recognized Murong Fu as his adopted nephew, so naturally Duan Zhengchun was regarded as Murong Fu's uncle. Due to emotions and reasons, Murong Fu really couldn't bear Duan Zhengchun's worship.
Duan Zhengchun had been deeply impressed by this young hero since he last saw Murong Fu in Dali. After a series of events during this period, he became even more admired and grateful.
He looked at A'Zhu behind Murong Fu, then at Murong Fu, moved his lips, but stopped talking.
"Uncle Duan, what's the matter? But it doesn't matter!"
Murong Fu looked at Duan Zhengchun's expression and wondered what medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he asked aloud.