Facing unknown forces, people always feel fear instinctively, let alone this group of semi-civilized Jurchens. The inexplicable death of two of the three leaders and one injury in front of everyone completely ignited the fear in the hearts of this ragtag group of people. They originally
They were afraid of the Wanyan tribe's power, but they only gathered it under the half-coaxing, half-threatening pressure from the Wuchun tribe. Now they were leaderless, scurrying around like a group of headless flies.
This group of Jurchens wearing animal skins faced the armor-clad Wanyanbu. Although they were strong and had an advantage in numbers, they had lost their morale, so where could they be their opponents?
Although Wu Yashu was injured, he took the lead and showed no fear. He brandished a heavy mace and ran rampant through the crowd. Every time the stick was swung, a piece of blood flew, accompanied by screams.
, and there was the muffled sound of blunt objects hitting flesh. With him as the center, corpses were piled all around him.
His tall figure stands out even among the tall Jurchens, and he is unique. Even if there are occasionally bold opponents who fight against him, their weapons made of stone and bronze will not be able to defeat him even if they fall on the iron armor.
The amount of damage Ya Shu caused only aroused his ferocity even more. Often, before the opponent's weapons could even land on his armor, he would smash the Tianling Cap with a condescending stick.
If such a warrior is matched with a good horse, he will be like a machine for harvesting people's names. No wonder that the Jurchen tribe later, under the leadership of the Wanyan tribe, conquered the Liao Dynasty and destroyed the Song Dynasty.
Murong Fu couldn't help but sigh: "If there are not even ten thousand Jurchens, they will be invincible. This statement is true." The success of the Jin Kingdom was not accidental.
Suddenly, Murong Fu's body trembled slightly, as if a tiny electric current passed through his body. In an instant, Murong Fu's face turned pale and he was stunned. He even turned a deaf ear to Wanyan Yingge's caring words beside him.
Why am I so cold and aloof? Like an outsider?
As a time traveler a thousand years later, I know how miserable the Northern Song Dynasty was when it was destroyed by the Jin Dynasty. I even thought about changing everything for a time, but why am I now facing the future enemy of the Song Dynasty?
, but he is so indifferent?
This feeling is like being in the clouds, overlooking the disputes in the world, and occasionally intervening a little when the mood strikes.
On the night when Xixia rushed into the palace to seize power, Murong Fu guarded the city gate and killed hundreds of soldiers of the Xixia Forbidden Army with one sword, turning the gate of the Xixia Imperial City into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. At that time, Murong Fu was deeply worried
I wasn't touched at all, and I didn't feel anything was wrong afterwards. It was as if it was just a matter of killing hundreds of people, and it was no big deal.
What did Murong Fu think at that time?
Kill one person to be a prisoner, kill ten thousand to be a hero, just as Zhuang Sheng said, those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be the princes. Things in the world have always been like this. Zhao Kuangyin, who is said to be the invincible player in the world with a coiled dragon stick, is not also a thief.
Will the orphans and widowers of Chaizhou sit on the throne?
He just wanted to seize the power of the Xixia Emperor and end that mess. The hundreds of people who fell under his sword were not even as important as the ginseng he was looking for.
I, unknowingly, have been assimilated into this era.
No, that's not the case. I am not a greedy and murderous person. What is the problem?
The ordinary people in Shengdou are forced to make a living every day, and all they can think about is a full meal and warm clothes. Rich families have huge wealth, and the cost of one meal can often cover the expenses of a middle-aged man's family for several years. As for the
The generals, ministers, princes, and nobles regard the world as a chessboard and all the people as pawns. What they see in their eyes and what they think in their hearts are often very difficult to understand.
Chess game?
Suddenly, Murong Fu remembered the Zhenlong chess game that he had never been able to find the solution to, and the sixteenth stone he had never found, and he took off his boots.
In the vast history, since the era of Yao and Shun of Tang Dynasty, hasn’t the sixteen-man chess game similar to Zhenlong’s chess game been played repeatedly?
As recently as the Five Dynasties, ten kingdoms were established, heroes emerged together, and killings continued all day long. As far back as the end of the Western Jin Dynasty, the Sixteen Kingdoms of the Five Hus occupied the Central Plains. You will sing and I will appear on the stage. The ancestors of the Murong family were those who lived in those hundred years.
One of the protagonists, Dayan, died and resurrected, resurrected and died again, leaving behind an illusory dream that has driven generations of Murong family members crazy for hundreds of years.
However, after every dispute, the world was reshuffled, the old forces were forced out, new forces emerged, and the wheel of history rolled forward. It was Huang Chao who killed all the centuries-old nobles that led to the rise of civilian scholar-bureaucrats in the Song Dynasty a hundred years later
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The heaven and earth are not benevolent and regard all things as stupid dogs. Everything in the world is the law of heaven and earth. The so-called Tao follows nature and follows the trend. Perhaps this is the true meaning of Xiaoyao Yufeng.
Murong Fu slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly, he felt that everything around him became ethereal, as if he was not a battlefield with thousands of people at this moment, but an isolated deep mountain forest.
I felt that there was a faint trace of a breakthrough in the invisible barrier. When I opened my eyes again, the sun was already setting in the west. The traces of the fighting on the battlefield had been wiped away, but there was still only Murong Fu on the wall.
With Wanyan Yingge.
"Master, Master? Are you okay?"
Wanyan Yingge tugged on Murong Fu's sleeves worriedly, finally pulling Murong Fu back from his chaotic state.
Murong Fu looked up at the sun and couldn't help but be surprised. He clearly remembered that it was noon a moment ago, so why was it getting so late now?
"How is this going?"
Wanyan Yingge stayed with Murong Fu for an entire afternoon. Seeing that her beloved finally returned to normal, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "Sir, you have been so dumb that you haven't spoken or moved. I thought something had happened to you. Something happened in the middle.
Brother Yashu has also been here, and I asked him not to disturb you. Now, sir, what were you thinking about just now?"
Murong Fu did not answer directly, but with a flick of his finger, he heard a "chi" sound, an invisible stream of true energy shot out, and a pine tree three feet away broke in response.
In the past, this could only be accomplished by using the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and the invisible sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword could never reach this far.
At this time, even Murong Fu himself could not help but be stunned.
"I seemed to have made a breakthrough in martial arts unintentionally just now."
Murong Fu said in a daze, as if he didn't quite believe what he just said. When he understood what had just happened, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic.
"Ah? That's a congratulations to the young master! Although Yingge doesn't know what Central Plains martial arts is, I guess it must be very important to the young master, right?
Murong Fu couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Of course it is important, very important!"