Writing with fingers, although difficult, is not impossible in this day and age.
Although this era is called the end of martial arts, compared with the era of double eagles in later generations, this is a real world of high martial arts.
Some people even used the achievement of Yiyang Finger to make fun of him, saying that Yideng's achievement of Yiyang Finger was only comparable to that of Duan Yanqing and Duan Zhengming. Of course, this is a joke. When discussing martial arts across books, it is basically Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong, which has no practical significance.
Although Murong Fu also had the Shenhe Finger passed down from his family, the results of his practice were not ideal and were not even as good as Duan Zhengchun's Yiyang Finger attainment. Naturally, it was impossible for him to use his finger strength to write on this extremely hard bluestone.
But Murong Fu really carved words on the stone with his fingers just now, instead of cheating like the younger generations who relied on fossil pills.
After all, who said finger pointing can’t count as finger strength?!
The Shang Yang sword was the sword that Murong Fu first learned among the six meridians and was also the most skillful to use. Now he can do whatever he wants and use it freely. Naturally, he can use a small piece of sword energy to carve words on a stone in front of two laymen.
It's not a difficult thing.
Although Murong Fu had fought with Duan Yanqing before, he had never used this unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box from beginning to end. Naturally, he would not be noticed by the other party. Even if something was wrong, he would not be able to trace it to that level.
And it should be said that the current result is the best solution to today's matter, so the three of them chose to pretend to be confused.
So the three masters who pretended to be confused spent the whole night drinking with their own thoughts.
Early the next morning, Duan Zhengchun still didn't wake up from his hangover, and Murong Fu was already standing at the back of the mountain waiting for others.
"You called me here specifically. What do you want to say?"
Duan Yanqing said in a dull voice.
"Can't I call you out if nothing happens? Look at the beautiful mountains and rivers and the good times. Wouldn't it be a pity to let them down?"
Murong Fu put his hands behind his back without turning around and sighed softly.
Seeing that Duan Yanqing didn't answer, Murong Fu shook his head gently: "You are so boring. No wonder you have no friends. Anyone who wants to make friends with you must be bored to death."
Duan Yanqing said coldly: "I, Duan Yanqing, aspire to the throne of Dali and be a king. I am a loner and don't need any friends!"
"Oh, is that so?"
Murong Fu smiled mysteriously.
"Then let me ask you, where is the happiest moment in your life?"
This question was originally asked by Murong Fu in the original work when he participated in the marriage recruitment of Princess Yinchuan of Xixia.
At that time, Murong Fu came all the way, and he didn't know that the so-called marriage proposal was just a pretense. The real candidate for the princess's consort had already been decided. He still had a wishful dream of marrying the Xixia princess and using Xixia's troops to regain Dayan. He even watched helplessly.
He threw himself into a dry well with his cousin, who was deeply in love with him, unmoved.
When asked this question, Murong Fu felt at a loss in his heart. He felt that he had been running all his life and had never lived for himself for a day, let alone a day of happiness.
Wasn't Murong Fu at that time exactly Duan Yanqing at this time? It's just that his skin was different.
Duan Yanqing was asked this question carelessly by Murong Fu, and he wanted to get angry, but for some reason, a certain heartstring tugged at him, and he couldn't even bring up a trace of anger, so he stood there and pondered.
"Is this the happiest time in my life?"
In the past few decades, Duan Yanqing has no friends. The three villains who have been following him are more like his subordinates than his companions. He has no relatives. His father, Emperor Shangde, rebelled decades ago.
He passed away, and his only biological uncle, Master Kurong, ignored him, and his intentions were self-evident. He also had no wife and children, so there was no talk of family happiness.
Even compared to when some relatives were killed and the whole family was wiped out, he didn't even have any enemies. All the enemies who hurt him had been slaughtered by him in the past few decades, and they also earned him a "
The reputation of "the most evil person in the world".
Looking back on the past, it turned out to be as desolate as the dry landscape in the dead of winter.
Duan Yanqing not only felt desolate in his heart, but also dropped his hands feebly.
He suddenly felt an urge to go to the pool to see what he looked like now, so he limped to the edge of the pool with a broken crutch and leaned down.
The water in Hantan is shallow, and what you see is a weather-beaten, scarred face. Especially the scar on his throat is even more shocking. The injury almost killed him. His hair is disheveled and unmodified.
Looking at the man in front of me, how does he look like a young and elegant prince in his young robe?
"this is me?"
For an instant, Duan Yanqing felt in a trance.
"The late Dali emperor gave you a good name, 'Yanqing', but it's a pity that your surname is Duan. Since the name 'Yanqing' is 'Duan', how can it be 'Qing'?"
Murong Fu sighed softly.
Just like the name Murong Fu, the Murong clan is almost gone, so what is the name of Murong Fu?
Murong Fu said: "Actually, you have long known in your heart that even if you kill brother Duan Zhengming, the throne of Dali will not be returned to you. Even if several eminent monks of the same generation in Tianlong Temple return to secular life, it is impossible to bring down the throne of a country.
Your position is given to a former prince who should have died long ago in everyone's memory. What's more, this prince is now unable to speak or act, and he is still a great villain with a bad reputation all over the world."
This sentence shocked Duan Yanqing's heart. For a moment, it felt as if someone had stabbed a dagger deeply into his heart and dissected all his heart and liver under the sun.
"What did you say, what did you say?"
Duan Yanqing's eyes were red, like a wild beast that had been cornered, with wounds all over his body, and he was trembling in front of the hounds and hunters. Only the grinning of his teeth could hide the fear in his heart.
"Did I say something wrong? Duan, Prince Yanqing!"
Murong Fu faced Duan Yanqing with no expression on his face and deliberately paused between the word Duan and "Yanqing".
This body became the last straw that broke Duan Yanqing's nerves. Duan Yanqing howled like a wounded wild wolf, launching a final attack on the hunters who were hunting him.
He stretched out his two staffs, stood up from the ground, and swung the two iron staffs at Murong Fu at the same time. It was completely different from the previous safe attack method of attacking with one staff and protecting with the other. This time it was extremely dangerous, and the door was wide open.
, if Murong Fu fights back, it will inevitably be a lose-lose situation.
Unexpectedly, when he was within a foot of Murong Fu, the iron staff seemed to suddenly touch something soft, like a soft wall. However, it only hindered him for a moment, and the iron staff rushed forward again.
Murong Fu used both hands to strike and neutralize, and easily grasped the two iron staffs in his hands. Then he flicked his sleeves and robes, and a strong force knocked Duan Yanqing away and landed in a pool not far away.
Duan Yanqing fell into the puddle and did not try to get up. He stayed in the puddle wet, as if his soul had been knocked out by the blow just now. At this time, he was really a zombie with only one body left.