Murong Fu remained silent on his face, but he kept complaining in his heart: "I still think you have been doing something over the years. What have you done? It turned out that he had recruited several groups of horse bandits and won over a group of mobs. In order to get it done, he just wanted to get it.
Money and food support these bandits, and make countless enemies, which is not worth the loss."
Looking at Murong Bo, Murong Fu suddenly understood why the Murong family had not been able to complete the cause of restoring the country after hundreds of years.
Without it, your mind is not clear.
Despite this, Murong Fu continued to say cliché with a smile: "The old man is thoughtful, but I am ashamed of myself."
"but,"
Murong Fu said this and changed the subject: "But the senior came late at night and wanted Murong Fu to cooperate with his senior with just a few empty words. It would be a bit too natural. Could it be that Murong Fu was deliberately having sex because he was young?
Since you have already said that, if you don’t take out some real things today, hehe, you may not be able to get out of this Swallow Dock today!”
After saying that, suddenly, a huge true energy burst out in Murong Fu's body, and a terrifying energy suddenly enveloped the entire West Hall.
"Crack" "Pu"
Several bursts sounded one after another, and the dozen vases and cups in the West Hall burst out, and the fine powder was like flying catkins on the sky and covered the ground with a thin layer of dust.
Murong Bo was stimulated by this sudden burst of momentum, and his breathing suddenly stopped and he almost jumped up from the chair. However, this pressure only lasted for a short moment and disappeared quickly. Murong Bo's blue and white face slowly
Some bloody color was restored.
Murong Bo was shocked: After a year of seeing you, Fu'er's martial arts has improved so much?
Immediately, I was very pleased: "Good Kung Fu, the ancestors of the Murong family have knowledge of the knowledge, so I should also be happy."
Murong Bo said: "Since I'm here late at night, I'm going to spend a lot of effort, so I'm naturally not just saying a few empty words for the sake of red mouth and white teeth."
As he said that, Murong Bo took out three sheepskins from his arms and placed them gently on the table: "These three things are my efforts over the past twenty years. I use this thing to work with the young master to work together.
What do you think of the young master?”
Murong Fu frowned: "What is this?"
Murong Bo said: "These three pictures are three treasure hiding places. The first picture contains the troops of the thirty-six villages of the 18 mountains and 2,000 miles of Heshuo, with distribution and detailed personnel configuration. The second
The picture records the hiding place of three places for money and grain. The three places add up to no less than one million yuan for money and grain. The third picture shows the hiding place of weapons and armor required for uprising."
"The young master has these three pictures, and he can quickly pull up a rebel army of tens of thousands of people in Shandong and Hebei, and the world can be determined. Is this sincerity enough?"
Murong Fu laughed loudly, and the laughter lasted for a long time, which sounded particularly harsh in the dark night.
Murong Bo said in a panic: "Boy, what do you mean?"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "I laughed at some people who don't know the world is so good that it's easier to talk about magical tools. Relying on a few thousand bandits, I want to change the dynasty. I obviously have my own advanced martial arts and don't practice, but I practice a lot of miscellaneous skills in Shaolin Temple. Fake news
He couldn't harm others. He pretended to die and escaped for more than twenty years, and he ignored his own children. The man buried half of his neck in the loess was now in the emperor's dream of spring and autumn. You said, it's ridiculous, not ridiculous.
ah?"
Murong Bo's heart was shocked, as if a thunder exploded in his mind, making him unable to react for a moment.
"You should have died long ago, hiding your head and showing your tail, staying in the Sutra Pavilion for thirty years, and now when you return to your own home, you are still like this rat behavior. Murong Bo, no, I should call you my father, you are not ashamed of being ashamed.
Is it?"
Murong Fu sneered.
"You, you..."
Murong Bo pointed his trembling finger at Murong Fu, as if a patient had a stroke, and could not spit out a word for a while.
"At this point, I am still so hiding and not daring to reveal my true face?"
With a loud shout, the black cloth covering Murong Bo's head instantly exploded into scattered rags.
Murong Bo settled in fear.
Murong Fu narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him who looked very similar to him with a complex expression.
He is no longer young, and time has carved scars on his face very fairly. On the other hand, with his deep internal skills as a first-class master, he would not have aged so quickly, but his white hair could not be found in half.
The black ones, and the shadows woven by conspiracy turned the martial arts genius who had been so shocked by the yellow-browed monk that he had escaped from Dali for forty-three years into an old man with a hint of ghost spirit.
"You have known my true identity long ago?"
After calming down, Murong Bo asked this question calmly.
"From the beginning, I knew that there are only two people in this world who can change their stars. So many people in the world have died inexplicably in the means of "using their way and using them to do things", how can it not be doubtful?
The one who really convinced me that you are still alive in the world is Mr. Xuanci."
Of course Murong Fu would not tell the truth. That was completely beyond Murong Bo's understanding, and he needed to make up a reasonable reason.
"It's indeed the old monk Xuanci, I said, it's true. So, do you know the right and wrong these thirty years ago?"
Murong Fu did not agree.
"Then, as a descendant of the Murong family, you should understand that all I have done is to restore the Great Yan and fulfill the wishes of the ancestors of all generations."
Murong Fu smiled contemptuously: "You mean the Great Yan of the Xianbei people? Then I ask you, where are the Xianbei people today? Where are the Xianbei languages, words, systems, and utensils?"
Murong Bo couldn't help but be stunned.
"For your ambition, you harmed Xiao Yuanshan's family thirty years ago. You have lived in the shadows for the past thirty years, but I don't know how many people have been killed. Your first wife has passed away, and you have never cared about it. You are the only son of yours.
Never minded it. Everything is for your so-called great cause of restoration of Yan, how ridiculous. Today, someone actually wants to revive an empire that has been destroyed for almost seven hundred years. You just mentioned Li Shimin? Then I ask you, Li Yuan, father and son
Is it because of the decisive world that is to stir up the storm and kill innocent people in the world?”
Murong Bo said angrily: "Killing innocent people indiscriminately? Since ancient times, emperors have accomplished things. Who did not have blood on their hands and walked onto the high throne with white bones like mountains? As long as they can achieve great things, who will care what you use
means?"
"You are wrong. Since ancient times, emperors have achieved success, but they are nothing more than "the times create heroes, and heroes follow the times." Even those proud emperors who were once proud also took advantage of the momentum. There is no one who makes trouble like you, who only adds to the right and wrong.
.”
Murong Bo said in a deep voice: "Okay, okay, then how are you going?"
"I am too lazy to talk about these right and wrong with you today. I never rely on words to change a person. Didn't you mention Li Shimin just now? You naturally know what Li Shimin did!"
"You dare!"
It was not until now that Murong Bo finally realized that he was designed today.
From half a year ago, Deng Baichuan passed the message, and a few days ago, Azhu reported Murong Fu's actions in the past two years to him, Murong Bo felt that the time was ripe, so he came today and was preparing to tell Murong Fu and his heart.
Murong Bo's unexpected father and son were planning together, but in the end it was a trap designed by his only son to invite you into the trap.