Suddenly, Murong Fu's body trembled unconsciously, and then frowned, after calming down the trembling body, Murong Fu suddenly found that the underlying consciousness actually affected him at this moment, it seems that Murong Fu still had a deep obsession with this father in the past.

Although the night was dark at the moment, and the gray-clothed monk on the opposite side looked a little blurry, after that glance at each other, Murong Fu clearly understood that this dress, this figure, was indeed his father, Murong Bo!

The two of them looked at each other like this, without saying a word, and after a long time, a smile crossed Murong Bo's eyes, as if he was taking a test, stretched out his index finger, Ling Xuan nodded, and pointed to the point of the wind, which was Murong Fu's position.

Murong Fu saw Murong Bo's finger, sighed slightly, how could he not know his thoughts?

"Poof!"

Two almost invisible fingers, like wind and thunder, like fire and electricity, carried a fierce, terrifying, public, domineering momentum, fiercely bombarded together, snapped, and splashed in the air, and the remaining fingers shot in all directions, causing the surrounding stone chips to fly.

Murong Bo let out a long laugh, stood up, and laughed: "What a Gusunan Murong! Sure enough, you don't lose Gusu Murong's face, not bad, not bad, not bad!"

Looking at the old figure in the Shaolin monk's robe, he was silent for a long time, and after a while, Murong Fu smiled, raised his head, his eyes gradually closed, and a soft voice, with a kind of undoubtedness, slowly came out: "Since you have used the Shenhe Finger, are you ready to recognize me?"

Hearing Murong Fu's bland words, a smile appeared on Murong Bo's face, he nodded lightly, and then said with a smile: "I think you can guess who I am, Fu'er, during the years of your father's absence, you have done better than I imagined." He stretched out his hand and pulled off the curtain, revealing a face with clear eyes and white eyebrows.

Murong Bo, who was watching, took off the curtain on his face, and Murong Fu said slowly: "Why do you want to hide your fake death?" Although Murong Fu knew the reason, he still asked about the emotional impact in the past.

Murong Bo smiled slightly: "Presumably you know Xiao Feng's life experience, yes, that big villain is me, when I say that I am falsely transmitting a message, I want to provoke a big fight among the Song Liao martial artists, and my Dayan can profit from it, after I am governor, Xuan Ci will inevitably question me, your father and I have no excuse, I expected Xuan Ci's surname, as long as I die, he will not reveal the truth and damage my reputation after death." ”

Turning his head and glancing at Murong Fu with a different face on the side, Murong Bo was a little unable to see this son, it seemed that it was not as he thought, Murong Fu would be surprised to recognize him, and then he didn't think much about it, and said lightly: "If I die, the reputation of the Murong clan will be fine, and my son can still continue to revive the great cause, otherwise, the heroes of the Central Plains will rise up and make enemies of my Murong clan, no matter how powerful my Murong clan is, I can't defeat many good players in the rivers and lakes, and it is already difficult to survive, let alone gather the people to restore the country?" However, my son is still young, and if my son knew that his father was faking his death, he would inevitably show his feet, so even my son would have been concealed from his surname. ”

After speaking, Murong Bo was slightly stunned when he saw that Murong Fu did not pose as a little daughter at all, and then a faint look of approval flashed in his eyes, because he himself put Zu Xun Xingyan in the first place, and his personal feelings in the second place, and he was extremely relieved to see Murong Fu like this.

But how did Murong Bo know that this Murong Fu in front of him was not Murong Fu!

Murong Fu's gaze stared at the elegant old man with white eyebrows and long drooping eyebrows, on that already old face, the father who had once made the predecessor Murong Fu the proudest, but at this moment he appeared in front of him again, and he could vaguely see some traces of memory!

"After so many years of faking death, have you ever felt sorry?" Murong Fu slowly closed his eyes, and his deep voice was filled with a little anger that could not be concealed, the reason why Murong Fu had this tragedy, and even ended up going crazy, Murong Bo also had an unshirkable responsibility!

Murong Bo was stunned when he heard Murong Fu's words, and naturally understood the meaning of Murong Fu's words, remembering that he had worked hard and lonely, and in order to revive Guyan, he did not hesitate to give up everything, destroy his reputation, and falsely spread the news, in order to provoke the great fight of the Song Liao warriors, take profits from it, and restore Dayan.

Although all this failed, he felt that it was worth running for the revival of Dayan, so he immediately shook his head and said: "My son, as a descendant of my Gusu Murong clan, you must know that it is the responsibility of my Murong clan to revive Dayan, and for the sake of long-term purposes, it is okay to endure temporary grievances!"

Rao is this Murong Fu is not Murong Fu, hearing Murong Bo's words, he couldn't help but smile, but his voice was a little depressed, and he pursed his lips: "Do you know how heavy the name Murong Fu is?"

Murong Bo's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and he said in a deep voice: "Daddy named you and used the word 'Fu', what does that mean? It means that you must never forget the legacy of your ancestors and ancestors, and you must rejuvenate Dayan and take back the country, shouldn't you, as a descendant of the Murong clan, uphold the legacy of your ancestors?"

Murong Fu's closed eyes finally opened again, Murong Fu at this time was no longer the previous Murong Fu, what Xingfu Dayan, in his opinion, was all a passing eye, and the emotions in his eyes were restrained to the depths of his heart, but he did not speak.

His eyes stared straight at Murong Bo, who was straight, and after a long time, he said softly, "Tell me, have you ever been happy?"

Murong Bo has been in camp service all his life, constantly running for the revival of the Yan Kingdom, it can be said that he has never had any happiness, his life is not better than Murong Fu at all, his martial arts are strong, he is famous all over the world, and he is in awe of him on the rivers and lakes, and he was once overwhelmed by people of his generation, but in his heart, he really never felt really happy, so he had to say slowly: "No!"

Murong Bo expected that Murong Fu would ask like this, and there must be a deep meaning in it, but sure enough, he heard Murong Fu say: "In the past, those famous British kings who moved the world were like Murong Ke, Murong Chui, Murong De and other figures, and the hegemony they created with all their lives, after a hundred years in a hurry, did not gradually turn into a handful of loess? Dayan has become a thing of the past, the most important thing is not to live in the present?

Murong Fu's voice gently hovered in Murong Bo's ears, this voice seemed to have a magical power, and when the sound fell, it made Murong Bo's smiling face completely solidify, and in this moment, the breeze blew, leaving Murong Bo's face sluggish.

At this moment, Murong Bo didn't know if Murong Fu was wrong or if he heard it wrong, but Murong Fu's flat expression was extremely clear at this moment.

The atmosphere of silence shrouded the two of them, and this atmosphere lasted for a long time, before Murong Bo slowly came back to his senses, he turned his head, with an incredible look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Fu'er, you repeat what you just said!" The trace of anger contained in Murong Bo's voice, I am afraid that anyone can hear it.

Seeing Murong Bo's reaction, Murong Fu was not surprised, he was originally from the later generations, although he had the influence of Murong Fu's residual consciousness, but he saw the relationship between father and son very lightly, after all, he was just a person from the later generations of the Magpie's Nest, if it was Murong Fu in the past, he would definitely not dare to disobey Murong Bo's intentions, but unfortunately, it was Murong Fu in the past, not him.

Murong Fu turned around, looked at Murong Bo, who was as heavy as water, and said lightly: "What I mean is very clear, I just want to stay in Shenhezhuang in peace and stability in this life, and the matter of reviving Dayan, it is really difficult to obey my fate!"

Taking a deep breath, a strong internal force suddenly surged out of Murong Bo's body, Murong Bo was like a ghostly black shadow, suddenly appeared, Murong Fu's pupils shrank slightly, and he didn't resist, he stood there quietly, motionless.

Murong Bo slapped Murong Fu's palm and changed, turning his palm into a grasp, and a figure instantly appeared in front of Murong Fu's eyes, seeing Murong Fu staring at him expressionlessly and not caring much, his right hand grabbed Murong Fu like lightning.

"Rebel, you actually said such a big rebellious thing, how can you be worthy of the ancestors of the Murong clan!"

The indifferent voice sounded slowly, and then Murong Bo's figure appeared in front of Murong Fu, at this moment, his palm was firmly grasping the latter's neck, as long as he spit out a little internal force, he could break his throat!

Murong Fu felt Murong Bo's slightly trembling palm, obviously, Murong Bo is not in a calm state now, once he is really angry, and his internal strength is vomited, I am afraid that Murong Fu will turn into a cold corpse in an instant.

"Let me ask you again, do you really want to be an unworthy descendant of my Murong clan?" As he spoke, his grip on Murong Fu's throat became tighter and tighter

"No matter how many times you ask, my answer will still not change!" Murong Fu said lightly, the determination in his voice, even Murong Bo was shocked.

Murong Bo took a breath slowly, and his deep voice, as if with a hint of roar, resounded in this quiet night: "You are a descendant of the Murong clan in vain, how can I have a rebel like you?"

Seeing that Murong Fu's face was like an ancient well, without the slightest wave, Murong Bo frowned, and then a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at Shenhe Zhuang with great meaning, and then looked at the pale son who was caught by himself, and Murong Bo's palm slowly loosened Murong Fu's neck, and said, "You want to live in seclusion in Shenhezhuang, okay, I will fulfill you." ”

"Ahem!cough!" Out of Murong Bo's restraint, Murong Fu, who had been held back for a long time, had a flush on his face, coughed violently a few times, and glanced down at the murderous Murong Bo opposite, not knowing why he suddenly changed his mind