Silver-white moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and crickets chirped everywhere. The scent of the night fills the air, weaving a soft net that envelops all the scenery. All the eyes come into contact with is the thing covered with this soft net, no grass or tree, not as realistic as in the daytime, they all have a vague, ethereal color, each of which hides its subtleties, keeps its secrets, and makes people feel like a dream.

The moon is setting.

At this time, the young man opened his eyes, and after breathing in the cold wind, he suddenly shouted: "A second-rate martial artist can stop me? The internal force that had just broken through in his body was running at full strength, and the black iron sword in his hand was drawn on the stone like a whip, and then he saw that the huge bluestone exploded like this, and the debris stained the young man's body, and in the whistling mountain wind, the young man gently patted the dust on his body, and muttered: "Second-rate martial artist, finally, I broke through!" Then the young man's tone became excited, and he said madly: "What about the second-rate martial artist? Haha, Murong Fu, Murong Fu, why do you always bury all the suffering in your heart? Why do you live so lonely?" Why have you never felt a trace of happiness? Murong Fu, what is your life like? Could it be that Wang Tu's hegemony is your real motivation?"

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of the young man's mouth, he shook his head and looked at his hand, looking at the right hand where the tiger's mouth was cracked and bleeding Yin Yin's blood, the young man clenched his fist tightly, his nails had been deeply rooted in the flesh, but he didn't seem to feel pain at all.

The young man's name is Murong Fu, yes, a very familiar name, and at the same time he has another identity, it comes from the afterlife, he woke up a month ago, he found that he actually became Murong Fu, for the name Murong Fu, I believe no one will be unfamiliar.

He is the only one in the young generation of Tianlong Babu who can be as famous as Xiao Feng Gusunan Murong, his life is full of failures, but he is not defeated by failure, his self-confidence has been destroyed again and again, and in the end, he is crazy, a generation of Gusunan Murong is so crazy.

He and Xiao Feng have a similar fate, the same parents died, the same young generation of leaders, known as South Murong, North Qiao Feng, but Qiao Feng has two masters who teach themselves wholeheartedly, and even learned to descend the dragon under the guidance of his master Wang Jiantong, the leader of the beggar gang, and he Murong Fu, some, is just a few family heirlooms, but no one taught, took many detours, and finally indulged in the reputation of returning the other way to the other, but I don't know that those so-called hundred martial arts are not enough, resulting in the final family tradition of not being proficient, in this world dominated by martial arts, Murong Fu's ending can be imagined。

He is personable, like a son of a turbid family, and Xuzhu, just a dumbfounded ugly monk, he even gave up everything, gave up his cousin who loved him deeply, and pursued the so-called princess of Xixia, but Xuzhu was already a candidate, Murong Fu was like a clown talking about his so-called happiness.

He is the legacy of the Xianbei nobleman Murong, but he is just a down-and-out emperor and grandson, and Duan Yu is the authentic son of Dali, he is planning to rejuvenate Dayan everywhere, and has never enjoyed a moment of happiness, and Duan Yu, playing everywhere, doing nothing, Ren surnamed naughty but abandoning the throne at his fingertips.

Is this a joke given to him by God? In every era, there will be protagonists and supporting roles born, but in his era, there are three protagonists, and there will inevitably be one contest after another between the protagonist and the supporting roles, and he fights three people alone with the strength of one person, so his ending is tragic.

Murong Fu is lonely, Deng Baichuan, the turmoil is evil, the package is different, although the four ministers of Gongye Qiansi are very loyal to the Murong family, they may not really understand this young master, under the personable appearance hides Murong Fu's lonely and sensitive heart, on Murong Fu's shoulders that may not be strong, the things he bears are too heavy, too heavy.

After exhausting all his talents and strength, Murong Fu went crazy, many people took it for granted that Murong Fu was crazy, they never thought about how dull and painful Murong Fu's life was, they only knew that Murong Fu was self-inflicted, they only knew that Murong Fu was to blame.

Murong Fu has unspeakable suffering, he has never said it, because it has his dignity, he has the arrogance of belonging to the Dayan royal family, as long as he can succeed, no matter how bitter he is, he will feel that it is worth it, Wang Tu is domineering, he hates the sea and the sky, and who can see it clearly?

"You once said that true happiness is the future, not the past, one day in the future, even if one day in the future, you really succeed in reviving Dayan, so what? Without the cousin who loves him deeply, without the loyal four ministers, some are just sitting alone on the dragon chair, can that kind of loneliness make you truly happy?" Murong Fu muttered with a long sword in his hand.

A line of tears flowed from Murong Fu's eyes, even if he is no longer the crazy Nan Murong who used to be crazy, men will also cry, but before the time of sadness, at this time Murong Fu's heart was mixed, and he didn't know what it was like for a while, his fingers subconsciously touched the clothes he put aside, where there was a concise royal file, symbolizing the glory and mission of the Murong family, Murong Fu had put this royal family and the heirloom jade seal on his chest since he was a child, accompanied by the beating of his heart, the passion of the restoration and the surging blood of his youth, which made him crazy and drunk。

Although it was only half a month to become Murong Fu, he completely inherited Murong Fu's memory, but he deeply felt the loneliness of Murong Fu, for a long time, the young man suddenly turned his head, turned the black iron sword in his hand, picked up the wine scattered aside, picked up the wine jar, and drank it dry, at this time, Murong Fu, who was in a sad mood, was a poison of wine, and drank it without hesitation.

Exhaled, drank a jar of wine and threw it behind him, Murong Fu, who was still unhappy after venting, picked two more jars, opened the bow left and right, and regardless of whether he could swallow it all into his stomach, the wine slipped straight from the top.

smashed the two jars of wine on the ground, Murong Fu didn't care about the embarrassment on his body, continued to pick up the wine next to him, and poured it down, Murong Fu's eyes flashed with bitterness: This night, let me indulge myself, just get drunk!

At this moment, he is no longer Gusunan Murong, he is no longer a personable son, he is just the identity of the future generations, respect Murong Fu, others hate you, everyone doesn't understand me, I understand you, your suffering, your stupidity, your pride, your love, in this life, let me rewrite it.

This time, to you, let's get drunk, Murong Fu.

I don't know how long it took, Murong Fu felt that all the wine beside him had been drunk, and he was drunk in an instant, in fact, he was just holding a breath in his stomach before, and he just drank it, but now, the wine has been drunk, and an unprecedented drunkenness has swept in.

Childe is drunk, Murong Fu!