Chapter 43 All politicians have to know how to perform rituals!Murong Bo was in a state of disgrace and said angrily, "Rebellious son, you rebellious son!" He was gifted throughout his life. When he was a teenager, he was able to defeat a master like the Yellow-browed Monk with one move. When he was young, he had already impressed elites of the Central Plains martial arts world like Xuanci and Wang Jiantong. It can be said that he had a smooth journey. The last time Murong Bo was in such a mess was during the Battle of Yanmen Pass. At that time, Murong Bo was hiding in the dark, watching Xiao Yuanshan kill all the martial arts masters in the Central Plains until the blood flowed like a river. Xiao Yuanshan's astonishing martial arts in his violent state frightened Murong Bo so much that he turned pale and suffered from insomnia for a long time. Until recent years, when he was stealing books in Shaoshi Mountain, he encountered a similarly masked book thief. He fought with the man three times and received his guidance, which greatly improved his martial arts skills. Only then did he get rid of the nightmare brought by Xiao Yuanshan in the past. This time, he wanted to teach his rebellious son a severe lesson, but he almost died at his hands. Although he is not dead now, he has been beaten to a pulp in the literal sense. The old father's dignity was completely lost. "Hmph, you say I am a rebellious son, but I think you are a rebellious father!" Murong Fu naturally would not be polite and retorted.
"What?!" Murong Bo was shocked. "I'm your father, how dare you talk to me like that?!" Murong Fu sneered, "My father died a long time ago, who knows if you are pretending? Just because someone looks like him doesn't mean he is real. Do you have any evidence?" "I have already used the Finger of Samsara, and you actually doubt my identity?" Murong Bo was shocked and angry. "I am so cautious!" Murong Fu said, "Do you have any evidence?" Murong Bo stared at Murong Fu with a dark face, and took out something from his arms, which turned out to be a black iron token. There are four big characters "Gu Su Murong" written in a flamboyant style on it. Murong Bo said in a deep voice: "This is the first black-lettered Yan flag order cast with black iron by our ancestor Murong Longcheng!" Murong Fu was about to say something, but Ah Zhu was afraid that Murong Fu and Murong Bo would argue again, so she quickly said: "Master, this is real. I saw this black iron and black lettered Yan flag when I was a child. This is really the master!" Murong Bo was very pleased. Ah Zhu was indeed the maid he personally brought back. She was extremely smart! Murong Fu nodded and said, "It seems that you really are my father!" Murong Bo said: "Since you know that I am your father, you rebellious son, why don't you kneel down?!" Murong Fu laughed out loud when he heard this. "What are you laughing at?" Murong Bo felt that Murong Fu was a little unreasonable. Murong Fu said: "Although you are my father, you are also a rebellious father, and I cannot kneel down to you!" "You...what are you talking about?!" Murong Bo was shaking with anger, "It is only natural for a son to kneel before his father!" Murong Fu said shamelessly: "Because I am not only your son, I am also your ancestor." "Asshole!" Murong Bo's eyes widened with anger. If he hadn't been unable to beat his rebellious son, he would have hit him with a hammer this morning. "How dare you insult your father like this?" Murong Fu said innocently, "I'm not insulting you, I'm telling the truth. Why do you think my martial arts skills have improved so much and reached a level that is even better than my master? It's really the result of my ancestors' blessing!"
Murong Bo was somewhat surprised and doubtful, thinking that he had watched this rebellious son grow up since he was a child. Even after he faked his death, he changed his name to Yan Longyuan and protected him by his side until he achieved success in martial arts, and then he left quietly. But this rebellious son's martial arts skills have become so strong, and his personality seems to have become a completely different person. Is there really something fishy going on? Murong Fu looked at Ah Zhu and said, "Ah Zhu, have I changed a lot since before? Maybe even a lot?" Ah Zhu was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Young Master has changed a lot, he has become a completely different person. Ah Bi and I have discussed this privately and we are both quite puzzled. Especially Young Master always said that Murong family's intelligence network let Young Master know a lot of things, but I am also in charge of Murong family's intelligence network. Although we have spies all over the world and can also deliver information by carrier pigeons, the level is not high and we can only get general information in the martial arts world. But what Young Master knows are all important secrets. This is unreasonable!" A-Bi might be ignorant, but A-Zhu is such a smart person that she saw the changes in Murong Fu, but she didn't dare to say anything or ask. Now that Murong Fu had revealed his true colors, Ah Zhu took the opportunity to express her doubts. Murong Bo carefully observed Ah Zhu's expression and guessed that what Ah Zhu said was true. However, he also had doubts in his heart: Is the person in front of him really his son? No one knows a son better than his father. Murong Fu in front of him, except for his appearance, Murong Bo felt that he didn't look like his son at all. "Azhu, do you still remember when I had a huge change?" Murong Fu asked. "About a month and a half ago, that day, the young master suddenly acted very crazy. He found everything around him new and new. He locked himself up, as if he was thinking about something." Ah Zhu said. Murong Fu said, "Actually, that day, I had a dream. I dreamed that I entered the underworld and met Emperor Chengwu! He pointed at me and cursed me, saying that my restoration of the country over the years was just a mess, without any rules, and it was a disgrace to him! He also said that you, Dad, are even more ridiculous, and are simply the eternal sinner of the Murong family!" Emperor Chengwu was the direct ancestor of Murong Chui, the founding emperor of Later Yan, and Murong Longcheng. Although Murong Chui succeeded in restoring his country and became a role model for the Murong family, not long after the founding of Later Yan, Crown Prince Murong Bao suffered a disastrous defeat at Chanhepo, in which 50,000 Yan troops were killed by Tuoba Gui. The strength of Later Yan was greatly damaged, and Murong Chui died of grief and anger. The Murong family's unique skill is called Chanhe Finger, and the villa is called Chanhe Villa, which means Murong Longcheng hopes that his descendants will remember the shame of the disastrous defeat at Chanhe Pond, and learn from the shame and strive to make progress. Murong Bo was not willing to believe it, and even more unwilling to be denied by his ancestors, he shook his head and said, "Nonsense, rebellious son, I think you have lost your mind!" Murong Fu said: "I can prove that my ancestors are fooling me. Protect me!" Murong Bo said: "How to prove it?" Murong Fu said, "Dad, didn't you learn the One Yang Finger and want to use it to kill Xuan Bei by surprise and put the blame on the Duan family of Dali?" Murong Bo was surprised and asked: "How do you know?!" Murong Fu asked, "How high have you reached in practicing the One Finger of Sun and Moon?" Murong Bo said proudly, "Although I have only learned the One Finger of Sun and Moon for two years, I have already practiced it to the sixth level. Compared with those useless people in the Duan family, I am outstanding." Murong Fu said: "If you pass the One Yang Finger to me, I can mobilize the divine power of my ancestors and improve the One Yang Finger in an instant, surpassing your two years of hard work!" "This is impossible!" Murong Bo felt that Murong Fu was treating him like a fool. "Why not give it a try?" "Okay!" Murong Bo gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see what you are up to!" As he spoke, Murong Bo was ready to teach Murong Fu the One Yang Finger, but after looking at Ah Zhu, he signaled with his eyes that Ah Zhu should step back. Ah Zhu was a sensible girl. Just as she was about to leave, Murong Fu grabbed her sleeve. "Azhu is my woman, my most trusted confidant. Dad, you don't need to ask her to avoid me." Murong Fu said, "Besides, I already know Azhu's background. She is the daughter of Duan Zhengchun, the King of Zhennan in Dali. She is a member of the Duan family. It's no big deal for her to learn the One Yang Finger." "What? She is the daughter of King Zhennan of Dali?!" Murong Bo was shocked again. Although Azhu was brought back by Murong Bo, Murong Bo really didn't know Azhu's life experience.
"Yes!" Murong Bo suddenly realized something, "There is a word 'Duan' on her shoulder. I only thought her father or mother's surname was Duan, but I didn't expect that she was the daughter of the Dali Duan family. The Baoding Emperor of the Dali Duan family had no children. Duan Zhengchun was actually the crown prince. Duan Zhengchun's daughter is the future princess of Dali. Well, this is a good match! In this case, Ah Zhu, you should also learn the One Yang Finger together!" At this moment, Murong Bo talked about the formula and practice method of One Yang Finger. Ah Zhu only remembered some of it vaguely. But Murong Fu's martial arts foundation was already quite strong. He had memorized everything and could use it. The fingers are as swift as the wind and as powerful as lightning! Murong Fu used the One Finger Zen. But in his hands, this Yang Finger is just an ordinary acupoint-pressing skill. This is what happens when you have learned something but not practiced it. "Rebellious son, your Yang Finger is not even at the ninth level!" Murong Bo said disdainfully. "I haven't used my power yet, I'm still praying to the gods!" Murong Fu said, "Wait a moment!" Murong Fu decided to perform a shaman act. Although shaman dancing may not seem very high-end, it is a compulsory course throughout the political history of China. From Chen Sheng and Wu Guang’s fox howling, and books hidden in the fish’s belly. When Zhang Jiao's Cang Tian was dead, Huang Tian should be established, and talismans and water could cure diseases. Until Wu Zetian's Maitreya was born. To the following line: "Don't say that the stone man has only one eye, he can stir up the whole world to rebel against the Yellow River." From Yang Xiuqing's "God the Father descending to earth" in the late Qing Dynasty to the Boxer Rebellion's eldest brother being invulnerable to swords and guns, this kind of shaman dance has always been very popular in China. As a civilian politician, you must be good at performing shaman rituals. Especially since Murong Fu will be the leader of the Ming Cult in the future, he must make good use of the technique of shaman dance, at least to reach the level of Yang Xiuqing, "God the Father descending to earth." "Heaven and earth, please help the Emperor Taizu to show his spirit!" In his previous life, Murong Fu was a humble public servant. When he went to the countryside to help with poverty alleviation, he had seen some folk customs of shaman dancing. Now he followed their example and imitated it vividly, with quite the style of Yang Xiuqing. After Murong Fu finished his performance, he issued an order in his mind: [Dark blue, give me some! ] 【Show me your limits! 】 The difficulty of Yi Yang Finger is obviously inferior to that of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. The points required are half of that of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, which is only 50 points. With these 50 points added, One Finger Yang skipped the entry level and went straight to the mastery level. However, his progress is not as fast as that of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, and he has just reached the mastery level. After all, Murong Fu has no basic knowledge. After adding the points, Murong Fu's eyes were indifferent, full of a sense of alienation and indifference to the common people. He looked at Azhu and Murong Bo, which made the two of them feel creepy. "Om Lan, purify the Dharma Realm, Qian Yuan Heng Li Zhen! The Dharma is accomplished!"
After saying that, Murong Fu used the One Yang Finger again. This time, the force of his One Yang Finger shot out and hit the tree beside him, directly making a hole in it. "Fourth grade! Fourth grade One Yang Finger!" Murong Bo opened his eyes wide, and found it unbelievable. "Dali Baoding Emperor Duan Zhengming practiced hard for decades, training in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, but he only has a fourth grade One Yang Finger! How... How is this possible?" No one knows the difficulty of the fourth-grade One Yang Finger better than Murong Bo, the martial arts master. No matter how brilliant or talented you are, it is impossible for you to practice One Yang Finger to the fourth grade in just half a cup of tea. The result is decades of hard work, and there is absolutely no way to be lazy. In Murong Bo's opinion, in the entire Dali Duan clan, Duan Zhengming was the only one who could practice One Yang Finger to the fourth level. But Duan Zhengming has been practicing Yi Yang Finger since he was a child, and he is now over fifty years old. The only explanation is that the ancestors really appeared! In this era where feudal superstition is the mainstream, Murong Bo looked at Murong Fu, who was tall and straight and divine, and bowed down quickly, prostrating himself on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "I, Murong Bo, your humble descendant, respectfully welcome the arrival of the Holy Emperor Chengwu! May the Holy Emperor Chengwu live forever, and be blessed with great virtue and honor!" (End of this chapter)
