Looking at the figure kneeling in front of him, Ye Xuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He didn't expect it to be this person.
The figure kneeling in front of him was actually a handsome young master dressed in a light yellow robe, with a longsword hanging by his waist. After he came out, a beautiful figure also ran over from behind the tree. Who else could it be other than Wang Yuyan, whom he had met once in Apricot Forest?
Seeing Wang Yuyan, how could Ye Xuan not know the identity of this young master?
Murong Fu knelt on the ground and bowed to Ye Xuan with a pious expression. "Immortal, please wait. This junior is Murong Fu, a descendant of the previous Yan Kingdom. I beseech Immortal to help me restore my country. My Murong family is willing to worship Immortal and flatter you for all eternity!"
Murong Fu had been working hard to restore his country, but in today's world, whether it was Liao, Song, or Xixia, the fate of their countries was stable and the world was peaceful. How could the Murong family interfere?
Moreover, in Ye Xuan's opinion, the Murong family's desire to restore their country was just an unrealistic delusion.
To restore their country, they didn't start from the royal court or the common people. Instead, they interacted with Jianghu and tried in vain to use the power of Jianghu to establish a country. This idea was really laughable.
In ancient times, it was important to learn both literature and martial arts to become an emperor!
So what if the Murong family's martial arts were good? Could they become the best in the world? Invulnerable to weapons?
They could stir up trouble in Jianghu without anyone stopping them. If they dared to show the slightest sign of rebellion, an army of a hundred thousand would come down and shoot at them. Unless they were really invulnerable to weapons, wouldn't they die in the end?
Not to mention Murong Fu's final outcome, just look at his father, Murong Bo. The dignified Murong family's Clan Leader of Gusu, and his martial arts could be considered excellent. But so what? Didn't he still hide in the Shaolin Temple for personal gain?
Saying that he wanted to secretly learn Shaolin's martial arts and was manipulating things behind the scenes was really laughable.
Even if he could become the best in the world and enter the palace to kill the emperor, so what?
If they killed an emperor, they could just push out another one. Anyway, the emperor had so many relatives, how could they kill them all?
Therefore, from Ye Xuan's point of view, the Murong family's plan to restore their nation was a joke from the very beginning. It was a huge trap. He really didn't know which idiot would come up with such an idea.
Looking at Murong Fu, to be honest, looking at the entire plot, Murong Fu could be considered a pitiful person. He spent his entire life working hard for an illusory dream. From a young master of a rich family, he ended up being deserted by everyone. Even his beloved cousin abandoned him, leaving only a little maid to take care of him. Even though he was crazy, he was still a madman who dreamed of becoming an emperor.
"Always infatuated, henceforth hate! Murong Fu, after this dream, think about your future life properly! " Sighing slightly, Ye Xuan suddenly stretched out a finger and slowly pointed at Murong Fu's head.
Murong Fu was slightly shocked when he saw Ye Xuan's finger. He wanted to dodge, but the moment he thought about it, Ye Xuan's finger had already landed between his eyebrows. Then, Murong Fu was stunned. He closed his eyes and slowly fell to the ground.
"Cousin! (Young Master!) ~ ~ " Seeing Murong Fu fall to the ground under Ye Xuan's finger, Wang Yuyan, who had just run over, couldn't help but cry out in surprise. Apart from her, the Murong family's henchmen, Bao Butong, and the others who had been standing at the side also ran over in shock and anger.
"Alright, let's go!" Ye Xuan did not pay any attention to these people. He did not even care that Wu Ya Zi was in a daze when he saw Wang Yuyan. With a wave of his right hand, after a burst of light, Ye Xuan, the four maids, Wu Ya Zi, and the other five disappeared into thin air.
"Cousin, cousin, are you alright?! Cousin … "Seeing Murong Fu fall to the ground, Wang Yuyan threw herself at him and hugged his head, crying.
"Young Master, Young Master …" The four henchmen who had been injured by Ding Chunqiu stumbled over.
However, they were not as out of their wits as Wang Yuyan. They had all roamed the Jianghu before, so they quickly noticed Murong Fu's abnormality. Gongye Qian hurriedly said to Wang Yuyan, "Miss, stop shaking him. The young master is fine. He seems to have just fainted. If you continue shaking him, he'll be injured."
Hearing Gongye Qian's words, Wang Yuyan was slightly taken aback. Then, she looked at the Murong family's henchmen suspiciously. "Cousin, is he really fine?!"
"He's really fine, Miss. Young Master has just fainted. I just don't know what that little … immortal did to Young Master?" Gongye Qian nodded with certainty.
At this moment, Wang Yuyan suddenly felt Murong Fu in her arms move slightly. Lowering her head, she saw that Murong Fu's eyelashes had moved slightly, and he had actually opened his eyes.
"Cousin, cousin, you're awake. Cousin, are you alright?" Seeing that Murong Fu had woken up, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but look at him with concern.
Murong Fu, who had fainted for a while, stared blankly at her. After a long while, he finally regained his senses. Looking at Wang Yuyan, who was right in front of him, he blinked and asked, "Cousin … I, where am I?"
"Cousin, we're at Beating Drum Mountain now. Have you forgotten? You were just hit by that immortal's finger and fainted. Cousin, are you alright? "Seeing Murong Fu's state, Wang Yuyan looked at him with even more concern.
"Beating Drum Mountain … Immortal …" Murong Fu muttered to himself. He looked around and saw Wang Yuyan, his four henchmen, and the heroes of the pugilistic world not far away. He muttered to himself, "That's right, so that's how it is. Was that just a dream? Or was that immortal giving me pointers? My future … "
"Young Master, what dream? What dream did you have?!" Bao Butong came over curiously.
"Third Brother Bao, you … I'm sorry!" Seeing Bao Butong, Murong Fu suddenly sat up and apologized sincerely to Bao Butong.
"Ah?! Young Master, are you alright?! " Seeing Murong Fu suddenly apologizing to him, Bao Butong felt a little strange and a little fearful. He was afraid that something had happened to Murong Fu.
"I'm fine. Haha, I've never felt so good before!" Murong Fu laughed heartily and stood up from the ground. "A Thousand Years Finger. After this dream, I finally understand that the so-called restoration of the country, the so-called dynasty, is nothing more than a fleeting cloud in the world."
Hearing Murong Fu's words, the four henchmen and Wang Yuyan were instantly terrified. They didn't know what had happened to Murong Fu. Didn't he always want to restore the country?
"Mountains and rivers are everywhere, but your thoughts are far away. Why don't you cherish the people in front of you? Cousin, let's go back and get married! "Murong Fu suddenly grabbed Wang Yuyan's hand and said with a face full of love.
"Ah?! ~ ~" Wang Yuyan was stunned, then her face turned red …
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