In what age are you still traveling through the main god space?

During the Yuanyou period of the Northern Song Dynasty, at Yanziwu deep in the reed pond of Dongting, thirty miles west of Gusu City, there was a man fishing on the water pavilion outside Shenhe Village.

He was wearing ordinary gray clothes, a bamboo hat on his head, and was barefoot, lying crookedly on the waterside pavilion. He was holding a fishing rod made of bamboo in his hand, with a fish basket beside him, and he seemed to be asleep.

"Young Master! Young Master!" A girl of sixteen or seventeen years old ran from a distance. She was pretty, lively, and charming! It was A'Zhu, the confidant of Murong Fu, the owner of Shenhe Manor, and the owner of Tingxiang Pavilion.

Her Qinggong was extremely good, and she came to the man's side as if floating and said, "Master, that man is here again!"

"Pig sister, you scared away my fish!" The man whom A'Zhu called young master was naturally the young master of Shenhe Village, Murong Fu. He lazily opened his eyes. The breeze blowing at this time of year was really comfortable and made people want to sleep.

When A'Zhu heard his young master calling him "Pig Girl", he gave his young master a roll of his eyes, then stretched his head to look at the fish basket next to Murong Fu, and couldn't help laughing: "Hey! I thought I was omnipotent, claiming to be a fisherman. How is Master Murong doing today? I didn’t expect him to be in the Air Force!”

"What air force! If this fishing rod doesn't work well, the bait won't work! And the pig girl scares the fish away, can I use the air force?" When Murong Fu heard the word "air force", he was like a cat with fried fur. said angrily.

"Okay, okay! Young Master, that person is here again!" A'Zhu said, shaking Murong Fu's shoulders.

"What is this old immortal doing here? Did he pass the examination and become a scholar?" Murong Fu wondered. The old immortal had not come back for several years and wandered off somewhere.

"Don't worry! Wait until I drink a few sips of water, then I won't be considered an air force!" As he spoke, Murong Fu moved his hand, and a ball of water from the lake came out, which Murong Fu swallowed in one gulp.

Even though he often saw his young master's abstract behavior, A'Zhu was also shocked.

Just taking a sip of lake water doesn’t count as an air force?

Are you fishing? Or are you out to drink water?

"Don't be in a daze. Pig girl, let's go!" Murong Fu patted A'Zhu on the head and said.

The two of them walked to Shenhe Village together, and returned to Shenhe Village in about half a cup of tea. The fat Bao standing at the entrance of Shenhe Village was different. When he saw Murong Fu coming back, he quickly took the fishing rods, fishing baskets, bamboo hats and other things from Murong Fu's hands and said, "Master, that man is in the main hall."

Murong Fu walked quickly to the main hall with bare feet and saw a person standing in the main hall. The man was about forty or fifty years old, wearing a blue robe, a gauze jacket, and a kerchief hat. He frowned, looking miserable.

This person is Murong Bo.

"You came here today. Could it be that you have passed the imperial examination?" Murong Fu was not polite to this cheap old man and sat crookedly in the upper seat.

The imperial examinations in the Song Dynasty were divided into Jiejie examination, provincial examination and palace examination!

"I am your father after all, why are you still so rude!" Murong Bo felt his liver hurt when he saw his son.

This son has been lying a lot since he was a child, and I couldn't catch him before he was eight years old. After the age of ten, I will not be able to beat him! He also discovered that he had faked his own death. He was really suppressing him at every turn!

"Looking at your tone, you still haven't passed the solution test. From the seventh year of Xining to the eighth year of Yuanfeng, and now the fourth year of Yuanyou. It's been fifteen years! No way! No way! You can't solve it You can't even pass the test!" When Murong Fu heard Murong Bo's words, he couldn't guess the subtext of Murong Bo.

"There are so many people taking the exam every year. Among the 10,000 people, there are as few as three or five, as many as seven or eight! How can the exam be so easy!" Murong Bo said angrily.

He has been taking the exam for more than ten years, how can he not know how ugly it is?

"You are a master of martial arts, but you don't have any memory?" Murong Fu said.

"How can it be so easy to solve the test?" Murong Bo said with a sigh.

When he faked his death and was caught by Murong Fu, Murong Fu told him. If you want to rebel, you can pass the imperial examination to become a powerful official, and then imitate Zhao Kuangyin's yellow robe. Although the chance of success is very slim, it is still much better than messing around in the world!

He thought this was also the case, so he took the imperial examination. Unexpectedly, it had been more than ten years since he passed the first level of the examination.

It's so... so embarrassing!

"You didn't pay bribes, did you?" Murong Fu asked again: "No way! No way! In this officialdom, bribery and cliques are necessary. You can't go through the right path, and you can't use the back door! No wonder nothing can be accomplished! "

"It's so useless! Why are you rebelling? Why not find a place to retire!"

"Shut up! I'm so ambitious! What do you know, you little brat?" Murong Bo was furious. He couldn't stand being sprayed by his own son! If he couldn't beat this traitor, he would teach me a lesson now to see who I am!

I can't beat you, I can't say it! He is so difficult!

"Tsk...this has broken the defense!" Murong Fu shook his head and said, "Do you want to restore the country to Yan?"

Speaking of Dayan, Murong Fu was speechless. This Great Yan is the Later Yan founded by Murong Chui, a Xianbei native, in 384 AD. From the destruction of the country in 409 AD to the fourth year of Yuanyou (1090 AD), more than 680 years have passed.

What is the concept of more than 680 years? It is from the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms to the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and then to the Northern Song Dynasty of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms!

During the Northern Song Dynasty, the people who called for the restoration of the country and the Great Yan were probably equivalent to the people who claimed to be the descendants of Wanyan Aguda during the Republic of China, who wanted to restore the country and the Great Jin!

You can't say that your brain is sick, you can only say that you are delirious.

No wonder someone knew that the Murong family called them descendants of the Yan Kingdom, but no one bothered them, and no one reported them!

Who recognizes this?

I'm afraid others will regard the Murong family as fools!

What's more, they are hiding outside Gusu City, while the Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures, the hometown of the Yan Kingdom, are in the hands of the Liao Kingdom.

If you taste it carefully, you will find it full of irony.

"Nothing in the world is difficult, only those who are willing to do so!" Murong Bo took part in an interpretation test every three years and spent all day reading and writing Confucian classics, and his mind was a little unclear. If you want this kind of chicken soup for the soul, just open your mouth and get it!

"Okay, okay, just be a thoughtful person yourself!" Murong Fu was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot, and was going to take a bath, eat, and go fishing.

Sleeping until you wake up naturally, fishing until you feel sleepy, these are the days of magic!

"Fu'er! As a descendant of the Yan royal family, how can you abandon the honor of your ancestors!" Murong Bo couldn't help but burst into tears when he saw Murong Fu.

"..." Murong Fu said: "You have been away for many years, but have you ever seen surnames like Liu, Zhao, Li, Qi, Ji, Xiong, and Chai?"

"Of course there is!"

"Which of their ancestors has been an emperor? But you, Murong, are so pretentious! You are really sick!" Murong Fu said, rolling his sleeves.

"!!!"

Murong Bo's mind went blank. Isn't that Liu a remnant of the Han Dynasty? Could it be that the person named Zhao was a descendant of Zhao during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods? Maybe the person named Li is a direct descendant of the Tang Dynasty?

What's more, there is someone named Chai...

The people on this street all have prominent status for hundreds of years or a thousand years. When they compare with the Murong family, they really... don't want to go there!

He "cracked" and fell paralyzed on the ground, feeling that his belief in life collapsed.

When Murong returned to the main hall, he saw a woman wearing a green shirt, with an oval face, elegant and beautiful, and said in a very nice voice: "Young master is spraying that person again!"

The old village owner has been pretending to be dead for many years. Murong Fu has the final say in Shenhe Village now, so he has no choice but to call the old village owner that person in order to avoid exposing that the old village owner is not dead and making people laugh.

"Lvmei, have you cooked?" Murong Fu knew that this was Abi, who was his personal maid like A'Zhu.

Although she is a maid, she is like a little sister.

"...Young Master!" Abi's original smiling expression disappeared, and she frowned: "The nicknames that Young Master gives people are so unpleasant! All day long, he calls Sister A'Zhu, Sister Pig, me, Girl Green, and Miss Wang, Little Wang. "

Abi is an extremely gentle woman, even when she is angry, she speaks softly.

"It seems there is no food. I will continue fishing!" Murong Fu shook his head and prepared to continue fishing. I just took a sip of lake water, and I’m going to catch the fish no matter what!

Hearing Murong Fu's words, Abi added: "Young master came back early today, and I haven't cooked yet. If you are hungry, I will cook it and send it to you later. I wonder what you want to eat today?"

"I want to eat king crab!" Murong Fu said.

Abi's eyes twitched. She and Aju were more than ten years younger than Murong Fu. When they were young, they often heard Murong Fu tell them stories, so they naturally knew that king crabs were crabs in the deep sea.

"The king crab is gone, but there are hairy crabs in the lake!"

"There are no king crabs, I want to eat squid!" Murong Fu said again.

"We don't have squid, but we do have West Lake vinegar fish."

"If you don't want to eat it, what's the point of eating vinegar fish?" Murong Fu said again: "It doesn't have this, it doesn't have that. Why not have some donkey meat soup!"

"Gusu City hasn't killed a donkey in several days, no!" Abi continued to shake her head.

"...Hey! Just watch and eat what you have!" Murong Fu shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​ordering food, preparing to go out.

Even if you become an emperor, you still can't eat king crab. This is the world!

At this time, a voice came from outside the village: "The young monk is the Tubo State Master and the abbot of Dalun Temple, Jiumozhi! Many years ago, I had an old relationship with Master Murong! I passed by the village today and came here to pay my respects to Master Murong. !”

"I'm here to find you!" Murong Fu turned around and said to the people in the main hall.

When he turned around, he saw Murong Bo running towards the backyard, apparently not planning to meet Jiumozhi.

Look at your potential!

It’s Yanmenguan causing trouble again, it’s another fake death, and people have to hide it when others come to worship!

No grace at all!

"Bao Gang, let him come in!" Murong Fu said to Bao BuTong in the courtyard.

Originally, Murong Fu had four ministers under his command, namely Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian, Bao Tongtong, and Feng Bosi. Except for Bao BuTong, the other three were all dismissed by Murong Fu many years ago, and now they all have their own families.

The reason why Bao Bubu was not dismissed was because he was afraid that Bao Bubu, a gangster, would be beaten to death when he went out.

Jiumozhi was about fifty years old. He was born with a majestic appearance and behaved like a virtuous and eminent monk. That means you don’t come alone, you come with someone.

The man was extraordinarily handsome, but he was dull and tied up.

It was Duan Yu, the crown prince of Dali who was snatched away from Dali by Jiumozhi.

"I heard that Tubo Buddhism makes good use of human skin and bones to make magical instruments. Could it be that this little brother is the magical instrument of the Tubo master?"

Jiumozhi followed the servants of Shenhe Village, crossed the courtyard, and came to the main hall of Shenhe Village, when he heard this sentence. He looked up and saw a young man with bare feet and clothed clothes, sitting crookedly in the upper seat of the main hall, saying with a mocking face.

This man is so rude!

Jiumozhi was a little angry. He was the Dharma King of Tubo, how respected was his status? Not to mention being honored by the emperor in the Tubo Kingdom, even when he came to the courts of the Song Dynasty, Dali, Liao Kingdom, and Xixia, the monarchs of various countries must treat him as a distinguished guest, not to mention that he was an old friend of Mr. Murong.

This time, Mr. Murong didn't go out to greet him when he came to pay homage to the tomb. When he saw his arrival, he didn't give him a grand reception. It was really rude!

"Is it possible that your Excellency is Master Murong Fu, who is known as the Barefoot Master in Gusu City?" Jiumozhi said instead of answering Murong Fu's words.

"Barefoot Young Master" was Murong Fu's nickname in Gusu City. Everyone in the whole city knew that there was a fool who was the young owner of Shenhe Village. He liked fishing and catching shrimps most in his life, but he didn't like eating and wearing shoes.

"That's right! That's me! If you want to pay homage, I will take you to the Houzhuang Cemetery! If you don't have money for candles and paper, I can also prepare it!" Murong Fu said with a smile.

Bao standing next to him was different. He wanted to smile, but didn't dare to.

His young master's words are getting more and more damaging.

Others come to pay homage empty-handed, but he prepares to spend candles and paper money instead, which is extremely yin and yang!

Jiumozhi also heard the hidden meaning of Murong Fu's words. His face darkened, feeling that he was being treated as a liar.

"Mr. Murong was wrong! The young monk made an appointment with Mr. Murong back then to borrow the Duan Family's Six Meridians Divine Sword Sutra from Dali to give him a reading. This agreement was not fulfilled and he has always been grudges about it. Fortunately, Mr. Duan remembered this sutra in his heart. , there is no choice but to take him to Mr. Murong’s tomb and burn it, so that the young monk will not break his promise to his old friend!" Jiumozhi said slowly. He said that he was not here to beat the autumn wind, and that he had more important things than candles, paper money!

That is - keep your word!

As the saying goes, sending goose feathers from thousands of miles away means less courtesy than more affection. Isn't it more important for him, Jiumozhi Qianli, to fulfill his promise than spend candles and paper money?

"Oh? The Six Meridians Divine Sword Scripture of the Duan clan of Dali?" Murong Fu said with a smile: "Then the Duan clan of Dali is just a corner, there are no famous masters in the world! The Six Meridians Divine Sword must be nothing more than this! You might as well treat this guy The skin is made into scriptures, and the leg bones are called bone flutes. Worshiping one or two in front of the tomb can also show sincerity!"

Jiumozhi's eyelids twitched, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Duan Yu, who was tied up by Wu Hua Da, say: "How can you be so vicious!"

"Ah! It turns out you are not mute!" Murong Fu said in surprise.

"Master, this person is not very good!" Murong Fu said to Jiumozhi again.

"What's wrong!" Jiumozhi said with a gloomy face. He could tell that Murong Fu looked down on him at all.

"This man is actually not a mute and can speak dirty words! If you want to worship him, you need to find a mute to make a magic weapon! In this way, he will never curse anyone in his life, and his soul will be the purest!"