Murong Fu vertical and horizontal Douluo

May is supposed to be a time of gentle breeze and bright weather, full of vitality. However, the surroundings of the capital city are now filled with chills.

The cavalry of Jin Taizu captured Shangjing City and entered the Liao Palace. Emperor Tianzuo fled, leaving behind his ministers and thousands of people. The bloodthirst of the barbarians in the white mountains and black waters was vividly displayed in this city. The fire,

The blood, the cries of women and children intertwined together, like the end of the world.

On top of the green mountain, there were five people, looking down at the hellish scene.

Standing in front are two old men with gray hair, a man and a woman. The man has a clear face, and although his head is white, his figure is still as straight as a pine tree. His eyes are as clear as water, not as turbid as those of ordinary old men. The woman is petite,

Even at this old age, the beauty of the past can still be seen.

Standing behind the two people are a man and two women. The man is middle-aged, burly, with a beard, and his eyes are like lightning. The two women are both young people, with beautiful appearance, but they are dressed in smart clothes, one has a sword, and the other has a sword, and they are full of heroic spirit.

.The three of them all have long auras and are obviously skilled in martial arts, but their clothes are all those of servants.

"It's as strong as the Liao Dynasty, but it still has such a day!" The white-haired old man stared at it for a moment, and sighed quietly: "The king's plan for hegemony is in vain!"

"Sir," the old woman said, her voice not as light as the young girl's, but still clear and soft: "The Liao Dynasty was defeated by the Jin Kingdom, and I am afraid that the Song Dynasty will not be able to survive for a long time. When the Central Plains is in chaos, the martial arts will also be in chaos.

.If the young master ascends to a high place and calls out at this moment, with your current martial arts skills..."

The old man waved his hands, looked back at the old woman and smiled slightly: "I, Murong Fu, have been crazy for thirty years and crazy for ten years. Now I have spent more than ten years of leisure. Why bother to fight for those vain things?

Oh! Abi, don’t mention this again."

Abi looked at the young master in front of her, and the gloomy look that was originally hidden between her brows had disappeared. His graceful smile, demeanor and grace were even better than those of Murong, a peerless talent who stood out in the world more than twenty years ago.

Young Master, his eyes were as gentle as water.

Murong Fu looked at his former maid and now his beloved wife, and stretched out his hand to straighten the broken hair around her ears: "Let's go!" After saying that, he took Abi's hand and turned to leave. Three attendants, one man, two women, followed.

Behind him, even though the mountain was in chaos, there was no obstacle to the five of them.

Fast forward another twenty years.

Murong Fu, who was nearly eighty years old, was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. Abi had passed away a few years ago. He smiled before leaving, as if he had no regrets or complaints in his life. Murong Fu looked up at the sky, the clouds dispersed, and he felt the true energy in his Dantian.

The bones slowly dispersed towards the limbs. Knowing that destiny had arrived, a relieved smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

Individual figures flashed before his eyes. A tall, heroic man with a weathered face and a powerful look stood proudly, holding a wine jar in the sky and drinking heavily; an ugly young monk, a handsome young man with a rosy look, and a

The beauty in white clothes beats the snow, with tears in her eyes...

"Regret? No regret! Hate? No regret! Regret... a little..." Murong Fu chuckled and whispered: "It's a pity that I can no longer compete with Brother Xiao in palm skills, and I regret that I can't compete with Mr. Xu Zhuzi's plum-breaking skills.

I regret that I can’t discuss swordsmanship with Prince Duan... Well, now it’s Master Duan who is discussing swordsmanship... Haha... Hey, I haven’t finished reading the book of Qu Jing Ji yet..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his breath disappeared.

Well, is this the world after death?

wonderful……

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"Congratulations to Brother Xiu, you are a boy again!"

"Yan'er, look, this is our second child, well, he looks like you!"

"Mom, I want to see my brother, I want to see my brother!"

What's going on...?

…

"Murong Fu, you little brat, are you going to go wild again?" A hot female voice sounded, and a beautiful middle-aged woman stood at the door of the house and scolded the five or six-year-old child who was tiptoeing to get out of the courtyard.

"Hey," the child had to stop, turned around, and scratched his head: "Mom, I'm going to go out for a walk, just walk around..." This child has red lips, white teeth, and delicate eyebrows. He is as cute as a porcelain doll. This fashion is selling well.

What a coincidence, it’s even more endearing.

However, the beautiful woman did not accept this trick at all, and laughed and scolded: "You big-headed idiot, come back to see my sister!" As she spoke, a cute little head with two upward braids came out from her legs.

, but she was a little girl who was less than three years old, plump and pink. When she saw the boy, she immediately stretched out her two chubby little hands and said in a unclear stutter: "Brother, I want a hug!"

"Okay... okay..." Murong Fu's face was helpless, but his eyes were full of doting. He stepped forward and picked up the little girl, and entered the house amidst the girl's cheerful laughter.

Hey, I can't listen to that old man's story today. I still want to hear him tell the story of the battle between Sword Dao Chen Xin and Iron Spear Holy King. What a pity... Murong Fu thought while coaxing the child.

It has been six years since Murong Fu came to this world called Douluo Continent. It was quite novel at first. There are many legends about reincarnation, but most of them are from Buddhism, especially the Tibetan Tantric tradition. Although it is rare, it is not surprising.

Murong Fu was too much to accept. Now he has become accustomed to it. He has parents, a brother, and a clingy sister...

In his previous life, Murong Fu lost his father when he was young. Although it was later found out that he had faked his death, his father's love was indeed missing in his life. As for his mother, she only wanted to inherit her father's legacy and would only urge herself to practice literature and martial arts, which later led to resentment.

He died of illness before he was a minor.

When he was young, he had his uncle to help him, but after his uncle passed away early, his aunt was very unhappy with him, and there was no longer a close elder in the world.

Now his parents and elder brother are very caring towards him. Although his younger sister is naughty, she loves him and loves him. This kind of family affection is something he has never had before.

Maybe it's because the young man's body has affected his mind? Murong Fu found a reliable reason for himself to indulge in family affection and forget about himself. It's just...

Looking at the girl in his arms who was playing with his hair, Murong Fu felt a little strange. In his previous life, he had never given birth to a child, and he had never taken care of a child when he was over seventy years old. Now that he was less than seven years old, he actually had to take care of his little sister. How could he say that?

Things are unpredictable.

"Brother, when will daddy and eldest brother come back?" the younger sister asked with her mouth shut.

"Dad, it should be soon. As for the eldest brother, it's hard to say!" Murong Fu chuckled.

His reincarnated father, Murong Xiu, is the city defense chief of the town. Although the town called Duoyan is small, it is located on the border. The city of Tanzania to which it belongs is an important city for trade between the two countries, so his father has quite a few soldiers.

His own strength is also pretty good!

In the parlance of this world, the forty-ninth level four-ring soul sect, the martial soul red flame cloud pattern sword!

When Murong Fu saw Wuhun for the first time, he was so surprised that it was beyond words! In his opinion, with only level 30 soul power, his magnanimity and power were comparable to those of the top masters in the world in his previous life! Level 40 was already

Top master! Murong Fu realized that in his previous life, at the age of thirty, he was not as good as his father.

However, Murong Fu also noticed that although the so-called soul masters in this world were powerful, their techniques were quite crude and crude. At least the sword skills he used could only be described as horrific in his eyes.

What surprised him even more was his mother.

Tuoba Yan, the fifty-level five-ring soul king! He has one more soul ring than his father! The martial soul is the purgatory viper. Murong Fu heard it from the book - in fact, the bard mentioned that snakes are mostly water

, ice type martial arts, poison is also common, but fire is extremely rare!

Or through the storyteller, Murong Fu learned that in this world, parents, especially mothers, are already very powerful! Even if you go to the big cities of the two empires, Star Luo and Tiandou, you can find a good job. But...

I don't understand why the two of them would work as city defense officers in this remote town.

As for his eldest brother Murongtai, he is eleven years old this year and has inherited his father's martial spirit of the Red Flame Cloud Pattern Sword. This makes his mother very dissatisfied. During the few days when his eldest brother's martial spirit awakened, his mother was always sarcastic and his father was trying to please him.

It took a long time to relax.

The eldest brother's talents surprised his parents. He awakened at the age of six and was gifted with eighth-level soul power. Although he was not the most outstanding innate soul power, he was already quite a genius! In the same year, he was promoted to level ten, received his first soul ring and became a soul master.

.I obtained my second soul ring last year and became a great soul master. Now I am eleven years old, my soul power has reached level 23, and I am the top student of Tanzania City Intermediate Academy.

At the beginning of the month, my father took his eldest brother out, saying that he was going to take him to a very good school. Calculating the time, if everything goes well, my father should be back in the next two days.

"Why doesn't the eldest brother come back!" Murong Qing, the younger sister, started talking unhappily: "The eldest brother hasn't played with me for a long time!"

Murong Fu couldn't help but smile. The three most gratifying things since his reincarnation were the love of his parents and brothers, the fact that he was still named Fu, and the third is his little sister Murong Qing. She is four years younger than him.

The little Mao Yatou used her cuteness and naughtiness to gradually make Murong Fu's eighty-year-old man look younger.

Is this considered an old child? Every time Murong Fu thought about this, he found it very interesting.

"Because, eldest brother has to go to school! When he learns well in school, he can catch cute little animals for Qing'er to play with!" Murong Fu knew how to appease the little girl and said with a smile.

"Is that so?" As soon as she heard about the cute little animals, Qing'er's eyes immediately lit up: "I want kittens and cats, and...and little rabbits!"

Thousands of miles away, a long-braided girl was hesitating at the junction of the city and the mountains. Suddenly she sneezed. She rubbed her nose, and the little girl said, "Who are you talking about me?"

In the small courtyard of Murong's family in Duoyan Town, Murong Fu was folding little rabbits out of paper for Qing'er. This was a game that Abi was very good at in his previous life. Murong Fu had learned it after watching it many times, but he had never mastered it. Unexpectedly

This life is used to make my little sister smile.

The brother and sister were playing when they suddenly heard their mother's voice coming from the courtyard: "The master is back, eh? Tai'er is back too!"

"Ah, daddy and big brother are back!" The little girl who had been holding on to Murong Fu's sleeve a moment ago immediately abandoned it and ran out happily. Murong Fu looked at the half-folded rabbit.

, smiled and shook his head, got up and followed out.

However, when they arrived at the courtyard, they saw an old man and a young man. Two handsome men were standing in the courtyard. They were his father and brother, but neither of them looked very good-looking.

"Don't mention it!" Murong Xiu picked up her running daughter and forced a smile on her face, but her brows were still full of anger: "We have met the enemy!"

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

It has always been a pity that Murong Fu was so talented that he finally failed to achieve what he wanted. I had long wanted to write a fanfic, but the structure could not be drawn up. Recently, I was watching Douluo with my little kid at home, and suddenly I felt that Murong Fu came to Douluo.

Not a fully enhanced version of Tang San? Hehe