novelhk Chapter 150: The Tianlong Version of Where Are We Going, Dad?
Chapter 150: The Tianlong Version of Where Are We Going, Dad?
Chapter 150: The Tianlong Version of Where Are We Going, Dad?
"Cousin." Just as Murong Fu was imagining the scene of him ascending the throne surrounded by civil and military officials, a call pulled him back to reality.
Murong Fu composed himself, suppressing the dazzling illusions in his heart, turned around, and gently replied, "Cousin."
Three figures, one in red, one in green, and one in white, walked gracefully to his side, protected by Deng Baichuan, Feng Bo'e, and Gongye Qian.
How to put it? He has martial arts skills that rank among the top ten in the world, looks that are unparalleled in the martial arts world, a childhood sweetheart cousin, loyal retainers, and beautiful maids. With such a configuration, he would be the male lead among male protagonists in any novel. However, in Murong Fu's case, he ended up as a fool and a madman. Anyone who reads this would have to say that it is outrageous.
Wang Yuyan, dressed in a plain white dress with a light blue cloak over it, looked up at the surging sea of clouds and layered palaces before her, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and she couldn't help but sigh softly, "Such a wondrous fairyland exists in this world."
Abi nodded in agreement, clicking her tongue in amazement: "Miss is right. No wonder this place is called the Heavenly Palace. Only immortals can live here."
Murong Fu smiled and shook his head, thinking to himself that this was nothing. If you had seen with your own eyes how this heavenly palace was built in an instant, you would probably be even more shocked. The sight of golden light filling the sky and palaces rising from the ground that day still makes him tremble when he thinks about it.
"Let's go." Looking at the naive and unsophisticated appearance of his female subordinates, Murong Fu felt a slight sense of vanity.
"Hey!"
Just then, a clear and melodious phoenix cry suddenly rang out from the sky.
Everyone immediately looked up and saw a giant bird with a golden body spreading its wings and flying in the sky.
"Could this be the Golden-Winged Roc under the Buddha's seat?!" Bao Butong exclaimed in surprise, instinctively taking a half step back.
Wang Yuyan gazed at the giant bird circling in the sky and slowly said, "It should be a yellow bird."
The Classic of Mountains and Seas, Northern Mountains Classic, says: "Mount Xuanyuan has abundant copper on its top and bamboo at its bottom. There is a bird there, which looks like an owl but has a white head. Its name is Yellow Bird. Its cry is self-sounding, and eating it will prevent jealousy."
Murong Fu naturally trusted Wang Yuyan's knowledge. This cousin had been well-read since childhood, knew all the martial arts classics in the world like the back of her hand, and could also readily recall strange tales. Since she said it was a yellow bird, then it couldn't be wrong: "It must be the guardian beast that the Lord brought down from the celestial realm."
This statement fits Russell's self-image as a banished immortal very well, and everyone who heard it agreed with it, nodding in approval and looking at the yellow bird with even more awe.
The next moment, the yellow bird swooped down, falling straight down from the clouds with a howling wind, and landed in front of them, its wings folded, looking down at them from above.
A pair of vertical, pale golden pupils reflected the horrified faces of the crowd, and the oppressive aura was like a collapsing mountain, making it almost impossible for people to breathe.
"Young Master—," Bao Butong stood in front of Murong Fu, his legs trembling, but he still held on and didn't move aside: "What does this celestial bird mean—"
Murong Fu shook his head. He didn't know either. Could it be that the Lord had forgotten to inform the divine bird and the others of their existence?
Before Murong Fu could figure out what was going on, he saw the yellow bird hiss and blow a puff of white breath at them from its nostrils.
A powerful force swept over them, instantly engulfing them and propelling them straight out of the mountain gate. The clouds surged below, their bottom unseen, and just as they were about to be smashed into QR codes, a flash of golden light appeared before their eyes, and the next moment, they landed steadily on the back of the yellow bird.
The yellow bird flapped its wings and flew, the wind howled in its ears, and the clouds surged beneath it.
Everyone gripped the feathers beneath them tightly, thoroughly enjoying the exhilarating feeling of soaring into the sky.
Before long, the yellow bird slowly landed on a hilltop, and with another flap of its wings, a gentle breeze carried everyone and steadily brought them to the ground.
Everyone was still shaken and on solid ground. Except for Murong Fu, who was striking a pose with a reserved air, everyone else had weak legs and numb feet, and could only stand by holding onto the shoulders of the people next to them.
Watching the yellow bird flap its wings and fly away, turning into a tiny golden dot on the horizon, Bao Butong dusted himself off and got up from the ground, grumbling, "A celestial bird is a celestial bird. It just dumped us here without saying a word. If it were any higher, these old bones of mine couldn't take the toll."
Abi chuckled, her eyes crinkling into crescents: "Third Brother, what are you saying? Even a fairy bird is a bird; how could it possibly speak?"
Bao Butong was about to start his "No, no, no" speech without thinking, his mouth was open, but the words got stuck in his throat.
Because he saw a green-robed immortal slowly walking towards them.
Russell finally understood why those sages and masters liked to meet their juniors in places like mountaintops and rooftops. There was no other reason than to create a sense of prestige and atmosphere.
Standing here, with your feet on the mountain and your back against the sea of clouds, your clothes fluttering in the wind, this scene alone is enough to make anyone digest it for a long time.
"Your Excellency." Murong Fu hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
Russell chuckled and stepped forward, offering a helping hand: "Brother Murong, there's no need to be so polite. Just call me Brother Luo as before."
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"Propriety must not be disregarded." Murong Fu straightened up: "Now that we have entered the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Palace, we must abide by the rules that should be followed."
Although he was still deeply moved by Russell's attitude towards him, Murong Fu would never overstep his bounds.
After all, unlike Kumārajīva who was single-mindedly striving for a higher realm, he needed Russell's help.
Then he introduced Russell to his retainers and women.
The four great retainers, Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Bao Butong, and Feng Bo'e, need no introduction. The first two are not well-known, but the latter two, whether it is Bao Butong, known as the number one talkative king in Tianlong, or Feng Bo'e, known as the number one truthful brother in Tianlong, are old acquaintances of the time travelers.
The remaining Azhu, Abi, and Wang Yuyan are also must-haves on the Tianlong Must-Eat List, along with Mu Wanqing.
If it were a few years ago when he had just transmigrated, he would definitely have tried to seduce every woman he could, wishing he could have all the beauties in the world.
Now—
Russell shook his head. When people reach a certain stage, some things fade. It's not that they're no longer attractive or that they're no longer moved, but rather that their hearts are filled with more things.
"Does Your Excellency have any instructions?" Murong Fu asked. He was good at reading people, and since Russell had invited him here, he must have his reasons.
"There is indeed something I would like to ask Brother Murong's opinion on." Russell grinned, looking directly into Murong Fu's eyes, and asked a question that made Murong Fu's blood boil: "Brother Murong, are you willing to fight for the revival of your Yan Dynasty's Murong clan?"
"What did you say to Young Master Murong? Why are you so excited?" In the martial arts hall, Mu Wanqing looked at the figure in the arena who was fighting against the combat puppet with a strange expression.
Murong Fu exuded a vigor she had never seen before, as if he wanted to use his sword as a club.
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In the martial arts world, there has always been a saying: "Qiao Feng in the North, Murong in the South." Murong Fu's image as a refined gentleman is deeply ingrained in people's minds. During our previous journey together, he never lost his composure or elegance, speaking with gentle grace and behaving with composure and politeness. Even when drinking tea, he would smell it before tasting it, never losing his composure.
Why have you turned into a battle maniac since you came back?
Russell watched as Murong Fu pierced through a wooden puppet at the seventh level of Qi Refining with a single sword strike, then turned to face another one. His movements were swift and decisive. He chuckled and said, "Naturally, I gave him a goal that he could achieve."
Why did Murong Fu go mad in the original novel?
It's because they've lost all their arms, their reputation is ruined, and there's no hope of restoring their kingdom.
His hard-earned power crumbled overnight, his loyal retainers were killed by his own hands, his cousin became estranged from him, and he was hated by everyone in the martial arts world. He couldn't even keep the last bit of dignity.
He lived his whole life hoping to restore his country; when that failed, he went mad.
The situation is similar now, only reversed. He can now see the grand goal of restoring his kingdom beckoning to him from not far ahead.
After years of long-cherished wish being fulfilled, it would be strange not to go crazy.
Just like Fan Jin when he learned that he had passed the imperial examination, he was so happy that he went crazy, wanting the whole world to know that he had passed.
"Bang!"
Another wooden puppet at the seventh level of Qi Refining was pierced through by Murong Fu's sword. The puppet's core shattered, and its parts scattered all over the ground.
Murong Fu was already covered in wounds, his robes were torn in several places, his arms were covered in bruises, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth. But he showed no sign of retreating. He didn't even stop to catch his breath. He raised his hand and summoned a new puppet to continue fighting.
It was just like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days and three nights; it pounced on the meat it saw and wouldn't let go once it had its bite.
Mu Wanqing clicked her tongue, her brows furrowing slightly: "Is he really alright?"
Murong Fu looked like he was about to be beaten to death.
Russell thought for a moment: "It should be about fifteen more minutes."
Yes, in order to revive the Great Yan Dynasty, Murong Fu used the enhancement potion KW74 given to him by Russell.
This thing was injected into his heart, and its effects were remarkable. With the blessing of spiritual energy, it directly raised him from the third level of Qi Refining to the seventh level of Qi Refining, and his physical body, internal organs, and meridians were also improved to varying degrees.
I'm currently in a state of high energy, with boundless vitality. Once the effects of the medication wear off, I should be able to calm down.
Before long, Wang Yuyan and the others, who had already settled down, came over. They were all shocked to see the figure fighting the wooden puppet in the arena.
"Cousin—" Wang Yuyan murmured, her voice filled with heartache.
They had never seen their young master/cousin look like that before.
Covered in wounds, with bloodshot eyes, displaying a reckless madness, Wang Yuyan instinctively clenched her handkerchief, quickly turning to look at Luo Su, her beautiful eyes filled with anxiety and confusion: "Young Master Luo, what happened to my cousin?"
"Miss Wang, don't worry. Brother Murong has just made a slight breakthrough and is adapting to his current combat strength."
"Then, will my cousin be alright?" Wang Yuyan's heart was bleeding as she watched Murong Fu being knocked to the ground by a wooden puppet's punch, only to grit his teeth and get back up.
Azhu and Abi stood behind her, their faces also filled with worry. Abi even took half a step forward, as if she wanted to rush into the field and pull her out.
Russell waved his hand, signaling them to calm down: "Don't worry, he knows what he's doing."
Whether he knew it or not is hard to say, but Russell certainly did.
He had already explained the side effects of KW74 to Murong Fu. The drug's effects came on quickly and went away quickly. Once the effects wore off, he would be fine after a good night's sleep. It wouldn't kill him.
However, looking at Wang Yuyan, A'Zhu, and Mu Wanqing in front of him, he suddenly remembered something else.
After dinner, back in his room, Russell leaned against the headboard, enjoying Mu Wanqing's care.
She knelt before him, stammering and swallowing, her face filled with excitement and infatuation.
Russell looked at her for a moment, then suddenly spoke up: "Speaking of which, would you like to meet your biological father?"
"Hmm?" Mu Wanqing raised her head, stopped what she was doing, and looked at him with a strange expression: "But my master said that my parents died a long time ago, and that I was picked up by her."
She had been told this since she was a child. Her master, Qin Hongmian, told her that she was an orphan, that her parents had died, and that she was an abandoned baby that her master had found at the foot of the mountain. She believed it for more than ten years and never doubted it.
Russell then recounted the story of Prince Duan, his mother Qin Hongmian, and several other female confidantes in detail.
The story begins with Duan Zhengchun's romantic escapades in his youth, recounts his first encounter with Qin Hongmian outside Dali City, Qin Hongmian's departure alone while pregnant, and then mentions Ruan Xingzhu, Li Qingluo, Dao Baifeng, and the daughters scattered to the ends of the earth.
Mu Wanqing listened, stunned. Her expression shifted from confusion to surprise, then to shock. Her mouth hung open, and it took her a long time to process all this information: "So, my master is my mother, the Prince of Dali is my father, Duan Yu is my brother, and Miss A'Zhu and Miss Wang are my—half-sisters?"
"Pretty much the same, I suppose." Russell nodded.
Except for the fact that Duan Yu is her brother, which is incorrect, everything else is correct.
Mu Wanqing fell silent. Yes, her worldview was being reshaped.
"If you wish to reunite with your family, I will send someone to deliver a message to your parents. It just so happens that you and your mother haven't seen each other for quite some time," Russell continued.
Mu Wanqing nodded and asked, "Could we bring Master—bring Mother over first?"
"Of course," Russell answered readily. "We're asking for your opinion, so it's your decision."
Mu Wanqing looked at him, her eyes suddenly reddening. She was so moved that she was about to kiss him, but Luo Su quickly reached out and covered her mouth.
Mu Wanqing was taken aback, then snorted softly, "I don't mind you, yet you mind me."
"Even tigers don't eat their cubs!" Russell slapped her on the bottom in exasperation. "How could you be so vicious!"
"Hmph~" Mu Wanqing stuck out her tongue haughtily and continued her trip to Tianjin.
Hmph, I wonder where Xiaobai has disappeared to. She really doesn't know how lucky she is. But it's good this way. Without Xiaobai competing with her for the job in Handan, she can finally have a good time tonight.