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30 The palace in the dream collapsed!

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After confirming that he was going to play Murong Fu, Bai Mu called Qin Huaide and asked him to contact Mr. Jin Yong.

Then, Bai Mu began to shut himself in and study the script at home.

To play a role well, not only did one need to look at the character's lines and scenes, but one also needed to look at the entire script and dig deep into the character's potential.

The general understanding of Murong Fu was that he only had the thought of restoring the country in his heart, but he was a villain with great ambition but little talent and weak strength.

However, if one studied the script carefully, they would find that Murong Fu was actually lonely. He was surrounded by scammers, and there was no one he could rely on.

Putting everything else aside, just Murong Fu's father, Murong Bo, was the number one scammer in the world.

Master Xuan Bei of Shaolin Temple had once been ordered by Abbot Xuan Ci to go to Gusu to investigate, but he was killed by Murong Bo in Shenjie Temple, Luliangzhou, Dali.

Murong Bo had intended to stir up a dispute between Dali and Shaolin Monastery, but this idiot had killed Master Xuan Bei with the Skanda Staff, which was Master Xuan Bei's best Shaolin skill.

Master Xuan Bei had died under his own unique skill, so people in Jianghu would naturally think of the Murong Clan of Gusu, who had the idea of returning the favor.

Murong Bo still felt that it was not enough after doing such a stupid thing.

And so, Ke Baisui of the Crouching Bull Sect died from his own "cracked heavenly spirit". Of course, people in the martial world would easily think of Gusu Murong.

What made people even more speechless was that because of Murong Bo's two actions, even the Beggar's Sect's Deputy Sect Leader Ma Dayuan, who had clearly died in Bai Shijing's hands, was also thought to have died in Gusu Murong's hands.

Ma Dayuan was faked to have died under his famous skill, the Throat Seizing Hand. Therefore, the people in Beggar's Sect who did not know the truth naturally blamed Ma Dayuan's death on Murong Fu.

Murong Bo had only done a few things, but he had successfully garnered the hatred of the entire Jianghu for Murong Fu, causing all of Murong Fu's efforts to go down the drain.

However, this wasn't the worst part. The worst part of Murong Bo's son was that he became a monk in the end.

Murong Fu lived his entire life to restore the country. He named it "Fu" because he did not want to forget the great responsibility of restoring the country.

However, Murong Bo was enlightened by the sweeping monk. He finally let go of his obsession and became a monk. However, he did not enlighten his son Murong Fu before becoming a monk. As a result, Murong Fu became a madman in his dream of restoring the country.

Pressing his temples, Bai Mu leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes and began to sort out the image of Murong Fu in his mind.

First of all, one thing was certain: Murong Fu was definitely a talented person.

This could be seen from the people around him.

Although they were all quite scammers, they also had their own abilities and characteristics.

Murong Fu's maidservant, Abby, was proficient in music and was beautiful. Duan Yu sighed with emotion, saying," Jiangnan women are so beautiful."

As for the other maidservant, A'Zhu, she was proficient in the art of disguise. Her beauty was even more than A'Bi's, and she even made Qiao Feng, a peerless hero, fall in love with her.

Apart from that, Murong Fu's four retainers were also experts in the martial world.

Looking at Murong Fu himself, he enjoyed the reputation of "Southern Murong" in the martial world.

He was like a legendary figure in the distance, like a mysterious immortal. His head and tail could not be seen, and people could only guess and look up to him.

It wasn't until the eleventh chapter that some of his true colors were revealed. Before that, it was all gathered from the mouths of the three factions and nine streams of Jianghu.

Murong Fu of Gusu City was heroic and valiant, with a graceful bearing. Duan Yu couldn't help but ask sourly," What's so great about that Young Master Murong? Everyone treats him like a phoenix from the heavens and only wishes to meet him once."

Not only that, Murong Fu was also a genius. He practiced hundreds of martial arts and inherited the unique skill, Shifting Stars.

Using the sword, his every move was continuous, like flowing clouds and flowing water, changing in an instant. His entire body was like a light curtain.

Using a saber, he had a deep understanding of its essence. He was like a tiger and easily subdued Duan Yu in the mill by the bank of Taihu Lake.

He was knowledgeable in martial arts. No matter which sect or family in the martial arts world, there was nothing that he did not know and was not proficient in.

If he wanted to take someone's life, he would have to use that person's famous skill. It was the so-called 'giving someone a taste of their own medicine.'

However, the biggest weakness of Murong Fu was that he was too "filial".

Since he was a child, he had always had the ambition of restoring the country and rebuilding the world that his father had taught him. He had always read the teachings of his ancestors.

Every time someone mentioned about reviving Great Yan's glory, he would raise his long sword and his weapon in front of his chest. He would stand there solemnly and solemnly, and loudly say," I will never forget my ambition to restore the country."

Like King He Lu of Wu and King Gou Jian of Yue, the will to restore the country had long seeped into their skin, into their blood, and into their bones, burning their hearts like candlelight.

This heart ached faintly. It ached for the peace of the world and the desire of the people to be cured. It is sad that there is no way to restore the country, and the ambition is difficult to realize; It hurts the Qingming Festival, what is the ancestral worship? It hurts under the netherworld, can the ancestors be safe? It is sad that human strength is meager, where to go?

Thus, he traveled everywhere, but heaven's will played tricks on him, and he never met a light in the dark.

When he faced the people from the 36 caves and 72 islands, he first thought," There are hundreds of experts here, and they are a great elite army."

When the group of heroes killed Qiao Feng, he thought of winning the hearts of the people as his own help.

When the Western Xia recruited his wife, he thought of a hundred thousand strong soldiers to bury his love.

In the end, he even killed his aunt and retainer with a sword, acknowledging the thief as his father, just so that he could write the word " recover " in glory.

Unfortunately, he failed.

The palace in his dream had collapsed, and he had gone mad.

Thinking of this, Bai Mu could not help but sigh.

A person who lived by his ideals was happy, but also painful.

Murong Fu was not unaware of the gap between reality and his ideals. He had struggled year after year, but he still could not get any results. He knew that he could not do it, but he did it. One could imagine Murong Fu's sorrow.

Not every phoenix could be reborn in the refinement of fire. Wang Ba Xiong Tu, Hen Hai Qing Tian, if they did not experience the cycle of life and death, how many people could finally be relieved like Murong Bo?

Murong Fu had struggled in helplessness for his entire life, wandering in front of his ideals. Luck and misfortune intertwined with him, making him unable to free himself for the rest of his life. In the end, he ended up in madness.

Some people said that tragedy was the destruction of beautiful things for others to see, so Murong Fu's life was undoubtedly the most beautiful tragedy.

A beautiful phoenix had died in an extremely cruel way, leaving behind one or two beautiful feathers that were dripping with the blood and tears of life.

Loneliness danced in the wind, reflecting a clear light, howling in the autumn wilderness, and the sad wind.

When the world turned into a clear void, only the red leaves on the mountain were still slowly talking in the wind, telling the noble past of this phoenix.

Gradually, an increasingly plump and three-dimensional image took shape in Bai Mu's mind.

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