As soon as Murong Fu said these words, even the reporters at the scene doubted whether he was crazy.

Does he want to be famous or die?

After saying this, aren't you just waiting to be sprayed to death by Jin Yong fans across the country?

Who gave him the courage? Liang Jingru?

The male reporter who first asked him the question was intrigued by Murong Fu's words and immediately stood up and asked: "Mr. Mu Rong, what gives you such strong confidence?"

"Because no one knows Murong Fu better than me."

Murong Fu looked at him and scanned his eyes up and down. It was this guy who was taking the lead in asking him questions.

This is a young male reporter in his twenties, wearing silver-rimmed glasses and looking elegant.

There is a press card hanging on his chest, with his name and unit marked on it.

press pass

Name: Zhuowei

Unit: "Daily News" Entertainment News Department

Looking at him, Murong Fu suddenly asked him a question: "Mr. Zhuo, in your opinion, what kind of person is Murong Fu?"

Zhuo Wei was stunned for a moment and was speechless.

He came for an interview, but he didn't expect to be interviewed instead.

After thinking for a while, he replied: "I think Murong Fu is a person who puts interests first. He is very scheming and has a deep government. In order to achieve his goals, he will do whatever it takes.

He was unkind and unjust to the people around him, so he ended up being alienated from his relatives.

As the saying goes, the benevolent are invincible. With his methods, even if he succeeds in regaining Qian Yan, he will definitely decline quickly."

Nodding, Murong Fu said calmly: "Do you want to hear my opinion on Murong Fu?"

"Speaking."

Zhuo Wei sat down.

Folding the folding fan in his hand, Murong Fu said seriously: "In my opinion, Murong Fu is a typical tragic figure, and his appearance is a tragedy that has been destined for a long time.

Just like Zhou Yu in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, although he is both talented and beautiful, he has a god-like opponent, Zhuge Liang, who has been weighing on him, like a shadow, and finally made him shout out the sentence "If Yu is born, why is Liang born?"

Murong Fu, also known as Nan Murong, was famous for his excellent martial arts skills and knowledge of hundreds of martial arts schools.

He was of noble origin, a descendant of the former Yan royal family, and was responsible for the mission of recovering the former Yan.

He is familiar with music, silk, bamboo, string instruments, and all kinds of musical instruments.

But the reason why he is a tragedy is that none of him can reach the top level.

He was very powerful in martial arts, but he was defeated by Bei Qiao Feng, who was as famous as him.

He has learned all kinds of martial arts, but he is not as familiar with them as his cousin Wang Yuyan.

He is a descendant of the former Yan royal family, but in the Song Dynasty he was a commoner, while Duan Yu was the serious prince of Dali.

He knows all kinds of musical instruments, but no matter which instrument he plays, he can't compare with Abi.

He has been a foil and a stepping stone for everyone since he appeared on the scene, but he has a ridiculous dream, wanting to regain Qianyan and become the emperor, haha! How funny!"

This was the first time that Murong Fu told his life in front of others.

He is a proud man, and telling his past failures in front of so many people is tantamount to torture.

But he didn't shut up.

He knew that if he wanted to break out of Murong Fu's skin, he would have to go through this painful test like cramps and skin peeling. He had to face it.

"As the saying goes, the heart is as high as the sky and the destiny is as thin as paper. It refers to people like Murong Fu. His failure can be said to be inevitable."

Murong Fu's eyes were empty, as if he was talking about someone else's business: "He is a man who was born to restore Qian Yan. Even the name Murong Fu given to him by his father contains the meaning of restoring the Murong royal family.

From the moment he was born, he has been instilled with the idea of ​​recovering Qian Yan and has this goal as his goal.

He practiced martial arts diligently, studied poetry, literature and culture, and gained the name of Nan Murong in the world, and his reputation spread far and wide.

If an ordinary person could achieve such an achievement, he would already be considered successful.

It's a pity that he is not an ordinary person, he is Prince Murong.

As long as he didn't regain Qianyan, all his achievements would be worth mentioning.

Recover Qianyan!"

At this point, Murong Fu could no longer hold back the anger in his heart. He suddenly increased his tone and slammed the table, startling everyone.

But he didn't realize it and was still silent in his emotions: "He is the eldest son of the Murong family. He has to work hard to regain Qianyan since he was born, but who cares about how hard it is for him?

In order not to disgrace the Murong family's prestige of "repaying others with their own way," he practiced Sanjiu in the winter, Sanfu in the summer, and studied hundreds of martial arts.

His cousin could casually talk about Zhu's Iron Sand Palm tricks, but in order to practice Zhu's Iron Sand Palm, he had to slap fine iron sand with his fleshy palm for three years. From bruises to peeling and flesh peeling, who did he mention the pain to?

Pass?

If he had known that he was born to endure these sufferings, he might not have chosen to be born into the world at all!

But it's hard to recover. He is already Murong's crown prince, so he must shoulder that responsibility. He can't back down.

This is his mission and his curse..."

His words gradually stopped, and the scene became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The reporters looked at each other, a little confused.

They never expected to hear such an actor's interpretation of the character at today's press conference.

However, despite being surprised, they also felt a sense of shock and enlightenment in their hearts.

If Mu Rong's words sounded a bit arrogant before, but after listening to his interpretation, everyone suddenly felt that those words did not seem to be nonsense.

Being able to have such a profound interpretation of the character, Mu Rong obviously has two skills!

After a moment of rest, Murong Fu's mood relaxed a little.

He raised his head, looked at everyone present, and suddenly showed a smile.

"These are the fates of Murong Fu in the book. Everyone must know it, but if Murong Fu escapes the curse of recovering Qianyan, what kind of person will he be? In other words, he starts from his own heart, and he wants to

What kind of person will I become?”

Hearing his question, everyone present fell into deep thought.

No one has ever analyzed Murong Fu from this perspective.

Murong Fu stood up slowly, stretched out his hand, and said calmly: "Here comes the sword!"

Yuan Bin, who was sitting on the edge of the director's team, realized something, his eyes moved, he quickly got up and ran quickly to the prop box in the corner.

There were many props, swords, and musical instruments piled there, all for the actors to take promotional photos after the press conference.

Finding a prop sword, he raised his hand and threw it towards Murong Fu.

Taking the sword easily, Murong Fu pulled out the long sword with a "choking" sound, knocked it with his finger, laughed, and then read loudly: "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xue Ming!"

As he spoke, he shook his hand and thrust out his sword, and the sword's light suddenly bloomed like a sword.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star!"

"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"

"When it's over, take off your clothes and hide yourself and your name!"

His chanting was passionate, even more heroic than his swordsmanship.

Suddenly, he backhanded his sword and pierced the mineral water bottle placed in front of Lin Zhiying.

He picked up the mineral water bottle, raised his hand to catch it, and took a swig directly to the mouth of the sword.

Water can be used as wine, which is quite pleasant.

Throwing out the water bottle, he sat down cross-legged, placed the long sword across his knees, and sang with his fingers while playing the sword.

"After leisurely drinking in Xinling, take off your sword and stand in front of your knees!"

"I'll eat Zhu Hai while I'm cooking, and I'll beg the marquis to win!"

"Three cups of Turanuo will make the five mountains lighter!"

"After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and energy are revived!"

When he was singing to the fullest, he suddenly took off a coil of wire rope from his waist.

That was the steel wire rope used by the crew to hang wire. Although it was only a circle thicker than a toothpick, it was very tough and could easily lift a person.

He shook the wire rope away, raised his hand, and the wire rope flew out like a snake.

A steel ball the size of a table tennis ball hung from the top of the wire rope. The steel ball hung from the wire rope and wound around the base of the chandelier above the conference hall several times before stopping steadily.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Fu used his arms hard, jumped up, and flew into the air amidst everyone's exclamations, like a swordsman from heaven.

The sharp sword light bloomed all over Murong Fu.

His chanting was heard clearly.

"Save Zhao with a golden mallet, hd was shocked first!"

"Two warriors from the Qianqiu period will conquer Daliang City!"

His figure flew across the entire conference hall and landed firmly at the door.

With his back to everyone, he held a sword flower in his arms, held the sword behind his back, and put it behind his back. Without stopping chanting, he slowly turned around.

"Even if you die as a hero, your bones will be fragrant and you won't be ashamed of being the best in the world!"

"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra!"

Looking around, looking at everyone who was shocked and dumbfounded, Murong Fu whispered with thin lips: "This is Murong Fu!"


Chapter completed!