Chapter 78 Brothers' Quarrel
In other words, neither of them is absolutely sure of defeating the other.

Murong Fu went upstairs, glanced at the layout of the second floor, and after finding Murong Ji, he walked over with a smile.

Sitting opposite Murong Ji, "It's been such a long time, and you don't even go back to visit. You don't care about the family's affairs at all."

Murong Ji didn't say anything, just stared at him quietly.

Murong Fu picked up a pair of chopsticks and took a few bites of food. "Why are you hanging out with the four evil men? I'm telling you, our Murong family is a big clan, so it's better not to associate with them."

"You didn't care about the marriage that your uncle arranged for you. Now the girl is already seventeen years old. You have to give her an explanation anyway."

"I have discussed it with my uncle. A few months ago, I proposed to the Yang family. Now I have sent the betrothal gifts to the girl's family. After the date is set, you can't run around."

"No matter what, you have to get married first and leave us Murong Ji with an heir. After that, I won't care how you want to travel."

Murong Ji was a little surprised listening to Murong Fu's chatter. If someone didn't know, they would really think that the brothers had a very good relationship.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, folded his arms, and looked at Murong Fu. He wondered if he was planning to target the Yang Family. The Yang Family was a long-established family of generals in the Western Army.

There was murderous intent in Murong Ji's eyes. Whenever it came to military power, Murong Fu became as excited as a chicken.

Perhaps sensing Murong Ji's sharp gaze, Murong Fu stopped picking up the food, suppressed the smile on his face, and looked at his younger brother quietly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Murong Ji said nothing, his eyes were full of scrutiny, as if he was looking at a clown.

Murong Fu sighed softly, "I am your biological brother. We are from the same mother. Who else in this world is closer to us than me?"

Murong Ji tilted his head slightly, but it was not cute, but fierce: "Are you after the military power of the Yang family? To help you restore your country? Murong Fu, are you still dreaming of becoming the emperor?"

Murong Fu's face darkened, looking a little unhappy. "Brother, I was ignorant when I was young. I apologize to you, but the first ancestral precept of our Murong family is to restore the Great Yan."

"You want to be free and don't want to bother with these serious matters. I don't blame you. You resent me, and I understand that, but I want to say that I really don't want to hurt you now, so you don't have to be so defensive against me."

"You and I are from the same mother, so we should be the closest people, but you..." Murong Fu looked at Murong Ji with a stunned expression, his face a little stiff.

The words suddenly got stuck in my throat and finally turned into a long sigh.

He raised his hand and said, "I, Murong Fu, swear here that from now on, if I ever think of harming my brother, I will be trampled into mud by horses and die a miserable death!"

Murong Ji was a little surprised, his pupils shrank. It was still very prestigious to swear an oath at this time.

In an era when people generally believed that "there are gods above our heads", the binding force of an oath was sometimes greater than that of the imperial power.

He looked Murong Fu up and down, his eyelids drooped again, and his heart was calm.

"Do you know Murong Chui?"

Murong Fu was startled, a little stunned, "Of course I know about our ancestor Emperor Chengwu, what's the matter?"

Murong Ji smiled and turned to look downstairs. Duan Yanqing nodded to Murong Ji.

This scene happened to fall into Murong Fu's eyes. His pupils shrank slightly and he felt something was wrong.

"Do you know why the Murong family can't seize the world?"

Murong Fu was startled and frowned. He felt something strange and didn't say anything. Murong Ji said calmly, "In the past, Murong Chui was so heroic and invincible. He never lost a battle in his life. But what can we do?"

"During the witchcraft incident (Gao Bi's witchcraft case), Murong Chui's wife Duan was imprisoned and died in prison. Later, he married Duan's sister as his second wife, but was deposed by the Queen, Kezuhun."

"The queen, Kezuhun, married her sister to Murong Chui, which further fractured the relationship between the two brothers."

"Later, he was suspected by his nephew and plotted to kill Murong Chui. After Murong Chui found out, he said something that proved that Murong Yan was not worthy of being the common ruler of the world."

"Brother, do you know what he said?"

Murong Fu's face was very unhappy. He naturally knew it and murmured, "Family members killing each other will bring chaos to the country."

Murong Ji suddenly laughed out loud, "Hahaha, that's right, fratricide leads to chaos in the country."

"After Murong Chui left, a large number of talented people fled from Yan State, and the country was destroyed within a few years."

Murong Ji sneered and said, "Look at the Murong family now. Have you ever heard that Murong Bo has any brothers or sisters? Have you ever heard that we have any close uncles or aunts?"

"No! Loyalty? To the Murong family, that's nonsense. Growing up in such an environment, if I have any chance, I will kill them without hesitation."

Murong Fu was startled, "Brother, you..."

The next moment, Murong Fu's pupils shrank, and he instantly took on the three sword energies from Murong Ji's attack.

His face turned pale, the sword energy was so strong that it almost broke his Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. In a hurry, he could only knock the sword energy aside and could not return it.

The sword energy directly pierced through the floor. Before he could react, Murong Ji's palm print attacked again.

Murong Fu rushed forward and received it with both hands. Thinking of Murong Ji's terrifying internal strength, he had to use all his strength.

He directed the force and hit the pillar behind him directly.

"Humph!"

Murong Fu groaned, staggered back a few steps, a mouthful of blood rushed into his mouth, and his face turned pale. The power of this palm was extremely strong.

I looked at my hands and found that they were shaking unconsciously.

As if he was confirming something, his face turned pale, and he took a few steps forward in disbelief, asking in a trembling voice: "Second brother, you, you want to kill me?! I'm your biological brother!"

Murong Ji looked at Murong Fu, whose eyes were filled with tears. He felt touched and reluctant. After all, they were connected by blood. He closed his eyes tightly, his face full of touching and uncontrollable expressions.

Murong Fu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. His heart was filled with shock. If he took a few more moves, he would definitely be beaten to death by Murong Ji!

[Fortunately, he didn't really want to kill me. I'll just vent my anger.]

Just as he was about to say something, he looked up and saw Murong Ji's second and third palms had already been delivered!

"Can't bear it? If I hadn't met Qian Yi, I would have been dead by now!"

Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat. He really didn't expect that Murong Ji wanted him dead so much? ! !
There was no time to think, and in a hurry, he quickly sent the second palm print directly to the floor on the side, and the seven or eight inch wooden floor was broken in an instant.

(End of this chapter)