hall.

The group sat down in turn.

Despite being seriously injured, Zhong Wanchou insisted on personally entertaining Murong Fu.

“My dear husband, cough cough cough… please have some tea. I was wondering about your marriage to my daughter…”

"Father-in-law, the sooner the better. I need to go to Xingzilin in a few days to attend the martial arts conference held by the Beggars' Sect."

Murong Fu poured himself a cup of tea and smiled.

Gan Baobao's expression shifted, and she said, "There's no time like the present, why don't we hold the wedding ceremony tonight?"

"Mom~ This is too fast!"

Zhong Ling clutched the hem of her clothes shyly.

Gan Baobao said, "What's the rush? A woman should marry when she comes of age. If she meets a good man like Young Master Murong, of course the sooner the better."

Zhong Ling lowered her head shyly and did not refute.

Mu Wanqing parted her cherry lips slightly, but hesitated and did not speak.

What right does she have to speak...?

Mu Wanqing lowered her head sadly.

Murong Fu disliked being reserved, so he nodded in agreement: "Then let's do as my mother-in-law says and hold the wedding ceremony tonight."

Night fell.

"I bow to Heaven and Earth!"

"Bowing to the parents twice!"

"Husband and wife bow to each other!"

"Send them to the bridal chamber!"

Although there were no guests, Murong Fu, Zhong Wanchou, and the others were all very happy.

Even Mu Wanqing rarely showed a slight smile, "What I did shouldn't count as breaking my vow..."

...

With cloud-like hair, a beautiful face, and golden hairpins swaying, she spends a warm spring night in the hibiscus-scented tent.

The spring night is fleeting, and the sun rises high; from then on, the emperor no longer holds morning court.

A night of revelry.

Murong Fu slept in late, which was rare for him.

Murong Fu spent the next three days in Wanchou Valley.

Murong Fu said, "Ling'er, Wanqing, I have important matters to attend to and must leave. You can come to Yanziwu to find me at any time."

During these three days, in addition to dual cultivation, he also taught the Northern Darkness Divine Art and the Lingbo Steps to Mu Wanqing, Zhong Wanchou, and Gan Baobao.

Even if it doesn't make them incredibly strong, at least they'll have the ability to protect themselves.

"Go in peace, my husband."

Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing were both reluctant to part, but they understood that a man's ambition should lie in all directions, and he should not linger at their feet.

Murong Fu spent some more time with them, and by the time he left, it was already dusk.

We can't delay any longer. If we miss the Beggars' Sect gathering, we'll miss out on the good show.

Gan Baobao watched Murong Fu's departing figure, wishing that the person back then had been as considerate as Murong Fu.

"Mother-in-law, there's no need to see me off any further."

Murong Fu suddenly turned his head, smiled and waved at Gan Baobao, and then used his superb lightness skill to disappear into the twilight.

Gan Baobao was slightly taken aback. He had said goodbye in the same way at dusk that year.

...

...

The night was alluring.

Murong Fu had already disguised himself as "Li Feiyu" again, and this time he even concealed his body odor.

Flames flickered in a valley.

The sound of conversation could be faintly heard.

"Master Kumārajīva, I truly do not understand the Six Meridians Divine Sword. How can I explain it to you so that you will believe me?"

"Amitabha! Whether you understand the Six Meridians Divine Sword or not, I don't care. I just want to burn you in front of my old friend to fulfill my long-cherished wish."

"Aren't you monks forbidden from killing?"

“This humble monk has transcended the ordinary monks, just like the monk Ji Gong, who said that wine and meat pass through his intestines, but Buddha remains in his heart.”

"you……"

"Shut up! Or I'll burn you right now!"

"..."

Murong Fu's ears twitched slightly; he had unexpectedly encountered the duo of Kumārajīva and Duan Yu.

Murong Fu's lips curled into a smile as he leaped forward, laughing heartily, "Master, you are truly insightful!"

Who is here?

Kumārajīva was startled, realizing he hadn't noticed when the man had approached. If he had been attacked from behind, he would be at a disadvantage!

Murong Fu smiled faintly, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Li Feiyu, a wandering cultivator from overseas."

"Li Feiyu, the murderer and arsonist!"

Kumārajīva stared warily at Murong Fu, his expression stern.

"It's Young Master Li! Quick, save him..."

Before Duan Yu could finish speaking, Kumārajīva struck his speech point, rendering him unable to utter a sound no matter how he tried to speak.

Although he didn't finish speaking, Murong Fu naturally knew what he wanted to say, and smiled with narrowed eyes:

"Young Master Duan, you already owe me two favors. If I save you again, it will be the third time. Why don't you wait until you repay my two favors before I save you?"

Duan Yu: "******"

Duan Yu wanted to cry but had no tears.

Upon hearing Murong Fu's words, Kumārajīva smiled and said, "Young Master Li, please sit down. Would you like some wine?"

Murong Fu shook his head: "No need, I'm afraid you'll poison me."

"..." Kumārajīva was taken aback, as this was the first time he had ever met someone who spoke so directly. "Young Master Li is quick-witted and outspoken, I admire him."

Murong Fu continued to shake his head and said, "It's not that I'm straightforward, it's just that you all like to beat around the bush."

Kumārajīva laughed, picked up the gourd of wine and took a sip, as if to say that the wine was not poisoned.

Murong Fu's eyes revealed disgust: "I don't like your saliva."

"..." Kumārajīva wanted to hit someone.

But after calming down, I felt that people like "Li Feiyu" were easier to get along with. They were straightforward and honest, and I didn't have to worry about them using tricks or schemes.

Kumārajīva asked, "Young Master Li, where are you going on this journey?"

Murong Fu crossed his arms, holding his sword, and said calmly, "I heard that the Beggars' Sect is about to hold a martial arts conference. I'm going to join in the fun."

Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva's eyes lit up. "What a coincidence! I was just heading to the Apricot Grove. Why don't we travel together? That way we can look out for each other."

Duan Yu then spoke up: "Great monk, didn't you say you were going to Swallow's Nest to pay respects to your deceased friends?"

"Shut up!"

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