Murong Fu was enjoying his meal immensely.
Duan Yu suddenly clutched his stomach, his face contorted in pain.
"Oh no! The food is poisoned!"
Duan Yu felt as if his heart was being torn apart; the poison spread, and his face instantly turned bluish-purple.
Kumārajīva was not poisoned because he hadn't eaten anything; he was just eating the dry rations he had brought with him, which showed his experience in traveling the world.
Murong Fu, however, remained indifferent.
The food contained a deadly poison, but his Nine Yang Divine Skill was already perfected, giving him maximum poison resistance, so this poison had no effect whatsoever.
Only Duan Yu foolishly fell victim to the poison.
"That kid's asking for it!"
Kumārajīva pulled Duan Yu up and pressed several acupoints on his body to seal the pathways of the deadly poison.
Kumārajīva hasn't even obtained the Six Meridians Divine Sword yet, and he can't bear to see Duan Yu die.
At this moment.
The immense internal energy within Duan Yu's body began to take effect.
"ah!!!"
"Shaoze Sword!"
"Zhongchong Sword!"
"The Shaoshang Sword!"
"Shangyang Sword!"
"Young Sword!"
"Guan Chong Sword!"
Duan Yu subconsciously used the Six Meridians Divine Sword technique once.
The fierce and unparalleled sword energy smashed the items in the inn to pieces, leaving the floor and walls riddled with holes.
The toxins in his body were also forced out with the sword energy, and his complexion improved considerably.
But because of all that commotion, he was exhausted and fainted.
Kumārajīva was overjoyed. "Excellent! This lad truly understands the Six Meridians Divine Sword!"
Murong Fu suddenly said, "Master, just because he knows the Six Meridians Divine Sword doesn't mean he knows how to teach others, much less that you can learn it. You should reconsider what I said earlier."
"..." Kumārajīva's expression froze. "Young Master Li is joking!"
“Alright, let’s not talk about this,” Murong Fu said. “Master, I’m afraid we should part ways for now.”
Kumārajīva's heart tightened, and he asked, "Why is that? We were discussing the Dao, what made Young Master Li uncomfortable?"
Murong Fu shook his head and said, "It's not because of you, Master. You are a very comfortable person to be around. It's because I've been targeted by assassins. I need to act in secret from now on. If you're not afraid of death, you can come with me."
"Ah, this..." Kumārajīva was conflicted. Although he was highly skilled in martial arts and not afraid of ordinary thieves, if he was constantly being watched by assassins, he was afraid of the worst-case scenario and that he might be caught off guard and suffer a setback.
Murong Fu glanced at the unconscious Duan Yu and said, "Master, I have saved Duan Yu twice, and he has not yet repaid my kindness. Please spare his life and kill him after he has repaid his kindness."
Kumārajīva couldn't understand Murong Fu's logic, but he chose to respect it, so he nodded and said, "Amitabha! This humble monk never intended to kill Young Master Duan."
"In that case, I shall take my leave."
Murong Fu smiled and nodded, then walked out of the inn.
"Young Master Li is truly a remarkable person."
As Kumārajīva watched Murong Fu's retreating figure, he truly wished he could discuss philosophy with this young master Li every day.
...
Murong Fu left the town.
His demeanor changed, from cold and stern to refined and approachable.
No one would ever associate Li Feiyu with Murong Fu.
There are many people in the martial arts world who look alike, but one's temperament cannot be faked; you can tell the difference at a glance.
Several days have passed in the blink of an eye.
August 15th.
The day of the Beggars' Sect's grand meeting.
Apricot Grove.
Representatives from all the major forces in the Northern Song Dynasty's martial arts world came, and some forces from neighboring prefectures also came to join in the fun.
"Welcome, fellow martial arts practitioners, to Xingzilin. I am Quan Guanqing, the leader of the Beggars' Sect's Dazhi Branch, and also a Nine-Bag Elder." Quan Guanqing smiled coldly and spoke loudly:
"The martial arts conference is being held today for two reasons: first, to discuss the fight against the northern barbarians; and second, because several elders of our sect have died because of their own unique skills."
As Quan Guanqing finished speaking, everyone turned to look at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu came to attend this conference.
Kumārajīva and Duan Yu stood at the back of the crowd, looking at Murong Fu, feeling a sense of familiarity.
"Isn't that Young Master Li?" Duan Yu asked, puzzled.
“No! Young Master Li has a much more murderous aura than him; they are completely different people.” Kumārajīva shook his head in denial.
Duan Yu scratched his head in confusion. He didn't understand, but in his eyes, Murong Fu and Li Feiyu looked very similar, clearly the same person.
But none of these martial arts figures seemed to recognize him.
It felt like Conan became a different person after putting on his glasses.
Although Duan Yu didn't know who Conan was.
Murong Fu stepped forward, gently closing his folding fan, and smiled, "Where is your leader, Qiao Feng?"
"I am here. Is Young Master Murong looking for me?"
Qiao Feng emerged from the Beggars' Sect formation. He was quite tall and imposing, around thirty years old, and wore an old, slightly tattered gray cloth robe.
With thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, and a wide mouth, his square face bore the marks of hardship, and his gaze exuded authority.
Murong Fu clapped his hands with his folding fan and asked with a smile, "Chief Qiao is indeed extraordinary with his heroic bearing. I wonder what you think of the Khitans?"
Qiao Feng replied without hesitation, "The Khitans are one of the northern barbarian tribes, who frequently invade the Central Plains. It is my duty to fight against them!"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "What if you were a Khitan?"
"What??!"
Everyone on the field was stunned.
Quan Guanqing, Bai Shijing, and the others were even more confused. What was going on? Hadn't it reached this stage yet? Elder Xu hadn't been invited, Chief Wang's letter hadn't been presented, and Madam Ma hadn't even appeared. Why were they already revealing Qiao Feng's background?
Could it be...? Quan Guanqing and Bai Shijing exchanged a glance and thought of a possibility.
Could it be that Murong Fu also had an affair with Madam Ma and obtained the letters from her?!
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