"Murong Fu? Li Feiyu?"
Duan Yanqing stared at them in shock, momentarily at a loss.
Murong Bo watched the performance for a long time, and finally it was his turn to appear. This disabled and useless person was the best target to manipulate.
"Hmph! The so-called leader of the Four Evils is nothing but a nobody, yet he dares to bark and howl!"
"You! Die!"
Enraged, Duan Yanqing immediately rushed towards Murong Bo.
Seeing that someone was sharing the firepower, Murong Fu was too lazy to fight. In fact, he was a very friendly person and preferred to talk rather than act.
Murong Fu clasped his hands in a fist salute to Kumārajīva and smiled, "Master, today's matter has come to an end. I will take my leave now. I hope we will meet again in the future."
After saying that, he used his superb lightness skill to leave.
"Farewell, Young Master Li."
Kumārajīva nodded slightly, then picked up Duan Yu and used his lightness skill to leave as well.
The officer raised his hand and shouted, "Leave them here! Fire!"
An arrow pierced the air. Murong Fu paused in mid-air, caught the arrow with his hand, and then threw it with force.
The arrow returned at an even faster speed and struck the officer in the forehead.
"Oh no! The general is dead!"
The cavalrymen were immediately thrown into chaos.
Seeing this scene from afar, Kumārajīva exclaimed in amazement, "Young Master Li is truly a divine being!"
On the other side.
Duan Yanqing and Murong Bo were locked in a fierce battle, completely ignoring the cavalry.
Murong Bo was speechless. How could this old cripple fight so fiercely, as if he were risking his life? All he did was call him trash. Was it really necessary?
"Duan Yanqing, since you're courting death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Murong Bo, mimicking Murong Fu's tone, spoke loudly, unleashing the full power of his Canhe Finger technique, interspersed with the Flower-Picking Finger and the Mighty Vajra Finger.
Duan Yanqing frowned. This "Murong Fu" was different from the ones he had encountered before. Although his martial arts were varied, he was not proficient enough, and his attacks were not as fierce as before.
Wait, could the person in front of me be that old guy Murong Bo in disguise?
Or perhaps the stronger Murong Fu from before was actually Murong Bo in disguise?
Duan Yanqing couldn't tell the difference.
But no matter who it is, they've fought to this point, so they have no choice but to fight with all their might!
...
Luoyang City.
Yuelai Inn.
Second floor, window seat.
Murong Fu raised an eyebrow and, seeing Qiao Feng drinking there, walked over and sat down at the same table.
Qiao Feng looked up, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
After a while, he gulped down three bowls of wine before asking in a deep voice, "Brother Li, as someone from overseas, what is your view on the Han people and the Khitan people?"
"What's the difference between the Han Chinese and the Khitans?" Murong Fu asked with a smile.
"I have lived overseas for a long time and have seen more races than you can imagine: yellow people, white people, black people, men, women, neither male nor female, both male and female. They are all just a speck of dust in the world. After a hundred years, they will all be a handful of white ashes."
Qiao Feng was speechless. He was still struggling with the difference between Han Chinese and Khitans, while this Brother Li had already seen all kinds of people in the world. The difference was not even in the same dimension.
Murong Fu smiled faintly and said, "Qiao Feng is nothing more than a beggar gang. What is there to regret? If you have such great ambitions, why not unify the world and rule it? At that time, whether it is Han or Khitan, it will be nothing more than a word from you."
"..."
Qiao Feng was speechless again, never expecting this person to have such great ambitions!
"Unifying the world is easier said than done," Qiao Feng shook his head.
"Is it so hard to admit you're a piece of trash?" Murong Fu said coldly. "What I hate most about you Central Plains people is this: how can you talk about something you can't do yourself? Only a piece of trash would wallow in self-pity."
"..."
Although Qiao Feng admired Brother Li's quick wit and outspokenness, he really didn't know how to respond.
Qiao Feng drank silently, without saying a word.
Seeing that he was speechless, Murong Fu said no more and silently sipped his tea.
After a while.
Murong Fu added, "By the way, when I left just now, the cavalry of the Western Xia First-Class Hall used poison to capture all the members of the Beggars' Sect gathering."
Qiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked up in surprise: "Huh? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"You didn't ask?" Murong Fu shrugged. "Besides, even if all those people were dead, what would it have to do with me?"
"I owe you a favor, so I'll take my leave now."
"Wait a moment."
"Is there anything else?"
"You're drinking without paying? Do you have any money?"
"..."
Qiao Feng tossed out a piece of silver and then quickly left.
Murong Fu weighed the silver in his hand, then shook his head speechlessly: "This is how people in the martial arts world are; they never have the habit of paying the bill when they eat or drink."
...
The matter has come to an end.
Two days later.
Murong Fu rushed back to Yanziwu.
Abi's eyes were filled with Murong Fu, and she asked excitedly, "Young Master, you're back! Was everything alright?"
Murong Fu rubbed Abi's little head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, she's not missing any arms or legs."
Abi couldn't help but smile upon hearing this, "Young Master just likes to joke."
After disciplining the young maid for a while, Murong Fu came to Wang Yuyan's side.
"Cousin, your cousin is going to formally teach you martial arts."
"Hmm~ I'll listen to my cousin."
Wang Yuyan was extremely gentle.
On the side.
Li Mochou nudged Xiaolongnu's arm, "Junior sister, let's go find our husbands to practice martial arts too."
Little Dragon Girl nodded quietly. Although she didn't say it, she was actually jealous inside.
Murong Fu was deeply in love with his three wives at home.
The martial arts world of the Northern Song Dynasty was in chaos.
First, the Beggars' Sect of the Northern Song Dynasty was disbanded.
Countless beggars lost their organizations and could only go to other states, hoping to join beggar gangs in other states, such as the Southern Song Beggar Gang and the Yuan Dynasty Beggar Gang.
Secondly, the scandals involving the high-ranking members of the Beggars' Sect in the Northern Song Dynasty affected the sect's reputation across all the major provinces of China.
Nowadays, the first reaction of people in the martial arts world when they see members of the Beggars' Sect is, "Your circle is really messy."
Finally, there's Qiao Feng's Khitan identity.
However, because the preceding news was even more shocking, not many people discussed this matter.
One month later.
Swallow's Nest.
Abi clutched her stomach, overjoyed: "Young Master, I think I'm pregnant."
Azhu touched her flat belly, feeling a little regretful.
Everyone was serving the young master, but Abi got pregnant first.
Murong Fu took her pulse and confirmed her pregnancy. He was overjoyed: "Good, good, Abi, from now on you are the Fourth Madam."
Hehe~
Abi laughed heartily. Her long-cherished wish of so many years was finally fulfilled a month ago, and she even became pregnant. Congratulations!
Abi whispered in Azhu's ear, "Azhu, don't be discouraged, I'll teach you a few tricks..."
A'Zhu blushed deeply upon hearing this.
Murong Fu said, "Azhu and Abi, your husband will teach you martial arts later. You don't need to kill enemies, but use them to protect yourselves."
"Thank you, young master!" x2
The two women bowed obediently.
Murong Fu waved his hand: "Just call me husband."
"Thank you, my husband!" x2
The two girls were even happier.
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