Besides Duan Yu and the others, there was one more person who didn't step forward to copy the text: A Zi.
Azi's beautiful eyes darted around as she approached Murong Fu and bowed gracefully: "Sect Leader, please accept Azi as your disciple. Azi is willing to serve you like a slave."
Her voice choked with sobs, and tears streamed down her little face; she was truly a pitiful sight.
Murong Fu lifted Azi's little face with his folding fan and said, "Is that so? Then so be it. You will become a servant of the Xiaoyao Sect, serving this sect leader."
"ah?"
Ah Zi was stunned. I was just using a metaphor, I didn't really want to be a servant!
Murong Fu asked, "You don't like it?"
"No, no." Azi quickly shook her head, forcing a smile, "I was just too happy and got carried away for a moment."
Murong Fu nodded in satisfaction.
Time passed slowly.
at night.
Azi tiptoed into Murong Fu's room. "Sect Leader, are you asleep?"
After waiting for a while and seeing that Murong Fu did not respond, Azi quietly crept to the bedside, intending to steal the secret manual from Murong Fu and then fly away.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the sleeping man.
Azi was stunned for a moment.
"My wife, your husband misses you."
Murong Fu muttered something as if in a dream, then casually pulled Azi into his arms.
"I, I'm not..."
Azi wanted to resist, but she was too weak, like a small boat in a vast ocean, powerless to fight back.
...
The next morning.
Murong Fu felt refreshed and looked down at the beautiful woman beside him, a knowing smile on his face.
"Get up if you're awake."
"You, sob..."
Azi sniffled and cried softly.
"Get up, and then I'll teach you martial arts."
"real?"
Ah Zi instantly stopped crying and started laughing, then stood up.
However, because the movement was quite vigorous, it aggravated the wound, causing him to grimace in pain.
Murong Fu asked, "What kind of martial arts do you want to learn?"
Without a second thought, Ah Zi exclaimed, "Dissolving Power Technique!"
Murong Fu shook his head: "This martial art is too vicious. I will teach you the Northern Darkness Divine Art."
"The Northern Darkness Divine Art? Sounds amazing!"
Ah Zi was happy.
Murong Fu said, "Come down the mountain with me, I'll teach you along the way."
"Uh-huh!"
As long as she could learn martial arts, Azi didn't care about the slightest pain.
Murong Fu descended the mountain, accompanied by Duan Yu and A Zi.
Since I promised to escort Duan Yu back to Dali City yesterday, I naturally cannot go back on my word.
"Sect Leader, the Northern Darkness Divine Art is amazing!"
Azi had quite a bit of talent and quickly learned the Northern Darkness Divine Art. She was shocked to discover that there was a martial art in the world that could absorb people's internal energy.
I was already amazed when I saw Ding Chunqiu neutralize other people's internal energy, but I never imagined there was something even more incredible.
Murong Fu said, "The internal energy absorbed is always external. Only by transforming it into your own internal energy can you have a solid foundation. If you want to go further in the path of martial arts, then don't think about absorbing other people's internal energy to become stronger. Instead, try to comprehend the creation of heaven and earth and absorb the energy of nature."
As he said this, Murong Fu thought of Feng Xu Yu Feng, because Feng Xu Yu Feng absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for his own use. Wasn't that exactly the same as cultivation?!
"Uh-huh."
Azi's beautiful eyes darted around, and although she agreed verbally, no one knew what she was planning.
When Murong Fu was teaching, he did not avoid Duan Yu. Duan Yu had already seen the manual back in Langhuan Paradise, but he had no interest in learning martial arts, so he never learned it.
Duan Yu frowned and said, "Young Master Murong, isn't this kind of internal energy cultivation far too vicious?"
Murong Fu shook his head and smiled, "Young Master Duan, you often study Buddhist scriptures, yet you are so attached to appearances. You should know that martial arts have no such thing as good or bad. If the person who uses it is good, then the martial arts are good; if the person who uses it is evil, then it is naturally demonic."
Azi nodded her little head and chivalrously said, "The sect leader is right! As long as I do chivalrous things, I am a great hero, regardless of what kind of martial arts I use."
Duan Yu frowned and scratched his head. He wasn't good with words, but he felt that this theory was wrong.
Murong Fu changed the subject, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Young Master Duan, what grudge do you have against Master Kumārajīva? Why is he keeping an eye on you?"
Duan Yu smiled wryly upon hearing this, and turned to look behind him, because Kumārajīva was following him from a distance, like a persistent ghost, his gaze never leaving him for a moment.
"Speaking of which, this matter is somewhat related to Young Master Murong..." Duan Yu smiled wryly and explained the whole story.
Murong Fu feigned sudden realization: "In other words, Master Kumārajīva wants to burn you as an offering at my late father's grave, just to fulfill a promise he made years ago."
Azi pouted and said, "Then why don't you just copy down the Six Meridians Divine Sword and let him burn it?"
Upon hearing this, Duan Yu continued to smile bitterly. He was so conflicted because he didn't want to hand over the Six Meridians Divine Sword to Kumārajīva. Although he himself did not practice martial arts, he was unwilling to let his family's unique skills fall into the hands of others.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "That's simple. Why doesn't Young Master Duan follow my example from yesterday and spread the Six Meridians Divine Sword throughout the martial world? That way, you won't have to worry about being coveted by Kumārajīva."
"Ah, this..."
Duan Yu was stunned.
If I did that, wouldn't the Duan family elders hunt me down to the ends of the earth?
Perhaps the ancestors of the Duan family will even emerge from their ancestral graves to hunt him down!
Azi continued, "Tch, it's just a sword technique. Our sect leader's ultimate skill, the Lesser Formless Skill, has spread throughout the martial arts world."
"..."
Duan Yu remained silent.
Murong Fu smiled and did not continue to persuade him.
After traveling for a while, the group arrived at a city to rest after half a day.
In an inn, a storyteller was engrossed in his tale, while the surrounding martial arts practitioners listened intently.
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