We went outside.
Qiao Feng solemnly assured Murong Fu, "Young Master Li, I owe you another favor. Please feel free to ask me anything in the future."
Murong Fu gave a cold, alluring smile and said, "How does it feel to be wronged and hunted down by countless people?"
"What do you mean, Young Master Li?" Qiao Feng frowned, pondered for a moment, and hesitated before asking, "Could it be that you know the person who impersonated me?"
"Qiao Feng is indeed shrewd despite his rough exterior." Murong Fu glanced at him with surprise and said, "Indeed, I do know this person, but why should I tell you?"
"I apologize for my abruptness. Farewell."
Qiao Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute, nodded, and quickly left.
Compared to other things, he now desperately wants to find the eternal snow lotus and save the girl.
Murong Fu couldn't help but look at Qiao Feng with even greater respect.
As Qiao Feng departed, many martial arts figures could only watch helplessly, for none of them were a match for him, not to mention that there was also "Li Feiyu" watching them.
"Amitabha! Benefactor Li, I hope you will take good care of yourself."
After saying this with a complicated expression, Master Xuanbei left with his Shaolin disciples.
His disciple was killed right before his eyes, and he was filled with resentment and unable to avenge him. Overwhelmed with grief, Xuanbei resolved to return to the Buddhist temple and chant sutras for his disciple for three years in order to seek the Buddha's forgiveness.
Seeing that the Shaolin Temple people had all left, the other martial arts heroes also departed after exchanging farewells and saying "we'll meet again someday."
Kumārajīva said, "Young Master Li, this humble monk would like to ask you for guidance on martial arts."
Murong Fu smiled and looked at Kumārajīva with a mocking expression: "Are you sure? I don't hold back when I make a move, and you might die."
Kumārajīva clasped his hands together, trembling slightly, but still said with a resolute expression, "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening."
"As you wish."
Murong Fu's seemingly ordinary finger strike appeared to Kumārajīva as if the entire world was attacking him.
The surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) gathered together, forming an invisible finger force that pierced through Kumārajīva's chest.
Kumārajīva stared wide-eyed, looking down at the bloody hole in his chest, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Then a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he fell backward.
Murong Fu said, "Xue Muhua, see if there's any hope for him."
Xue Muhua opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak. His chest had been pierced; how could he save him? He was just a doctor, not the King of Hell.
But all he could do was step forward and quickly stop the bleeding for Kumārajīva.
Xue Muhua quickly stopped the bleeding for Kumārajīva and exclaimed in surprise, "How strange! The wound is just off the way from his heart and lungs. If it had been slightly off, even a great immortal would have had a hard time saving him."
Duan Yu watched from the side with a complicated expression. When he saw Kumārajīva fall, his heart clenched. When he heard that there was still hope, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Duan Yu asked, bewildered, "Young Master Li, is martial arts really that important? To advance further, you're even willing to risk your life."
Murong Fu said calmly, "Perhaps it's important, perhaps it's not."
Hearing the ambiguous answer, Duan Yu was stunned. Was it important or not?
...
Murong Fu did not stay at Juxian Manor for long.
On the way back to Yanziwu, we stayed at Wanchou Valley for a few more days.
Afterwards, they returned to Yanziwu and stayed there for half a month.
Gongye Gan rushed back and presented a secret letter: "Young Master, there is a secret letter."
Murong Fu took the letter, glanced at it a few times, and then used his internal energy to turn it into powder.
Li Mochou asked worriedly, "Husband, what has happened?"
The other ladies also cast worried glances their way.
"No need to worry, it's a trivial matter." Murong Fu smiled faintly and said, "Ladies..."
Before Murong Fu could finish speaking, Guo Fu interrupted, "Is my husband going to be away for a while again?"
Murong Fu glanced at Guo Fu with affection and said softly, "Fu'er really understands me best. This trip to Mingzhou will take at least ten days to half a month, and at most three to five months. I will definitely come back before you give birth."
Wang Yuyan said, "Cousin, you are concerned about the great cause. As long as you have us in your heart, we are satisfied."
"Cousin, don't you understand how I feel about you?"
Murong Fu gazed at Wang Yuyan with deep affection.
"Cousin~"
"Cousin~"
"..."
Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu looked at each other, realizing that they had been deceived by those affectionate eyes.
Murong Fu bid a reluctant farewell to his wives. Passing through Wanchou Valley, he explained the situation to Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing before heading to Mingzhou.
The journey to Mingzhou is long; even if an ordinary person rides at full speed, it will take half a month.
However, a Grandmaster can control the primordial energy of heaven and earth, and his internal energy is inexhaustible. Murong Fu used his lightness skill to travel all the way, and it only took him three days to enter the territory of Mingzhou.
"You shouldn't have come."
"Yet I still came."
"So you're going to die."
"But I still came."
"This sword is forged from meteorite iron from outer space. It is the sharpest weapon in the world, weighing seven pounds and two ounces, and can cut iron like mud."
"A fine sword!"
"It is a good sword to begin with."
"To die by this sword... uh!"
Before the young man in black could finish speaking, a sword aura shot from another direction pierced his throat.
"You killed my opponent."
The white-clad youth opposite them had a cold and stern face as he looked at the newcomer.
Murong Fu sheathed his sword and said calmly, "Are you fighting to the death, or are you just showing off? There are no spectators, so stop rambling on."
The young man in white's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "Since you've killed my opponent, you will become my opponent."
"You're too weak right now, you're not worthy of my help."
Murong Fu shook his head.
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