Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Murong Fu and his two companions traveled around for a while, but since Xinyang is not far from Shaoshi Mountain, they arrived at the Shaoshi Mountain area in just two days.

While having lunch at an inn, he suddenly remembered something and said to A'Zhu:

"Ah Zhu, it's not convenient for female guests to visit Shaoshi Mountain. Why don't you stay here and wait for us?"

This trip may take a while, so there's no need to rush.

In reality, Murong Fu was afraid that he would have to fight with the monks on this trip up the mountain. Although A'Zhu's martial arts skills had greatly improved, she was still only at a second-rate level in the martial arts world, and he did not want her to get hurt.

Then she added, "Azhu, if you're free this afternoon, you can go to the market and buy some blue and white face powder. Remember the Avatar story I told you before?"

Azhu was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a blush.

Qiao Feng had just finished drinking a jar of wine when he heard his sworn brother saying something he couldn't understand, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

Over the past few days, he realized that his understanding was far inferior to that of his virtuous brother.

The other person wasn't one of those pedantic scholars spouting off their knowledge, but rather someone who often told profound little stories that could enlighten people.

His analysis of national affairs is also incisive and hits the nail on the head.

Qiao Feng felt that although he had been played by fate, he was very fortunate to have made friends with such righteous people. Although he was still troubled by his background and the truth of what happened back then, he felt much more at ease than when he was at the Beggars' Sect branch.

After the meal, A'Zhu booked a guest room, while Murong Fu and Qiao Feng set off on horseback.

Led by Qiao Feng, they first headed to his old residence.

On the way, Murong Fu suddenly remembered something: Xiao Yuanshan should be watching them from a distance, waiting for Qiao Feng to arrive before killing Qiao Sanhuai and his wife and framing Qiao Feng.

In Murong Fu's view, most of the people he killed were for revenge. After all, his rebellious father had spread rumors and tricked Xuan Ci into leading a group of people to kill Xiao Yuanshan's personal guards and wife. He had nothing to say about avenging his blood relatives.

However, he killed Qiao Sanhuai, claiming that Qiao Feng kept the truth from him.

There's no logic to this. They don't even know the truth. Are they going to tell young Qiao Feng that he was sent by someone else?

How much harm will this cause to a child's physical and mental development?

It would only cause Qiao Feng pain.

Moreover, since you are not dead and want revenge, why don't you bring young Qiao Feng with you and fight as father and son?

It was only after Qiao Feng identified himself as a Song person and killed many Khitans that he felt he was disloyal to his country, causing him immense pain.

This is such a disservice to my son!

Perhaps, Xiao Yuanshan, twisted by the rage of revenge, also saw Qiao Feng as part of his revenge, wanting the great hero cultivated by the Song people to destroy the Song people's martial arts world.

Murong Fu felt great sympathy for Qiao Feng having such a father, and empathized with him, because he also had one...

Thinking about it this way, the two of them really were born brothers.

He then said to Qiao Feng, "Brother, I suddenly have something to take care of. Tell me your uncle and aunt's address, and I'll come find you after I'm done."

Qiao Feng trusted Murong Fu completely, and believed him when his brother said he had something to deal with.

After telling him the location was a farmhouse five miles to the north, Murong Fu asked Qiao Feng to tether his horse, and then used his lightness skill to travel westward.

He then sped north where Qiao Feng couldn't see him. He estimated that his internal strength was now no less than Xiao Yuanshan's. With the support of his powerful internal strength, Murong Fu quickly arrived at Qiao Sanhuai's house.

Just then, he saw a masked man in black. Murong Fu was pretty sure that he was Xiao Yuanshan, but he wasn't sure if the man had made a move.

Upon seeing Murong Fu, he did not linger but turned and left.

I guess they don't want to get into a conflict with themselves.

Murong Fu then stepped into the farmhouse.

After a while, Qiao Feng rode his horse to the vicinity of his old home.

His former residence was located on a hillside on the sunny side of Shaoshi Mountain.

Qiao Feng quickly turned the hillside and saw a straw hat and a teapot under the large jujube tree beside the vegetable garden. The teapot handle was broken, but Qiao Feng recognized it as his father Qiao Sanhuai's. A sudden warmth filled his chest.

"My father was diligent and frugal. He had been using this broken teapot for decades, ever since I can remember. I sent him money every year after that, but he still couldn't bear to throw it away."

Seeing the jujube tree brought back many childhood memories, and I thought:

Even though they are not my biological parents, they have been extremely good to me, Qiao Feng. I can never repay their kindness in raising me.

Regardless of the truth about my origins, I must never change how I am addressed.

They then went around to the main entrance of the earthen house, and before they even went inside, they saw Murong Fu chatting and laughing with his adoptive father.

"Hmm? Big brother is here."

I rushed over to wait for you after I finished my business; you're a little late, brother.

Qiao Feng was taken aback, then grinned.

When Qiao San Kui and his wife saw their son return, they were overjoyed. After saying her piece, Qiao's mother quickly went to start a fire and cook.

Qiao's father, Qiao Feng, and Murong Fu continued to drink tea and chat.

Qiao Feng took out a 50-tael silver note from his pocket, saying it was to give to his parents.

But Qiao Sanhuai was taken aback and said, "Son, didn't your brother Murong say that he would pass on five hundred taels of silver notes to me and my wife?"

What? This...

Qiao Feng also looked at Murong Fu, flicked his fan, and said, "Hahaha, it is really impolite of me to visit without bringing a gift for the first time."

But I was afraid my parents wouldn't accept the silver notes, so I said it was my elder brother who asked me to deliver them.

A few hundred taels of silver is nothing; consider it my way of giving back to society, letting the wealthy help the farmers. Hahaha!

The two men didn't quite understand Murong Fu's last words, but they eventually realized it was out of good intentions. At his son's prompting, Qiao San Kui didn't return the silver notes.

But upon careful reflection, Qiao Feng realized that he owed his brothers a great deal.

But before long, Murong Fu helped Qiao San Kui bring out the fine wine stored in his cellar, and Qiao Feng stopped thinking about it.

Before half an incense stick's time had passed, a table full of delicious dishes prepared by Qiao's mother was served. Knowing that Qiao Feng and Murong Fu were both martial artists, she specially slaughtered two chickens on the spot, fearing that they might not have enough to eat.

But before they could even pick up their chopsticks, they heard hurried footsteps outside.

The family looked up and saw a tall monk leading a group of different monks into the courtyard.

They all held weapons, each a convenient shovel with a crescent-shaped steel blade that emitted a chilling blue light.

(This is roughly what a crescent-shaped shovel looks like.)

Then another group of people arrived, dressed and armed the same as the first group. Two fierce monks, around fifty years old, stepped forward. Their faces were originally menacing, but upon hearing the news that Qiao Feng was a Khitan traitor, they feared their identities would be exposed and wanted to kill Qiao Sanhuai and his wife.

So they rushed over to help, but they never expected to see such a heartwarming and joyful scene.

The head monk asked, "Qiao Feng?"

Upon hearing that the other party had come to see him, and because his master was a high-ranking monk from Shaolin, Qiao Feng always respected Shaolin disciples. Therefore, he stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said:

"I am Qiao Feng. What brings you here, fellow disciples?"

"We heard that your identity had been exposed and you wanted to kill Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, so we rushed here, but..."

"Hehe, so who did you hear that from, Master?"

Murong Fu was still sitting at the dining table, holding a large chicken leg in his hand, eating with his mouth full of oil, and took a moment to ask the monk a question.

The monk looked troubled: "This...this cannot be told to outsiders."

Murong Fu reached out and picked up a chicken gizzard, which was crunchy and delicious. He then took a sip of the chilled fruit wine, and pointed with his chopsticks:

"After we finish our reunion dinner, we will go to Shaolin Temple with you and confront the abbot."

Master, would you like to sit down and eat some chicken?