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

"Great! Very energetic!!"

Murong Fu was overjoyed by this.

He then accompanied Feng Bo'e and his group to conduct an on-site inspection of the development of Xuan Shuang Manor, and chatted with the local adopted sons.

Subsequently, Xuan Shuang Manor held a cultural performance and a martial arts competition. Murong Fu offered his corrections, while the evil master of the manor, Feng Bo'e, humbly learned from the sidelines, striving to improve.

"Young master, these adopted sons are all children I recruited from various places. They are all from poor families, and they are clever and talented. These are the ones."

They took in those who were slightly less capable, or even those with physical disabilities, and raised them to adulthood.

The children were cared for by children of average ability and without great ambition, so it didn't cost much extra money.

Speaking of which, even among the children with disabilities, there are actually two who are quite talented.

One was a girl with disabilities in both legs; although she didn't practice martial arts, she was extremely talented in reading, writing, and arithmetic. The other was a boy.

As he spoke, Feng Bo'e pointed to a child who was missing an arm, who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old.

"He learns martial arts very quickly. Although he only has one hand, he is exceptionally diligent and has a ruthless streak."

Aside from the two people next to me, he is the strongest.

Young master, I have established a rule here: before achieving results, you will only have a code name and no real name. Once you meet the requirements, you will take my surname, Feng. If you ever achieve great merit, you may be granted the surname Murong.

They were all giving it their all.

Murong Fu stroked his chin and muttered, "Tsk, this makes him look like a traitor who has served three masters... isn't that a bit much?"

Feng Bo'e didn't hear clearly and asked, "What? The book you mentioned, 'The Three Stars' Wrath of the Great Phoenix Immortal'?"

Murong Fu rolled his eyes at him: "Fourth Brother Feng, stop reading those tabloid books. They're for developing intelligence networks."

Feng Bo'e scratched his head sheepishly, but he really thought the young master's writing was very good. It was just that the young master hadn't updated for more than a month since he left, and the manuscripts were all written by third-rate writers, which were tasteless.

Murong Fu also looked at the one-armed child.

Name: Twenty-Seven

【Favourability: 81】

Hmm, not bad, young man.

It must be very difficult for him to survive in this chaotic world at such a young age, with his physical disabilities.

Feng Bo'e saved his life, and my Murong family also gave him a chance. It's normal for him to have such a good impression of me on our first meeting.

Murong Fu glanced at them and found that, apart from Feng Dashan, all the children had a favorability rating of over 70.

But 62 is indeed not low. Murong Fu didn't say anything to Feng Bo'e, but just silently remembered this person.

Then let the storm escalate and reorganize the team.

"loyalty!"

After arranging the group, Murong Fu was very satisfied with the two young men in front of him. The youngest was only seven or eight years old, and the oldest was no more than fifteen or sixteen, but all of them had a determined look in their eyes.

Murong Fu said loudly:

"This is the first time I've met you all, and I, Murong Fu, will not be stingy; I'll teach you a sword technique."

I will only demonstrate once; the rest will be taught by Master Feng.

After saying that, Murong Fu used the Dragon-Capturing Skill he had learned from Qiao Feng to snatch Feng Bo'e's longsword from its sheath from a distance.

Murong Fu was very fond of this skill, as it was very useful not only for showing off in front of others but also for retrieving things remotely from his bed.

Even the disciplined army, hardened by the storm, couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

Feng Bo'e said incredulously:

"Dragon-Capturing Skill?! Young Master, you know the Dragon-Capturing Skill?"

"It's unbelievable...it's actually true! There really is someone in the world who knows this amazing martial art!"

Feng Bo'e had heard of the Dragon-Capturing Skill before, but only considered it a fictional story. He never expected that his young master would actually know it.

But thinking of the young master's battle with the Tibetan national teacher yesterday, and his unparalleled brilliance, he was truly impressed.

The young master is exceptionally handsome and possesses unparalleled martial arts skills; it's no surprise that he knows such legendary kung fu.

Ignoring the crowd's shock, Murong Fu began demonstrating the "Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber."

Murong Fu leaped up and slashed, his momentum like a tiger descending a mountain, while calmly saying:

"This move is called 'White Tiger Leaps Over the Ravine,' and there are three things to note..."

He then unleashed a flurry of close-range slashes, as if being torn apart by tiger claws.

"This move is called 'Science and Control,' remember, it needs to be fast but not chaotic..."

Everyone watched as he swung his sword, sweeping it with wide, sweeping motions, displaying extraordinary domineering power.

"This move is a group combat technique called 'Mountain Domination,' be careful..."

In a short while, he demonstrated all thirty-two sword techniques.

Without batting an eye, he tossed the long sword in his hand, which then smoothly sheathed itself.

He glanced around and noticed that everyone present, except for Feng Bo'e, had an increased level of goodwill towards Murong Fu.

The reason Feng Bo'e didn't improve was that he felt it was too easy for Murong Fu. He believed that his young master was a reincarnation of a god, a martial artist descended to earth.

Murong Fu waved his fan and said in a deep voice, "This set of Taoist techniques originally had 63 moves, but only the first 30 moves are worth watching, while the last 30 moves are just repetitions of the previous moves."

Therefore, I have refined and distilled these 32 moves. If you master them, you will become a third-rate master and have the qualifications to dominate a city.

Alright, practice hard now.

As he spoke, under the admiring gazes of the young men, Murong Fu put his arm around Feng Bo'e's shoulder and walked into the manor.

On the way, Murong Fu said:

"Brother Feng, when I came here, I saw that there were quite a lot of fish in the waters around your village. Do you know how to fish?"

Feng Bo'e was surprised that Murong Fu would suddenly ask this, and hurriedly replied:

"I used to go fishing occasionally in my early years, but Brother Deng said I had a quick temper and told me to practice calligraphy and go fishing to cultivate my mind and body."

But with my temperament, needless to say, I can't even write a few characters properly when practicing calligraphy.

I didn't even stay fishing for long; I was itching to just wade into the river and catch fish directly.

The two exchanged a smile, and then Murong Fu began to learn how to fish from Feng Bo'e.

Soon after, Murong Fu was seen lounging in the sun on a deck chair, with a fishing rod on a bamboo stand beside him.

Murong Fu had been lying there for half an hour, but no fish had taken the bait yet, but he was not in a hurry at all.

But Feng Yan and Feng Dashan, who were standing not far away, were anxious. When Feng Bo'e left to teach his adopted sons martial arts, he instructed the two of them to take good care of the young master.

But if there are no fish for an hour, they will surely make the young master unhappy.

Seeing the troubled look on Feng Yan's face, Feng Dashan whispered something in his ear.

Feng Yan frowned and asked, "Will this work?"

Feng Dashan said, "No, you should think about it."

Feng Yan couldn't think of any other way, so she could only nod.

After a while, two figures appeared in the water. They were not water monkeys, but Feng Dashan and Feng Yan.

The two carefully reached for a large silver carp from a distance and swam over. Although it was their first time doing this, they seemed to have mastered it without any instruction and successfully hooked Murong Fu's fishhook.

Murong Fu, who was enjoying life on the shore, naturally didn't pay attention to the movements underwater, but he immediately noticed the movement of the fishing rod next to him.

Using his Dragon-Capturing Skill, he drew the fishing rod into his hand, sat up, and skillfully pulled a large silver carp ashore.

"Huh? It's that big?"

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