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

Standing atop the kite, Murong Fu felt the whistling wind around him and couldn't hide his excitement.

"Knowing how to use light-footed kung fu is fucking awesome!"

He often said this when he first arrived six months ago.

After that, he got used to the high altitudes all day long, and it didn't surprise him as much as it did at the beginning.

But now that he has acquired top-notch lightness skills and can stand on a kite, his heart is naturally filled with excitement.

I kept looking around, taking in the beautiful scenery.

Several European birds in the distance, seeing that his figure was completely different from their own and that his wings were underneath, cawed loudly as if mocking him.

But they fell straight down from the sky one by one.

It was Murong Fu who launched a series of attacks using the Canhe Finger technique.

For the past six months, he has preferred to use the Canhe Finger technique to shoot birds and fish while practicing his skills, and then have Abi take them back to make delicious food. This time, seeing them high in the sky, he naturally couldn't resist the urge to use his skills and hit them one after another.

As the Murong family's unique skill, the Canhe Finger technique was naturally extremely exquisite.

In terms of the power of its internal energy, it surpasses even the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

But Murong Fu knew in his heart that the Six Meridians Divine Sword could release sword energy, just like the laser sword in the science fiction movies of his previous life, which was condensed and did not disperse.

When mastered, it can even form a sword formation with unpredictable and strange moves, making it a top-tier martial art that is a level above the Canhe Finger.

However, no one in the world could master it. Even Duan Yu, a few years later, had only just begun to grasp the basics, and his skills were inconsistent in combat.

Therefore, Murong Fu felt a sense of crisis, but he was not afraid.

He hasn't worked particularly hard in the past six months, but his martial arts skills have indeed improved significantly, and his Canhe Finger technique has reached a new level, achieving a slight level of mastery.

That's right. The original owner's Canhe Finger technique was only at a beginner level. Moreover, during the battle at Shaoshi Mountain in the book, Murong Fu lost his composure and could only barely cope with Duan Yu's Six Meridian Divine Sword.

After this battle, his prestige was completely ruined.

Furthermore, his ambush of Duan Yu made him a villain in the eyes of heroes, and Murong of the South could no longer be compared with Qiao Feng of the North.

For this reason, as soon as he arrived in this world, he abandoned all other martial arts and focused on the three techniques of Murong Heart Method, Canhe Finger, and Dou Zhuan Xing Yi.

Although I know I won't follow the original path, I can only lie down comfortably because I have the skills.

After a while, Murong Fu looked around and saw that there were no more birds flying around.

His own true energy was almost exhausted, and his strength was somewhat diminished.

Among martial arts practitioners, internal strength and true qi are related as source and flow.

If true qi is like a ginseng fruit, then internal energy is like a ginseng fruit tree.

Using one's inner energy to power martial arts, or to heal others with one's inner energy, is equivalent to picking and consuming the ginseng fruit.

When all the fruit has been picked, the vital energy is exhausted, and there is no more fruit on the tree. But after meditation and rest, the vital energy will return like the four seasons, and the branches will be laden with fruit again.

However, if it encounters natural enemies like the Huagong Dafa or the Beiming Shengong, it's like the ginseng fruit tree encountering Sun Wukong, being uprooted and all its hard work destroyed.

The only difference between the two methods is that one completely neutralizes the poison, while the other is simply transplanted into someone else's backyard.

The Canhe Finger technique is extremely energy-consuming. If he were to fight someone, Murong Fu would naturally not use it so casually, but only in crucial finishing moves.

Then he slowly slid down along the kite's string.

When he was about ten feet off the ground, Murong Fu lightly stepped on the silk thread and landed gracefully.

"Young master, you're amazing!"

Seeing that Murong Fu had landed safely, Abi dared to make a sound. Just now, seeing her young master so high in the air, Abi's heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

As Abi spoke, she unconsciously clapped her hands, and the wooden board with the ball of yarn wrapped around it naturally slipped from her grasp due to the pull of the kite.

"You're being reckless. Here, take it."

Murong Fu casually picked up the wooden board, watched as Abi stuck her tongue out at him, and handed the board to Abi, asking her to take down the kite.

A'Zhu, who had been there for a long time, also handed Murong Fu a small pot of his favorite plum wine.

There's no cola, milk tea, or pineapple beer here, but thankfully the rice wine and plum wine taste good and have very low alcohol content.

Murong Fu would drink a pot of wine every day after finishing his training, and today was no exception.

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter."

After sipping half a pot of plum wine, Murong Fu couldn't help but say something.

Although he possessed internal energy at this time, he was not afraid of cold or heat.

But not being afraid doesn't mean liking it.

"A-Zhu, later you can send a carrier pigeon to Brother Gongye and ask him to send over all the saltpeter he has made and collected these days."

In the afternoon, find a ceramic basin slightly larger than the wine pot, mix water and saltpeter in a 2:1 ratio, pour it in, stir well, and then put the plum wine in the large basin.

Never touch this saltpeter with your hands.

From now on, chill your drinks this way before giving them to me. If you and Abi want to drink them, you can chill them together.

"Hmm...but you girls should probably drink less iced drinks."

In fact, the technology of making ice with saltpeter already existed in the Song Dynasty, but it was not widespread at that time, so there were naturally no ice shops near Canhezhuang.

The original Murong Fu clearly did not have any complicated material desires; he was only focused on restoring his kingdom.

But Murong Fu is unwilling to compromise himself now.

Canhe Lei? Don't contact me again, I'm afraid I'll misunderstand.

Just as he was about to send A'Zhu on her errand, Murong Fu suddenly glanced down at his sweat-soaked robe, then said to A'Bi, who had just put away the kite:

"Abi, hurry up and make lunch. Make a few of your signature dishes for lunch, as I've been practicing martial arts and it's been quite taxing."

He then looked at Azhu with a playful gaze, before turning back to Abi with a serious expression and instructing her:

"Don't rush things, take your time. Ah Zhu and I have important business to attend to, so we'll eat in about an hour."

After sending Abi away, Murong Fu had Azhu serve him a bath.

The small bathroom was filled with the sounds of waves: the roar of the waves and the howling of the waves, all layered together.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Abi was reminiscing about the smile the young master had given her earlier that day.

"I wonder what important business you and Sister A'Zhu are doing today... I hope I can help you."

The young master's kung fu is getting more and more impressive; the martial arts world is buzzing with talk of "Qiao Feng in the North, Murong Fu in the South."

Hmph, if they see that Young Master can fly, they'll definitely have to obediently put him in front, it should be 'Southern Murong, Northern Qiao Feng'!

What kind of food should I cook?

Young master likes beef, so let's make some Longjing beef first...

......

Half an hour later,

Inside the bathhouse, A-Zhu lay on the edge of the wooden tub, trying to calm her overly rapid breathing.

Her beautiful hair was completely wet, and strands of it curled up and clung to Azhu's face.

Fine beads of sweat slid down her fragrant neck, quietly merging into the steaming water.

The scent of jasmine, mixed with A-Zhu's unique fragrance, slowly rose and filled the entire room.

Murong Fu liked the taste very much, which put him at ease.

A'Zhu swallowed carefully, glancing at Murong Fu who was resting with his eyes closed beside her, and said somewhat cautiously:

"Young master, why don't you take Abi as well?"