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

"You...you! How dare you be so rude to Madam Wang?!"

Duan Yu, his voice trembling with anger, spoke these words to Murong Fu. Before Murong Fu could speak, Bao Butong, sensing another opportunity to argue, returned and said:

"No, no, brother-in-law, I just told you it's not Madam Wang, it's Miss Wang."

But it's not Miss Wang, it's Miss Duan. You're her brother, how come you don't even recognize your own sister?

After saying this, Bao Butong suddenly felt a chill and realized that Li Qingluo was looking at him coldly.

Bao Butong was fearless and had even dared to argue with Murong Fu before, but he still didn't dare to be disrespectful to Li Qingluo. He immediately turned around and pulled Feng Bo'e to drink.

Seeing that Duan Yu was still unaware, Zhong Ling said in a clear voice:

"Brother, you're such a fool. Don't you know that Sister Yuyan is also our father's daughter?"

She's also my brother-in-law's wife. Look at their child, he's so cute!

"Is she my own sister?"

Duan Yu's face turned deathly pale instantly. He turned to look at his father, and two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks as he sobbed:

"Why is it like this? Why is it always like this?"

Duan Yu couldn't understand why every woman he fell in love with was his own younger sister.

"No, that can't be such a coincidence."

Duan Yu then looked at Wang Yuyan and said:

"Miss Wang, tell me this isn't true."

Wang Yuyan had heard Zhong Ling mention that she did indeed have an older brother, but she never expected it to be this strange person in front of her. She frowned and remained silent.

Seeing that his son was not behaving, Duan Zhengchun stood up and tried to pull him back to his seat, but Duan Yu quickly took two steps back and said:

"It's all fake, I don't believe it..."

He then stumbled and walked outside, accidentally spilling a West Lake fish in vinegar sauce that a servant was serving, but he didn't seem to care that he was covered in it.

Zhong Ling, wondering what was wrong with Duan Yu, asked Mu Wanqing, "Sister Mu, what's wrong with my brother?"

Mu Wanqing rolled her eyes, gave Zhong Ling a sharp rap on the head, and said:

"From now on, when you call him 'brother,' don't include me. Didn't you notice that Duan Yu has taken a liking to your sister Yu Yan again? This kind of man... you should talk to him less in the future."

Zhong Ling responded with an "oh," her eyes darting around as if she were lost in thought.

After Murong Fu comforted Wang Yuyan and helped her sit down, he played with his son for a while, then turned back to Kumārajīva and whispered:

"Master, I remember you have a magical sound technique that can move people's minds?"

Now that Duan Yu is mentally unstable, why not go and comfort him? Perhaps my brother-in-law will be deeply moved and bestow upon the master the Six Meridians Divine Sword technique and the Lingbo Steps footwork?

I hope that I can study with the master at that time; I believe my late father's spirit in heaven would be pleased.

Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva was overjoyed. He bowed and went out from another place to find Duan Yu.

Kumārajīva's demonic sound technique can only be used on people with weak internal strength. So when he captured Duan Yu at Tianlong Temple in Dali, he was unable to use this method to find out the contents of the Six Meridians Divine Sword because Duan Yu's internal strength was as profound as his own.

But now, everyone can see that Duan Yu is distraught and deeply shaken, and this is indeed a good opportunity.

At the wedding banquet, Murong Fu continued to greet the guests. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he saw Kumārajīva return with a happy expression. After bowing to Murong Fu, he handed him a small booklet.

Murong Fu knew that these were the mental techniques of the "Six Meridian Divine Sword" and "Lingbo Steps".

After receiving it, it appeared to be put into his pocket, but in reality, it was directly stored in his personal space.

He had previously tested it with iced tea and hot water, and time seemed to stand still in this space, preserving the state of the items as they were when they were placed there.

Murong Fu was extremely fond of this feature at the time. It was a lazy person's dream and an essential tool for travel. In his opinion, he wouldn't trade it for even a top-tier martial art.

After Murong Fu put away the booklet, he asked Kumārajīva:

"Master, what about Duan Yu?"

Kumārajīva said with satisfaction:

"After finishing writing the sword manual and footwork, Young Master Duan was a little tired and was helped to his room by the monk, where he fell into a deep sleep."

"Young Master Murong, you can go to my room to find him."

Murong Fu waved his hand, picked up his wine cup, and said that he still had to take care of the guests.

The group drank from noon until night before finally releasing Murong Fu and allowing him to enter the bridal chamber.

Inside the bridal chamber, A'Zhu waited for a long time.

Although the two had already consummated their marriage, A'Zhu was still looking forward to it for a long time.

Murong Fu lifted her red veil, and the two embraced, engaging in a deeper exploration...

Big windmill, cat fishing... Murong Fu's skills greatly increased.

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The next day, Murong Fu got up every night as usual.

Upon arriving at the manor, one sees Kumārajīva and Qiao Feng engaging in a rigorous sparring match on an open ground.

It turned out that when Kumārajīva was at the manor, he heard that this tall man was Qiao Feng, one of the "Southern Murong and Northern Qiao Feng" masters. Naturally, he wanted to have a friendly spar and see which of his skills was superior to the legendary Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

However, since the previous two days were Murong Fu's son's full-month celebration and Murong Fu's wedding, Qiao Feng and Kumārajīva had arranged to spar this morning.

Murong Fu had fought with Kumārajīva before and knew that the Great Wheel King's martial arts were extraordinary, but he had never seen Qiao Feng use his full strength before, so he naturally wanted to feast his eyes on it.

He pulled up a chair, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from his personal space, and in the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows.

Qiao Feng's internal strength was not as profound as Kumārajīva's, and his moves were also more expansive and lacked the exquisite skill of Kumārajīva's top-tier martial arts.

But Qiao Feng attacked without warning, his moves were completely unhindered, and his strength was astonishing.

A set of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms left Kumārajīva in agony.

However, the two were indeed of equal strength, and they remained evenly matched for hundreds of moves.

However, when they stopped there, Murong Fu, with his old-fashioned Chinese medicine expertise, could naturally see that Qiao Feng's breathing was steady, while Kumārajīva had suppressed his disordered breathing with his profound internal energy, and even pretended to be nonchalant as he loudly proclaimed:

"Your Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is indeed a peerless martial arts technique."

"It is truly a great pleasure for this humble monk to have the honor of witnessing the charisma of Master Qiao today."

He then looked at Murong Fu beside him and continued:

"Murong in the South, Qiao Feng in the North, truly living up to their reputation."

There are few in the world who can fight this humble monk to a draw, but this trip to the Central Plains has allowed me to meet two heroes; it has truly been a worthwhile journey.

Afterwards, Kumārajīva declined Murong Fu's request to listen to music and drink tea, and hurriedly returned to his villa to catch his breath.

Furthermore, after experiencing battles with Murong Fu and Qiao Feng, the arrogance that Kumārajīva had established in Tibet and Tianlong Temple began to waver, and he vowed to work even harder to cultivate the Lesser Formless Skill.

He knew that this kung fu was incredibly magical, and that one could use internal energy to mimic the moves. After he left Yanziwu, he would go to Shaolin Temple and learn all 72 Shaolin skills, at which point he would become the best in the world!

Murong Fu was naturally unaware of what Kumārajīva was thinking, and he didn't care.

Today is the last day of the banquet, and also the last day that we have invited great opera performers to set up a stage and put on a show. Just as Murong Fu and Qiao Feng were about to go and listen to the opera...

Holding a green swallow kite, Zhong Ling found Murong Fu and said:

"Brother-in-law, will you fly a kite with me?!"