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

When the group arrived at the dock in Suzhou, it was already afternoon. Since they weren't in a hurry, Murong Fu suggested that they go for a stroll in the city.

He knew that Wang Yuyan had been staying at the manor for a long time due to her pregnancy and childbirth, and the farthest she had gone was back to Mantuo Manor. Although Wang Yuyan didn't say anything, Murong Fu felt that she was a little bored.

After all, staying home for a while and then traveling for a while is a good balance between work and rest.

The child was carried by Youcao and Xiaoming in turns using a special baby carrier. The two were of average talent, and it took Murong Fu a lot of energy to learn the Lesser Formless Skill. Now they practiced every day, and although they hadn't made any great progress, they were at least strong and healthy. Three or five big men couldn't get close to them, so carrying a child was easy for them.

The group of people walked down the street; the men were handsome and the women were beautiful, with outstanding temperaments and unique postures, naturally attracting countless people to turn their heads.

Murong Fu and others were used to being the center of attention, and their behavior and speech were generous. However, after interacting with more people, Mu Wanqing was no longer the same as before.

In the past, if she saw a stranger looking at her, she would definitely glare at them fiercely and tell them to get lost, or even shoot a hidden arrow at the slightest disagreement.

During these six months, Wang Yuyan and A'zhu, as her older sisters, taught her many principles and manners.

Now, I can calmly stroll and shop in front of everyone.

But just as everyone was heading to the restaurant, Zhong Ling spotted a familiar figure.

"Big brother, what are you still doing here?"

When everyone looked, they realized it was Duan Yu, whose face was pale and had obvious bags under his eyes, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Upon seeing everyone, especially the person he had been longing for for the past six months, Duan Yu was naturally overjoyed and said:

"Wang... Sister, ah, brother-in-law... Hello."

Murong Fu was somewhat surprised to see that Duan Yu was still in Suzhou, but it didn't matter. He smiled and nodded to Duan Yu, instructing him to have dinner together later, and then went upstairs to a private room.

Mu Wanqing saw that even though Duan Yu looked sickly, he was still secretly watching Wang Yuyan playing with the child, and her disgust intensified.

Just as Duan Yu was about to say something, Bao Butong walked up to him and said:

"Brother-in-law, why didn't you talk to my Third Brother Bao beforehand?"

Duan Yu remembered him, so he bowed and said, "Brother Bao, hello there too."

Brother Bao stroked his beard, nodded, and, with Duan Yu's arm in his, led the group upstairs.

Suddenly, Bao Butong noticed that two people were subtly moving closer to him, forming a pincer movement.

Bao Butong looked at Duan Yu and asked, "Are these two your friends?"

One of the younger men said, "Hey, who are you? Let go of Young Master Duan!"

Bao Butong narrowed his already narrowed eyes and said, "Hmph, is this your first time venturing into the martial world?"

Don't you know you should state your own name before asking someone else's?

Another older man cupped his hands and said, "Brother, I apologize for any offense. I am Cui Baiquan, the 'Golden Abacus,' and this is my junior, Guo Yanzhi."

"It's because Young Master Duan is our friend. Seeing him being held hostage by you, I came up to inquire. My attitude was poor, please forgive me."

"Cui Baiquan? The Cui Baiquan of the Funiu School?" A'Zhu, who was already on the stairs, couldn't help but ask upon hearing this familiar name:

What are you doing here?

A'Zhu was in charge of organizing intelligence, so she naturally knew that Ke Baisui of the Funiu School was killed by someone with ulterior motives using the principle of "an eye for an eye".

Later, Murong Fu told them that the shameless scoundrel who framed the Murong family had been killed by him and would never appear again.

The groups of aggrieved people who came to the manor one after another were all sent away. They never expected to run into these two people today, and they were even with Duan Yu.

Murong Fu, who also possessed profound internal strength and keen hearing, naturally heard the commotion and called out from upstairs to invite the other person to join him for dinner.

Not long after everyone was seated, one exquisite dish after another was served.

Cui Baiquan and his companion exchanged a glance and asked:

"Excuse me, sir? Is that Miss Abi?"

Nearly a year later, Cui Baiquan suddenly recognized the woman sitting diagonally opposite him as Abi, the little boat girl.

Upon hearing this, Abi suddenly remembered and exclaimed in surprise:

"Wow, are you guys from the Golden Abacus team last March?"

Cui Baiquan couldn't help but smile wryly and said, "Yes, Miss Abi still remembers us, uncle and nephew."

"Back then, you caused us all to fall into the water while trying to save Young Master Duan..."

Abi said shyly:

"I'm so sorry, the head chef was terrifying back then. He said he was going to burn Young Master Duan alive..."

Cui Baiquan suddenly stood up, bowed, and said:

"Since Miss Abi previously claimed to be Young Master Murong's maid, then is this Young Master Murong?"

Murong Fu watched as the man in front of him pulled out an abacus, which looked like a weapon. He suddenly remembered that this man must be Niu Baisui's fellow disciple.

He was injured by Murong Bo in his early years, and his senior brother was also killed by Murong Bo two years ago, using the opponent's famous technique, which confirmed the method of "an eye for an eye" and made the case point directly to Murong Fu.

Murong Bo's goal was to take over the assets of the Funiu Sect...

Murong Fu had previously learned through his intelligence network that the meager income of the Funiu Sect was not enough to cover half a year's revenue for a gambling den he controlled.

Thinking of that excessively foolish old man, Murong Fu cursed his bad luck inwardly.

He returned Cui Baiquan's greeting and said loudly, "That's right, I am Murong from Gusu. Are you here regarding the case of your senior brother's murder?"

Upon hearing Murong Fu bring it up, the two exchanged a glance, their expressions heavy.

The two had long heard of the great names of Qiao Feng in the North and Murong Fu in the South, and knew that their strength was far inferior to Murong Fu's. However, they had to avenge their senior brother and master, all for the sake of justice.

Murong Fu waved his fan and said:

"There was a villain who stole the secret techniques of my Murong family. Then, under the guise of my principle of 'an eye for an eye,' he killed many good people. Fortunately, I killed him last year."

This puts an end to a great scourge of the martial world. May the departed rest in peace.

As Murong Fu spoke, he kept shaking his head, seemingly filled with emotion.

Cui Baiquan asked, "Does Young Master Murong mean that this matter is none of your concern?"

What is that scoundrel's name, Young Master Murong?

Murong Fu said, "If it's said to be petty thieves, who would care about the name of a petty thief?"

Cui Baiquan's face flickered with light and shadow as he said in a deep voice:

"Young Master Murong, how can I console my senior brother's spirit in heaven with such an outcome?"

You said you killed him, so there should be someone responsible...

Before Cui Baiquan could finish speaking, Bao Butong angrily said, "My young master said he didn't kill him, so naturally he didn't kill him."

"With your senior brother Ke Baisui's meager skills, why would my brothers Murong need to bother? Young Master Murong's martial arts are a hundred times superior to mine. Think about it yourself, does Ke Baisui even deserve to personally take action?"