Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 155: Ah Zi's Social Failure (Update , Revised)
"A descendant of the Murong clan of Yan State... Ha, then should I still respectfully address you as 'Prince Murong'?"

Zhang Kuang's sarcasm was not concealed at all, and he showed no intention of giving Murong Fu any face either in his face or in his words.

He doesn't deserve it.

Or rather, no one deserves Zhang Kuang to show mercy.

Murong Fu's Qi cultivation skills were not good enough, and just a sarcastic remark irritated him so much that his face turned red. He clenched his fists and didn't know what to say.

"Why don't you speak? Are you mute?" Zhang Kuang would not stop when he saw that he was ahead. He liked to provoke people's anger, and then watch the other person put on the painful mask of being extremely angry but unable to do anything about it.

Building one's own happiness on the suffering of others is one of the few pleasures of arrogance.

Murong Fu's face was a little distorted. At this moment, he was not the Murong·Bujie-means-means·Fu who could calmly say "Gusu Murong clan admits defeat" after suffering so many setbacks. He still had the pride of being the "Southern Murong clan".

So he straightened his back, looked Zhang Kuang in the eye and said, "Today, Murong Fu is just a wandering man in the martial arts world, and cannot bear the title of prince. But if we meet again in the future, who knows, you might even address me as 'Your Majesty the Emperor of Great Yan'!"

"Okay, very spirited!"

Zhang Kuang did not take it as an offense, but said cheerfully: "You are qualified to sit down and look at the seat."

Murong Fu did not refuse. He took a deep breath and sat down in his seat. His body was tense under the armor and he could clearly feel the sweat beads running down his back.

"May I ask, if my father were still alive, why wouldn't he come forward? With his talent and ability, how many people in the world could rival him in terms of martial arts?"

Compared with the great cause of restoring the country, Murong Fu is more concerned about his father Murong Bo.

Zhang Kuang found Murong Fu interesting and sent him a message: "Your father is being toyed with and raised by others."

Murong Fu: “?”

Li Qinglu just stood up and sat back down.

Even Ding Chunqiu, who was reciting Xiao Wuxiang Gong in the corner, pricked up his ears.

"Ridiculous! There's no way this is possible!"

Murong Fu thought it was just Zhang's nonsense and a joke, and he had already begun to think of retreating.

Then Zhang Kuang said, "Your father did something great without making any noise. If he were still alive, he would have been a pariah, and everyone would have wanted to kill him. So he faked his death and hid in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library."

"But what he doesn't know is that there's an old monk who lives in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library. This old man has taken a liking to your father and wants to take him in as his disciple. However, he sees that your father is deeply obsessed, so he lets him practice the seventy-two unique skills.

Most of the Shaolin Temple's martial arts were created by masters of the demonic path who 'converted' to Buddhism. They already have the potential to go astray, and your father is obsessed with martial arts, so he's bound to suffer disasters in the future."

"When he has accumulated enough... hehe, he will come out and be a good person, helping your father to 'achieve enlightenment'. Then your father will naturally convert to Shaolin Temple."

Murong Fu was breathing rapidly and said a lot of arrogant words, but he only managed to summarize these ten words: "Murong Bo is in the Shaolin Temple Sutra Library."

Therefore, he stood up eagerly, bowed hurriedly and said, "Since that's the case, Murong Fu will take his leave now. If you really find my father in the Shaolin Temple Sutra Library, the Murong family will definitely reward you handsomely."

Murong Fu left in a hurry.

No one heard the arrogant sneer: "It's just a poor country. A small barbarian country hundreds of years ago is still talking about 'restoration'. You must be crazy." Li Qinglu, the princess of Western Xia, who was also from a small barbarian country and the same Xianbei as the Murong family, felt offended.

An awkward yet polite smile appeared on her beautiful face. Li Qinglu stood up slowly and said softly, "What the Immortal said is true. The Xianbei Murong clan has already seized the advantage of time and place in a short time. The five kingdoms have exhausted the Murong clan's resources over the past century. Now they are just a barbarian. Talking about restoring their country is really ignorant and ridiculous."

"Taking advantage of the situation, Murong Fu is not even a bit inferior to his father." Zhang Kuang reached out and hugged Li Qinglu, only to smell a strange fragrance. It was just the right scent, not like flowers, not like musk, but had a fascinating effect that made people yearn for it. "I even suspect that Murong Bo was behind the establishment of your Xixia country."

Li Qinglu's face turned pale for a moment, but then she smiled again. She put her arm around Zhang Kuang's neck and said, "How could it be? We Dangxiang people have been planning for a hundred years, and only then did my grandfather, Qing Tianzi, succeed and establish his own territory..."

As Li Qinglu was speaking, her pupils shrank, and she suddenly remembered that her grandfather, Emperor Qing Li Yuanhao, claimed to be a descendant of the Xianbei Tuoba clan!
Zhang Kuang was actually just talking nonsense, no matter whether it was true or not. After glancing at Ding Chunqiu who was busy copying books in the corner, he carried Li Qinglu to the back.

Wanjie Valley covers a large area, but the manor is not very big, and there are not many rooms available, so Zhang Kuang had to let Li Qinglu and A Zi squeeze in, and then live separately when they have time.

"You clearly want to sleep together, so why use the excuse of not having enough room?"

"Because I think, steamed bun, are you dissatisfied?"

"How dare I? The immortal is so generous, how dare I not repay you with a spring of gratitude."

"Azi too!"

Li Qinglu and A Zi, one committed herself and the other seeking survival, are naturally the best among flowers.

But Ah Zi lives in the market and does things directly. Even if she is clever and quirky, how can she beat Li Qinglu?
Although she only had one-fourth of Li Qiu Shui's blood, and even though she was a virgin before, as soon as Li Qinglu started to move, A Zi was immediately no match for her.

"Bah! Coquettish bitch!"

Ah Zi looked at Li Qinglu's swaying figure, and while concentrating on learning from her, she was also thinking about how to defeat the other party.

The easiest way is to use poison to cripple, destroy or kill Li Qinglu, but if she really does that, A Zi guarantees that she will pay with her life.

One life for another, not worth it.

So, the best way is to form cliques and exclude Li Qinglu?

"It's useless," Dao Baifeng looked at Ah Zi, who had come to him early in the morning, her words full of flattery, and who was trying to join her in both overt and covert ways, and shook her head and said, "You still don't understand. This is different from the harem's competition for favor. It's not like whoever suppresses the other gets to eat and take more."

"We are just like the vases in this room. Appearance is only the basic requirement for staying here. Being useful is the essential condition for flower arrangement. It is better to improve ourselves than to form gangs."

Upon hearing this, Ah Zi didn't show any favor at all. She immediately turned cold and left. Since Dao Baifeng was of no use to her, she naturally wouldn't give Dao Baifeng any extra favor.

Only useful things are valuable, and only valuable people deserve to be treated well.

Dao Baifeng shook his head. Ah Zi still didn't understand.

A single vase has little competitiveness, and forming cliques is useless. Only by establishing relationships and turning a single vase into a set can its value be increased.

Li Qinglu walked out from the inner room, smiling as she came up behind Dao Baifeng. "Qinglu has always been interested in Taoism, but was previously delayed by worldly affairs. I yearned for it but never had the chance to enter. Now that I've calmed down, I can't help but recall my past thoughts."

"Qinglu is willing to become a disciple of Yuxu Sanren. I hope Sanren will give me some advice."

(End of this chapter)