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

Chapter 140 Yang Guo: Ah, you want me to buy XX?

Ignoring Lu Wushuang's many thoughts, Murong Fu called out Xiao Bing and Xiao Yu. Under Lu Wushuang's curious gaze,

Xiao Bing carried Xiao Yu around the room, exhaling icy air, and, as Murong Fu had instructed, froze all the windows and doorsteps.

Then he had Lu Wushuang lie down on the bed, and Murong Fu casually tossed the blankets onto the table.

He reached out and pressed many acupoints on Lu Wushuang's thighs and calves to temporarily block her blood and qi. Then he said to Lu Wushuang, "Next, I will temporarily block your pain receptors so that you can avoid struggling during the surgery and affecting the treatment."

Since Lu Wushuang was merely a third-rate martial arts novice, he naturally lacked the powerful internal energy of someone like Wu Yazi to suppress his body's reactions. Sealing Lu Wushuang's sense of pain would be a more prudent approach.

Before Lu Wushuang could speak, Murong Fu had already circulated his Mingyu True Qi throughout her entire body, thoroughly understanding her meridians, bones, and any special conditions, thus preparing for the upcoming surgery.

In particular, by thoroughly understanding the details of both legs, it is certain that with proper post-operative recovery, both legs will become identical.

Subsequently, Murong Fu's innate, body-breaking, formless sword energy, extending two inches from his right index finger, slit open Lu Wushuang's left leg trousers, revealing her snow-white calf below the knee.

Although Lu Wushuang had lost all feeling in her body, her eyes kept looking down, and she could see the magical sword in Murong Fu's hand.

The Lu family is an official family, but they also have a certain martial arts background. Moreover, He Yuanjun is Wu Santong's adopted daughter, so Lu Wushuang also knows that the legendary Emperor Duan's One-Finger Divine Skill can concentrate true energy at the fingertip and injure people from a distance.

Looking at the sword at the fingertips of Young Master Murong, Lu Wushuang wondered how it compared to Emperor Duan's two-inch sword.

What Lu Wushuang didn't know was that Murong Fu was deliberately controlling the power level. With his century-old internal energy, if he were to unleash its full potential...

It can be more than ten feet long.

Then she saw that Murong Fu had ripped open her pants, revealing her calves, and she felt incredibly shy.

Unexpectedly, even though it was the first time they had met, this person not only allowed him to touch her leg, but also showed her this ugliness that she had never shown to anyone before.

Because of a problem with Lu Wushuang's left leg bone setting, it's quite obvious that the bone in her left leg is crooked.

This was Lu Wushuang's biggest hidden ailment, which she had never shown to anyone.

Murong Fu didn't find anything strange about it. After all, compared to Wu Yazi's messy old injury, Lu Wushuang's injury was too simple and straightforward.

The sword energy sliced ​​through Lu Wushuang's skin and fascia, separating the muscles to expose the bone.

Sure enough, the joint was crooked and had grown together.

Indeed, doctors of this era would not be able to handle this situation, but it was not complicated for Murong Fu.

Using sword energy, the deformed area was severed with a specific oblique cutting technique. Then, the bone shape was repaired using sword energy, and the length was determined.

They were then connected.

Xiaoyu was summoned, and she spat out ice silkworm silk as repair thread.

After all, due to the impact of industrial development, Murong Fu could not obtain a suitable alloy, so he could only use repair thread for fixation.

Fortunately, this method is very stable for Lu Wushuang's condition, and the ice silkworm silk will not need to be removed later.

After securing it, Murong Fu then straightened out Lu Wushuang's muscles and meridians. After all, bones are the framework of the body, and muscles and meridians are attached to bones.

Lu Wushuang's bones have been crooked for more than ten years, so the blood vessels and meridians in the vicinity have naturally been affected as well.

Half an hour later, Murong Fu used invisible energy needles to thread ice silk threads and sutured the wound, while a sturdy metal support was also installed on the outside of his leg.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, once Lu Wushuang recovers, her left leg, which has been shorter than her right leg for over ten years, will be exactly the same.

Murong Fu then used Mingyu True Qi to channel the pathogens, minimizing the possibility of rejection, allergies, inflammation, and other adverse reactions.

In the next few days, Murong Fu will help to soothe it a few more times, and after a while, it can recover on its own.

After finishing his work, Murong Fu opened the door, looked into the next room, and called out:

"Yang Guo, go out and buy Miss Lu a pair of pants."

For the past half hour, Yang Guo, who was next door, had been coaxing the two little ones to sleep, and then he paced around in his room.

Originally, she and her aunt were living a good life, but after Murong Fu came, her aunt was somehow angered and left.

Now that she had finally found a girl who looked exactly like her aunt, she casually made up an excuse to ask Murong Fu for a medical consultation, but she never expected that he would actually be able to do it!

She and her "little aunt" remained motionless in the next room for more than half an hour.

Yang Guo listened for a long time by the wall, afraid that there was movement next door, but even more afraid that there was no movement next door.

Now, suddenly he heard Murong Fu calling him, but it turned out he wanted him to go buy trousers for Miss Lu?!

"Huh? You want me to buy... pants for girls?"

Murong Fu frowned. Yang Guo usually seemed quite clever, so why was he so rigid now? He said in a deep voice:

"Why differentiate between men's and women's pants? Just buy a pair that's a bit loose."

Yang Guo said "Oh" and went out, but as he passed by, he couldn't help but listen to the sounds inside.

At this moment, Murong Fu released Lu Wushuang's acupoints. Lu Wushuang had been lying on the bed for a long time, unable to move at all, and was very tense. Now that they were released, she immediately felt a sense of relief, breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but hum softly.

Moreover, the pain from the surgery cutting open her body was then transmitted to Lu Wushuang's brain, and she began to groan softly.

Yang Guo was about to leave when he suddenly heard a sound from inside the room, which startled him, and he quickened his pace.

My mind kept telling myself: This isn't my aunt, this isn't my aunt...

Murong Fu booked a separate room for Yang Guo, and the five of them rested at the inn for the night. The next day, they bought a carriage and set off. Lu Wushuang didn't want to abandon her little black donkey, which she had ridden for a long time, so Murong Fu drove the carriage while Yang Guo rode the donkey. Xiao Hai watched Lu Wushuang and Bao'er from inside the carriage.

However, the speeds of these two are not much different, so this route is suitable.

Later, Murong Fu got bored and had the three brothers, Xiaoyu, Xiaobing, and Xiaoxiong, drive the carriage.

Little Fierce Xu stood on the horse's head, while Little Ice was wrapped around the horse's neck, which terrified the horse.

Little Fierce Xu: Let's go! ☆*。 9（＇w*)9*

But after a while, you get used to it.

The carriage was driven very steadily, and Yang Guo, who was standing to the side, was also stunned. He knew that Murong Fu was indeed extraordinary, but he did not expect that his pet could be so magical.

The group soon arrived in Henan. Murong Fu did not go to find Yelü Chucai or Yelü Jin, but went directly to Shaoshi Mountain.

A secluded ancient temple, a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Those once-renowned heroes who dominated the martial arts world are gone, but the mountain remains, and so does the Shaolin Temple.

It was difficult to get into the carriage, so Lu Wushuang rode on her donkey, and the five of them climbed the mountain together.

After arriving at the mountain, Lu Wushuang rested in a pavilion outside because Shaolin Temple did not allow female guests.

The others entered the temple after Murong Fu announced his name.

A short while later, a monk in his early thirties entered a meditation room, clasped his hands in prayer, and said:

"Benefactor Murong, you were looking for me?"

The newcomer was none other than Jueyuan. He was tall and elegant, and if it weren't for his bald head and monk's robes, he would have looked exactly like a scholar.

He walks steadily and speaks politely. Even when he goes begging for alms, he can get people to give him more thick porridge and fine food.

Murong Fu returned the greeting, saying, "You must be Master Jueyuan. Seeing you in person is truly an honor; you are indeed a man of exceptional talent!"

Jueyuan hurriedly said he dared not, but he was very puzzled. He didn't have any old friends. After guarding the scriptures in the Sutra Repository for ten years, he hardly left the Sutra Repository except to eat and sleep, let alone Shaolin Temple.

Why would someone suddenly say they are an old friend who has come to visit?

Upon meeting him, Jueyuan discovered that he was a rare and handsome young man. Jueyuan was completely baffled. If he had seen such an extraordinary person before, he would not have forgotten him. How could he have no recollection of him at all?

Murong Fu also sensed it at this moment. Although Jueyuan's body did not show any internal force, his true energy was constantly flowing within his body, forming a self-contained system.

He was clearly a master of innate strength who had opened up all eight extraordinary meridians. He thought to himself that just looking at his internal energy, he was comparable to Ku Rong and Ding Chunqiu from the world of Tian Long Ba Bu, and in the current timeline, he was probably no less than Guo Jing and the Four Great Masters.

It seems that the Nine Yang Divine Skill is indeed extraordinary; perhaps Lang'er can learn this martial art.

Murong Fu remembered that when Zhang Junbao was seven or eight years old, Jueyuan had passed on the basic training method of the Nine Yang Divine Skill to Zhang Junbao. By the time Zhang Junbao was over ten years old, his internal strength was already enough to fight against masters such as Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi.

However, Murong Fu knew that Zhang Junbao was a ruthless person who could establish a sect and cultivate to the point of breaking through the void in the future. His own son did not need to compare with him; he only needed to strengthen his body.

However, one must be mindful of social etiquette in all matters of life and work. Murong Fu then took out several scriptures and said:

"Master Jueyuan, I have an old friend named Dalun Mingwang. Before he died, he entrusted me with several Buddhist scriptures, saying that they were to be given to Master Jueyuan in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository."

Please accept this, Master.

Murong Fu thought to himself that Kumārajīva was already dead by now, so he wasn't cursing him, Kumārajīva.

He then took out several rare Buddhist scriptures that he had acquired at high prices along the way.

Jueyuan was fond of this, and in order to obtain the original text of the Lankavatara Sutra, he followed Xiaoxiangzi and Yin Kexi from Shaoshi Mountain to Huashan Mountain.

So Murong Fu gave this as a gift.

Jueyuan's eyes widened when he saw it. Although he was a high-ranking monk, that was more than ten years later. He was only in his early thirties and spent most of his time with the ancient Buddha and the dim lamp, so it was inevitable that he was a little unsteady.

He nervously wiped his already clean hands, afraid of disrespecting the Buddhist scriptures.

Then he read it with great enthusiasm.

After a while, he realized that Murong Fu was still there, so he quickly apologized.

Murong Fu then offered a few more compliments to Jueyuan, and subsequently asked him many questions about the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

After all, Murong Fu had never practiced it before, so even though he has extremely high comprehension now, there are still many things he is unsure about regarding the Nine Yang Manual.

Wang Yuyan may have a deeper understanding than Murong Fu, but she is still no match for Jueyuan, who has practiced for more than ten years.

Murong Fu suddenly had a peculiar feeling, like giving gifts to a teacher to improve a child's grades...