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

Chapter 142 I love watching women fight.

Murong Fu then followed the sound into the courtyard, with Yang Guo close behind. Since their martial arts skills were superior to everyone else in the courtyard, no one noticed them.

Soon, the two found the room where the incident had occurred. The sounds of fierce fighting could still be heard inside. Murong Fu gently poked a hole in the window and peered inside...

A man carrying a stool was seen fighting with a woman dressed in black. The woman was quite young, with bright eyes.

Murong Fu examined him closely and found that his eyes were like autumn water and cold stars, and that hatred was hidden in his gaze when he looked around.

It was clearly a young woman in the market, but her knife skills were incredibly ruthless. Her willow-leaf knife was exceptionally sharp, and with several slashes, she had already cut off all four legs of the bench.

Seeing that he was outmatched, the man shouted, "Father, get out of the way!"

He immediately shouted, "Help! Someone come here!"

Suddenly, the girl kicked out, catching the man off guard. The kick landed squarely on his waist, causing him to fall to the ground.

The girl stepped forward and swung her knife down at the old man's head.

A girl from another race standing beside the old man called out, "How dare you be rude!"

He then struck the black-clad girl in the face with his right hand, while using his left hand to disarm her of her knife.

The two attacks were quite cleverly coordinated. The girl turned her head to avoid the incoming palm, but Yelü Yan had already grabbed her wrist. In the midst of the chaos, Yelü Yan kicked out with a flying kick, forcing her to retreat. Only then was her single sword not taken away. In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged seven or eight blows and slashes.

Murong Fu could see clearly from outside that the girl beside the old man was not as fair-skinned as the women of Jiangnan. Her skin was more of a honey color, bearing the marks of the hardships of the grasslands, giving her a unique beauty.

Murong Fu glanced at them and immediately recognized the identities of the people present.

The old man was undoubtedly Yelü Chucai, the young girl beside him was Yelü Yan, and the woman in black was Wanyan Ping. Only the man...:

Hmm, he looks to be about thirty years old. He should be Yelü Jin, not Yelü Qi.

Since his previous life, Murong Fu has loved watching women fight.

Although the two girls were now like chickens pecking at each other, their clumsy appearances combined with their unique features amazed Murong Fu.

After the two women fought for a while, Murong Fu concluded that his children's martial arts skills were roughly equal, and they were both just average.

However, Yelü Yan ultimately had no weapon. He tried several times to seize the opponent's willow-leaf knife but failed. Instead, he was hampered and unable to fight back. With the balance of power shifting, he was likely to be defeated.

A young man standing nearby said, "Third Sister, let me give it a try."

He then lunged forward at an angle and unleashed three palm strikes with his right hand.

Yelü Yan immediately stepped back against the wall and said, "Fine, see what you do."

Outside, Murong Fu frowned and said, "I'll look at you for a second!"

The beautiful women were having a good fight, why did he come in?

But going in now might be a bit abrupt, so an idea came to mind...:

Inside the room, after only a few moves, Wanyan Ping had been defeated by Yelü Qi. Knowing that her revenge was hopeless, she said bitterly to the old man:

"Yelü Chucai, you helped the Mongols and caused the death of my parents. I can't seek revenge on you in this life. Let's settle our score in the underworld!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the knife across his neck with his left hand.

Seeing that she wanted to commit suicide, Yelü Qi immediately took action, grabbing her willow-leaf knife with his left hand and then flicking it, sending the knife slamming into the table beside him with a loud thud.

Yang Guo, standing outside, felt a pang of sorrow in her eyes as she spoke those words. His heart skipped a beat, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and he cried out, "Aunt!"

Everyone was shocked; it turned out there were other experts lurking outside.

At this point, Murong Fu stopped hiding.

He then led Yang Guo into the room through the main entrance and said, "I am Murong Fu from Gusu. I heard the sounds of fighting as I was passing by, so I came in to take a look. Please forgive me."

Everyone knew this person was outside the door but no one noticed. Either he had special means of concealment, or his martial arts skills were superior to everyone present, so no one dared to offend him easily.

Murong Fu noticed that Yang Guo was staring blankly at Wanyan Ping and knew that the boy was daydreaming again.

He sighed and said, "Hehe, you guys go about your business, don't worry about me."

Yelü Chucai sensed that Murong Fu meant him no harm, nodded to him, and slowly said, "Miss Wanyan,"

You have attempted to assassinate me three times. As the Prime Minister of the Great Mongol Empire, I did indeed assist in the destruction of your Great Jin Dynasty and the murder of your parents.

But do you know who killed my ancestors?

Wanyan Ping shook her head slightly and said, "I...don't know."

Yelü Chucai slowly said, "Although I am an official of the Mongols, I am not a Mongol, but a Khitan. My ancestors were the royal family of the Liao Dynasty, which was destroyed by your Jin Dynasty..."

The descendants of my Great Liao Dynasty's Yelü clan were slaughtered by your Wanyan clan, leaving only a few survivors. I vowed revenge in my youth, which is why I assisted the Mongol Khan in destroying your Jin Dynasty.

"Throat... an endless cycle of revenge, when will it ever end?"

As he spoke these last two sentences, he looked up out the window and thought of how, for the sake of a few families vying for the throne, the houses of the great city were reduced to ruins, and the houses were piled up like mountains for thousands of miles, with rivers of blood flowing.

Murong Fu also recalled the scenes he had witnessed along the way, and his heart sank.

Thinking of his own world of Tianlong, the Liao Dynasty still existed, and the Jin Dynasty seemed not to have sworn an oath yet, but fortunately, his strength was growing stronger and his subordinates were becoming more and more talented, so he would definitely not let such a great war start.

After hearing her enemy's account, Wanyan Ping remained silent, only revealing a few gleaming white teeth. She bit her upper lip and let out a soft hum.

Seeing that Wanyan Ping no longer had the opportunity to kill him, Yelü Chucai asked Murong Fu:

"Young master, is there anything else you wish to instruct me on?"

Murong Fu said, "I dare not presume to offer guidance, but I just overheard this old man Yelü saying that he is a Khitan and that he helped the Mongols destroy the Jin dynasty in order to avenge his family."

That's certainly true.

This Wanyan girl is a Jurchen; her parents were killed by the Mongols, so it is only natural for her to come and kill you.

These young men and women of the Yelü clan are certainly not wrong to protect their father.

Everyone agreed that Murong Fu's words made sense, but it seemed that he hadn't said anything at all, and they were all looking forward to his next insightful comments.

He said, "So all your actions are correct. Then it comes down to who is more skilled and who has better kung fu."

People in the martial world live and die in the martial world, seeking revenge against each other. If they are outmatched and killed, they have no one to blame but themselves.

Therefore, it is understandable that Miss Wanyan was no match for Prince Yelü and was killed today.

But I don't think the Yelü family members are bloodthirsty people. They even stopped Wanyan, who wanted to commit suicide after her defeat.

but-

However, the long-standing feud between your Yelü family and his Wanyan family cannot be resolved simply by showing mercy this time—

Since she has already assassinated your father three times, there will be a fourth, a fifth—the ten thousandth time.

Until Yelü Dabo was assassinated, or Miss Wanyan was killed.

Actually, the reasoning is very simple. If any of you here had your parents murdered, you would probably feel the same way. After Murong Fu finished speaking, he looked around the room. Some people nodded in agreement, while others shook their heads and sighed.

Yang Guo was reminded of his own past and suddenly felt envious of Miss Wanyan, who at least knew who her enemies were.

He could also assassinate his enemies time and time again to avenge his parents.

But Yang Guo had no idea who had killed his father.

He lived with his mother since he was a child, and he asked many times who his father was.

But every time Yang Guo questioned her, her mother would lower her head, weep, and remain silent. After Yang Guo asked a few times, she dared not bring it up again.

I was afraid of upsetting my mother.

When Yang Guo was 11 years old, his mother Mu Nianci suddenly fell seriously ill and passed away in just two days. During this time, Yang Guo was completely at a loss and just kept taking care of his mother's daily life and asking doctors for her.

But he could only watch helplessly as his mother died, and her last words were:

One option was to have Yang Guo send her remains to the Iron Spear Temple in Jiaxing for burial.

Secondly, Yang was sent to Peach Blossom Island to find Guo Jing and his wife and join them.

But Yang Guo had never wanted to be humble since he was a child. When he was begging for money to save his mother's life, he had already vowed that he would never ask anyone for help again. So even if he had to be a lowly beggar, he would not go to this Uncle Guo Jing whom he had never met.

Later, perhaps by fate, he was found and adopted by Guo Jing and his wife, but when asked about his father's killer, the two remained silent.

Finally, on the way to Zhongnan Mountain with Guo Jing, Yang Guo, because of Huang Rong's provocation, questioned Guo Jing about whether they had killed Yang Guo's father. This caused Guo Jing to smash the stone tablet in a fit of rage, and he was mistaken by the Quanzhen Sect members as a silver thief.

Now, having weathered many storms, Yang Guo is almost 18 years old, yet he still doesn't know who his father's killer is.

Thinking about the past few years with his aunt, he completely forgot about his father's revenge, which made his aunt hate him even more: Yang Guo, you must never forget to find the villain who killed your father and avenge him. Then you can live in seclusion in the Ancient Tomb with your aunt.

Yelü Chucai, standing to the side, sighed and said, "Yes, what Young Master Murong said is that I have already avenged my family, which is why I am willing to retire from the court." Murong Fu added, "Yes, that's why I said it's reasonable for Miss Wanyan to kill you to avenge your parents, but if she really succeeds, then your children will kill her too—"

Therefore, the best way to end that endless chain of revenge is to nip it in the bud!

Upon hearing this, Yelü Chucai and Yelü Yan were startled, while Yelü Qi was in a dilemma.

Knowing that Murong Fu was right, but also knowing that Wanyan had her reasons and was not a bad person, he couldn't bear to kill her.

Yelü Pu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he had the idea of ​​killing Wanyan Ping.

Seeing the young man's words and knowing he was already prepared to die, Wanyan Ping said, "Kill me if you want. This young man is right; if you spare me, I'll come back to assassinate you again!"

The matter of Murong Fu was discussed again:

"However—I have another way."

"I don't think this young master knows any martial arts, while Miss Yelü is evenly matched with Miss Wanyan, but this young master seems to have been instructed by a famous teacher."

Upon hearing this, Yelü Qi straightened his back. It turned out that he was Zhou Botong's disciple. At a young age, he was of the same generation as the Seven Immortals of Quanzhen and had already begun to practice the orthodox skills of the Xuanmen. He was indeed an outstanding young man among the younger generation.

Although he considers himself humble and eager to learn, he still feels a bit arrogant when others mention him.

His father, brother, and sister are also proud of this.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu changed the subject: "But this Miss Wanyan has no famous teacher to guide her, which is somewhat unfair."

"How about I give her some pointers and teach her a set of martial arts? But that would be far superior to that young master's, which would be unfair to Young Master Yelü."

"Hmph," Yelü Qi thought, "no matter how good-tempered I am, I can't help but feel angry when the other party insults my master."

Murong Fu also sighed. Without making a name for himself, he would be looked down upon wherever he went.

No wonder so many martial arts practitioners would fight tooth and nail, even risking their lives, for a mere empty title.

Then, Murong Fu used his sword to silently slice open the solid wooden table, which was about ten feet long, along with the willow-leaf knife stuck in the seat.

The sound of the broken knife hitting the ground was crisp and clear, startling everyone present.

Others could only see that Murong Fu's martial arts were exceptionally high, but Yang Guo and Yelü Qi had both witnessed top-tier masters.

Moreover, both of them now possess considerable strength and naturally understand the true value of Murong Fu's move. Yang Guo knows that Guo Jing can project his internal energy, but he certainly cannot reach this level. Yelü Qi knows that Zhou Botong's skill is also far superior.

Furthermore, among those top masters, the youngest, Guo Jing, is nearing middle age, and Zhou Botong is already old, while this person before us... looks to be less than thirty, how can he possess such profound skill?!

Wanyan Ping's eyes lit up. Such a divine figure was going to teach her?!

Suddenly, the handsome face that everyone had been seeing became somewhat blurry, and with the support of immense power, it had a transcendent quality, like that of an immortal being.

"Hehe, so I've decided to teach Miss Wanyan and Miss Yelü a set of martial arts, and the two of them will have a match. If Miss Wanyan wins, you can let her go."

If Miss Yelü wins, I guarantee Miss Wanyan will not seek revenge again.

What are the opinions of both sides?

In fact, Murong Fu initially wanted to teach a set of powerful sword techniques such as the Five Tiger Soul-Severing Saber or the Eighteen Styles of the Woodcutter's Saber, thinking that it would be interesting to see two young girls wielding large sabers.

But seeing Yelü Yan's Mongolian attire, and recalling the many Mongolian officers' wrestling techniques he had witnessed in recent days, he realized that by simply combining these techniques with his own, he could create a wrestling style that was constantly improving and still quite sophisticated.

After all, when watching women fight, people prefer to see them tearing each other apart. In terms of entertainment value, hand-to-hand combat is slightly better than weapon-based fighting. Wanyan Ping naturally agreed. Originally, she had given up on revenge and was determined to die. Now that such a powerful master was willing to give her a chance to teach her a martial art, she felt it was a win no matter how you looked at it.

Even if I lose... I can just kill myself then.

Yelü Chucai was naturally willing. Wanyan Ping had tried to assassinate him many times. Although he did not want to kill her, he was even less willing to be killed by her. There was no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days.

If this young master Murong could resolve their grievances, that would be ideal.

Moreover, it's not a loss if one's daughter can learn a martial art.

So they agreed that the two women would have a competition at noon the day after tomorrow.