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

Chapter 143 A Battleground? Or Getting Caught?

Meanwhile, Murong Fu, Yang Guo, Lu Wushuang, and the two little ones all moved into the Yelü family's mansion.

Wanyan Ping will also be here these next few days, studying together with Yelü Yan.

After dinner, Murong Fu was about to begin his first lesson.

Apart from Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan, Lu Wushuang and the two little ones were watching from the side.

Yang Guo was also pulled in to be a sparring partner.

Yelü Chucai and Yelü Jin were not skilled in martial arts, while Yelü Qi did so to avoid suspicion.

"This is how you train kung fu!"

With that, he scooped up Yang Guo and threw him to the ground. However, since it was a teaching exercise, Murong Fu didn't use much force, and Yang Guo didn't feel any pain when he fell to the ground.

Mongolian wrestling is divided into standing techniques, ground techniques, and joint locks. Murong Fu combined the body and leg techniques he already knew, such as the Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada and the Western Xia Quick Spring Leg, with some of the techniques of Stepping on the Moon and Leaving Fragrance, as well as some moves he had seen in his previous life, and began to teach the two women.

Through the initial questioning, it was discovered that the two women had some deviations in their martial arts concepts and foundations. Murong Fu corrected them one by one, and then conducted a practical demonstration with Yang Guo.

It's basically about disassembling various moves.

He held Yang Guo and threw him around for an hour before stopping when Yang Guo could no longer take it.

The two girls were seeing such exquisite martial arts for the first time, and they both tried their best to learn it.

At first, the two girls were somewhat hesitant about learning a set of so-called wrestling techniques.

In particular, Yelü Yan had been exposed to Mongolian culture since childhood and had seen those Mongolian men wrestle. Although they were impressive, in her opinion they were mostly brute force. Their so-called skills were no match for proper martial arts.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu's wrestling style was incredibly versatile, and his body techniques particularly impressed her.

So he studied even harder.

The two women were enemies, and rivals.

Moreover, the outcome of this battle will determine many things in the future. If Wanyan Ping wins, she will not only be able to save her life, but she will also have the opportunity to avenge her blood feud in the future.

If Yelü Yan wins, her father will no longer have to be assassinated by this woman.

To ensure fairness, the two girls studied together. During this time, they frequently observed each other's actions and expressions, often exchanging glances, glaring at each other, letting out a cold snort, and then turning their heads away to study even harder.

After the seemingly invincible Yang Guo was rendered speechless by his handsome appearance, Bao'er and Xiao Hai also became a little sleepy.

Murong Fu saw that it was getting late and instructed the two girls to practice diligently, but not to rush things. He also reminded them to make sure they got two hours of sleep every day for the next two and a half days.

Then she carried the two children back to their room.

Lu Wushuang, leaning on her cane, followed behind Murong Fu, chattering away, asking him why his movements and moves were so interesting and why his name was so strange.

In the past few days, whenever the two of them were in the same place, Lu Wushuang would go to Murong Fu every morning, noon and night to nurse her broken leg.

Many things become easier with practice. Lu Wushuang was originally a woman like Li Mochou, who, although somewhat ruthless, was exceptionally traditional and conservative when it came to matters of the heart. Otherwise, given Li Mochou's rich emotional life and appearance, it would have been too easy for her to indulge herself.

So after Lu Wushuang was healed by Murong Fu's touch, she always told herself that it was a cure, unaware that her body had already developed an attachment to Murong Fu.

Often, to determine whether someone likes you or not, you can try physical contact with them; liking someone is hard to hide.

Just like Lu Wushuang, when she was watching Murong Fu throw Yang Guo to the ground, her eyes were fixed on Murong Fu's hands, imagining how those hands would cover her calves next, and also looking forward to her calves recovering day by day under Murong Fu's jade-like and bamboo-like hands, and finally getting rid of the strange metal lock on her legs, so that she could follow the young master around without a cane like a normal girl.

It can also reduce some of her current feelings of inferiority.

Previously, she chose to trust Murong Fu in order to cure her leg, but now, after only a few days, she is hoping that her leg will recover quickly so that she can follow Murong Fu in the future.

People's thoughts can change in an instant.

After putting the two children to sleep, Murong Fu fed his three animal friends.

Xiao Bing: (·)

Xiaoyu: ( )

Little Fierce Xu: "(><

Then, Lu Wushuang began rehabilitation treatment.

The two sat on the edge of the bed, and Murong Fu gently untied Lu Wushuang's left sock. These past few days, because her legs couldn't touch the ground and she needed to keep her blood flowing smoothly, she had only worn her right shoe.

Then Murong Fu placed those feet, which were like jade grapes, on his thighs and gently pressed them against his lower abdomen.

He glanced at Lu Wushuang, only to see her lower her head, yet shyly stealing glances at him. He had seen this scene countless times, but each time it was so beautiful that he couldn't help but admire it from the bottom of his heart.

In this world where selfies don't have filters, a woman's blushing face speaks volumes more sincerely than a long dialogue.

He then removed the splint and immediately used his inner energy to lift Lu Wushuang's left leg, lifting up her trouser leg to reveal her snow-white calf.

His slender knuckles sank into his slightly fatty, long calves, and then strands of Mingyu's true energy seeped in.

Lu Wushuang enjoyed this moment. Although the true energy was slightly cool, it always managed to make her whole body feel warm in the end.

The Xuan Yin power continuously repaired Lu Wushuang's leg injury, greatly accelerating his recovery speed.

But since it's a bone injury, Murong Fu estimated that if he continued to do it three times a day as he had recently, it would take a month to recover.

I think that after I get back, I still need to work with Wu Yazi, Su Xinghe, Xue Muhua and others to develop a set of bone injury medicine, which will be useful for our own family or for the army.

However, this period will definitely not be short, after all, my heart is not in this, and I have many other things to do, unlike Xue Muhua who can devote himself to this every day. I can only give some advice when communicating with a few other people.

Two incense sticks later, Murong Fu used his unique method to fix the limiter in place.

Let Lu Wushuang go back to her room to sleep; she'll grow faster if she sleeps more.

Murong Fu knew that many top athletes from his past life slept only 10 to 12 hours a day; sleep seemed to have a magical power.

It can help the body recover quickly.

Just after Murong Fu saw Lu Wushuang off, someone knocked on the door again.

Murong Fu initially thought it was Yang Guo, but sensing that the aura was clearly that of a woman, he let her in, only to find out it was Wanyan Ping.

Upon seeing Murong Fu, Wanyan Ping performed a grand ceremony and kowtowed to him.

After getting up, she said, "This humble woman thanks you for saving my life."

Murong Fu nodded, wanting to hear what would happen next, wondering if she would repay him with her body or become his servant in the next life. But after a moment, they just stared at each other blankly.

Murong Fu thought to himself, "Wanyan Ping is not even as good as Lu Wushuang."

But he gestured for them to sit down, then took out a pot of steaming hot tea from his personal space and poured a cup for each of them. He then put the tea back into his personal space to keep it warm.

This tea was brewed by the old monk, the sweeper. After drinking the extremely unpalatable tea brewed by his senior brother, Wuyazi, for some reason, for the next hundred years, his interests, besides practicing Zen and chanting Buddhist scriptures, were brewing and drinking tea.

Murong Fu drank it a few times and found it to have a unique flavor, so he asked the sweeping monk to brew dozens of pots for him, and he would drink some whenever he remembered.

Wanyan Ping didn't like drinking tea, but after smelling the aroma, she felt refreshed and felt comfortable all over after drinking it. The aftertaste lingered for a long time.

Seeing that she had only taken a few sips of tea and remained silent, Murong Fu asked, "Miss Wanyan, what brings you here? Is it merely to express your gratitude?"

Wanyan Ping was startled, suddenly realizing her rudeness, and hurriedly said, "I... Young Master Murong, I just couldn't sleep at my enemy's residence, and when I went out I saw that your room light was still on, so I took the liberty of visiting..."

Seeing her stammering, Murong Fu interrupted and asked:

"Miss Wanyan, do you have any questions about today's lesson?"

Wanyan Ping nodded excitedly, then voiced her three questions, which Murong Fu answered with ease. He then asked:

"What are Wanyan's plans after winning and losing?"

Wanyan Ping's face darkened, and she said, "I originally intended to commit suicide after the assassination failed, to end it all..."

Murong Fu's expression tightened, and he said coldly, "You tried to assassinate me several times but failed, so you wanted to commit suicide. Don't you think you're taking your life too lightly?"

You have hands and feet, you're beautiful, and you even know martial arts. You're not afraid of death, so why would you be afraid of living?

If you commit suicide, wouldn't that tell the world that I, Murong Fu, saved a coward?

Upon hearing Murong Fu's words, Wanyan Ping's expression changed. She was afraid of Murong Fu's disdain, but she was helpless. A bitter look appeared on her face as she said, "My benefactor... I... Alas, I must avenge my parents, but I am just a weak woman. I have tried to assassinate them many times but failed. Moreover, Yelü Qi's martial arts are so much better than mine... I was out of my mind today. I feel that I will never be able to avenge them in this life, so I had the idea of ​​suicide."

But after hearing my benefactor's words just now... I feel utterly ashamed, and I don't know what to do in the future.

Murong Fu patted Wanyan Ping on the shoulder. She was a girl and had never had any intimate behavior with a man before. However, Murong Fu had saved her life and was handsome beyond compare. So Wanyan Ping did not dodge, but her body trembled and her heart skipped a beat.

But then Murong Fu said, "Miss Wanyan, you are indeed not as good as Yelü Chucai."

Wanyan was unconvinced and asked, "Young Master Murong, I could kill that old man with one hand!"

If it weren't for his large number of subordinates and his son...

Murong Fu interrupted her, saying, "I'm talking about the overall picture, and hatred."

"Heh, was your whole family killed by Yelü Chucai himself?"

Wanyan Ping hesitated and shook her head.

Murong Fu then asked, "Then why did you chase after him?"

Wanyan Ping said, "It was he who helped the Mongols and caused the deaths of my parents..."

Murong Fu flicked his folding fan aside and said calmly, "You also know that he's the one helping the Mongols."

You heard what Yelü Chucai said today. His entire family was killed by the Jin court, but his ambition is not to kill the soldiers or officers who carried out the attack, but to overthrow the Jin court.

And what about you?

Wanyan Ping was stunned, many words stuck in her throat, because she knew that Murong Fu was right, her real enemy was the powerful Mongol court, not the insignificant Yelü Chucai.

Just then, there was another knock on Murong Fu's door.

Murong Fu used his Dragon-Capturing Skill to open the door, and Yelü Yan glared angrily at Wanyan Ping:

"Fine, you shameless woman! You clearly said it would be fair competition, but instead of sleeping at night, you come and bother Young Master Murong!"

Murong Fu turned around and saw Yelü Yan rushing in. A moment later, Lu Wushuang, looking anxious, hopped on one leg to his door, seemingly in such a hurry that she hadn't even grabbed her crutch...

Murong Fu watched as Wanyan Ping and Yelü Yan glared at each other, while Lu Wushuang, standing at the doorway, blushed slightly under Murong Fu's gaze.

I took a sip of tea and was pondering whether I was caught in a vicious cycle or had been caught cheating on my tutoring.