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

Chapter 145 Ascending Mount Hua to Demand the Nine Yin Manual

As early winter arrives, at the foot of Mount Hua, the north wind is like a knife, whipping up gusts of snow.

As Murong Fu gazed at Mount Hua, a group of people gradually disembarked from the carriage.

Everyone was awestruck by the magnificent scenery before them, surrounded by mist and covered in silver, with the mountaintop seemingly holding up the sky.

The last time I came, it hadn't snowed yet, so it wasn't nearly as impressive as it is today. Especially for Yang Guo, who was an orphan who struggled to make a living every day, he naturally hadn't climbed any mountains.

After being adopted by Guo Jing and his wife, he only climbed Zhongnan Mountain once. Huashan was his second time climbing the mountain, but he never expected that there would be such a big difference in different seasons.

The two children, seeing such heavy snow for the first time in their lives, had eyes full of wonder.

Before arriving in the world of Tianlong, Murong Fu had already put everything the children might need into his personal space. Now the two children are fully equipped with cotton-padded clothes, leather jackets and pants, woolen clothes, fleece clothes, sweaters and thermal underwear.

After getting off the bus, the two chubby children tried to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky, which landed on their gloves and melted quickly.

Murong Fu quickly pulled the fur hats off the two children's heads and tightened the brim on their faces, afraid that the children would catch a cold.

After Murong Fu finished tidying up, only a small gap was visible on the two children's bodies, which was where their eyes looked like a pair of crescent moons.

The group then slowly climbed the mountain, with the two wounded, Lu Wushuang and Wanyan Ping, also among them.

Murong Fu originally intended for the two of them to wait at the inn at the foot of the mountain, but the two did not want to be separated from Murong Fu and kept saying that they were fine.

Lu Wushuang is now quite skilled at using crutches, after all, she is proficient in martial arts and climbing mountains is no problem for her; Wanyan Ping's injuries are all to her upper body, so it doesn't bother her much.

Seeing that the two women had said so, Murong Fu naturally wouldn't spoil the fun, after all, climbing a mountain is more fun with more people.

Murong Fu led the way, clearing the path for the others. Xiao Bao, now the driver of the "Die-hard King," grabbed Yang Guo's hair and followed closely behind. Then came Xiao Hai, Lu Wushuang, and Wanyan Ping.

Although everyone was skilled in martial arts, there were children and wounded among them, and Mount Hua was still one of the most dangerous places in the world, so their ascent was not very fast.

When they reached the halfway point of the mountain, the weather suddenly turned cold, the low-hanging clouds pressed down, and the north wind grew stronger. Ordinary people could only see about five meters away. If it were an ordinary person, they would have to go down the mountain immediately to be safe. But Murong Fu was there after all. He could take out hot tea and snacks from his personal space at any time, so there was no risk at all.

After taking a short rest, it took the group two hours to climb to the summit of Mount Hua.

When we arrived at the foot of Mount Hua, it was already afternoon. Now that we had climbed to the top, the sky was gradually turning dark, the clouds were becoming a dark mass, and the mountain wind was stronger, howling loudly.

Yang Guo, with his sharp eyes, suddenly spotted a wisp of smoke not far away and exclaimed. The others, finding it peculiar, went to search for its source.

Turning past a huge rock, they saw an old man with gray hair but a ruddy complexion sitting in front of the campfire, staring intently at Murong Fu and the others. He blurted out, "The Five Ugly Men of the Tibetan Border?"

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that there were six people on the other side: two men in their twenties, two injured women, and two children who looked to be four or five years old. They were definitely not the "Five Ugly Men of the Tibetan Border," nor were they likely accomplices.

But in this kind of weather, taking the wounded and children up the mountain is certainly not something an ordinary person can do, or rather, it's not something a 'normal person' can do. This person is none other than Hong Qigong, the Nine-Fingered Divine Bow Master.

Many years ago, after passing on his position as leader of the Bow Gang to Huang Rong, he traveled alone to the east and west, seeking out exotic delicacies from all over the world.

The climate in Guangdong is warm and the country has the most exotic and rare dishes. Having tasted many delicacies I had never eaten before, I have not returned to the Central Plains for more than ten years.

In the Baiyue region, people often use poisonous snakes in their pouches, stew old cats in soup pots, stir-fry fat oysters with conch, steam water beetles with rice worms, roast piglets with crispy skin, and stew civet cats with red meat. Hong Qigong felt as if he had ascended to a fairyland, enjoying endless pleasure.

Over the years, he may have witnessed injustices, and he may have secretly helped those in distress, killed the wicked and punished the treacherous. With his current abilities, no one knows where he comes from or where he goes.

Therefore, when Murong Fu inquired about the location of Hong Qigong of the Bow Gang, he was told that he had wandered the world and his whereabouts were unknown.

Hong Qigong sometimes overheard conversations among the Bow Gang disciples and learned that the Bow Gang was peaceful and undisturbed under the leadership of Huang Rong and Lu Youjiao. Internally, the conflict between the Dirty Clothes and Clean Clothes factions had been eliminated, and externally, the threats from the Jin people and the Iron Palm Gang had been eliminated. Naturally, he was in a good mood and had no worries. Every day, he simply traveled around, enjoyed the scenery, and tasted all kinds of delicious food. He was very happy.

However, in that year, the second of the five villains of the Tibetan border region indiscriminately killed innocent people in Guangdong, causing the deaths of many good people and tearing many families apart.

Hong Qigong was a man who hated evil all his life. He originally thought he could get rid of him easily, but killing him alone would be easy. However, finding the remaining four villains would be difficult. Therefore, he secretly followed him, waiting for the five villains to gather so that he could wipe them out in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, this follow went from south to north, thousands of miles away, and ended up at the top of Mount Hua.

By this time, the four ugly men had gathered, but the eldest ugly man was still missing. Not knowing how long they would have to wait, Hong Qigong decided to start a fire and cook a meal to satisfy his appetite.

He had spent his whole life as an old beggar, killing dogs and catching snakes was commonplace for him. Suddenly, he thought that the shady side of Mount Hua was the coldest place in the world, where the centipedes produced were the fattest and most tender.

In recent years, the hot weather in Guangdong has caused everything to grow quickly, resulting in the centipede meat becoming coarse and lacking in flavor.

Thinking of this, he naturally couldn't resist the urge to eat, so he caught a large rooster from the foot of the mountain, slit its throat, and buried it in the snow.

A day later, they dug up the rooster and found its body covered with about a hundred large snails, each seven or eight inches long, with red and black stripes and a colorful pattern.

They were all wriggling and moving.

So they lit a fire and put in a pot, melted the snow water and boiled it. They grabbed the centipedes by their tails and threw them into the pot one by one. The centipedes struggled for a while and then were scalded to death. The water was full of venom, extremely poisonous. After pouring it out, they put in a pot and heated oil. Just as they were about to deal with the centipedes, they unexpectedly saw a group of strangers appear at a corner.

So he subconsciously asked about the other person's identity.

Murong Fu was naturally delighted to see Hong Qigong, whom he had been longing for, and said, "I am Murong Fu from Gusu."

Xiao Hai, Bao'er, why don't you say hello to this old man?

Xiao Hai: "Hello, Grandpa."

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Bao'er: "Yeye howl" (『口^*）"Yeye, what are you doing here?" (＇○*)

Seeing the children greet him, Hong Qigong was naturally happy and said, "Grandpa is eating some delicious food. Would you like some?"

The greedy boy and girl naturally wanted to eat, but both looked at Murong Fu. Murong Fu nodded and pulled the two children toward Hong Qigong, saying as they walked:

"The old man offered us food, so of course we couldn't refuse."

Hong Qigong's original intention was to tease the child with the snail, but he did not expect that the person would be so impolite.

I have about a hundred of these. I might not be able to eat them all by myself, but they might not be enough for two people.

The other side consisted of six people, including adults and children, and they didn't carry any bags while climbing the mountain, so it didn't seem like they brought any food. How could six people eat just one of them?

But in the blink of an eye, the other person had already sat down next to him with their child and reached out to take the plate of snails that he was holding, which was only half-processed.

"Sir, what are you planning to do with it? Fry it?"

Hong Qigong looked at his left hand in confusion, wondering how Murong Fu had taken the plate from him. But judging from this move, he knew that the other party's martial arts were definitely skilled. He quickly said:

"Hey, it needs to be cut open before frying, I'll do it... Young man, your skills are quite impressive, but I've never heard of you before?"

As he spoke, Hong Qigong took the plate, took out a small knife, chopped off the head and tail, and gently pinched it with his hand. The shell fell off easily, revealing the meat inside, which was crystal clear and white, like a large shrimp, and was very beautiful.

Seeing that he had begun to put the snails into the oil, making a sizzling sound, Murong Fu said:

"Hehe, the world is so big, it's normal that you haven't heard of my name, Murong Fu."

Unlike Hong Qigong, the Nine-Fingered Divine Bow, who was famous throughout the world.

When Murong Fu revealed Hong Qigong's name, everyone was stunned. They never expected that this unassuming old man with a big belly was actually the former leader of the famous Bow Gang.

Lu Wushuang and Wanyan Ping had naturally heard of his name. Yang Guo, who had once been a beggar, had also heard about him in a casual conversation with Xiaolongnu, so he was naturally surprised.

But the two little ones obviously didn't know that; they just kept staring at the oil bubbling in the pan, wondering when they could eat.

Hong Qigong was naturally surprised, wondering why this young man knew his name when he hadn't appeared for more than ten years. If it weren't for the Five Ugly Men of Tibet, he probably wouldn't have come to the Northern Border again.

Murong Fu took out a pair of long chopsticks used for eating hot pot from his personal space, stirred the oil in the pot, and said:

"I've been asking the disciples of the Bow Gang about the old man recently, but I haven't been able to see him yet."

"I'm here to exchange something with you, senior."

Hong Qigong never liked beating around the bush, and after hearing the other party's frank explanation, he felt a bit more favorably disposed towards him. He also remembered that a disciple had told him that a young nobleman had inquired about him, but he hadn't paid attention at the time because he was in a hurry to pursue the Five Ugly Men of Tibet.

Now that Murong Fu brought it up, he suddenly understood and asked, "So what do you want to exchange it for?"

Murong Fu took out a new plate from his personal space and casually used chopsticks to place the cooked snails one by one onto the plate, saying, "The Nine Yin Manual, General Outline."

"No." Hong Qigong was taken aback when he heard Murong Fu's request, and then refused outright.

The Nine Yin Manual is a valuable skill; almost all the top martial artists in the entire martial arts world practice it. It can be said that the Nine Yin Manual has elevated the overall strength of top combatants to a whole new level.

After Zhou Botong had Guo Jing memorize the Sanskrit general outline, it was deciphered by chance, allowing this extraordinary skill to shine again.

After Hong Qigong lost all his martial arts skills due to snake venom, he was able to regain his strength thanks to the Nine Yin Manual.

Therefore, he himself knew the wonder of this skill and believed that it belonged to Guo Jing and his wife, who only taught it to him to cure his illness, so naturally it could not be taught casually.

Murong Fu spoke casually, naturally not caring about Hong Qigong's refusal, and then said:

"The skill of stepping on your right foot with your left foot to ascend to heaven would also work, right?"