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

Chapter 146 Dragon Elephant Prajna, Toad Stance, and Reverse Nine Yin Manual

"Flying Willow Force? How do you know I know that skill?"

And, kid, how did you find out I know the Nine Yin Manual?

Hong Qigong felt that this kid was strange in every way. Mount Hua was extremely dangerous and not many people usually climbed it. Moreover, it was already winter and there had been heavy snow in the past few days. It was not easy for the villagers at the foot of the mountain and ordinary martial arts masters to reach the top, let alone take care of disabled people and children.

I was just rinsing my snails when I suddenly noticed a young man coming to the top of Mount Hua.

He reached out and took his snail, and later even asked him for the "Nine Yin Manual," which was the very general outline. This kid has the makings of a leader of the Bow Clan.

At this moment, Murong Fu pulled out several boxes of seasonings from somewhere and started feeding the two children, while also inviting Lu Wushuang and the others to come and eat together.

While the three young men were still hesitant to eat, Hong Qigong immediately grabbed a scalding hot snail and started eating it.

As a senior, and having his name revealed by Murong Fu, he naturally couldn't be stingy and refuse to share. However, he was somewhat stingy when it came to food, since what was originally a dinner for one person had suddenly turned into a shameless act by Murong Fu, who wanted to share it with seven people.

While eating, Murong Fu said, "Senior, don't you want to know what I'll use to exchange?"

Seeing the doubt on Hong Qigong's face, Murong Fu said seriously:

"I will sacrifice the dignity and future of the people of the Central Plains."

Then, under Hong Qigong's questioning gaze, Murong Fu took out a table from his sleeve and set out three dishes that were still steaming and looked like they had just come out of the pot.

"Braised pork knuckle with Shaoxing wine, braised camel's paw, and stir-fried eggs with toon leaves."

Eat it while it's hot. Have three dishes first, then you can eat the rest.

Hong Qigong was completely bewildered. He had felt something was wrong when Murong Fu pulled out long chopsticks, plates, and seasonings from his sleeve. Now, seeing that the sleeve, which wasn't particularly wide, could pull out a round table that was wider than Murong Fu's, as well as this steaming hot food, he couldn't hold back any longer.

He reached out and touched Murong Fu's arm. Seeing that the old man was about to touch his hand, Murong Fu interrupted his chopsticks and slapped Hong Qigong, saying:

"Senior, please have some self-respect."

Hong Qigong touched his hand, which had a red mark on it, and said with a grin, "Kid, you hit me so hard."

Where did you get this table and hot dishes from?

Also, what do you mean by "Central Plains people"? This old beggar doesn't understand.

Murong Fu then took out another pair of chopsticks and placed them on the table, saying:

"This move is nothing more than a skill of concealing one's inner power, not worth mentioning."

As for what I just said about the dignity of the people of the Central Plains...: Senior, do you know the origin of the Five Ugly Men of the Tibetan Border?

Hong Qigong, not understanding why, saw that everyone had started eating, and naturally didn't want to be left behind, so he ate while saying:

"The Five Ugly Ones of Tibet, they must be from Tibet... As for their origins, little one... tell us about them."

Hong Qigong was about to call Murong Fu "kid," but since he had eaten his food, he felt obligated to do so. Moreover, he couldn't quite understand the other party's "Hidden Universe in the Sleeve," which seemed like a divine technique. So he brushed it off and told him not to keep him in suspense.

Murong Fu said, "Those five ugly men from the Tibetan border are disciples of 'Dabar,' a disciple of the Mongolian National Preceptor 'Golden Wheel Dharma King.'"

Now that they have entered our Central Plains, they are actually just the vanguard, probing our strengths and weaknesses.

Over the years, the Mongols have grown stronger and have destroyed the Jin Dynasty, but they will not be satisfied and will continue to harass the borders of the Central Plains.

The Mongols are wolves in sheep's clothing; today they raid the borders, tomorrow they will devour the whole world.

Hong Qigong put down his chopsticks, sighed deeply, and nodded. He had previously thought that the threat posed by Jin Ting had gradually subsided.

That's why he spent more than ten years traveling in Guangdong. But when he returned to the Central Plains this time, he found that the Mongols were an even more formidable enemy than the Jin Dynasty.

Murong Fu then said, "I have a way to stop the Mongol invasion."

Actually, I would have stopped them from exchanging, whether they wanted to or not. It wasn't really an exchange after all.

He knew about this bloody history in his previous life, but he didn't study it in depth. After all, history is history and cannot be changed.

Looking at this kind of history makes him feel powerless; he has a short temper, and it only hurts his health.

But now, he has arrived in this era, even though he knows that this is not on the same timeline as his previous world. Changing this place will not change the history that has already happened.

But the people here have not yet suffered that kind of pain, and there is still a chance to turn things around, so he naturally will not stand idly by.

Although this contradicts his grand ambition of lying down and living a peaceful life, life can't always go according to his wishes.

Moreover, he knew what the world was going to suffer, and he clearly had the ability, yet he pretended not to know like an old turtle and pretended that everything was peaceful.

He, Murong Fu, couldn't do it.

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this, especially Hong Qigong. Now in his seventies, he had seen all kinds of things, but he knew that it was impossible for one person to stop the army from invading and to reverse the general trend of the world.

He began to suspect that Murong Fu might have some powerful backing, or that he might actually be a member of the imperial court.

That's how people are; they constantly fill in the blanks in their minds. Murong Fu had previously displayed several extraordinary skills, and he was also exceptionally handsome with a refined and elegant demeanor.

If his surname were Zhao, Hong Qigong would definitely think he was some kind of prince or heir apparent, but since his surname is Murong...

Unable to fathom his background, Hong Qigong asked:

"Who is your master?"

Murong Fu casually replied, "Zhen Yuanzi."

He had just mentioned that he knew the "Hidden Universe in the Sleeve" technique, a method of this ancestor of earth immortals, when he revealed his name.

Hong Qigong nodded. Although he didn't recognize him, the name sounded like a respectable person, and he seemed to be a Taoist priest.

When they held the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, the undisputed champion was the Taoist Wang Chongyang, so he had a special respect for Taoists.

However, Wang Chongyang wouldn't use this trick...: "Seeing that Murong Fu had taken out six or seven more dishes, Hong Qigong stopped thinking about them and just kept eating and chewing."

Although he claims to have eaten his way around the world, many of the dishes on this table are made with local ingredients and cannot be found elsewhere.

But now that all the dishes are from all over the country and placed on the table, it makes Hong Qigong's mouth water.

Moreover, it was at the summit of Mount Hua, with the north wind howling and dark clouds overhead. Snowflakes kept falling on the dishes, and they quickly finished one dish, only to have another hot dish served, making their meal exceptionally enjoyable.

Hong Qigong said, "Young brother, your 'Hidden Universe in Your Sleeve' is so useful... could you...?"

Murong Fu then took out another dish and said, "You can't learn how to make it."

Hong Qigong scratched his head awkwardly, thinking that this young man was quite straightforward, and then changed the subject, saying:

"You... are quite to my liking, so I can teach you this flying catkin technique without any problem."

"The general outline of the Nine Yin Manual was taught to me by Guo Jing and Huang Rong. Once I'm done with my work, I'll run into them and ask if they could teach it to you."

Murong Fu then took out another flask of wine and handed it to Hong Qigong, asking, "When will you be finished, senior?"

Hong Qigong took a sip, felt greatly invigorated, and said, "Let me deal with the Five Ugly Men of Tibet first."

Murong Fu pointed behind Hong Qigong and said, "Senior, stop eating."

Are they those five people?

All that could be seen were five dark figures rushing towards them, all moving with incredible speed, their backs flashing with the light of blades.

Hong Qigong knew there was someone there, but he couldn't see who it was. He turned to look at Murong Fu and saw his resolute expression, which surprised him.

Is this kid's eyesight that good?

A moment later, the five of them rushed to the rocks and were surprised to see people having a meal there.

Because of the howling wind, the five people did not see any smoke from the chimney. Before they came up, they did not know that there were people on the top of Mount Hua. When they saw a large round table with steaming hot dishes and a group of teenagers and children around it, they were stunned. When they saw the old man who had his back to them turn around, they realized that it was Hong Qigong. They felt that the whole world had turned upside down.

They were clearly plotting a meeting at the summit of Mount Hua, so why are so many people waiting for them?!

Is that correct?

Before they could even escape, one of the most handsome young men pointed from a distance, and their inner energy froze.

Then, the young master who had stopped them used his internal energy to pull them away, sending them flying two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) before they collapsed in front of the table.

It was already cold here, so in order to make it easier to move around and not affect their strength, they didn't wear particularly thick clothes and mainly relied on internal energy to keep warm.

My internal energy is now stagnant, and I'm freezing cold.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Murong Fu raised the gourd and said to Hong Qigong:

"Senior Hong, are you done? Shall we go down the mountain together later?"

Hong Qigong was greatly shocked. He had thought that a hero was emerging from among the young, but he never expected that he was a true martial arts giant.

He had traveled all over the country for many years and had met countless martial arts masters, so he considered himself to have an extraordinary perspective.

Among the masters of our time, those who can cultivate internal energy to the point of projecting it outwards are extremely rare.

No one has ever been able to project their martial arts skills to a distance of two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), or even directly pull a person towards them; it's strikingly similar to the long-lost Dragon-Capturing Skill.

He also remembered that their archery clan had produced a peerless master a hundred years ago, named Qiao Feng.

He was the ninth leader of their Bow Gang. He had passed the tests of the three major difficulties and seven major merits set by the previous leader, and finally succeeded in completing all the tests and was granted the position of leader.

He can be considered the most accomplished leader in the history of the Bow Gang. He possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, and his set of Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms made him invincible. His Dragon-Capturing Skill was also his most talked-about unique skill.

He ultimately sacrificed himself for the sake of reconciliation between the Song and Liao dynasties, truly embodying the spirit of a great hero.

Although Hong Qigong is considered a legend in the martial arts world today, he is naturally inferior to Qiao Feng.

Now that they see Murong Fu seemingly using the legendary divine skill, they are completely dumbfounded.

I don't even know what to call you anymore. After all, I'm so old, I can't very well call you "senior."

Murong Fu looked at the five ugly men of the Tibetan border, who were convulsing on the ground like dead dogs, and said, "By the way, you've come at the right time."

"Recite the mantra of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, and I'll spare your lives."

Murong Fu has now completed the Heavenly Dragon Cultivation. After descending Mount Hua, he will return home. Fortunately, these five people know the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, though perhaps not all of it. It would be good to take some of it back with him first.

The five of them enjoyed bullying the weak, and Azi was no exception—a little villain with a soft tongue. They interrogated the five of them separately.

He quickly obtained the first six levels of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

I also learned that the Big Ugly is now on the fifth level, while the other four Ugly are on the fourth level.

After placing the life-and-death talismans on the five people, he gave them a warning, left his contact information, and then let them leave.

These five people will still be useful in the future.

Hong Qigong then asked at the opportune moment:

"You...Young Master Murong, what kind of martial art did you just use?"

Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "It is the Invisible Sword Qi and the Dragon-Capturing Skill."

He then patted Yang Guo on the shoulder and said:

"By the way, Yang Guo, don't just focus on eating, I almost forgot about you."

Go over there and write down both the Toad Technique and the Reverse Nine Yin Manual; I need them.