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

Chapter 189 Who says Yaoyue is old? Yaoyue is amazing!

Seeing that Murong Fu didn't even glance at them, the great villains, he was about to take Wan Chunliu and Yan Nantian away.

Du and the other five men's faces turned ashen.

But he didn't dare say a word until the eagle and the horse had run half a mile away.

Yin Jiuyou said, "He doesn't take us seriously."

Haha continued, "He didn't treat us like human beings at all."

Du Sha also sighed: "Alas, Yan Nantian was rescued by him."

Tu Jiaojiao said, "With his medical skills... he calls himself Shennong."

"Alas, it seems the greatest swordsman in the world is about to return to the martial world."

Li Dazui said, "If he recovers, we'll all die... Wan Chunliu has been taken away too, and there's no doctor left in this valley."

Du strode away, about to leave, coldly tossing out a single sentence:

"It's better to die later than to die now."

This young master possesses exceptional medical skills and martial arts prowess; he can even summon an eagle and a horse out of thin air. These so-called Ten Villains—which one of them couldn't survive outside and instead hides here to rule as kings? They simply lack the strength and courage to fight against their enemies.

After questioning Li Dazui, everyone learned that Murong Fu had suddenly appeared in Li Dazui's room and had even made frivolous remarks about Yaoyue in front of Li Dazui and Tu Jiaojiao... What a scoundrel...

The villains sighed and dispersed in a huff.

Wan Chunliu, carrying Yan Nantian, bounced along on the large red horse, his mind filled with many questions. He finally asked Murong Fu:

"Young master, what do you want with this old man?"

Murong Fu glanced at the thin and wiry Wan Chunliu and said indifferently, "I won't do it."

However... a renowned healer always needs a disciple or apprentice to accompany him when he ventures out into the world. Besides, you've been taking care of Yan Nantian for over ten years.

He has a rudimentary understanding of medical principles, so he can be considered somewhat useful.

Besides... if I just take Yan Nantian away without you, you probably won't have an easy time either.

Wan Chunliu was taken aback, thinking to himself that it was indeed hard to say what would happen with these villains.

The boy took it as a joke, but the disciple...: After witnessing Murong Fu's methods, he was naturally happy to become Murong Fu's disciple.

But looking at Murong Fu, it seemed like he was just saying it casually...

Murong Fu didn't pay much attention to Wan Chunliu's reaction, and just kept driving the giant eagle aggressively.

Before Murong Fu came to this world, he personally taught the giant eagle, providing one-on-one...two-on-one tutoring.

Yes, besides the giant eagle, Murong Fu also discovered that the little eagle could also learn martial arts, but its aptitude was much worse than that of the giant eagle, probably because its head was too small and its brain capacity was insufficient.

Now both beasts have learned to leave a fragrance under the moon, but the little fierce beast may have just barely entered the realm, while the big eagle has already reached the level of minor mastery.

Now, Murong Fu is riding a giant eagle, which can easily cover a thousand miles in one go. Moreover, thanks to his "Fragrance of the Moonlit Night" technique, he possesses a light-body ability.

Therefore, when the eagle climbs trees and crosses obstacles, it no longer causes the earth to shake as before, but rather moves with the ease and agility of a dragonfly skimming the water.

Wan Chunliu, standing to the side, stared in disbelief, never expecting that the young master's giant eagle would be so extraordinary.

The mountain path was difficult to traverse, full of rugged terrain and ravines. But for the eagle, it was like walking on flat ground, and for the red horse, it wasn't too strenuous.

The three of them soon left the valley and arrived at a grassland, a vast grassland that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The wind rustled the grass low, carrying with it the sounds of sheep, cattle, and horses neighing, creating a desolate melody. Then, flocks of sheep, cattle, and horses surged in like an overwhelming tide.

Murong Fu had seen this scene before, in the Liao Kingdom, in Mongolia, and also at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains.

After traveling for an unknown amount of time, it had already gotten dark. Murong Fu then saw several more white tents dotting the boundless grassland.

The twinkling lights, reflecting the starlight, appear so small, yet so poetic.

In front of the tent, there was a campfire, and Tibetan women were singing.

They wore brightly colored clothes, long robes with wide sleeves, and their soft hair was tied into countless thin braids that flowed down their shoulders like water.

They were petite, adorned with jewels that shimmered with the brilliance of gold and silver, and each wore a small, brightly colored felt hat.

Murong Fu led the old man and the disabled man to the tent, intending to give them some silver to stay overnight. For some reason, he had a strange feeling of staying in a hostel.

The Tibetan women by the campfire, upon seeing Murong Fu, whose attire, demeanor, and appearance were all quite impressive, refused to accept his money.

But they wanted to drag him to sing.

Unable to refuse the warm hospitality, and surrounded by beautiful women, Murong Fu began to sing a joyful and carefree song:

"The starless night began my journey; the wind is on my right shoulder, the moon on the other..."

As long as I'm happy, that's all that matters, hehehehe; no matter how loud the wind blows, it can't hide my deep feelings...

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The Tibetan women were mesmerized and crowded around Murong Fu, whispering intimate words he couldn't understand and touching his body.

Murong Fu, however, brought out many fine wines from the Central Plains for them, saying:

"Barrier, have a drink, stop touching it."

A girl with the longest braid, the biggest eyes, and the sweetest smile was pushed to Murong Fu's side by the other girls, and said with a sweet smile:

"They're speaking Tibetan, and they want you to sing another song."

Murong Fu looked at the young woman before him and said, "Alas, it's a pity I can't speak Tibetan..."

Tell me your name, and I'll sing for you.

The girl blushed, looked at her sisters beside her, and then said to Murong Fu:

"My name is Taohua (桃花) in Chinese because many people say my face looks like a peach blossom."

Murong Fu touched her rosy cheeks and said:

"It is indeed pink, like a peach blossom, but even more delicate."

The peach blossoms blushed, and their faces no longer resembled peach blossoms, but rather ripe cherries.

Murong Fu laughed heartily and then sang loudly again:

"From waves that have swept five thousand miles, or city walls awaiting reconstruction; all the faded yellow of history gathers into the sunset, staining me."

The more turbulent the times, the braver I become, leaving behind my own legacy; with an open and honest heart, let the heavens watch over me, and see how I can be a true hero!

After listening, Peach Blossom said, "You sang this song so fiercely."

Murong Fu touched her face and said:

"That's not called fierce, that's called imposing..."

Ah...it's getting late, I want to go to sleep.

Peach Blossom blinked and said, "I live alone, and my tent is quite big. Come and sleep in my tent."

I'll talk to you and sing to you. If you get tired, you can just go to sleep, no problem.

Murong Fu pointed to the tent over there and said:

"I am a doctor, I have my own patients, and I need to take care of them."

Peach Blossom was not embarrassed or angry when Murong Fu rejected her; she simply nodded and watched him get up.

Upon hearing her name, Murong Fu knew that she was the Peach Blossom that Xiaoyuer had met after he left. At first, she was captivated by Xiaoyuer's carefree attitude, but later she was heartbroken by his cynical attitude and left in a hurry.

Later, when her clansmen were kidnapped by villains and returned, they asked Xiaoyuer for help. At this time, Tie Xinlan stepped forward to rescue them without hesitation. Tao Hua was attracted by Tie Xinlan's sense of responsibility and appearance and fell in love with her at first sight. Her feelings for Xiaoyuer transferred to Tie Xinlan.

Later...: The two of them left, but then they encountered Murong Fu again, and were clearly attracted by his handsome appearance.

Having received the teachings of Master Daoqing, Murong Fu was able to discern the truth at a glance, naturally recognizing that the peach blossoms were untouched by human hands.

It was a fleeting moment of a young girl's affection, not a casual invitation from a promiscuous woman. He was not a prince who would simply pluck a flower and leave.

Murong Fu liked a single flower, and he would dig it up with its roots and soil intact and bring it home.

Before leaving the campfire, Murong Fu said, "If we meet again... never mind, we'll talk about it next time."

Peach Blossom looked at Murong Fu and walked towards his patient. "You're back..." Murong Fu returned to the tent, where Yan Nantian had just woken up.

Under Wan Chunliu's care, he was able to speak in complete sentences. While Murong Fu was away at a social gathering, Wan Chunliu saw that Yan Nantian had regained consciousness and told him everything that had happened during that time.

He naturally knew that Jiang Xiaoyu had grown up, that Murong Fu had saved him, and that Murong Fu was skilled in martial arts.

Not inferior to him.

He wanted to get up, but couldn't. He could only look at Murong Fu and say:

"Thank you, Young Master Murong."

Murong Fu didn't respond. He checked on Yan Nantian's condition and then, having nothing else to do, gave him a few acupuncture treatments.

Another question was posed to Yan Nantian:

"Master Yan, what do you mean by love?"

Yan Nantian was confused by this sudden question and wasn't sure if he was hallucinating because his injuries hadn't healed. He then looked at Wan Chunliu beside him.

Wan Chunliu was also stunned and said, "Young Master Murong?...

Murong Fu then asked, "Do you think age is an obstacle to love?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Nantian seemed to fall into deep thought, or perhaps he had fallen into a coma again.

Wan Chunliu couldn't quite figure out his personality, but having stayed in the Valley of Villains for a long time, he knew that powerful people often had strange tempers, and he didn't dare let the situation become awkward, so he mustered his courage and said:

"No...no way."

At this moment, Yan Nantian also revealed a mysterious smile, as if recalling something happy, and said:

"Young Master Murong... could it be that you... have fallen for someone?"

Young Master Murong was taken aback when he heard Yan Nantian's punctuation, and thought to himself: "Yan Nantian, you're something else!"

He said aloud, "Yes, her name is Yaoyue Lianxing."

The other two people inside the tent stared wide-eyed. Wan Chunliu said:

"They...:::The two palace masters are clearly two different people."

Murong Fu solemnly said, "The two sisters are one, so even if the entire martial arts world opposes them, they will fight together as a pair."

I think the same principle applies if you get married.

Yan Nantian was once known as the "Number One Swordsman in the World," but he was simply surprised.

But Wan Chunliu, a third-rate player, was filled with anxiety, fear, and dread: "Brother, please stop talking, I can't bear to listen, I'm scared..."

Murong Fu then asked, "How old are Yaoyue and Lianxing?"

Are there fifty?

Yan Nantian did not answer, but Wan Chunliu said tremblingly:

"No...no, I don't think so."

The original text does not mention the two's specific ages, but Lianxing said that it would take at least thirty-two years of hard work to reach the eighth level of Mingyu Gong, while Yaoyue and Lianxing only took twenty-four years to reach the eighth level.

Even though the two of them, like the Child Granny, had been practicing martial arts since they were six years old.

Murong Fu calculated that the two of them should have been thirty years old when Xiaoyuer was born.

Now that Xiaoyuer has left the valley, he's probably fourteen years old...

Yes, I'm forty-four.

"Sigh, an old Bentley is still a Bentley."

Moreover, looking at his own skin, Murong Fu realized that the three of them practiced the same martial art, "Mingyu Gong," which, when mastered to a high level, could grant eternal youth.

In fact, Murong Fu started practicing this martial art when he was twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old. However, after three or four years, although Murong Fu was already thirty-two or thirty-three years old, he looked younger and younger. Many strangers mistook him for twenty-five or twenty-six.

The same is true for Xiaolongnu. She was only twenty-two years old, but because of her martial arts and diet, she looked like she was eighteen or nineteen. After practicing the Mingyu Gong, she became even younger.

When Murong Fu practices yoga with Xiaolongnu now, he always has the feeling that the constables from his previous life will rush in and pin him to the bed at any moment, and then the wooden hammer will strike: "Murong Fu is sentenced to ten years in prison."

Yan Nantian and Wan Chunliu couldn't understand what Murong Fu was saying about "Bentley," but they clearly heard the word "old."

Yan Nantian was even more curious about what it was about this ruthless woman, Yaoyue Lianxing, that attracted Murong Fu, so he asked...

"Young Master Murong... what do you like about them...?"

Murong Fu revealed a cryptic expression and said:

"Master Yan, you wouldn't believe it, being able to become transparent, glow, and create vortexes..."

How attractive is it to me, Murong Fu?

The Mingyu Gong is divided into nine levels. Murong Fu is currently stuck at the peak of the seventh level, while Yaoyue Lianxing is at the eighth level.

However, Murong Fu's situation is special. Even though he is at the seventh level, his true energy is as strong as that of a grandmaster.

If one cultivates to the ninth level of the ultimate skill, one's skin will become as transparent as jade when practicing. Instead of dissipating outwards, one's power will be drawn inwards. Therefore, practicing this skill will not deplete one's internal energy and can even increase one's power, reaching a state of endless and inexhaustible power.

Furthermore, the internal energy within her body forms a vortex of suction, drawing anything that touches her in like a magnet attracting iron.

Moreover, when her power is fully activated, her appearance will become increasingly transparent. Thinking of this, Murong Fu was filled with anticipation, eagerly awaiting Yaoyue's breakthrough to the ninth level.

Moreover... I've heard that this Yihua Palace is essentially a higher-end version of the Lingjiu Palace; although the number of women is small, their quality is exceptionally high.

At this moment, Murong Fu, ignoring Yan Nantian and Wan Chunliu beside him, couldn't help but smile and say:

"Who says this 'Inviting the Moon' is old?! This 'Inviting the Moon' is amazing!"