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

Chapter 247 "The Murderer: Murong Fu of Gusu"

The speed of their journey was not fast, in fact, it was quite slow, otherwise even Yin Li, who was dragging Zhang Wuji's sled, would not have been able to keep up.

But Murong Fu was not annoyed at all. After all, with Zhou Zhiruo by his side, and with Murong Fu's talent and knowledge, the two became friends in less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick; within an hour, they became confidants; and in an afternoon, if it weren't for Miejue's presence, the two could have drunk wine from the same bowl.

Zhang Wuji, who was watching from the side, was heartbroken, but whenever Yin Li teased him, he would say that the wind and snow had gotten into his eyes, or that he was thinking of sad things, and he would never admit that he was jealous of Murong Fu.

When night fell, Miejue found a sheltered mountain hollow, lit a fire, and let her disciples unload their burdens and rest.

He was served water and dry food by his disciples, and then he began to meditate with his eyes closed.

The other disciples were the same; they ate cold water and dry bread the whole way.

Murong Fu felt a toothache as he watched, thinking to himself, "Are all these six major sects like this, leading their disciples on a five-thousand-mile raid? The loyalty of these sects is too high; even a dog might run away from exhaustion."

Then he took out a series of dishes, including a soft and fragrant layered pancake, a tender braised pork knuckle, a whole honey-glazed chicken, and chilled Dali rice wine. Murong Fu would only eat a few bites of each dish before feeding the eagle and the two apes behind him.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was standing nearby, was dumbfounded. When Murong Fu noticed that she was looking at him, he handed her a braised pig's trotter.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced around and found that her fellow disciples were all looking at her. She immediately felt embarrassed and wanted to refuse, but Murong Fu's methods were far beyond what a third-rate woman like her could handle. In a flash, she saw that her right hand was already holding a pig's trotter.

Seeing that her master hadn't noticed her, and that the other disciples were just watching, she started eating on her own.

Yin Li, who had nothing to eat, walked over and said:

"Hero Murong, where did you get so much food from?"

She asked this question partly because she had doubts, and partly because she wanted to take the opportunity to strike up a conversation and ask for something.

Murong Fu naturally saw through her true thoughts, so he took out a packet of braised beef and said:

"Girl, take this and eat it."

Yin Li was certainly not the kind of person to be pretentious; this was evident from her perseverance in cultivating the Thousand Spider Poison Hand.

Her father was Yin Yewang, the eldest son of Yin Tianzheng. Her mother, in order to have a beautiful appearance, crippled her nearly mastered Thousand Spider Poison Hand technique.

However, he was bullied by Yin Yewang's second wife.

At a young age, she killed her stepmother with a knife, which ultimately led to her mother committing suicide to atone for her sins.

Her childhood was unfortunate, but it also forged her stubborn yet resilient character.

Looking into Murong Fu's gentle eyes, Yin Li reached out and grabbed the still steaming beef, which felt heavy.

"Thank you very much, Hero Murong. I will definitely repay you in the future."

He then took it to Zhang Wuji, opened it, and put a piece into his mouth.

"I thought you were too..."

Zhang Wuji had just thought that Zhu'er would also be attracted to that young master Murong, and thought to himself:

"Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji, what right do you, a boorish boy, have to be cared for by others?"

But in the blink of an eye, he discovered that Zhu'er had gotten meat for him, and the snow on his chest had melted from the heat.

"Eat up, Brother Niu. Your leg is broken, you need to eat more to make it stronger..."

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"Brother Niu, why are you crying?"

Zhang Wuji chewed on his beef and said, "The wind is too strong; my eyes are watering."

Yin Li glanced at the steadily burning flames beside her and said, "Where's the wind? This is clearly a sheltered spot..."

Oh, I see!

Zhang Wuji was afraid she might say something else. He knew Zhu'er had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, so he quickly stuffed some beef into her mouth and said:

"You eat quickly, you eat spider too."

Spider said indistinctly, "It's...it's because the beef...is so delicious."

"Yes, yes, you should eat more..."

As night deepened, Murong Fu looked around and saw that everyone had fallen asleep.

Zhou Zhiruo was also fast asleep, leaning against a rock. The undulating yellow light made her somewhat youthful face even more charming.

Murong Fu stared for a while, then took out a large black cloak and covered himself with it. He then placed the little monkey beside him and silently departed with the giant eagle and Cangshan Mountain.

The disciples on night watch found nothing.

Only Zhang Wuji stared intently at his retreating figure.

After leaving the crowd, Murong Fu put away Cangshan and rode the giant eagle into the air.

Amidst the howling wind, Murong Fu opened the map he had found in the military camps and government offices when he first came to the world of Yitian, and searched for the nearest prefecture.

They should be slaughtered.

The Yuan Dynasty's local administration consisted of five levels: provinces, circuits, prefectures, states, and counties. There were a total of 185 circuits nationwide, which were equivalent to prefecture-level cities or provincial-level regions in Murong Fu's previous life.

The prefectures were partly directly under the provinces and partly under the circuits, with a status slightly lower than that of the circuits and functions similar to sub-provincial or county-level cities.

After Murong Fu arrived at the first prefecture, he first sneaked into the prefect's residence and released Xiao Feng and his tens of thousands of brothers, ordering them to sting everyone in the village.

Murong Fu, along with the giant eagle and Cangshan, used the jade bee poison that had skillfully killed the Yuan official. The poison was not fatal, but it would cause him great discomfort for a very long time, a discomfort that was an unbearable itch that went straight to his heart and marrow.

It can prevent a normal person from living a normal life for a month.

Murong Fu naturally knew that some officials in the government did not deserve to die, but in this way, he would only kill the official living in the large room, and use the jade bee poison to deprive the others of their fighting ability, and make them need to be taken care of by others for a short period of time.

It is especially effective in the military.

However, after Murong Fu joined the army, he was no longer so merciful. Once he became a soldier, he was no longer an ordinary person.

Murong Fu had Cangshan watch from the side while he and the giant eagle moved about as if they were in an empty place.

Murong Fu unleashed his Wind God Leg technique, which swept through the typhoon like a tornado. It hovered steadily in the eye of the storm, sweeping up timber, stones, and weapons, followed by countless soldiers.

It was torn apart in the whirlwind, shredded by the rubble and weapons, leaving behind a trail of blood and mangled flesh...

The eagle's method was simple, violent, and direct: it spread its iron wings and then rampaged through the military camp, smashing everything in its path.

Its entire body is like it's made of refined steel, so it's not afraid of getting hurt, and therefore its efficiency is quite high.

Once the death toll reached a certain level, Murong Fu stopped using the Wind God Leg technique and began using the Necromancer's Sword.

Strands of black death energy rose from the blood and wreckage, piercing through the bewildered or fleeing Yuan soldiers.

A single burst of death energy was enough to pierce through many people, so those bursts of death energy exploded like willow branches hanging down, and soon, not a single soldier in a military camp of several thousand people was left alive.

Only a few pitiful people who looked like they had been captured remained, trembling with fear.

Murong Fu didn't say much to them, but went into the commander's room and wrote the same words on the screen as those in the prefect's room:

Murong Fu of Gusu, the murderer, has now mastered both calligraphy and swordsmanship. Any calligrapher can see the chilling killing intent in his writing; any skilled swordsman can see the awe-inspiring sword energy in his writing.

After looking at his work with satisfaction, Murong Fu put away the gold and silver treasures, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, as well as some important documents and maps. Then he flew to the next prefecture. From the time he arrived to the time he left, it only took about an incense stick's time. The most time-consuming part was not knowing the way. There may have been some deviations in the way, and the time spent finding the way was also a problem.

After clearing out the three prefectures, Murong Fu looked at the map and compared them for a long time. He found that the prefectures in the Western Regions were too scattered, so he began his return journey.

Back at the Emei Sect's campsite, Murong Fu led Cangshan and the giant eagle back without making a sound.

But upon closer inspection, they discovered that Zhou Zhiruo was holding Daqing and looking at Murong Fu, while Xiaoshan was perched on her shoulder.

Zhou Zhiruo took two steps, handed the large scepter to Murong Fu, and whispered:

"Young Master Murong, this is yours, isn't it? Where have you been?"

Murong Fu took it and naturally draped it over his shoulders, feeling the warmth and fragrance still lingering on the cloak. He tilted his chin slightly, his delicate nose twitched, and then looked up at Zhou Zhiruo's slightly flushed face, wondering if it was from the cold weather.

Murong Fu said, "Go practice your skills."

Murong Fu wasn't talking nonsense. He had grasped the essence of the Wind God Leg technique: "Your nun, you're here in the Western Regions, in the dead of winter, why didn't you wear more clothes?"

He then draped the large cloak, which had absorbed his scent and warmth, back over Zhou Zhiruo's body.

The two bodies mingled together, creating a very intimate atmosphere. Zhang Wuji, in the distance, possessed profound internal energy, making him sharp-eyed and hearing-clear, and he nearly ground his pearly white teeth to powder.

But he dared not say anything; the turbulent waves in his heart had no legitimate cause, and no one cared.

Murong Fu glanced in his direction, and Zhang Wuji immediately pretended to be asleep, as if he were some kind of husband.

Zhou Zhiruo was unaware of Zhang Wuji's thoughts and actions. She only noticed that Murong Fu had already draped the warm and thick cloak over her shoulders, while the little monkey sat on Zhou Zhiruo's head in perfect harmony, without delaying Murong Fu.

Zhou Zhiruo said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Young Master Murong, this is not right."

None of the other senior and junior students have it, only I do...

Murong Fu said, "But I'm good to you... don't you like it?"

Although Zhou Zhiruo was flustered, she still pushed the large sword into Murong Fu's hands and said, "Young Hero Murong—" Murong Fu did not force her any further, after all, such things cannot be rushed, and they had only known each other for a day.

He then casually draped it over his shoulders and said:

"Sister Zhiruo, could you help me tie it?"

Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips, not refusing. She carefully tied the knot for Murong Fu, and whispered:

"Young Master Murong, just call me Junior Sister Zhou."

Murong Fu nodded and said, "Thank you, Junior Sister Zhiruo."

Zhou Zhiruo ignored him, turned her head away, took a few steps, and suddenly remembered something.

She then took the little monkey off her head and placed it in Murong Fu's arms.

"Here you go, your little monkey."