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

Chapter 319 The one who knows you best is your enemy

Lin Xian'er gave Murong Fu a flirtatious look, then said to A Fei:

"He is Young Master Murong, and he is good friends with the Third Scholar and Lord Long."

Long Xiaoyun cursed inwardly after hearing this, but on the surface he nodded calmly.

Afei nodded to Murong Fu, glanced at the Water Cold Sword beside him, and said:

"You can use a sword too."

Murong Fu nodded and said, "My swordsmanship is the best in the world."

Upon hearing what Murong Fu said, the people around him frowned, and some even began to curse.

"Heh, why aren't you on the weapons ranking list?"

"Isn't Guo Songyang the number one swordsman?"

"Young Master Murong, don't be too arrogant when you're traveling the martial world!"

Zhao Zhengyi was secretly delighted to see Murong Fu being criticized by everyone.

Afei was also taken aback, not expecting the person in front of him to be so impolite. He said to Murong Fu, "Then in the future, I will have a sword duel with you."

My name is Afei, and I am a swordsman.

Then, turning his gaze to Li Xunhuan, he said, "Now that we've met, let's go drink. Don't stay with these people."

Li Xunhuan smiled and said, "I've never refused a drink, but today..."

His gaze fell upon Zhao Zhengyi and the others, and he continued:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to leave so easily."

Murong Fu added, "Besides, the third-ranked scholar, having been labeled a thief, probably wouldn't be so willing to leave like this, would he?"

Li Xunhuan was taken aback and said, "That's true."

He then looked at what had once been his family's hall, a place filled with the memories of seven generations of his family. Remembering the glory of his Li family, which boasted seven Jinshi (successful candidates in the highest imperial examinations) and three Tanhua (third-place finishers) from father and son, he realized he couldn't very well be branded a silver thief. He smiled wryly and said:

"Lord Murong is right... but what can I do?"

Ah Fei drew his knife and said, "We'll talk about that later. I'm taking you away, and nobody can stop me!"

Tian Qi smiled and said, "He can't leave."

Ah Fei's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Who said that?"

Tian Qi smiled and waved his hand. Immediately, two burly men rushed into the hall. One of them shouted sternly, "It was Master Tian Qi who said it! Master Tian Qi's words are orders!"

The taller, thinner man shouted, "Anyone who dares to disobey Master Tian's orders is asking for trouble!"

Although the two men had been standing outside the hall with their hands at their sides like servants, their movements at this moment were surprisingly agile, making them quite skilled in the martial arts world.

With a shout, the two steel blades transformed into two streaks of light, carrying a sharp blade wind, slashing towards A-Fei from the left and right, up and down, like lightning.

Afei coldly watched them make their move, seemingly without even touching the wall. But suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared, followed by two exclamations. Two blades of light suddenly shot into the sky and simultaneously embedded themselves in the beam of the hall. The two burly men gripped their right wrists tightly with their left hands, their faces contorted in pain.

After a while, a trickle of blood seeped out from between his palms and dripped down.

Looking at Afei's sword again, it was still on his belt. No one could see whether he had drawn the sword or not, but they could all see the drop of blood that had congealed on the tip of the sword.

What a fast sword!

A look of surprise flashed in Murong Fu's eyes.

Ah Fei's swordsmanship... truly deserves to be called the fastest swordsman in the world in the future.

It's called swordsmanship, but it doesn't actually have any sword moves; it's just the most basic slashing, parrying, cutting, thrusting, parrying, striking, thrusting, and pointing.

Collapse, stir, press, split...

Just now, Afei subdued the enemy with a single slash and a chop.

No wonder that old man Sun later said that A-Fei didn't know any swordsmanship at all.

It's like someone calculating from one to ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine quickly and accurately, but they didn't use any mathematical methods or techniques; they just added them up one by one in their mind.

Such a person cannot be considered good at mathematics, just as Ah Fei cannot be considered good at swordsmanship.

He was acting purely on instinct, it just so happened that he used a sword.

Moreover, this sword is very fast.

Murong Fu looked at what, strictly speaking, could hardly be considered a sword. Murong Fu nodded to himself. It was just a piece of iron a little over three feet long, without a blade, a hilt, or even a handle. It was just two pieces of cork nailed to it, which served as the handle of the sword.

But even with such a sword, one can defeat a master swordsman of the first level, simply because its user has reached the pinnacle of fast swordsmanship.

The scene then became even more chaotic. Zhao, Tian, ​​and Long's followers were everywhere, and since the young man had already injured someone, they naturally had no more scruples.

When Zhao Zhengyi shouted, "Killing the Plum Blossom Bandit would be an immense honor; why should you miss this opportunity?"

After Tian Qi shouted, "When dealing with Plum Blossom Bandit and his accomplices, there's no need to talk about chivalry or honor. Let's all attack together!" immediately more than ten people picked up their weapons and attacked A Fei.

These people were also the main force that had just mocked Murong Fu.

Ah Fei, alone with his sword, leaped and galloped among the crowd, not at all inferior.

Subsequently, Tian Qi and Zhao Zhengyi joined the battle. Tian Qi used a staff, and Zhao Zhengyi used a spear. In Murong Fu's eyes, their martial arts skills were already at the top level of second-rate, and they certainly had the capital to act arrogantly in the martial arts world.

But Ah Fei was not at a disadvantage at all; he was too fast.

Even though he was a complete novice, his swordsmanship far surpassed theirs.

After exchanging a few blows, A-Fei defeated the henchmen, exchanged a glance with Zhao Zhengyi, and said, "I only regret one thing: why didn't I kill you last time!"

Murong Fu knew that the last time they met, it was Zhao Zhengyi who set up the scheme to have Zhao Tiechuan, one of the Eight Righteous Men of the Central Plains, take revenge.

Afei happened to follow them. He rescued Tie Chuanjia, but also let Zhao Zhengyi go. Therefore, Zhao Zhengyi hated Afei to the core.

As Ah Fei spoke, his sword had already thrust out.

The speed of this sword strike was simply unbelievable; Zhao Zhengyi had no way to dodge it and was about to be splattered with blood.

Just then, a voice outside the hall suddenly uttered the Buddhist chant "Amitabha."

Even before he had uttered just one of those four words, a gust of wind carrying a string of dark shadows swept in.

As he spoke the second word, a gust of wind and a dark shadow struck A-Fei's back. A-Fei's sword technique was clearly exhausted, but in that split second, he suddenly turned around and swung his sword back.

With a clang, the tip of the sword lifted a dark shadow—a string of Buddhist prayer beads.

Only then did he finish saying the short phrase "Amitabha Buddha." The prayer beads had already been knocked away by the sword tip, but the sword tip was still buzzing and vibrating incessantly!

The sword was still vibrating, but Afei remained motionless like a piece of granite.

It was already broad daylight.

In the dim morning light, five gray-robed monks wearing straw sandals and white patched socks slowly walked in from outside the hall. The one in the lead had white hair and eyebrows, which looked like silver threads in the morning light, but his face was still white with a hint of red, and his eyes were bright and piercing, looking around with a sense of authority.

"It's Master Xinmei!"

Among the crowd, some sharp-eyed individuals recognized the owner of the prayer beads as a high-ranking monk of the Xin generation from Shaolin Temple.

He clasped his hands together, and somehow the string of beads returned to his hands. His two hands, clasped together, were as thick as a door panel, clearly indicating that he had mastered the Buddhist palm technique to perfection.

Zhao Zhengyi and the others had already gone over to greet Master Xinmei. He smiled and praised, "What a swift swordsmanship you possess!"

When Murong Fu saw Xinmei, he thought to himself that she timed it perfectly.

According to his memory, the Shaolin monks in this world, though not exactly honest, were definitely not bad people.

Although Xinmei had just launched a sneak attack on Afei, she also realized that if he hadn't done so, Zhao Zhengyi would have died by Afei's sword.

In the original story, later, during the process of A-Fei rescuing Li Xunhuan, Master Xinmei ambushed A-Fei again, but did not kill him, only hoping that he would back down.

Later, when Zhao Zhengyi and Tian Qi wanted to deal with Li Xunhuan, he overruled their objections and insisted on taking Li Xunhuan to Shaolin Temple for trial, where the sect leader, Master Xinhu, and Bai Xiaosheng would make the decision.

During the journey to Shaolin Temple with Li Xunhuan, they encountered the Five Poisons Child. Before dying, he released Li Xunhuan because he realized that Li Xunhuan was not the Plum Blossom Thief.

It can be said that Xinmei is a person who pursues justice and is not concerned with trivial matters. As long as she can eliminate evil, she is better than anyone else at launching sneak attacks.

However, he would not wrong others casually, and he was not the same kind of person as Long Xiaoyun, Zhao Zhengyi, Tian Qi, etc.

Master Xinmei's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, "Our sect leader received a message from the Fatuo Temple via carrier pigeon, informing him that our lay disciple Qin Chong was seriously injured. He immediately ordered this old monk to come here at full speed."

Zhao Zhengyi sighed and glared at Li Xunhuan, saying:

"Unfortunately, the master arrived a step too late..."

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Murong Fu also said, "His father, Qin Xiaoyi, found a quack doctor who was incompetent and could not cure the lay disciple of the Lingpai sect. He has now passed away and been reborn in the Pure Land."

When Xinmei entered, she saw Murong Fu. Standing there, he was like a crane among chickens, so handsome.

Seeing that Murong Fu had spoken to him, he also bowed and asked, "And who is this gentleman?"

Murong Fu also bowed with his sword in hand and said, "I am Murong Fu from Gusu."

Murong Fu was always polite to everyone and never arrogant, unless the other party was deliberately making things difficult for him.

Murong Fu did not have any particular aversion to Master Xinmei, and naturally he was very polite.

Upon hearing the name Murong Fu, Xinmei was taken aback, having never heard of such a person before. She was even more unfamiliar with the name Murong of Gusu. Therefore, she said:

"Please forgive my limited knowledge and talent, Layman Murong, for I have never heard of your esteemed name..."

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At this moment, Zhao Zhengyi said, "Hehe, Master. You may not have heard of his name, but you have to hear about his nickname."

Seeing Master Xinmei's questioning look, Zhao Zhengyi said, "This Murong Fu is known as the Perfect Hero."

He is the greatest hero, the greatest knight-errant, the greatest swordsman, the greatest martial artist, the greatest knight-errant, the greatest master of all time, unparalleled in swordsmanship, finger techniques, fist techniques, leg techniques, internal energy cultivation, hidden weapon skills, lightness skill, calligraphy and painting, medical skills, and romantic charm.

Therefore, the person who knows you best is not necessarily your friend, but could very well be your enemy.

Others might not remember the nickname that Murong Fu made up on the spot, but Zhao Zhengyi, who hated him to the bone, knew it by heart.

After Zhao Zhengyi finished speaking, Master Xinmei's admiring expression towards Murong Fu turned into wariness. He trusted Zhao Zhengyi, a well-known veteran hero in the martial arts world, but he never expected Murong Fu to be such an arrogant person.

Xinmei paused for a moment and then said, "Master Murong... your title is far too grand."

Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "Master Xinmei's title is just a name... The matter of Li Xunhuan and the Plum Blossom Bandit is what's really important right now."

Xinmei nodded, looked at Li Xunhuan, and asked, "What's this, Li Xunhuan?"

Lin Xian'er stepped forward and said, "Master, I was held hostage by the Plum Blossom Bandit, but Young Master A-Fei saved me."

He then recounted the mechanisms he had seen and his guesses about the ventriloquism used by the Plum Blossom Thief.

Xinmei nodded thoughtfully after hearing this.

Murong Fu knew that Xinmei was a reasonable person and was willing to spend more time explaining, so he said:

"Li Tanhua was arrested by Zhao Daxia and his men for entering Lengxiang Xiaozhu at night, mistaken for the Plum Blossom Thief..."

Murong Fu looked at Lin Xian'er and asked, "Li Tanhua said that you invited him to Lengxiang Xiaozhu. Miss Xian'er wasn't here just now, so there's no one to verify this."

"Now that all the great heroes and eminent monks are here, Sister Xian, could you please answer whether what Li Tanhua said is correct?"