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

Chapter 320 Martial Arts Tournament, Long Xiaoyun's Midlife Crisis

Lin Xian'er noticed that everyone was looking at her, and the Great Monk Xinmei even gave her a smile.

Long Xiaoyun and Zhao Zhengyi exchanged glances, and Lin Xian'er timidly said:

"I did make an appointment with Brother Li, but I moved out later. Naturally, I had my servants tell Brother Li to reschedule. I don't know."

Murong Fu curled his lips. In the original story, no one asked Lin Xian'er this question. After all, the scene was controlled by Long Xiaoyun, Zhao Zhengyi and others. Their prestige in the martial arts world was enough to turn black into white.

At this moment, Lin Xian'er's ambiguous statement managed to offend neither side.

Li Xunhuan's answer to Lin Xian'er was also expected. He first met Lin Xian'er in a tavern, and at that time he was full of wariness towards this fairy.

The fact that they didn't directly slander him at this moment was already beyond his expectations. With Li Xunhuan's intelligence, he had already seen through this scheme set up for him.

He still couldn't quite believe that the person who orchestrated the scheme was actually the person he trusted most.

Murong Fu said to Master Xinmei, "In that case, let's take the scholar and the corpse of the Plum Blossom Thief to Shaolin Temple."

We must trouble your esteemed temple again to allow Master Xinhu and Master Baixiaosheng to make a decision.

As he spoke, Murong Fu gestured to A Fei to remove the mechanism from the plum blossom thief's mouth.

Afei hesitated for a moment, but still obediently did as instructed. Murong Fu took out a handkerchief, wiped his face, and handed it to Master Xinmei.

The other person glanced at Murong Fu, then nodded, carefully examined the so-called secret of the Plum Blossom Thief, and then carefully placed it in his bosom.

Zhao Zhengyi exchanged glances with Long Xiaoyun and Tian Qi, and said:

"Master Xinmei, Tian Qi and I are willing to travel with you to uncover Li Xunhuan's true colors."

As for you... Murong Fu, I advise you not to cause any trouble.

Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "I have important business to attend to at Shaolin Temple."

Besides the Plum Blossom Thief incident, there's another matter concerning the future格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall structure or landscape) of the martial arts world, but that's none of your business, Master Zhao.

Master Xinmei clasped his hands together and asked, "What business do you have at my Shaolin Temple, sir?"

Murong Fu said calmly, "I want Bai Xiaosheng to revise the Weapon Manual."

The current weapon rankings are outdated. The third-ranked Little Li Flying Dagger was actually taken down by people like Zhao Zhengyi and Tian Qi. Tsk tsk tsk... I don't know if they used tricks or if Little Li Flying Dagger is just not worthy of its name.

I want the whole world to know that my Cold Sword is the true number one on the weapon ranking list.

After speaking, Murong Fu gently drew his Water Cold Sword, and a chilling aura instantly took control of the room, as if the entire room was filled with a murderous sword light.

Then, Murong Fu gently pushed the Water Cold Sword back into its sheath and said to the shocked A Fei:

"This is my sword."

He then said to Long Xiaoyun, "Master Long, please send invitations to the famous sects such as Wudang, Diancang, Emei, and Huashan, as well as to the heroes of the world."

On the fifteenth of next month, we will gather at Shaolin Temple to celebrate this grand event, elect a leader of the martial arts alliance, and prevent the future injustices in the martial arts world where good people can be falsely accused at will.

Heroes who wish to rank highly in the newly released weapons rankings can all go to Shaolin.

Having just sensed the chilling killing intent, Zhao Zhengyi recovered and said, "What right do you, a mere newcomer, have to order heroes to hold some kind of martial arts tournament at Shaolin?!"

Murong Fu could easily kill the hypocrite Zhao Zhengyi with a single sword strike, but killing him now would likely lead to more problems; if too many were killed, no one would dare to attend the Shaolin gathering.

With a flick of his sleeve, a box appeared before everyone.

Murong Fu gently opened the box and said, "Whoever wins the title of martial arts alliance leader, I will offer ten thousand taels of gold as a prize."

Here are two thousand taels; you can verify them.

The lights and sunlight shone on the box of gold, making it gleam.

Afei, who was standing next to Murong Fu, picked one up at random and found that it was genuine.

Curious onlookers also came closer to see, since most of the people here had never seen so much gold in their entire lives.

"Goodness, if I could take you home..." "With your cowardly appearance, you'd probably get your head chopped off and left to rot in the wilderness on the way."

"Where did this young master Murong get the gold from?"

Master Xinmei was indeed a virtuous man, showing great restraint towards gold, but he was also curious about how Murong Fu could carry such a box of gold with him, so he put his hands together in a gesture of respect and said:

"Sir, I just saw you wave your hand and such a large box appeared." Murong Fu explained that this was a secret technique called "Hidden Universe in a Sleeve" taught by a strange person.

After witnessing this, everyone felt even more strongly that Murong Fu was no ordinary person. Recalling how he had merely drawn his sword, without even fully pulling it out, yet such a miraculous scene had occurred, some even privately speculated that Murong Fu was a god, an immortal, or a demon...

These rumors will soon spread throughout the martial arts world with exaggerated embellishments and as fast as a cold front sweeping across the Central Plains.

After several leading figures in the martial arts world decided whether Li Xunhuan would stay or leave, the excitement came to an end.

But from this day forward, the news that Murong Fu wanted to become the leader of the martial arts world and that he possessed a precious sword intensified.

The turmoil in the entire martial arts world has only just begun.

Li Xunhuan was immediately locked up and bound with several water-soaked cowhide ropes, leaving him no chance to escape.

However, what Murong Fu didn't understand was why Zhao Zhengyi and the others didn't take the opportunity to cripple Li Xunhuan's martial arts.

After doing this, it doesn't matter whether Li Xunhuan is proven innocent or not.

Without any martial arts skills, Li Xunhuan was just a handsome drunkard; he had plenty of opportunities to make him disappear.

While Murong Fu watched Li Xunhuan pondering, A Fei stood beside him, hesitating to speak several times.

Lin Xian'er didn't leave either; she was very interested in Li Xunhuan, Murong Fu, and A Fei.

He was even more interested in the latter two than in Li Xunhuan.

After all, Li Xunhuan had seen her ruthless side, while the other two had not. Moreover, A Fei's swift sword and chivalry, and Murong Fu's ambition and magic were all things she wanted to conquer.

Men prove themselves by conquering the world, while Lin Xian'er conquers men to let everyone know that she is the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world.

A single glance can send a man to heaven;

With a flick of the wrist, one can send a man to hell.

Murong Fu glanced indifferently at Lin Xian'er, who was seducing A Fei. He knew that if she couldn't send the man to hell, she would be the one to go to hell.

Afei hadn't fallen for the trap yet, and said to Murong Fu:

"Young Master Murong, your sword... is this swordsmanship?"

Ah Fei had practiced fast swordsmanship since childhood and had never doubted his own skills. However, seeing Murong Fu simply draw his sword and cause an unusual phenomenon, he didn't know what he was feeling at that moment.

I just want to ask Murong Fu, what exactly happened?

Murong Fu said, "It's not swordsmanship; my swordsmanship is far more wondrous."

Murong Fu's swordsmanship has reached a level of simplicity and mastery, making light work feel heavy. Even now, A Fei's swordsmanship is not as good as his.

But Murong Fu knew that there was a certain spirit and energy in A Fei's swordsmanship that he lacked, so he had even greater expectations for Little Li's flying dagger skills.

Afei nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the bound Li Xunhuan and said, "I will rescue you."

Li Xunhuan glanced at Murong Fu, then smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I trust Young Master Murong, Xinmei, and Master Xinhu."

Brother, I'll treat you to drinks when I get back.

Ah Fei nodded and turned to find Master Xinmei.

Li Xunhuan could tell at a glance that A Fei wanted to go to Shaolin Temple with him to protect his safety.

But I imagine Master Xinmei wouldn't agree to Afei's request...

Li Xunhuan then said to Murong Fu, "Young Master Murong, thank you for what you just said."

"Your kindness and virtue are immense; I will surely repay you with the utmost gratitude in the future."

Murong Fu waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about it after you get out of Shaolin Temple alive."

However... I feel Master Mei is a decent person; your chances of survival are quite good.

Li Xunhuan nodded with a wry smile.

Murong Fu ignored Lin Xian'er and walked into the courtyard.

Long Xiaoyun, Zhao Zhengyi, and the others discussed Li Xunhuan's matter in the room during the day with grim expressions.

They originally thought that tonight they could pin the Plum Blossom Thief on Li Xunhuan, and that they would all be happy to have the good reputation of capturing the Plum Blossom Thief.

Unexpectedly, first Murong Fu gave a eloquent and persuasive argument; then the swift-sword-wielding A Fei tried to abduct Li Xunhuan; and finally, Master Xinmei arrived and decided to take Li Xunhuan to Shaolin Temple.

Li Xunhuan's life was temporarily spared.

Murong Fu then pulled off an unpredictable and mysterious act, even declaring his intention to re-rank the weapons and become the leader of the martial arts world.

Long Xiaoyun felt both shocked and frightened. He had originally begun to plan how to deal with Murong Fu, but now he was hesitant.

Long Xiaoyun looked at Zhao Zhengyi beside him, whose face was equally pale, and said, "Brother, that kid Murong Fu..."

Zhao Zhengyi said, "That kid's a bit shady... but he really doesn't get along with us. I'll see if we can get a chance to kill him on the way."

Tian Qi said, "Don't be impulsive... Observe carefully along the way."

Master Long, while we've been gone, collect as many poisons, hidden weapons, and unorthodox items as possible. We'll discuss this matter properly later.

"Our mission on this trip to Shaolin is to kill Li Xunhuan as soon as possible."

Long Xiaoyun nodded. They had already divided the tasks: Tian Qi and Zhao Zhengyi would escort Li Xunhuan to Shaolin Temple, while Long Xiaoyun would stay at the manor.

Then Long Xiaoyun said, "That eyebrow master... I just saw him, he was sitting next to Li Xunhuan with his eyes closed, resting..."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Master, it's a message from Master Xinmei's disciple."

Long Xiaoyun asked, "What's wrong? Come in."

After the servant entered and bowed respectfully, he said, "Master, Master Xinmei has told us that we will depart in one hour."

Long Xiaoyun frowned, surprised that it was so fast. He turned around and saw that Tian Qi and Zhao Zhengyi had both nodded to him. Long Xiaoyun said he understood and waved for the servant to leave.

All three of them sighed inwardly. What should have been a simple matter had become so complicated...

After an incense stick had burned, Long Xiaoyun went to Lin Shiyin's room.

In the past two years, their relationship as a couple hasn't been as close as it appears to outsiders.

But Long Xiaoyun knew that what happened last night had caused too much of a stir, and he couldn't possibly not go to Lin Shiyin's place to put on an act.

After all, in everyone's eyes, Long Xiaotian should be Li Xunhuan's best brother.

After walking up the stairs and down the corridor, Long Xiaoyun took a deep breath, his face becoming haggard and preoccupied, before slowly pushing open the door. "Shiyin, today..."

Before Long Xiaoyun could finish speaking, he saw Lin Shiyin sitting at the nanmu wood table, looking directly at him and saying:

"Long Xiaoyun, let's get a divorce."

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