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

Chapter 327 Little Li Flying Dagger

A few days earlier, Shangguan Jin Hong had received information that Murong Fu had invited heroes to hold a martial arts conference at Shaolin Temple.

But he didn't care.

An unknown young man wants to hold a martial arts tournament? Re-rank the weapons rankings? And even wants to become the leader of the martial arts alliance?

In Shangguan Jin Hong's view, it was just a joke, even if the other party could really offer ten thousand taels of gold as a prize.

Until he received news from his informant that Yi Ku had died at his hands, and the Five Poison Child had also died at his hands.

He didn't care about her crying, but he knew that the Five Poison Child was no ordinary person.

The fact that both of them died at the hands of Murong Fu proves that he truly possessed strength.

It was for this reason that Shangguan Jin Hong concluded that the martial arts tournament could be successfully held.

Moreover, he heard that Little Li Flying Dagger was also at Shaolin.

So he went, taking his capable subordinates with him, and aimed to seize the championship and become the leader of the martial arts world.

However, Shangguan Jin Hong has always been a cautious person. He had been silent for many years, and this time he rose up again to establish the Money Gang. He was only allowed to win and not lose. He had to be 120% sure of success before he would make a move. Therefore, after receiving the news, he decided to set off for Shaolin Temple immediately. After all, he would not ride a horse or take a car. He would only walk and would not walk too fast. This way, he could always maintain his peak condition.

The Money Gang, led by Shangguan Jin Hong, set off, and a young man was the third in line.

The young man was dressed in the same apricot-yellow robe as Shangguan Jin Hong, with gold trim. He was very handsome and had a refined manner.

He is Shangguan Jin Hong's son, named Shangguan Fei.

But he stared intently at the young man in front of him. His eyes were a dull gray, like a blind man, but not blind. He had three scars on his face, the longest of which ran from his forehead to the corner of his mouth.

He is Jing Wuming, Shangguan Jin Hong's shadow, and his assassin.

Shangguan Fei felt that he was closer to his father than he was.

Look, they even walk in the exact same way.

The nameless fire in his heart suddenly subsided, and Shangguan Fei thought of that woman, the woman he couldn't forget. He'd heard she was also at Shaolin Temple. Thinking of this, Shangguan Fei licked his lips and quickened his pace.

When Master Xinhu heard Murong Fu mention Shangguan Jin Hong, he glanced at Bai Xiaosheng and said, "Indeed, I've heard that the Golden Money Gang acts tyrannically and has committed numerous murders..."

Will Shangguan Tanyue come too...?

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Bai Xiaosheng said, "Shangguan Jin Hong is a very cunning person. He won't do anything unless he's absolutely certain. His return to the martial arts world and the establishment of the Money Gang must have some ulterior motive."

If he comes to participate in this martial arts tournament, he will surely be confident. It seems that Shaoshi Mountain is not going to be peaceful...

A moment of silence fell over the crowd, as the misunderstanding had been cleared up and Li Xunhuan had been temporarily exonerated, so the crowd quickly dispersed.

Since drinking alcohol was also prohibited at Shaolin Temple, A-Fei couldn't have a good drink with Li Xunhuan, so he took Lin Xian'er down the mountain.

Watching the two figures descend the mountain, Murong Fu stood beside Li Xunhuan and said with a hint of schadenfreude, "Your brother is dead."

Li Xunhuan said, "He's alive and well."

Murong Fu said, "But I think he's about to be devoured by that spider demon next to him."

Li Xunhuan sighed: "When a man falls in love with a woman, he becomes blind and deaf."

I know Lin Xian'er isn't a good person, but now that A-Fei has fallen for her, nothing I say matters.

Murong Fu said, "I'm afraid of liking someone but not being able to have sex with them."

Li Xunhuan sighed and said, "Didn't you say you'd treat me to drinks?"

Murong Fu said, "When did I say that?"

Li Xunhuan said, "Your eyes just now said it all."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "My eyes are just telling you I have wine, and lots and lots of it: strong liquor from beyond the Great Wall, yellow wine from within the Great Wall, mare's milk wine from the grasslands, wine from the Western Regions, wheat wine from overseas..."

But I'm going to sell it to you.

Li Xunhuan said, "You certainly don't want money. You have ten thousand taels of gold, but I'm penniless."

Murong Fu said, "You used to be a very wealthy man... Hehe, let's not talk about that."

I want to learn your knife-throwing technique.

Li Xunhuan asked curiously, "Your swordsmanship far surpasses my throwing knife skills, so why did you try to imitate my tricks this time?"

Murong Fu said, "My swordsmanship has reached its peak, and I haven't made any progress in the past few years."

So I learned fist techniques, leg techniques, palm techniques, poison techniques, and dual cultivation techniques...

As he spoke, Murong Fu easily demonstrated many martial arts techniques in front of Li Xunhuan, including the Frost Fist, Wind God Leg, Tianshan Six Yang Palm, Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand, and Thousand Spider Poison Hand. Apart from Supreme Yoga, Murong Fu demonstrated them all.

"Since we're just idling around here anyway, learning your throwing knives wouldn't be a bad idea."

Li Xunhuan never expected that Murong Fu would know so many martial arts, and even more so that these martial arts were almost as good as his swordsmanship.

Only then did he realize that Murong Fu's seemingly childish nickname, "The Perfect Hero," was actually true.

"Throughout history, the greatest heroes, chivalrous figures, and grandmasters have been renowned for their unparalleled swordsmanship, finger techniques, fist techniques, leg techniques, internal energy cultivation, hidden weapon skills, lightness skills, calligraphy and painting, medical expertise, and romantic charm..."

Young Master Murong, I admire you. I'll teach you how to throw knives.

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu smiled and said, "I'll drink with you..."

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Then he pulled Li Xunhuan into the small bamboo forest.

"There aren't that many monks here. Monks love to tattle, and if they see you doing it, you'll get a lecture."

But since we're on someone else's turf, it's always more enjoyable to drink it secretly.

Li Xunhuan looked at Murong Fu with a smile and said, "Young Master Murong is indeed a good person; he actually drinks secretly."

Murong Fu casually used invisible sword energy to carve bamboo, quickly assembling it into a table. He had learned at least 50-60% of these woodworking skills after casually watching the skilled craftsman Feng Asan make various furniture and mechanisms. After mastering the Great Shift of the Universe, Murong Fu could learn anything with ease, and making a table was now a piece of cake for him.

Then various fine wines appeared on the table, along with a variety of snacks to accompany them, such as pig's head meat, ham, rolled pancakes, pig's tail, and a dish of mixed pork and vegetables...

The table was instantly filled to the brim, and the aromas of various wines and dishes mingled together, making Li Xunhuan feel as if he had come alive. The dust and grime of his journey were washed away by the fragrance.

The moon rose, and Li Xunhuan's eyes shone even brighter than the moon itself.

"My Little Flying Dagger, in fact, all the techniques, wrist strength, and eyesight are secondary. You should be able to learn these in no time, Young Master Murong."

The secret to his unerring accuracy lies in the pure focus on the target and the throwing knife within the vast expanse of the world, and the unwavering belief that the knife will inevitably hit its mark.

Murong Fu nodded. When he had perfected his Divine Sword Technique and reached the point where no moves were better than moves, he also had this pure and unwavering belief in victory.

Perhaps... the two are related?