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

Chapter 392 You dare to sever my destiny to immortality?!

"ah"

The four hands screamed pitifully, their voices hoarse from shouting.

It hurts, it really hurts.

The neighbors around them all felt that this method was too cruel.

But when they heard that he was a thief, they felt he deserved it.

After all, who hasn't been robbed these days?

If caught on the spot, he could be beaten to death by the crowd in the street.

Murong Fu's children learned martial arts from a young age. They were certainly not delicate children who had never seen blood.

After learning that Qiwu had almost been stolen, the children glared angrily at the four hands.

But seeing that his older brother had already disciplined him, no one else dared to lay a hand on him.

Murong Fu was also satisfied with Murong Lang's handling of the situation and continued shopping with the children.

Four hands collapsed onto the street, wailing and crying for a while before being pulled away from the street by several of his underlings.

After the wound was treated at the clinic, I learned that the hand was beyond saving.

As the doctor was cutting his hand, his henchman asked, "Boss, who did this?"

Four hands, their eyes bloodshot, said hatefully, "A young master who looks rich."

Go and call Officer Zhang, I need to discuss a business deal with him... Go quickly!

Ouch! ...

Seeing his elder brother's miserable state with four hands, the younger brother knew he wanted revenge, so he nodded and left the clinic.

After cutting off all four hands, the doctor asked with great confusion, "Young man, how did you say this was done?"

Murong Fu took the children to Sanhe Garden.

The shop looked much the same as before; it was still clean and bustling.

"Manager, get the largest private room!"

When Murong Fu went inside, he indeed saw the old shopkeeper still fiddling with the abacus and doing accounts.

Upon hearing Murong Fu's voice, he looked up and exclaimed happily, "Young master, it's you! What a distinguished guest! It's been several years since you last visited our humble shop!"

The old shopkeeper could never forget the man before him; this man had killed the Imperial Guards in his shop.

He thought they were all finished.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, the emperor abdicated, relinquishing the throne.

After the new emperor ascended the throne, he disbanded and reorganized the Imperial Guard.

Someone came to investigate the soldiers at one point, but in the end, they concluded that the group were thugs and deserved to die.

He couldn't find out the young master's whereabouts either.

He remembered that one of the guests had said that the young master was some kind of great hero in the martial arts world, so he figured he must have run away.

I never expected to run into him again today, especially with so many children with him.

"Young man, the young master is here! Haven't you been saying you wanted to see him? Come here quickly!"

Murong Fu looked up and saw that Shan Liao, who had been a naive young waiter, had now grown up and had stubble.

Upon seeing Murong Fu, his face lit up with eagerness, and he immediately ran over: "Young Master, you've arrived."

The innkeeper said, "Upstairs, to the Cloud Terrace room, quickly bring the young master and... all these young masters and ladies?"

Murong Fu nodded and said, "They are all my children."

The shopkeeper immediately clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "Good fortune, good fortune."

Good deeds are truly rewarded; many children bring many blessings!

Murong Fu also cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you for your kind words."

Then they followed the waiter upstairs.

The room was large, with two big tables. But it was still a bit crowded with more than thirty people sitting around it.

Fortunately, not all children are willing to sit still on their stools; they can be fed in turns later.

Murong Fu ordered more than forty dishes, one serving per table on each of the two tables.

The children all practice martial arts and have huge appetites; there's no way they'll leave any uneaten.

The waiter had ordered food for Murong Fu before and knew he had an enormous appetite.

I wanted to offer some advice, but then I remembered that he was a great hero and must have his reasons, so I didn't say anything.

After Xiao Er left, the children played even more happily.

The room was as noisy as a battlefield, and the stools and wall panels nearby were even damaged from the fighting.

Fortunately, Murong Fu could afford to pay the compensation, but it was quite noisy.

I waited for a while.

Suddenly, the door opened.

But instead of food being served, a group of constables entered.

The leader was a constable in a blue uniform, and beside him was the thief whose hand had just been broken by Murong Lang.

Perhaps, it should be called Three-Handed now.

"My lord, it's him! Him, and her!"

The three hands glared at the people in the room, then pointed at Murong Fu, Murong Lang, and Murong Qiwu, and said, "They were the ones who had a quarrel with me, but they resorted to torture and beat me to a pulp."

He had been giving gifts to Constable Zhang, which was one of the reasons why he never failed.

In this world, what good is stealing? The most important thing is having power and connections!

Officer Zhang was his background and his power.

"Huh? The head constable?"

Just as the three-handed man was about to continue his accusations, he looked up and realized that Constable Zhang was gone.

Looking down, I saw a butt on the ground, already sticking up really high.

"This humble servant has offended Your Majesty; please punish me!"

The thief was stunned, the constables were stunned, and the thief's underlings, who had been gloating, were even more stunned.

"Your Majesty?" the three-handed man asked, looking at Murong Fu. "Him?!"

Although Zhang, the head constable, was just a constable, he was not an official but merely a clerk.

But at least he's not stupid; he knows exactly who in Bianjing he can't afford to offend.

As for His Majesty, who would occasionally travel incognito, his image was etched deeply into his mind.

After being stunned for a moment upon entering, he immediately slid to his knees.

Seeing that the clueless thief still wanted to speak, he cursed his ancestors eight times over in his mind. Then he raised his hand and punched the thief in the back of the knee, knocking him to his knees.

Murong Fu immediately knew there was something fishy going on between the two, but since they had already recognized him, there was no point in him transforming into the Emperor Armor again.

Murong Fu was too lazy to deal with it, so he simply waved his hand and sent the dozen or so people in front of him to Tong Guan. He then transmitted his voice and said, "Tong Guan, I have encountered a few petty thieves. Interrogate them properly and treat them according to the laws of the Great Hua Dynasty."

Not too light, not too heavy, just right.

Tong Guan was taking a bath when he was stunned to see more than ten people suddenly appear in front of his bathtub.

Hearing His Majesty's voice again, he knelt down in the bathtub.

"Gurgle gurgle... Your Majesty obeys... gurgle... Long live the Emperor... gurgle gurgle... Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

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After jumping out, he looked at the people in front of him with an expression of fear mixed with surprise.

After asking a few questions, he learned that they had been in a remote tavern in Bianjing one second and were now in his room the next.

Tong Guan thought to himself: His Majesty's kung fu... this... it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him an immortal.

This further strengthened his resolve to stand with Murong Fu at all times.

Upon realizing that the man before them was Tong Guan, both Constable Zhang and Three-Handed fainted.

The other constables and petty thieves immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

In the Sanheyuan restaurant, a waiter brought up the dishes and looked at the room with some curiosity, asking, "Young master, did a group of officials just come up...?"

Where did it go?

Murong Fu said, "Hehe, you must have misunderstood."

The waiter scratched his head and said, "Maybe I misread it..."

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As Murong Fu watched the waiter serve the dishes and was about to leave, he said, "Have you practiced martial arts?"

When the waiter heard Murong Fu speak to him, he grinned foolishly and said, "The martial arts academy doesn't charge students, so I went there... But the teacher said I wasn't good at it, so he taught me a set of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu. I practiced it for several years, and my strength has increased a lot. I'm not tired from running errands anymore."

These are all the results of Murong Fu's new policies. It can be said that the productivity of Tianlong World has greatly improved in recent years.

Those who do manual labor are all like tractors.

The seeds of reading are slowly taking root and sprouting.

However... it's impossible to completely eradicate corruption like that of Constable Zhang, at least not in the short term.

This has been true of all dynasties, but as long as there are people making repairs and fixing things, and people working diligently to move forward, that is good.

Murong Fu could tell the other party's cultivation level at a glance and asked, "Second level, right?"

The waiter said, "Young master has a good eye; I am indeed on the second level."

The man said, "This might be the end of my life."

Murong Fu said, "It's already quite good that we've come this far, isn't it?"

The waiter paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes!"

Just as clueless as he was back then.

Murong Fu waved his hand, telling him to go and get back to work.

Let the children eat the food first.

Half an hour later, the Murong family finished their meal. They ordered two more dishes along the way, leaving the waiter speechless.

Before leaving his room, Murong Fu tossed a silver ingot to the waiter.

"Here, this is a reward."

The waiter was as happy as a fool.

Thinking that I could split the money with the shopkeeper, I could use half of it to buy my son lots of good food.

Before leaving, Murong Fu left a gold ingot and a jar of the Fountain of Immortality for the shopkeeper, saying, "Shopkeeper, please settle the bill."

This jar contains the medicine I prepared to strengthen the body.

You and the waiter can share it. This can't be stored; drink it tonight, or it'll spoil.

The old shopkeeper nodded hurriedly, looking at the gold ingot so much that he almost couldn't stand up straight.

Watching Murong Fu's retreating figure, he said to the waiter, "This young master is truly a distinguished person..."

The waiter nodded, but his eyes remained fixed on the jar of medicine with curiosity.

After the meal, Murong Fu teleported himself and the children back to the Valley of Immortality.

After playing outside for a few hours, Murong Fu sent the children back to their rooms and to their mothers.

Then he cultivated the white cloud smoke for a while.

It was late at night when Murong Fu approached Jiajing, who was watering the plants, and asked, "Feixuan, how have you been doing here lately?"

Jiajing hurriedly said, "Great, this place is wonderful."

Murong Fu then asked, "Do you miss home?"

Jiajing was somewhat confused about Murong Fu's intentions. He had been away from the palace for so long, yet he didn't miss palace life at all; he only missed his sons a little.

He could only nod, then shake his head.

Murong Fu said, "If you want to think about it, you think about it; if you don't want to think about it, you don't. What do you mean by that?"

Jiajing said, "Master, your disciple misses his son."

Murong Fu thought to himself that if he missed his son, things would be easier, and said calmly, "Then I'll take you back to see your son."

Jiajing shook his head immediately, partly because he was afraid Murong Fu would drive him away, since he really didn't know how to take care of flowers and plants before, and had been acting like a fool these past few days.

But he couldn't say that reason openly, so he gave another one: "Master, you don't know, but every son I gave birth to died..."

The last Taoist priest, Tao Zhongwen, told me that I had violated the taboo of "two dragons not meeting".

so....

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Murong Fu laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Bring your son here. With me, even if you wanted to die, it would be difficult!"

Upon hearing this, Jiajing's eyes filled with hope: "Master, is this really true?!"

Murong Fu waved his hand, opening a dark portal.

"Let's go, I never joke about things like this!"

In the blink of an eye, the two arrived at the imperial palace of the Flying Knife World, and Jiajing picked up his emperor son, Zhu Zaihe.

He was only five years old at the time, yet he had already ascended the throne. Jiajing was increasingly pleased with him and said, "Hahaha, son, come and greet your grand tutor!"

Murong Fu naturally recognized the child, shook his head, and sighed, "If this child were here, he would only live to be 13."

"Ah?!" Jiajing was greatly surprised upon hearing this.

Consort Shen, Zhu Zai's birth mother, has now become Empress Dowager, which has elevated her status. Hearing Murong Fu's words, she was displeased.

But seeing the respectful attitude His Majesty showed to this person, they dared not act rashly.

Afterwards, Jiajing took Murong Fu to Consort Kang, Lady Du's place, where they met the four-year-old Zhu Zai, and also wanted Murong Fu to help take a look at him.

Murong Fu knew that this was the historical Longqing Emperor, the only prince of the Jiajing Emperor who lived to the age of thirty, and who also fathered the greatest emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Wanli.

"This child is destined to live a long life; he'll live to be thirty-six here."

At this moment, Zhu Zaixi and Zhu Zai were also carried over by their mother.

"Hmm, this one can live to 28, and this one has two more years..."

Tsk, Fei Xuan, your kid...

At this moment, Jiajing hurriedly asked, "Master, please save the child!"

Murong Fu said, "That's easy. We'll all go back to Changchun Valley with you."

Drinking a little of the fountain of youth every day will easily get you to 150.

"Yes, yes." Jiajing felt that his mind was in turmoil and he couldn't even think of this.

But then he suddenly realized something and said, "Then my Zhu family's empire..."

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Murong Fu said, "Foolish child, you are already a cultivator, yet you still covet the throne?"

Your Zhu family has ruled for a century, and now you have the chance to become immortals, yet you don't cherish it...

Sigh, fine, Jiajing, you may stay here and continue to be the emperor.

I'll leave you a few jars of the Fountain of Youth; it might avert your child's calamity and also settle things between us...

Before Murong Fu could finish speaking, Jiajing was already weeping and kowtowing repeatedly, saying, "Disciple was wrong, disciple was wrong..."

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Anyone who has ever used PUA knows that when the relationship between the two parties is unequal, the simpler and more direct the PUA is, the better. Simply saying that you want to cut off contact can shatter the other person's personality.

But the imperial concubines standing nearby were stunned. Where had the incomparably majestic and absolute emperor gone? Why was he kneeling down so suddenly?!

Imperial Concubine Shen pointed at Murong Fu and said, "You heretic! You've deceived His Majesty?! Guards, seize him!!"

She had barely finished speaking when she suddenly saw Jiajing, who was kowtowing, with red eyes: "You vile woman! How dare you offend your mentor?!"

In his heart, however, he roared: "You dare to sever my path to immortality?! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!"

Then, with a backflip followed by multiple scissor kicks, he pinned Consort Shen to the ground.

She's lived a life of luxury since childhood; she's never seen anything like this before.

He was struggling to breathe and couldn't utter a word, frantically patting the floor.

Murong Fu looked at Jiajing's comical behavior and said calmly, "Feixuan, get up. Pack your things and go back to the valley."

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