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

The two women were naturally ashamed when they heard Murong Fu say that.

Especially Mu Wanqing, who was the one urging us to leave yesterday, and she's the one sleeping until noon today.

Even with a face made of city walls, it blushed with shame.

Murong Fu turned his head and saw two women with messy hair standing shyly at the door. He couldn't help but laugh and told them to come and eat. He would leave after they finished eating.

The two women were too ashamed to sit down and eat slowly any longer, and hurriedly asked Murong Fu to take them away right now.

Most of the dishes on the table were still uneaten, but Murong Fu didn't mind. He knew it wouldn't go to waste; the people at the inn would pack them up and take them home. In this world, being able to eat meat was like celebrating the New Year.

Murong Fu nodded, paid the bill, and had the hotel staff pack their luggage. He then set off with the four of them to the dock where the Murong family had prepared a boat.

Come back home!

Murong Fu specifically instructed that the boat should not be too big; a small one would be fine.

So the person in charge arranged a small boat, but it was new and sturdy, and could easily carry six or seven people.

Murong Fu landed lightly on the boat. He hadn't been on a boat for over a month and was itching to try it out. He had specially chosen a small boat for a race.

After all four had boarded the ship and their belongings had been properly placed, Murong Fu, who had been standing at the bow, began to exert his internal energy and continuously unleash the power of the Mingyu Gong, ready to set off.

Having ridden the boat many times before, A'Zhu was mentally prepared. After settling in, she gripped the hull tightly with both hands and told Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing in advance, "Young Master drives the boat quite fast, so hold on tight."

Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing readily agreed. Zhong Ling hadn't traveled by boat many times, but Mu Wanqing had taken many trips by boat when she visited Suzhou before. She thought to herself, "Heh, how fast can this little boat be? When I was escaping the pursuit of those lowly maids from Mantuo Manor, I took one of the famous fast boats in the area. I don't believe..."

"Ah! —"X2

Before Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling could react, the boat shot off. At first, the boat tilted slightly upwards, but Murong Fu controlled it with his true energy.

It then accelerated faster and faster. Although it couldn't compare to the speedboats of his previous life, in this era without even steam engines, Murong Fu's ship was the fastest!

And so, to the astonishment of the crowd at the dock, Murong Fu and his party disappeared into the rippling waters of Taihu Lake, leaving only the ever-spreading ripples behind.

Waterways differ greatly from land routes. In addition to their low cost and high carrying capacity supporting the movement of large quantities of goods and people, they are also subject to natural hydrology.

But in the Taihu Lake area, the roads are too wide.

Anyone can be fast on a straight line; just put in the effort. But being fast on curves is what truly matters.

So Murong Fu imagined there were many twists and turns ahead, and he used his superb drifting skills to overcome them one by one. But the process was thrilling and exciting enough that he and the three sisters behind him got their clothes soaked.

Although Mu Wanqing scolded him a few times, he didn't listen at all. Murong Fu believed that his hard-earned skills would eventually come in handy.

However, thanks to Murong Fu's extremely fast speed in the small boat, the journey that would normally take three or four hours could now perhaps be completed in less than two hours...

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Kumārajīva has been very irritable lately.

His life was originally smooth sailing because he was a genius.

Martial arts genius, Buddhist genius, political genius, linguistic genius...

In his more than forty years of life, he can be said to have never experienced failure.

He became a monk at the age of seven, and before he was eighteen, he was famous throughout the Western Regions. He was unmatched in debating Buddhist scriptures and dominated the Western Regions for twenty years.

In terms of martial arts, he made breakthroughs all the way, becoming a top-tier master in his forties, and was invincible throughout Tibet.

He can be described as a man who excels in both literary and martial arts, a rarity in the world, and can be considered a high-quality monk.

He was of noble birth and illustrious status, holding various titles including "Pandita" (great scholar), reincarnated guru, abbot of Dalun Temple, holy monk of the Western Regions, national teacher of Tibet, and master of idioms. His nickname was "Dalun Mingwang" (Great Wheel King).

But after setting foot in the Central Plains, things began to go wrong...

When they arrived at Tianlong Temple, they tried to exchange Shaolin martial arts skills for the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" but were refused. However, their physical coercion led Abbot Kurong of Tianlong Temple to burn the sword manual.

After capturing Duan Yu, the master swordsman, he was tricked by a little girl named Abi. The other party escaped by boat, but he didn't know how to row. After spending the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to master rowing the boat with his true energy, he could no longer find any trace of the two.

Later, guided by the servants of the little maid's household, they arrived at Swallow's Nest.

However, the servants arranged for him to stay in a separate courtyard, citing Murong Fu's absence from home.

Every time he suggested going to pay his respects at the grave of the old man Murong Bo, a fat man with two tufts of beard, resembling a fat catfish spirit, would come to stop him.

He himself quoted extensively from classical texts and used numerous idioms to make his request for worship appear proper and respectful.

But the fat man kept coming up with fallacies and arguing unreasonably.

He told them that a maid named Abi from Canhe Village had taken away the living sword manual he had brought, but the other party said that there was no such person in Canhe Village.

If it weren't for his profound Buddhist teachings and his ability to control his anger, he would have almost broken the precept against killing.

Unable to find a solution through official channels, Kumārajīva secretly attempted to locate Huanshi Water Pavilion in the middle of the night.

It seems that Huanshi Water Pavilion should be located outside of Canhe Village, but not far from it.

His martial arts skills far surpassed those of the people in the manor. The so-called four retainers were only second-rate masters, and even if they were discovered, they wouldn't be a match for him.

And things went very smoothly; he found the location of Huanshi Water Pavilion the very next night.

Pushing open the door, he was met with a deluge of lime falling down. Kumārajīva tried to disperse it with his inner energy, but he still ended up covered in soot.

Fortunately, it didn't get into his eyes, mouth, or nose. After that, Kumārajīva proceeded cautiously, thinking that there would be an even bigger trap ahead.

Unexpectedly, there were no traps at all. What's worse, the Water Pavilion only had second- or third-rate martial arts techniques in its collection, which were of no use to Kumārajīva.

Greatly disappointed, they realized that Huanshi Water Pavilion was just an empty shell, and the real martial arts treasures must be hidden elsewhere.

"The Murong family is indeed quite shrewd; they know how to have multiple burrows."

Put all the books back in their original places, use the Crane Control Technique to collect all the lime on the ground into the sack, and before closing the door, throw it inside and use your inner energy to lift it onto the door frame.

As for whether he would be discovered, Kumārajīva couldn't care less. He believed that with his strength, even if he were discovered, it would simply be swept under the rug.

Upon returning to the villa, Kumārajīva began to meditate and practice.

He knew that since the Murong family had taken precautions at Huanshi Water Pavilion, it would be impossible for him to find the martial arts manuals easily.

He had a long-standing relationship with the Murong family, so he naturally adopted a policy of courtesy before resorting to force. As long as things didn't come to a complete breakdown, he was willing to continue being a highly respected monk.

However, tomorrow we still need to make the Murong family hand over that maid named Abi; he won't let Duan Yu, this living sword manual, go.

The next day, Kumārajīva arrived at the door, and the catfish fat man greeted him... but the two sides ended up fighting fiercely.