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

Then, in less than half an hour, Murong Fu caught three more fish, each of a different species.

With a wave of his hand, he ordered the kitchen to prepare all the fish: fish hot pot, sashimi, braised fish, fish balls...

Actually, hot pot only matured in the Yuan Dynasty, but this little thing was already made by Murong Fu, a hot pot enthusiast.

After eating and drinking their fill, they sailed back to Canhe Village.

After returning to Canhe Village, Murong Fu took a nice afternoon nap, and then got up to practice his martial arts.

Although Murong Fu did many things that others considered useless every day, he never missed a day of practicing martial arts.

After all, for someone with his high level of martial arts skills, practicing martial arts is as simple as eating and drinking, and it is also endlessly enjoyable.

Moreover, with a martial arts master like Kumārajīva around, there's no harm in not using him.

Murong Fu would spar with Kumārajīva every day. Kumārajīva was also a martial arts fanatic, and the fact that Murong Fu could defeat him at the age of thirty had become a knot in his heart.

So these days, the two of them have been competing in fist and footwork, lightness skills, and shooting techniques.

However, Kumārajīva discovered that apart from their internal energy clashes resulting in a draw, Murong Fu's lightness skill was far superior to his own, and that terrifying Xuan Yin True Qi was also a powerful weapon in hand-to-hand combat. Only when Murong Fu did not use Ming Yu True Qi could the two exchange blows, but often hundreds of moves would not yield a clear winner.

The beating made Kumārajīva extremely angry.

Furthermore, Murong Fu had Kumārajīva practice his Star Shift technique with the Flaming Blade every day. After a month, Murong Fu's Star Shift technique had made great progress, rising from LV.2 to LV.3.

Furthermore, through his fist and foot fight with Kumārajīva, his close combat skills improved dramatically, and he seemed to be proficient in everything. Murong Fu had several second- or third-rate martial arts techniques, which he only used occasionally in actual combat, and his level also improved.

Murong Fu's current information panel:

[Host: Murong Fu]

[Body Constitution: 81 (One in ten thousand)]

[Comprehension: 73 (One in a Thousand)]

[Cultivation Level: Top-Tier Expert]

[Technique: Mingyu Skill (LV.6)]

【武学：斗转星移（LV.3）、参合指(LV.3)、慕容剑法(LV.3)、太沖剑法(LV.2)、少林剑法(LV.3)、大理段氏剑法(LV.2)、慈悲刀法(LV.2)、迴风拂柳刀(LV.2)、柴刀十八路(LV.2)、五虎断门刀(LV.3)、少林降魔刀法(LV.2)、西夏弹腿快拳(LV.3)......】

During this time, something happened. When Murong Fu was teaching Abi, Youcao, Xiaoming and others the Lesser Formless Skill, he "coincidentally" stumbled upon it. Kumārajīva had exceptional eyesight and naturally recognized that the skill was more exquisite than any other martial art he had ever seen before.

So he tried to learn it by stealing it, but he didn't expect that Murong Fu had deliberately told him this.

But he wouldn't be allowed to learn it secretly, otherwise it would become Kumārajīva's skill, rather than Murong Fu's gift.

"Those who were skilled in the Way in ancient times were subtle, profound, and unfathomable."

Since it is unknowable, I will try to describe it: hesitant as if crossing a river in winter, cautious as...

Suddenly, Murong Fu stopped lecturing and shouted, "Who goes there?!"

Kumārajīva believed that he had used his unique tortoise breathing technique to hide it perfectly. He had used this technique many times to eavesdrop and learn a lot of martial arts skills.

But to his surprise, Murong Fu still saw through his plan.

After listening for a while, he realized that the martial arts were exquisite and he became even more envious of the martial arts that Murong Fu had taught him.

Furthermore, considering that this skill could be passed on to a maid, and recalling that the elder Murong Bo had gifted him a Shaolin martial arts manual with annotations, it was clear that the Murong family did not have the idea of ​​keeping their skills to themselves, and that their martial arts philosophy might be the same as his own.

So, shamelessly, he came out from behind the artificial hill.

"Young Master Murong, I was just passing by when I heard your witty remarks, so I paused for a moment. Please forgive me."

Youcao and Xiaoming, considering themselves maids, remained silent, but Abi shouted:

"Alright, great monk."

Our young master kindly invited you to stay for a meal and lodging, but we never expected you would try to steal our family's martial arts skills.

snort!"

Seeing that Kumārajīva had taken the bait, Murong Fu was pleased and reached out to interrupt Abi:

"Why--

Ah Bi, you mustn't be rude.

"The master is a highly accomplished monk; how could he possibly covet our family's martial arts?"

He nodded again to Kumārajīva and continued:

"Moreover, this martial art is derived from the Taoist canon. The master is a Buddhist disciple, so he would not have stolen this Taoist martial art. He was probably just a new student who was curious and stopped to listen and forgot to greet him."

Kumozhi, with a solemn and dignified bearing, bowed and said:

"What Young Master Murong says is true. This humble monk is simply interested in this novel theory, which is why I am listening here."

I feel this martial art might be useless to me, but its Taoist theories can corroborate Buddhist teachings, greatly benefiting my meditation practice.

When Kumārajīva saw that Murong Fu did not reply but was just smiling at him, he was puzzled.

But then he remembered that when his father, Murong Bo, taught him martial arts manuals, he had also received advanced martial arts skills from the Western Regions in return. He figured Murong Fu must be the same kind of person, so he continued:

"I have heard that even the teachings of sages in the Central Plains require a fee. Since I have heard Young Master Murong's profound insights, I am willing to exchange them with all my unparalleled knowledge..."

Therefore, Kumārajīva traded his "Flaming Saber," several Shaolin martial arts techniques, and the Crane Control Skill for Murong Fu's martial art. Only then did Murong Fu learn that this martial art was called the "Lesser Formless Skill."

"Who can calm muddy waters and gradually bring them to clarity? Who can bring still waters to gradually bring them to life? The key to this path is not to desire fullness; it is precisely because it does not desire fullness that it can be concealed and thus newly formed..."

Kumārajīva possessed the ability to remember everything he saw, but since it was a high-level Taoist skill that he had never explored before, Kumārajīva naturally dared not be too hasty.

Murong Fu chuckled inwardly when he saw the smile he couldn't hide.

I was reminded of the people who were scammed by telecom fraud in my previous life. You were greedy for their interest, but they were greedy for your principal.

Kumārajīva coveted Murong Fu's Lesser Formless Skill, while Murong Fu coveted Kumārajīva's profound internal strength.

Murong Fu had a plan from the very first meeting with Kumārajīva.

But Murong Fu was not in a hurry, nor could he be in a hurry.

As for Kumārajīva, there was no movement for the first few days, and he was a little impatient. However, he still patiently practiced breathing exercises and meridian circulation. After more than a month, he gradually felt refreshed and his internal strength increased greatly. He was overjoyed and was convinced that this Taoist technique was far more exquisite than any martial arts he had practiced before, allowing him to see a new world of martial arts.

After teaching Kumārajīva each day, Murong Fu would accompany his wife and take women such as A'Zhu, A'Bi, Zhong Ling, and Mu Wanqing on outings and picnics.

Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan took Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing to Mantuo Manor, but the appearance of Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing angered Li Qingluo.

However, when Li Qingluo thought about Duan Zhengchun coming to Suzhou to meet her, all her fierceness disappeared, leaving only a gentle tenderness.

Zhong Ling had already learned about Duan Yu's situation from Mu Wanqing. When she came to the garden, she saw Duan Yu covered in dirt while fertilizing the flowers.

Mu Wanqing didn't go over; she just watched from afar with a frown.

Zhong Ling went over to talk to him, but found that Duan Yu was a stranger to her.