Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

Afei gently picked up the naked Lianxing, as if she were a ball of cotton, as light as if she were holding nothing.

Lianxing had already fainted, her body and face covered in a mixture of mud and snow.

She even had several deep wounds on her body, exposed to the bone, from being injured by flying weapons.

Blood flowed down from the wound like a stream.

Afei frowned and said softly:

"Why are all the girls in your 'Flower Palace' like this?"

He knew that this profound sentiment was something he could never repay.

He was still somewhat resentful when Lianxing suddenly gave him a cold look.

Now that I think about it carefully, it's actually because Lianxing didn't know how to face herself that she deliberately distanced herself from him.

Although she was injured like this, it was because of carelessness and an unexpected event.

But Afei didn't think he could just walk away.

Even if the road ahead may be difficult, he will never abandon this suffering woman.

Lianxing's fate was already bitter enough. Because of Yaoyue's suppression, this poor woman almost never lived for herself in her life.

Since he has traveled through time and has the ability, why not make some changes?

Afei pulled off his large monk's robe and gently wrapped it around Lianxing's soft, delicate body.

She then wiped the filth off Lianxing's face with her hand, revealing her beautiful and ethereal face.

Hmm, it still looks better this way.

Ah Fei sighed softly; his true energy hadn't been replenished at all that night.

Previously, he had barely managed to suppress Xingnu's injuries, but now he keeps losing to Lianxing.

He felt like he was being drained dry by these two women.

Chu Liuxiang and Xingnu arrived, their four eyes fixed on Afei.

Xingnu's gaze lingered on Afei and Lianxing's faces, her expression growing increasingly somber.

Although Ah Fei told her "I've always been here," and although Ah Fei's gaze softened when he looked at her.

But many women are like that; when they can have something all to themselves, they are absolutely unwilling to share it.

Chu Liuxiang looked at it and sighed:

"As expected of the Second Palace Master of the 'Flower Shifting Palace', she was able to survive under such circumstances."

He sighed again and said:

"It's truly regrettable that a grandmaster of martial arts, the head of Shaolin, would make such a choice."

Xinhu has now exploded and died; he is no longer in this world.

Ah Fei said calmly:

"This old monk is a respectable person. Although he is old, he still does his best to give his all for his sect."

But that was of no use; he had already secured the foundation of Shaolin.

Chu Liuxiang sighed deeply, then asked:

"What are your plans now?"

"After this battle, it seems that Shaolin is now locked in a life-or-death struggle with you and Yihua Palace."

"Should we go back to 'Li Garden'?"

He looked at Afei with some concern.

Returning to 'Li Garden' now is not the best option, not only because of 'Shaolin', but also because other forces might try to ambush us on the way.

Before Afei could answer, they suddenly heard a rustling sound of wind.

In the dim light of the few remaining embers, figures moved about.

In the dead silence, a sudden rustling of clothes could be heard, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen mysterious figures appeared.

These dozen or so figures all moved with extraordinary agility, but they all stopped abruptly more than ten feet away from A-Fei and his companions.

A burly monk with an open robe, white eyebrows, and a white beard swept his gaze across the room, his round eyes suddenly widening.

This person is none other than Xin Jing, the guardian of the Shaolin Sutra Repository.

He checked the martial arts manuals in the pavilion and found that one was indeed missing.

So he hurriedly led his men up the mountain to report the theft of the scriptures to Xinhu.

Xin Jing deduced that this matter must be related to Bai Xiaosheng.

On the way, he encountered several junior disciples carrying his sixth junior brother's heart lamp to treat him, and only then did he learn of the sudden and dramatic change on the mountain.

The sight before him left him stunned.

Xin Jing's ominous premonition grew stronger, and he asked with some difficulty:

"What exactly happened here?"

Suddenly a figure emerged from the shadows of the trees and said to him:

"Master Xinhu and Master Xinzhu of Shaolin were both brutally murdered by this group!"

Even Master Xin Deng suffered a brutal attack and was left on the verge of death.

"But they have also suffered considerable losses. Master Xinjing, quickly gather the Shaolin disciples! Don't let this group escape!"

That voice belonged to Bai Xiaosheng.

Somehow, he released his pressure points, and instead of taking advantage of the chaos to escape, he hid himself.

Because he was far from the explosion site, he was completely unharmed.

These words startled Xin Jing so much that she forgot the purpose of coming up the mountain.

He gritted his teeth and roared angrily:

Is this really true?

Bai Xiaosheng chuckled:

"There is absolutely no falsehood. If you don't believe me, you can ask Chu Xiangshuai. He would never lie."

Xin Jing shifted her gaze to Chu Liuxiang.

Chu Liuxiang sighed and nodded, saying:

"What he said may not be the complete truth, but it is still true. Master Xin Jing, please allow me to explain in detail..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden gust of wind blew as Xin Jing threw a punch.

The monks following behind him also did their best.

Heart Mirror roared:

"How dare you run rampant in Shaolin, killing my senior brother! Do you think Shaolin has no one to rely on?"

Xinhu's death deeply shocked him, and even the usually calm and composed Xinjing went mad.

However, he remained cautious and sent a telepathic message to his subordinates, instructing them to immediately notify the other disciples.

Just then, a dozen more figures suddenly appeared.

Unlike the monks who wore gray robes and had shaved heads, these people mostly had messy hair and wore tattered clothes.

His clothes were patched upon patched; "tattered" was an understatement.

To keep warm, they wore layer upon layer of tattered clothes, making them look extremely bulky.

Anyone with eyes could tell that these people who suddenly appeared were members of the "Beggars' Clan".

The only one-eyed beggar who was dressed relatively neatly was also shocked by the scene.

He exclaimed in disbelief:

"What happened here?"

Bai Xiaosheng was a man of great knowledge and experience. At a glance, he realized that the three leaders of the beggars were actually Nine-Bag Elders, which startled him.

The Beggars' Sect is extremely loosely managed. Those who can reach the level of Nine-Bag Elder are all powerful figures in their own right, and they almost never gather together.

It's even rarer to see all three at once.

His eyes darted around, and he realized that these three people were very likely there because of Nangong Ling.

They probably took advantage of the chaos at Shaolin Temple to sneak up the mountain.

Bai Xiaosheng stepped forward, bowed to the one-eyed beggar, and smiled:

"Are you perhaps the 'One-Eyed Beggar Who Came to the Rescue,' Elder Shan?"

Master Shan returned the greeting and said:

"Indeed, that is me. May I ask who you are?"

Bai Xiaosheng laughed:

"I am unworthy of the respect bestowed upon me by the people of the martial arts world, who have given me the nickname 'The All-Knowing Scholar'."

Master Shan was startled and said repeatedly:

"So you are the all-knowing, all-knowing scholar, sir? And who are you here?"

Bai Xiaosheng said:

"I was fortunate to be favored by Master Xinhu and invited to sit in meditation and discuss the Dharma here, but I never expected to encounter such a scoundrel and madman."

His expression suddenly turned pained and grief-stricken, and he said:

"This thief not only killed Master Xinhu, the head monk, but also poisoned Chief Nangong Ling!"