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

Nangong Ling held two yellowish-black steamed buns, her face beaming with pride.

Ah Fei glanced at him and thought that this appearance was quite in line with his identity as a member of the "Beggars' Clan".

Nangong Ling smiled and said:

"It's not that I'm greedy, but since we have to travel tonight, I need to eat my fill to have the energy."

"Otherwise, if something unexpected happens halfway through, and we run out of energy, how will we make it through?"

Afei chuckled, earning him two eye rolls from Nangong Ling.

They were clearly starving, but they were quite good at making excuses for themselves.

Afei thought Nangong Ling should sit at the same table as that hypocritical Zhao Zhengyi.

When the old monk Xinmei saw that there was food, he also showed a happy expression.

Although he could endure hunger, he wouldn't force himself to eat if he had the means.

Xinmei echoed:

"That's exactly right."

Nangong Ling divided one of the two bowls containing the steamed buns into two and gave one to Xinmei, saying:

"Master, please."

Xinmei thanked her and took the bowl, holding it in her hands.

Although this bowl of steamed buns was cooked with little oil and no salt, to them it was no different from a delicacy.

Because of Nangong Ling's series of calculations, everyone could be certain that there was no poison in the bun.

Ah Fei closed his eyes again, taking it easy to rest.

If the "Five Poison Boys" failed to poison him this time, there will definitely be a next time.

He needs to conserve his energy to deal with the enemies that will appear next.

As Nangong Ling ate his steamed buns, he didn't forget to boast a little. He laughed and said:

"Even if the 'Five Poisons Child' could predict that I would buy fried dough cakes, he couldn't predict that I would use fried dough cakes to exchange for the child's steamed buns."

"If he really could have foreseen this and poisoned it first, then I would be willing to die from the poison."

He laughed heartily and ate the steamed buns one after another with great relish.

Chu Liuxiang laughed as he drank:

"I have known Brother Nangong for a long time, and it has been a long time since I have seen you eat with such relish."

Nangong Ling laughed heartily:

"Even if someone offered me dragon liver and phoenix marrow, or other delicacies, I would never trade with them."

Chu Liuxiang nodded and said:

"Brother Nangong, you've calculated every step of the way to obtain this food. I'm sure that 'Five Poison Child' couldn't have come up with this trick even if he racked his brains."

Xinmei nodded as well.

He also believed that although the "Five Poison Boys" had extraordinary abilities, they were not gods after all.

No one can predict everything; even the wisest person can make a mistake.

So he ate with peace of mind.

However, monks always emphasize eating slowly and carefully. Nangong Ling had already finished half a bowl, while he had only eaten one.

By this time, the carriage had already left the town.

The driver only wanted to get these plague-ridden men to their destination quickly so he could have a big meal, so he drove the horse as fast as he could.

Nangong Ling smiled and said:

"At this rate, we should be able to reach Mount Song in just a few days."

A look of relief appeared on Xinmei's face as she said:

"Our disciples will surely be there to meet us at the foot of the mountain, as long as we can..."

His voice suddenly stopped, and his body began to tremble.

He couldn't even hold the bowl of steamed buns he was holding steady, and buns kept falling out.

Nangong Ling's expression changed and he said:

"Master, you...you wouldn't happen to be...?"

Suddenly, a "crack" was heard, and the bowl had been crushed by Xinmei.

Nangong Ling was greatly alarmed:

"Could there be poison in this bowl of noodles?"

Xinmei let out a long sigh and remained silent, feeling dejected.

Nangong Ling lunged at Chu Liuxiang, grabbing his shoulders tightly with both hands.

His hands trembled uncontrollably as he asked in a trembling voice:

"Look at my face, isn't my face...?"

He abruptly stopped speaking, because there was no need to ask that question anymore.

Nangong Ling saw that Chu Liuxiang's face had also turned ashen.

But Chu Liuxiang was quick-witted and swift, striking several of Nangong Ling's major acupoints with great force.

If the blood in the meridians doesn't circulate, the toxins won't reach the heart, thus temporarily saving his life.

With her major acupoints struck, Nangong Ling immediately lost consciousness.

Xinmei had already sat cross-legged, closed her heart meridians, and was circulating her internal energy to resist the toxins in her body.

Large drops of sweat poured from his bald head and rolled onto his monk's robe.

Chu Liuxiang glanced at A Fei and noticed that A Fei was also looking at him.

He touched his nose, gave a wry smile, and said:

"Now that they're too busy taking care of themselves and no one's holding your brothers hostage, you can leave."

But Ah Fei shook his head.

He can leave, but if he just leaves, there will be no reason for him to take the treasures from the Shaolin Temple on Mount Song.

I can't just turn myself in later.

And more importantly, now is a great opportunity.

If we rescue the old monk Xinmei and bring him to Mount Song, those monks will thank us.

A dead lay disciple and a living second-in-command.

The head of Shaolin must be able to distinguish which is more important.

At that time, he won't cause me any more trouble.

At this moment, Xinmei suddenly opened her eyes and sighed:

"What Chu Xiangshuai said is right. This old monk's life is in danger now. Before the 'Five Poison Boy' appears, you two should quickly escape for your lives."

Afei was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected that the old monk Xinmei would willingly let him go.

He stared intently at Xinmei and asked:

"Why are you letting me go? Weren't you willing to risk your life to bring me back to the mountain?"

"Besides, if you release me now, wouldn't all your nephews have died in vain?"

Ah Fei was fearless; in fact, the moment he secretly healed his injuries, no one could stop him anymore.

I still have three million taels of silver notes, enough to upgrade the "Searching for Fragrance in the Snow" technique I learned from Chu Liuxiang to the seventh level.

If he wanted to run, no one but Chu Liuxiang, whose lightness skill was unparalleled, could catch him.

Let's not even talk about whether Chu Liuxiang will come after me.

Even if he listens to Xinmei and comes after her, she can simply disappear into a crowd and use her "disguise technique" to change her face.

That way, even Chu Liuxiang wouldn't be able to do anything about him.

I never ran away; I was just eyeing the treasures of Shaolin.

After hearing Afei's words, Xinmei sighed and said:

"A monk does not wish to commit more sins before his death."

"Whatever your reason for killing Junior Nephew Qin Chong, now is not the time to investigate."

He took a breath and urged anxiously:

"You two should hurry up and leave. Once the 'Five Poison Child' arrives, it will be too late to escape."

Ah Fei stared intently at his now-darkened face, sighed softly, and said:

"Thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately I can do everything except run away."

"Moreover," he glanced at Chu Liuxiang and said, "Brother Chu must also be unwilling to abandon his good friend."

Chu Liuxiang didn't say anything upon hearing this, but just gave a wry smile, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Xinmei anxiously said to Afei:

"Now is not the time for you to play the hero. You are still seriously injured and are no match for the 'Five Poison Child'."

He then said to Chu Liuxiang:

"Xiang Shuai's lightness skill is unparalleled; he could easily carry someone away. This old monk still has a breath left, enough to buy you some time..."

Suddenly, the horse pulling the cart neighed in alarm, and the driver let out a scream.

The car veered off course and crashed into a dead tree by the roadside with a loud bang.

Afei and Chu Liuxiang quickly regained their footing, while Xinmei slammed against the carriage wall, still muttering:

"Hurry up and leave! Do you all want to die with this old monk?"

Ah Fei said calmly:

"Since you're willing to let me go, I'll save you this time as a way of repaying your kindness."

Afei stood up and took out his iron sword from under Nangong Ling's seat.

He turned around and opened the car door.