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

How did a maid end up in the wilderness?

This is a question that anyone would have.

Chu Liuxiang knew, of course, that A Fei had just made up a reason.

But everyone has secrets.

Especially between friends, if the other person doesn't want to talk, a friend will definitely be understanding.

Therefore, Chu Liuxiang did not ask any further questions.

However, Lianxing was very dissatisfied with Afei's statement, so Afei suffered from pain in his waist.

Lianxing secretly twisted Afei's flesh several times.

Ah Fei's expression didn't change, but fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He didn't break a sweat during his fight with the Five Poison Boys.

Seeing Lianxing's subtle actions and Afei's expression, Chu Liuxiang smiled and said:

"No matter how strong your martial arts skills are, they can't withstand a girl's temper."

Ah Fei grinned and touched his nose like Chu Liuxiang.

At this moment, the old monk Xinmei finally opened his eyes.

He was in very bad condition; his face was pale and had turned ashen.

He softly uttered a Buddhist chant and said:

"The benefactor remained calm in the face of danger and killed the villain. This old monk is truly convinced and completely admires him."

"This old monk is no longer able to bring you back to the mountain. You may leave now."

After saying only two sentences, Xinmei was already panting and covered in sweat, as if she had used up all her strength.

Looking at Xinmei's weak appearance, Afei said calmly:

"When I want to leave, no one can stop me; when I don't want to leave, no one can drive me away."

"Don't worry, I will definitely take you back."

After hearing what Afei said, Xin's eyelids drooped, and she finally fainted.

Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but feel a deep respect for A Fei.

Even though Shaolin was a den of dragons and tigers, Ah Fei still wanted to return Xinmei. This chivalrous spirit moved him deeply.

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said to A Fei:

"You're becoming more and more incomprehensible to me, but I'm also growing to admire you more and more."

Afei knew that Chu Liuxiang had misunderstood, but he was too lazy to explain.

He just smiled and replied:

"Although he was annoying, his reason for taking me up the mountain was reasonable."

"He was injured, so it was only reasonable for me to rescue him and bring him back to the mountain."

"Since it's a very reasonable thing to do, of course I'm willing to do it."

Chu Liuxiang nodded.

Although they had only known each other for a short time, Ah Fei's personality suited his taste perfectly.

Lian's starry eyes sparkled with extraordinary light.

She had no idea why or what purpose these people in the car had gathered together.

But from what Afei and the others said, Lianxing learned more about him from other angles.

This is a stubborn young man who would rather be wronged than wrong others.

Afei's chivalrous spirit made Lianxing feel sorry for him.

They're still so young, yet they've already achieved this level of skill.

What kind of experiences shaped this child?

Lianxing was determined to find out the truth.

The original coachman is dead, so Xingnu has to temporarily take over.

Fortunately, the damage to the car was not serious and it can still be driven normally.

After a quick inspection, Afei and Chu Liuxiang set off again.

Outside the carriage, Chu Liuxiang looked at the corpses of poisonous insects scattered all over the ground, as if he could see how tragic the battle had been.

He admired Afei even more.

The road ahead was not easy, and the carriage bounced violently.

After traveling for nine days, they finally arrived at the foot of Mount Song, two days later than Afei had anticipated.

During this time, they rehired a coachman, at Chu Liuxiang's suggestion.

You can't always leave beautiful women exposed to the wind and sun, or they'll become ugly.

Ah Fei thought to himself, "This is so Chu Liuxiang."

The carriage stopped at this moment, and the driver shouted into the carriage:

"Gentlemen, we have arrived at Mount Song."

The people in the car got up almost immediately.

Ah Fei, who was closest to the car door, lifted the cotton curtain and opened the door. The wind that blew in immediately cooled the car.

Although spring has arrived, there are still very few pilgrims.

It had just snowed, and the roads were blocked by ice and snow, so there were even fewer pilgrims going up the mountain.

Afei carried Xinmei on his back, Chu Liuxiang carried Nangong Ling on his back, and the group used their movement techniques to find a way up the mountain.

There are many temples and courtyards here, and soon you will see a small temple.

Several Shaolin monks in gray robes and white socks were warming themselves by a fire in the front hall of the temple.

Two other people were hiding behind the door in a sheltered spot, looking out.

They saw someone approaching on the snow with light-footed skill, and the two immediately came out to greet them.

The two men blocked Afei and his group's path, and one of them said:

"May I ask where you come from, and where you are going...?"

Before he could finish speaking, another person saw that Ah Fei was carrying a monk on his shoulder and immediately interjected:

"Is the one you're carrying a Shaolin disciple?"

Ah Fei slowed his pace, and when he reached the two men, he suddenly leaped three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in one bound.

It flew directly over their heads, its toes touching the ground before leaping up again.

Seeing this, Chu Liuxiang and the others followed suit, passing over the heads of the two monks.

Although Chu Liuxiang wanted to give a heads-up first, he had to act expediently due to the urgency of the situation.

Seeing that Xinmei and Nangong Ling were seriously injured, he acquiesced to Afei's actions.

On this snow-covered mountain path, Afei and his companions were still able to perform the superb light-body skill of "Dragonfly Skimming the Water Three Times".

Even the two monks, who were usually arrogant, were deeply moved by what they saw.

By the time the monks from the temple chased after them, Afei and the others were already far away.

Ah Fei had visited Mount Song in his previous life and was quite familiar with the place.

He knew that if he went up the main road, he would inevitably have to deal with questioning and wait for the monks to announce his arrival.

That would waste too much time on meaningless things.

So he didn't take the main road, but instead climbed the mountain via a side path.

Even so, it still took more than an hour to see the magnificent halls of Shaolin Temple.

Since Bodhidharma crossed the sea to China during the reign of Emperor Wu of Liang, and after twenty-eight generations of transmission, the Shaolin Temple has produced many outstanding talents and has long been the leader of the martial arts world in the Central Plains.

Looking from afar, one can see snow-covered eaves, towering into the clouds, with interconnected palaces, their layers seemingly endless.

Its grandeur is truly unparalleled in the world.

Afei and his group entered the temple from the side of the mountain, where they saw countless stupas of all sizes standing on the snow.

This is the sacred site of Shaolin Temple, the "Pagoda Forest," which is the burial place of the successive patriarchs of Shaolin.

These masters were renowned far and wide during their lifetimes, and were buried here after their deaths.

Anyone who comes here will inevitably feel a sense of detachment from worldly affairs and a desire to transcend worldly concerns.

After walking only a few steps, they suddenly heard a deep voice say:

"Trespassing on Shaolin's forbidden grounds, aren't you being far too arrogant?"

Afei said loudly:

"Your abbot's second junior brother, Xinmei, was injured, and I personally escorted him back for treatment. I hope you will send your abbot to see him."

Upon hearing this, gasps of surprise erupted throughout the previously silent 'Tallinn'.

It turned out that countless monks had been lying in ambush here, and now they were all showing themselves.

The leader stood in front of A-Fei, put his hands together and said:

"Amitabha Buddha, you are a very kind benefactor. May I ask your esteemed name?"

Ah Fei said slowly:

"I have no surname, just call me Afei. The gentleman who came with me is Chu Liuxiang, the Chu Xiangshuai."

"The one on his back is Nangong Ling, the current leader of the Beggars' Sect."