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Chapter 44 Murong of Gusu, Reunited with the Ming King

[The host has come into contact with the story character Murong Fu (Qing). The current causal connection is 0%, triggering a lottery draw. Do you wish to draw now?]

Russell wasn't surprised that Murong Fu had come. This guy had been completely manipulated by his own father, and all he could think about was restoring his kingdom. He wouldn't miss a mission like this that could earn him a huge amount of reputation points.

The only thing that made Russell a little curious was that Murong Fu didn't show the slightest bit of killing intent.

However, as the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face. Since the other party had greeted him, he naturally could not immediately break off the friendship. He also stood up and returned the smile: "Young Master Murong is too kind. Nowadays, everyone in the Jianghu of the Song Dynasty turns pale at the mention of me, wishing they could eat my flesh and sleep on my skin. Yet you are still willing to call me a young hero."

This surprised Murong Fu: "Young Master Luo, have you greeted me?"

"Of course not, but with Young Master Murong's aura, it would be hard for me not to recognize him," Russell said honestly.

Since his debut, few have been able to rival him in appearance, except for Murong Fu.

According to him, Murong Fu's entire strategy for restoring the country was wrong.

With a face like that, what are you doing in the underworld? You're better off sneaking into the palace!

With Murong Fu's temperament, looks, and stamina, he could easily win over those concubines in the harem who had been parched for so long.

Just sow a few seeds, have the children born, and then secretly eliminate any children who aren't from the Murong family, allowing the Murong family to take over the Zhao family's place directly. Why go through all this trouble?

Even if the Zhao family truly has an unparalleled master hidden away, and this path is blocked, as a second-best option, they could try to marry a princess and become a prince consort, which would still connect them with the royal family.

With this identity, it's much more reliable to secretly cultivate one's power and gradually achieve success than to fight and struggle in the martial arts world and painstakingly accumulate a little bit of empty fame.

Unfortunately, this person clearly didn't explore this avenue of thought.

Murong Fu naturally couldn't hear Russell's outrageous remarks, but he developed a different opinion of Russell.

He has been planning for the restoration of his country for so long, and has made friends with countless people from all walks of life, including martial arts masters. He has his own set of insights into judging people and things.

In the time it took to say those two sentences, Murong Fu had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on. He glanced around at the group of martial arts practitioners who were watching him, muttered to himself that they were a rabble, and his inner energy surged instantly, causing his clothes to bulge as if they were being inflated.

Murong Nan is about to make a move against the Blood Hand Butcher!

"Young Master Murong is mighty!"

"Kill this demon!"

"To rid the martial arts world of this scourge!"

A chorus of barely suppressed excitement erupted from the second floor.

Immediately, everyone present was overjoyed.

They had long been terrified by Russell and dared not approach. Now, seeing someone attack Russell, and that person was none other than the world-renowned Murong Nan, they were all extremely excited, as if Russell was about to die on the spot.

Russell, who was the one being attacked, raised an eyebrow when he saw Murong Fu's starting stance.

Isn't this the starting stance of the Impermanent Scattered Hands technique?

So, Murong Fu met with Kumārajīva?

No wonder he treated me this way, instead of immediately engaging in a life-or-death struggle.

Having figured this out, Russell also understood what Kumārajīva and Murong Fu wanted to do, and immediately cooperated in making his move.

Since the other party wants to put on an act, I might as well play along.

Perfect timing! He also wanted to see just how good the world-famous Murong Nan really was.

"Young Master Murong, please." Russell smiled slightly and made the first move.

The two fought at an extremely fast pace, exchanging blows and countering each other's moves. On the second floor of Jiaxing Tower, countless figures collided, and the muffled sounds of energy clashing between palms, fingers, fists, and feet were clearly audible, like muffled thunder rolling across the floor. Tables, chairs, cups, and plates were swept away by the dissipating gusts of wind, shattering and flying everywhere.

A small storm seemed to have swept up on the second floor, forcing the excited onlookers to retreat and dodge the flying wood chips and porcelain shards.

"This place is too small; we can't fight here. Let's fight outside the city!"

In the midst of the fierce battle, Murong Fu suddenly let out a clear whistle, crossed his palms, and took the force of Russell's seemingly fierce palm strike. Using the force, he flew backward and darted out of the window like a wild goose.

"I'm not afraid of you!" Russell laughed loudly, and then followed him out the window.

The two then began their pursuit through Kaifeng in broad daylight, striking each other mid-air from time to time, creating a series of explosive attacks.

Wherever they went, they drew gasps and stares from the crowds. A large group of determined martial artists shouted and chased after them, but could only watch helplessly as the two figures grew further and further away until they disappeared beyond the city walls.

About half an hour later, the two had left the official road and arrived at a rather remote, desolate mountain on the outskirts of Bianjing.

There is a dilapidated mountain god temple in the mountains. It has been neglected for many years, with mottled walls and overgrown weeds.

Murong Fu and Russell rushed into the temple one after the other.

Incense was already burning in the temple. Kumārajīva was sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat in front of the statue, his fingers twirling prayer beads, chanting sutras softly. Hearing the two enter, he slowly turned around and looked at Russell. Seeing that Russell's breathing was steady and his clothes were not disheveled, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. He then put his hands together and smiled:

"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Luo, how have you been? It seems you have encountered some trouble. May this humble monk lend you some assistance?"

Russell chuckled and casually walked to another cushion and sat down: "Thank you for your concern, Master. It's also kind of you to trust me so much."

"I am not a fool." Seeing Russell's nonchalant attitude, Kumārajīva felt a little more at ease.

Russell was a confidant he had been searching for for decades. If he was upset because of a frame-up, he, the Great Wheel King, would definitely seek justice from the Beggars' Sect.

Then, Kumārajīva looked at Murong Fu and said with a smile, "Young Master Murong, why don't you take a look at my friend's martial arts skills?"

"Young Master Luo's martial arts are unfathomable, and I naturally admire him greatly," Murong Fu said without hesitation.

At this moment, he was sincerely grateful to Kumārajīva. He had brought Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e to Henan earlier with the intention of killing Russell and making a name for himself.

Midway through, they encountered a Tibetan monk who claimed to be an old friend of Murong Bo. After exchanging a few words, they learned about Russell from him in a different light and that his lineage was extraordinary. This made them change their minds.

After the previous exchange and chase, Murong Fu also felt how terrifying Russell's skill was. He was secretly shocked. If he really led his men to ambush and kill this person as he originally thought, then by this time next year, A'Zhu and A'Bi would probably be able to bring wine to his grave to pay their respects.

"Oh?" A glint flashed in Kumārajīva's eyes. He had originally thought that Russell might be slightly better than Murong Fu in terms of lightness skills, but judging from Murong Fu's tone, it seemed that he hadn't gained much advantage in a direct confrontation.

This was beyond his expectations.

He knew Murong Fu's martial arts skills very well. As the saying goes, a great reputation is not undeserved. In the world today, there are no more than two people who can defeat Murong Fu.

Although Russell is exceptionally talented, he is still young and lacks experience. Even if he masters the Wuchang Sanshou (a martial arts technique), he cannot defeat Murong Fu. The Murong family's ability to rise and fall is no joke.

Could it be that Russell has had some new adventure?

Indeed, he is a person blessed by Buddha with the destiny of heaven.

After calming himself down, Kumārajīva stopped caring about these trivial matters. Regardless of Russell's martial arts skills, it was none of his concern. The only thing he cared about was the Lesser Formless Skill that he had been longing for.

"Benefactor Luo, this is the secret manual of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill." Kumārajīva took out an ancient book made of human skin from his bosom and handed it to Russell.