Died of old age, and you tell me this is a life simulation?

Lu Wushuang nodded and said softly, "I know. Wushuang always listens to Master. Wherever Master goes, Wushuang goes!"

If she hadn't experienced these few days, she might have been able to bear it.

But now...

Even if Li Mochou drove her away, she didn't want to leave.

There was a creaky sound as the door was pushed open. Hong Lingbo came in carrying some breakfast. Seeing the master and disciple hugging each other, he said with a smile, "Master, Little Junior Sister, it's time for breakfast~"

Lu Wushuang's eyes suddenly lit up and she stared closely at the fragrant food in Hong Lingbo's hand.

To be honest, I'm not hungry.

But when she saw the food, she couldn't help herself.

Li Mochou patted her and said, "Go wash up first."

A quarter of an hour later, seeing that Lu Wushuang had eaten quite a bit and wanted to eat more, Hong Lingbo stopped her: "Little Junior Sister, don't eat too much. Just fill your stomach."

It is not good for people who are often hungry to suddenly eat too much.

At least there needs to be a transition period to slowly build up your appetite.

When Lu Wushuang heard this, although she was a little reluctant, she obeyed and stopped eating.

In fact, she was also full.

But I've been afraid of being hungry in recent years.

If I have a good meal, I will stuff it into my mouth even if I die.

They were afraid of not having the next meal, and didn't care whether they could afford it or not.

Li Mochou guessed at this little disciple's thoughts and felt even more pity for him. She said softly, "Your senior sister is doing this for your own good. When you recover, ask her to buy you whatever you want to eat. How about that?"

Lu Wushuang smiled shyly when she heard this.

I secretly glanced at Hong Lingbo and saw her nodding with a smile. My heart suddenly felt warm and I said "yes".

Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo looked at each other, smiling but with a subtle look on their faces.

Most people are thinking that they should cherish Hong Lingbo during this period.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the little girl looks very well-behaved and cute now, but she is actually very lively and smart. As you get along with her for a long time, you will rarely see this kind of behavior.

It belongs to Lu Wushuang. Well-behaved and pitiful. Limited time edition!

The deadline should be roughly one or two years.

Hong Lingbo smiled and held the little girl in his arms, then asked Li Mochou, "Master, when do we set out?"

Li Mochou's eyes flickered slightly, and he said thoughtfully, "Wait a few more days, let Wushuang rest for a while."

"Yeah, too."

Lu Wushuang listened quietly, her eyes showing ripples of curiosity.

Li Mochou looked at her and smiled slightly: "Starting tomorrow, I will personally teach you the inner skills of our sect."

Lu Wushuang didn't quite understand what it meant. She had never been exposed to these things before, but that didn't stop her from being happy.

After several days, with enough food, the little girl's complexion gradually improved.

Thanks to Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo who often used their internal energy to nourish his body, Lu Wushuang's learning process of the [Ancient Tomb Heart Method] was also extremely smooth.

After a few more days, the master and his two disciples left Jiaxing and headed south.

Suzhou.

Swallow Valley.

Murong Fu and four of his retainers returned by boat.

When they arrived at Chanhe Manor, a servant reported, "Master, about two months ago, a disciple of the Beggars' Sect presented us with a visiting card."

Murong Fu and Deng Baichuan looked at each other, and their hearts were moved slightly.

I took the visiting card and read it carefully.

Bao Bu Tong asked curiously, "Master, whose visiting card is this?"

Murong Fu said calmly, "The former leader of the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng's."

Everyone exclaimed, with different expressions.

In today’s martial arts world, who doesn’t know about the dramatic changes that happened within the Beggars’ Sect two months ago!

The famous Northern Qiao Feng was actually a Khitan barbarian! For a time, everyone was ashamed!

Feng Bo'e sighed, "It's a pity for such a hero to be gone."

Murong Fu silently put down the visiting card without making any comment.

He didn't really want to discuss this.

After all, the ancestors of the Murong family were not from the Central Plains, but from the Xianbei people.

The difference is...

The Khitan now has the Liao Dynasty, but the Xianbei do not have the Yan Dynasty!

Perhaps because of this, once Qiao Feng's Khitan origins were revealed, he was rejected and loathed by the martial arts community.

On the other hand, it was Murong Fu. The Murong clan's ancestors were Xianbei, and everyone in the martial arts world knew about it, but no one was seen to be hostile to him or isolate him.

Such a comparison could not make Murong Fu feel at ease.

Instead, I feel more and more that the task of restoring the nation is a heavy responsibility.

Otherwise, you don’t even have the qualifications to be taken seriously!

Thinking of this, Murong Fu looked a little gloomy.

Over the years, he has been traveling around frequently for the cause of national restoration.

Unfortunately, things don’t go smoothly.

First of all, it is the foundation of one's life, martial arts.

A few years ago, he accidentally got the Shaolin supreme martial art "Yi Jin Jing" from his aunt's Mantuo Villa. At that time, he was ecstatic, and thought that he could practice the peerless magic skills. However, after studying it until now, he has not been able to practice any skills, and instead neglected the family martial arts.

Fortunately, he also got a lot of secret manuals in the library and practiced many middle and high-level martial arts of various sects, which made him quite proficient.

But at this level, progress is ultimately limited.

It did not meet his psychological expectations.

Secondly, in terms of increasing revenue and reducing expenditure.

If we want to restore our country, we must first have money and food! We cannot do without!

But the Murong family was in decline after all.

The family's financial resources were limited, and with his various actions and arrangements, he was becoming increasingly unable to support himself.

We need to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

All kinds of actions and everything require money. It is impossible to save money, and we can only increase revenue.

For this matter, Murong Fu really racked his brains and ran around everywhere, and only then was he able to barely gather some industries to maintain his life.

But it’s still a drop in the bucket.

Until he noticed Mantuo Villa again.

In the past two years, there seems to be a lot of activity there, with large ships coming and going constantly. I heard that they have business in many places in Jiangnan!

Upon further investigation, perfume, soap, expensive rouge...

These new expensive things actually all come from here!

Even without knowing the specific details, Murong Fu could guess that the profits would be huge!

Murong Fu was instantly attracted. If he could own even one of these businesses, even a stake in them would be enough to support his various actions, and he wouldn't even have to worry about financial resources anymore.

He visited Mantuo Villa several times for this matter, hoping to discuss it with his aunt and shamelessly ask for a share.

But unfortunately, every time I tried, I came back empty-handed.

Not to mention discussing it, he didn't even meet his aunt.

seem......

A few years ago, his aunt took his cousin out and never came back.

Grandma Rui, who manages Mantuo Villa, is clueless about anything.

Where did you go? I don’t know!

What to do? I don’t know!

When will you be back? I don’t know!

There are all kinds of doubts, but no explanation.

All of Murong Fu's thoughts and ideas were wasted.

How can we discuss things when we can’t even see the person?!

No matter how many ideas you have, they are useless.

Money is a tempting thing, and he had thought about robbing it directly. One of the reasons for going out this time was to find out the business and details of Mantuo Villa in various places in order to take it over.

result......

Thinking about the experience of this trip, Murong Fu felt a chill in his heart.

The caravan that came out of Mantuo Villa was truly a den of dragons and tigers.

And they are well-trained and can be called a powerful team!

He had absolutely no idea where to start!

The key is......

There's more than one team!

From what he knew, every team of traveling merchants was like this!

Murong Fu was shocked, but also couldn't help but feel his heart beating fast.

That scene was so wonderful. Wasn't he putting so much thought into it just to recruit soldiers and restore his country?!

If we can get this help, it will be like adding wings to a tiger!

Murong Fu took a deep breath and looked towards the direction of Mantuo Villa with burning eyes.

He planned to visit again tomorrow, even if he had to use some tough measures, to force out the whereabouts of his aunt and cousin.

My aunt has never liked the Murong family, so even if they met, it would probably be difficult for her to get what she wanted. However, his cousin had a good impression of him when she was young, so she might be able to persuade her through this.

If I can get a certain share through my cousin,

Even, in charge of this power and industry...

Then he has great potential!

A gleam of light flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, and he was secretly excited.

Deng Baichuan didn't know what Murong Fu was thinking, but seeing him frowning in thought, he roughly guessed that it was related to the revival of Great Yan. After pondering for a while, he said carefully, "Master, there is some progress on the matter I told you about earlier."

"Ok?"

Murong Fu came back to his senses and looked at Deng Baichuan.

Deng Baichuan said, "The great sage who wrote the 'Barefoot Medical Records,' Mr. Fang Han, is said to be living in seclusion in Linshui County."

Murong Fu's expression changed: "Is this true?"

Deng Baichuan: “It’s pretty much the same!”

Murong Fu's eyes were dim, and no one knew what he was thinking.

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