Xuan Bei stood up from his chair and made a Buddhist salute to Murong Fu with one hand.
"Little benefactor Murong has misunderstood me. This time, we are indeed here to pay our respects to old benefactor Murong Bo.”
Murong Fu saw Xuan Bei speak like this and was observing him secretly. When he faced Xuan Bei's direct gaze, he found that Xuan Bei did not dodge at all.
"Since Master is here to pay his respects to my late father, what's with the little monk outside?”
Although Murong Fu was already angry, Xuan Bei's face showed a little anger.
Hearing this, Xuan Bei was both happy and sad.
They were happy that Lu Feng had monstrous talent. At such a young age, he could fight three people alone. Not only did he not lose the reputation of Shaolin Temple, but he also made Shaolin Temple even more famous. What was painful was that Lu Feng was too young and impulsive. He did not know how to hide his edge. In the other party's territory, he had lost face.
If Murong Fu was hostile to him, then the task assigned by his senior brother would basically be considered a failure.
After thinking about it, Xuan Bei nodded his head and said.
"Young Master Murong, if you are not lying, that little monk is indeed a Shaolin disciple and the only personal disciple of my abbot senior brother.”
Seeing Xuan Bei admit it, Murong Fu was furious at the little monk's way of doing things.
At this moment, he couldn't care less about the friendship between Xuan Bei and Murong Bo, who had been good friends for many years, and walked out angrily.
Deng Baichuan and the others followed Murong Fu out of the living room.
Seeing this, Xuan Bei had to follow closely. Although it was unlikely that Murong Fu and the other benefactors would join forces to deal with Lu Feng, he was still worried.
However, before he left, the Senior Brother in charge had repeatedly instructed him to take good care of Lu Feng. If anything happened to him here, he would not be able to explain it to the Senior Brother in charge when he returned to the Shaolin Temple.
Murong Fu and the rest walked to the training field.
Murong Fu glanced over and saw Wang Yuyan sitting alone at the side. As for that little girl A'Zhu, she was surrounding the little monk. The two of them were chatting and laughing, talking about something.
Immediately, Murong Fu was furious. Not only did he hit his retainer, but he was also chatting and laughing with his servant girl.
Murong Fu was furious. He didn't have a good impression of the little monk that Xuan Bei had brought with him. He even cursed.
"Little monk, monks don't have pure hearts and few desires. They eat vegetarian food and recite scriptures.”
When Lu Feng and A'Zhu heard the voice coming from behind, A'Zhu hurriedly walked to Wang Yuyan's side. Lu Feng's originally smiling face immediately became at a loss.
When Xuan Bei saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Lu Feng to the side.
"Martial Nephew Xu Kong, what are you doing?”
After all, Xuan Bei felt that Lu Feng was too young and had lived in the Shaolin Temple for a long time. He had not yet developed the wisdom of love between men and women. At most, there were no women in the Shaolin Temple.
Now that he had come down the mountain, there was a girl of about the same age. There were some things that he could not say to his senior brothers and sisters on the mountain. It was understandable to say it to the little girl.
Lu Feng didn't hide anything and confessed to Xuan Bei.
"Martial Uncle, that female benefactor was only asking about what happened yesterday!”
Xuan Bei asked Lu Feng with a puzzled look.
Seeing Xuan Bei's eyes, Lu Feng continued.
"That female benefactor asked me yesterday how to see through her disguise technique and what flaws there are in it.”
Lu Feng recounted everything that had happened just now. Just as the two of them were about to continue talking, they heard a voice from behind.
"Shaolin disciples are so mighty. They can actually come to my Canshe Village to behave atrociously!”
Lu Feng turned around and saw Wang Yuyan standing behind a man.
The man in the lead was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was dressed in white and had a jade-like face. At a closer look, he was indeed a handsome young master.
As for Wang Yuyan, her gaze was completely focused on the man.
"Murong Fu?"
Seeing the look in the eyes of this person and Wang Yuyan, as well as the respectful attitude of Feng Poliu and the others, Lu Feng instantly recognized the identity of this person.
"Murong Fu, you have such a good appearance!”
Putting aside his bloodline, Murong Fu was indeed quite good-looking.
However, that was all. Compared to Lu Feng, there was still a gap.
Lu Feng's eyes flashed. He was about to open his mouth, but his eyes fell on Xuan Bei and he closed his mouth again.
Xuan Bei was an experienced man, and he was also Lu Feng's uncle master. Lu Feng believed that Xuan Bei could handle this.
On the side, Xuan Bei heard Murong Fu's words, and the trace of good feelings he had for the Murongs disappeared without a trace.
Back then, old mister Murong Bo was a heroic figure. Now, Murong Fu's heart had fallen by a huge chunk.
"Young Master Murong, you've misunderstood. This old monk's Martial Nephew is merely sparring with you benefactors and has no intention of offending you.”
"I hope Young Master Murong doesn't blame me!"
Murong Fu had always been headstrong, and when he saw Xuan Bei taking sides, he laughed in anger.
"Hahahaha…In the future, if I go to the Shaolin Temple and treat the Shaolin Temple like this in front of everyone, I hope that the eminent monk will still have such a temperament.”
Murong Fu then turned to stare at Lu Feng, then glared at the latter hatefully.
He realized that the little monk was so young that he was about the same age as his servant girls, A'Zhu and A'Bi.
A young monk he didn't know had come to Canhe Village to behave atrociously. If he didn't teach him a lesson and this matter spread to the martial arts world, the people in the martial arts world would probably laugh at him for being incompetent.
Murong Fu didn't say anything else. He leaped up and flew onto the stage in a few steps.
Murong Fu reached out his right index finger and middle finger and pointed at Lu Feng.
"Get up here!"
The two words were so loud that it was deafening in Lu Feng's ears.
Lu Feng glanced at Xuan Bei, who nodded secretly.
Lu Feng took the opportunity to say something to Xuan Bei in a low voice. After Lu Feng went on stage, Xuan Bei also left the martial arts practice field.
Donor Murong, you've misunderstood me. I've been traveling the Jianghu under my master's orders. The sparring with you earlier was also…"
However, Murong Fu didn't give him a chance to explain.
"Little monk, stop pretending. Let me teach you a lesson first.”
While Murong Fu was speaking, Lu Feng used the system to check Murong Fu's attribute panel.
Name: Murong Fu
[Cultivation Talent: Grade Nine]
[Heart Technique: Family Heart Technique]
[Cultivation: Late stage of first-rate realm]
[Cultivation Techniques: Mercy Saber Technique, Wind Returning Buddha Willow Saber Technique, Demon Subduing Saber Technique, Revolving Stars (Beginner)…]
Murong Fu, who was in front of him, was also at the late-stage first-rate realm. When Lu Feng saw the Star Transposition at the back of the cultivation technique, his eyes lit up and his heart burned.
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