Murong Fu told Gong Yeqian the general plan, and he was left to complete the details himself. Not to mention, considering how tall and tall he was, he was also proficient in architecture and mechanical skills.
"Sir, I'm afraid it will take a lot of manpower to build these two places."
Murong Fu pondered for a moment: "Let's first gather the strong men of the descendants of Dayan along Taihu Lake!"
"OK."
After Gong Yeqian left, Murong Fu was about to go back to his room to practice martial arts when a servant's voice came from outside the door: "Young Master, Master Xuanbei of Shaolin Temple is here to visit."
"Master Xuanbei? What is he here for?" Murong Fu suppressed the doubts in his mind and walked out.
When Murong Fu came to the gate, he saw an old monk wearing cassocks and kind-faced eyes standing there. He bowed slightly and said, "I don't know that Master is here. I am not greeted at a distance, so don't be surprised if you look forward to it."
Murong Fu didn't know what etiquette he should use when dealing with these martial arts celebrities, so he just said whatever came to mind.
"Amitabha, Donor Murong is too polite. It's me who has taken the liberty to disturb you." Xuanbei clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.
"Master, please come in."
The two came to the living room, and after the guests and hosts were seated, the servant brought tea. Murong Fu asked straight to the point, "I wonder why Master is here?"
Xuanbei seemed to have remembered something, sighed slightly and said, "I came here to ask for news about your father."
Murong Fu's heart trembled, "Murong Bo? That's right, that cheap daddy faked his death, and the reason why he faked his death was to avoid being held accountable by the Shaolin Temple. Hehe, he should be in your Shaolin Temple now!"
But he couldn't say this, so he pretended to be sad and replied: "My father returned to Yanziwu a few months ago and was seriously injured. He died within a few days."
"Murong Bo is dead?" Xuan Bei stood up slightly, with a surprised look on his face.
"Yes, even my mother died of depression two months ago due to excessive grief."
After hearing Murong Fu's answer, Xuan Bei frowned slightly, wondering what he was thinking. After a while, he sighed: "That's it, that's it."
Murong Fu pretended to be confused and asked: "I wonder why master wants to find my father?"
Xuanbei shook his head, "Since our old friend has gone to the west, it's okay not to mention this matter."
Murong Fu nodded, and Xuan Bei continued: "Then I will take my leave."
"It's rare for Master to come here once, so it's better to stay here longer."
"Amitabha, since the donor is so kind, I won't be polite."
"I..." Murong Fu's face froze, and he swallowed his "I'm just being polite" sentence alive, "I will arrange a place for the master to live right away."
After going out, several thoughts flashed through Murong Fu's mind. The old monk must have become suspicious. This was indeed a coincidence. The creditor came to the door and the debtor died immediately.
Murong Fu knew that Murong Bo was faking his death, but now he couldn't do anything. He only hoped that Murong Bo happened to be on the island at this time, so that Xuan Bei wouldn't see any flaws.
A few days later, Murong Fu personally escorted Xuanbei to the ferry. He felt relieved as he watched him leave as if nothing had happened.
In the blink of an eye, another half month passed, and Gong Yeqian and five thousand men were having sex on the island in full swing. Since Murong Fu practiced the nameless mind method, his six senses have improved more and more obviously.
Even the progress of practicing martial arts is getting faster and faster, reaching the point of photographic memory. Many second- and third-rate martial arts can be mastered after just one look, of course, advanced martial arts is not an example.
For example, Dou Zhuan Xing Shift can only be trained to the second level now. However, his internal strength is too low, and it is extremely difficult to practice to the second level. If he continues to practice hastily, he will definitely go crazy.
Murong Fu also found a fingering method from Huan Shi Shui Pavilion. He joined the fingers, a martial art created by the Murong family, which moved the inner energy invisible and struck out with the index finger to attack the enemy's acupuncture points in the air.
This fingering method is profound and mysterious, but its attack power is not high. It can only knock down the opponent. It is invisible and has a long attack distance. Now Murong Fu is just a beginner and can attack up to ten feet away.
However, with his current internal strength, he will be exhausted after using it three times at most, making it difficult to use it until a critical moment.
A'Zhu A'bi always clung to him. Although these two little girls were cute, they were still children. Murong Fu didn't have the patience to play with them, so he taught them a set of kung fu and let them practice it on their own.
Murong Fu wanted to go out and see the world outside, but before going out, he had to make arrangements for the renovation of Yanziwu.
There is no problem with the construction of military camps and academies. The problem is that when Deng Baichuan and Bao BuTong send people to the island, how will the military camps train troops? What will be taught in the academies?
Murong Fu had a headache and lamented the lack of talents. He only had four ministers under his command. Feng Bo evil was a fighting maniac. He was thankful not to cause trouble. He couldn't expect anything;
Bao BuTong was fond of bickering and was a forthright person, and he had lost a lot of money and food in charge of the Murong family over the years. Gong Yegan had a loyal and honest look, and it seemed that he was destined to be a blacksmith, and only Deng Baichuan could be used.
There was no other way, Murong Fu could only write down the content of the military training in the previous life at the university, slightly modify it, and add some items, such as the Yang family's marksmanship, the Yue family's boxing and other martial arts.
As for the academy, we will first hire some teachers to be able to read and write, learn some basic skills, and we will talk about the rest when we get back.
As for the construction of the base camp in the dark, Murong Fu wrote down the plan in detail and gave it to Gong Yeqian, and told him that he was going to travel.
Gong Yeqian refused to allow him to go out alone, and insisted on following him no matter what. But now that there was no one in charge in Yanziwu, Murong Fu persuaded him and promised that he would only let him go if he traveled around Suzhou.
The next day, Murong Fu had a long sword in his left hand and a baggage in his right hand, ready to go out. Amidst the tearful farewells of the two little girls, he left by boat.
The boat rowed for half an hour, and suddenly a burst of flower fragrance came to his nose with the wind. Murong Fu raised his eyes and saw an island not far away, "Which village is this?"
"Go back to the young master, this is Mantuo Villa!" The servant who punted the boat returned.
"Pull across." Murong Fu thought for a moment, then went to see the little cousin and confirm whether Li Qingluo had moved the Langhuan Jade Cave back.
When Murong Fu landed on the shore, he saw the island was full of birds and flowers, and the mist was misty, just like a fairyland on earth. He sighed in his heart: "After all, it is a place run by women. It is not like a group of big men in Shenhe Village. The island is either a tree or a mountain. There is a huge gap."
too big."
Suddenly two maids holding swords appeared in front of them: "Who are they?"
"Murong Fu!"
"Ah, Master Murong!" The two maids were a little surprised, but they still sheathed their swords slowly.
Murong Fu nodded: "Take me to see my aunt." He thought to himself: "Everyone in Shenhe Village always calls me Young Master or Young Master when they see me. When I come here, I call me Young Master Murong. The closeness is obvious. This is true for a maid, let alone that aunt.
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The maid took a step forward and said, "Please follow me." After saying that, she turned around and walked away.
In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the living room of the villa, Murong Fu sat down, and the maid went to report. After a while, a woman came in at the door.
Murong Fu raised his eyes and saw that the woman was wearing a bird-yellow silk shirt, with almond eyes and a beautiful nose, and a graceful figure. She was one part luxurious, one part cool, one part charming, and one part pure. She was none other than her aunt Li Qingluo.
When she went to pay homage to her mother, she met Murong Fu once, but at that time he was too confused and didn't feel anything. But now, even though Murong Fu has a twelve-year-old body, he feels like something is about to awaken in his body.
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Being stared at by this little nephew like this, Li Qingluo felt a little secretly happy for some reason in her heart. It seemed that she was still very young.
Li Qingluo moved lightly and came to sit next to Murong Fu. Seeing that her nephew was still staring at her, her handsome brows furrowed slightly and she coughed lightly, "Ahem..."
Murong Fu looked away awkwardly, "Auntie!"
"If you're not going to work on your family's great cause of restoring the country, why are you here?" Li Qingluo said in a cold voice. She never had a good look towards the Murong family.
"I came to see you and your cousin." Murong Fu was also helpless. He only knew that his aunt was at odds with his mother, but he didn't know exactly why.
Li Qingluo raised her eyebrows slightly, turned her head and snorted softly: "What's so good about me and Yu Yan?"
Murong Fu indeed thought so in his heart, but he did not dare to show it directly.
Murong Fu wanted to run Taihu Lake as his base camp. This Mantuo Mountain Villa was part of Yanziwu and had long been regarded as something in his pocket. It would be best to resolve it peacefully and resolve the grievances of the previous generation.
He then showed a flattering smile and said, "I don't miss my aunt and cousin yet, so I came to see them."