Yanziwu, in the inner room.

Murong Fu took out a ginseng from the family treasure and gave it to Le Ye for lunch, and then continued his life planning.

If you want to achieve hegemony, you naturally need to go beyond the external skills of accumulating talents, arranging the world, earning money and recruiting troops, you must also enhance your own strength.

Looking through the history books, most of the founding emperors of the past dynasties had unparalleled military force. They could kill the enemy on horseback and bring peace to the country. Otherwise, how could they convince the public?

[How to practice martial arts?] Murong Fu wrote these four words on the paper.

The art of martial arts is more about excellence than quantity, and the Murong family's Longcheng Sword Technique, Star Shift, and Shen Zhi are all unique, so there is no need to abandon the near and seek the far.

Among them, Dou Zhuan Xing Shift is an infinitely wonderful martial art, which is the ancestral skill of the Murong family in Gusu.

The great thing about this Kung Fu is that it can arbitrarily transfer the internal force of the opponent's martial arts and the strength and direction of the moves, so as to injure the opponent or a third party, while leaving oneself unscathed.

The hundreds of martial arts schools hidden in his own Shenhe Village are used to prepare for the practice. However, manpower is sometimes exhausted, and Murong Fu feels that there is no need to spend too much time on research for the time being.

As long as the internal strength is strong, one move of Dragon City Sword Technique can dominate the world.

Now that he had the help of the Yuan-Building Pill, Murong Fu was very confident. Before he was thirty, he would definitely have martial arts that would shock the past and the present.

When the time comes, he will investigate carefully and find out who killed his father! He must cut his enemy into pieces with his own hands to avenge his father's death!

Having made up his mind, Murong Fu crumpled up the paper in his hand and tore it into pieces.

"Abi."

Abi, who was on duty in the outer room, came in quickly.

"Master?"

Murong Fu had already sat back at the main seat behind the table, imitating his father's usual posture of sitting upright, and said in a deep voice: "Inform A'Zhu so that she does not have to take risks to obtain any martial arts from him in the future.

In addition, in the recent period, A'Zhu first focused on collecting information on which companies in Suzhou and Hangzhou are engaged in overseas trade, which companies are major shipbuilders, and the local officialdom.

Remember, the priority is to protect yourself, and proceed slowly with intelligence matters, not in a hurry."

"Okay, Master." Abi said happily.

Although A'Zhu has excellent disguise skills, taking risks to steal his secrets is extremely risky. If he is caught, it is almost a dead end. Now he finally no longer has to take risks.

Murong Fu thought for a while and continued: "In the name of the Murong family, I order the four major village owners to sell all their businesses outside Suzhou and Hangzhou from today on and shrink their sphere of influence.

Within ten years we will still focus on preserving ourselves and developing ourselves.”

Abi's eyes lit up, and her little head straightened: "I obey."

In the past, Mr. Murong had a strong reputation in the entire martial arts world because of his martial arts skills. He also had close friendships with the leaders and elders of the major martial arts sects, so the Murong family had business all over the Central Plains.

Now, with the sudden death of his old man, the four retainers have been traveling around almost all day to deal with the funeral affairs, and the results are not good, not to mention not much profit, and they have to provide a lot of subsidies to their subordinates.

However, in this case, does the young master just sell his land? Don’t you feel bad?

Abi looked at the young master softly and hesitated to speak.

"Okay, let's go down and notify them. If they have any objections, let them come back to me in three months. I want to practice in seclusion.

Oh, by the way, Abi went to the medicine store to get some medicinal materials for me. I will write the list and put it on the table in a moment. After you get it, send it to my secret room." Murong Fu continued to give instructions.

"Okay~" Abi agreed and left quickly.

"Whoosh~" The yellow shadow flashed, and the little yellow cat followed.

"Hehe, Master Le, you are already a master, why are you still so naughty? Hmm, where are you going~"

In the distance, the sound of girls playing could be heard.

Murong Fu's handsome face showed a long-lost smile, and then quickly put it away.

"As a future king, you should not show any emotions. Only when people can't figure it out will they be in awe."

…

Strength lies in persistence and hard work. Of course, sometimes luck is also important.

In the secret room, the young man began to practice the family's internal energy and refine his Qi according to his ten years' habit.

Internal strength is basically accumulated over time, and you can achieve something with almost no slack every day. Of course, your basic qualifications are also a relatively important factor.

The internal skills of his Murong family are considered to be top-notch in the entire Central Plains. Coupled with his excellent bones, Murong Fu can already be regarded as a master of martial arts in his teenage years. According to the estimation of his father Murong Bo, he may be in his thirties or forties.

He can become a top master, comparable to some elders from big factions.

But, for some unknown reason today, after practicing for a while, Murong Fu opened his eyes in surprise.

If in the past, refining energy and transforming qi was like walking along a narrow path, moving forward step by step, today it is simply like riding a war horse and charging on the official road, running endlessly.

This half-quarter of an hour's hard work has actually yielded results in one day.

However, refining essence and transforming qi is refining the essence of the body. If you indulge in too much every day, it will be easy to overdo it and cause five physical deficiencies.

Wuxu is a general term for the external symptoms of deficiency of essence and qi in the five internal organs, namely thin pulse, cold skin, lack of qi, loose stools, and inability to eat properly.

After thinking for a while, Murong Fu simply started to practice the strangely named physical training technique. It was better to wait for Abi to prepare the medicine for internal strength.

Body training should not consume much energy in the body.

…

Yanziwu.

"Sister!"

"Master Butler."

"Abi."

…

Abi walked all the way to the bird garden with the little yellow cat in her arms. Servants and retainers greeted her from time to time.

It has been more than six hundred years since the fall of Dayan. Over the years, although the Murong family has never succeeded, they have made a lot of efforts, such as fast communication such as flying pigeons to send letters.

Flying pigeons usually release many pigeons at once. Even if two are caught and stewed, the transmission of information will not be delayed. However, there is a risk of information leakage.

Abi wrote some inexplicable sentences on a piece of paper that only Murong's family could understand, and tied them to the homing pigeon's feet.

Generally, these homing pigeons can only travel back and forth between two fixed places.

Fortunately, before each departure, A'Zhu and several retainers would tell him the specific location. All she had to do was release the homing pigeon to the fixed communication point of the Murong family.

"Hey, why are the pigeons so good today?" When tying up the letter, Abi was a little confused.

In the past, these pigeons were very naughty, jumping around and sometimes pecking her hands. Today, let alone jumping, they just stood there staring at her and trembling.

Observing the pigeons' gaze, Abi noticed that each of them looked over her shoulder.

Turning her head, she saw the little yellow cat staring at the pigeons with bright eyes and evil eyes, its mouth slightly open, revealing its sharp fangs.

"Meow~" Miao Le was very unhappy when his sight was suddenly blocked by a pair of small hands.

"Master Le, this is a homing pigeon, you are not allowed to eat it! Tomorrow I will send someone to the city to bring you some pigeons and come back to make you a feast of ten pigeons." Abigail said angrily.

"Meow meow~"

It’s a deal!

…

In the evening, Abi waited outside the secret room for a long time with medicinal materials and food, but she still didn't see the young master coming out, so she was shocked.

Although martial arts training is a retreat, it is not a spiritual practice. You need to eat, drink, and have diarrhea. How could you not come out for so long?

According to the rules, Abi waited until six hours into the night before opening the secret room. She saw the young master in the middle of the stone room with a haggard look and sunken eye sockets.

this???

Abi, who was already well versed in the world, shrugged her nose, then felt a little strange.

I didn't smell anything strange, so why did the young master become like this? Could it be that he was possessed by something crazy?

Half an hour later, the hospital.

While the old Chinese medicine doctor was feeling the master's pulse, he looked at Abi and felt that his decades of medical skills seemed to have been in vain.

This Abi is still a baby, how did you do it like this? You can't do it manually, right?

Unknowingly, he had broken several of the old Chinese medicine doctor's beard.

"Old Huang, what's wrong with the young master?" Abi asked anxiously.

Lao Huang pondered for a while and decided that there were some things that should not be said and could not be said.

"The problem is not serious. It may be due to over-practicing. It is just a general loss of energy and mental exhaustion. You are still young, so you just need to rest more and eat something good."

"That's good~" Abisong said.

…

At noon on the second day, Murong Fu woke up slowly and stared resentfully at the little yellow cat beside the bed who was eating his breakfast.

"Master Le, you tricked me!"

"Meow!" the little yellow cat said confidently.
To be continued...