The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 303: Senior Sisters and Junior Brothers, Frank Calculation

"The Gusu Murong family is truly extraordinary. I admire them!" Ding Chunqiu looked at the large sleeves that were full of holes from being stabbed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. As for Murong Fu, he was not trying to please him either. His right hand was shaking and he couldn't even hold the sword.

"Sir, you are a master of martial arts and have extraordinary internal strength. I admire you!" Murong Fu did not tolerate him. He secretly mocked this bastard for not being able to win with his moves and cheating by using his internal strength. Otherwise, how could he have lost?

"My Gusu Murong family's 'Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate' targets the wrist and aims to stop the war. As soon as the war starts, it will be subdued. Sir, you are always able to avoid the sharp edge, and finally use your finger techniques to strike back and repel the long sword. It's really brilliant!" Murong Fu started talking nonsense, and forcibly called the Nine Swords of Dugu the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate. However, he was not wrong to say so. The moves were more like the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate, but the artistic conception was the Nine Swords of Dugu.

The two foxes, one big and one small, were flattering each other. Murong Fu even said a few hypocritical words about medical skills, which made Ding Chunqiu even more shocked. He really didn't dare to poison him easily this time.

Before, I thought that the Murong family was bullied because they only had orphans and widows left. Now it seems that they are not easy to deal with. I planned to poison them to bully them because they couldn't see through it. Even if I suspected them, I couldn't find any evidence. But now it seems that they are also experts. I can't act like this even for Li Qingluo.

Old Madam Murong saw and heard everything clearly from the side, and was secretly amused in her heart. The Gusu Murong family did not have any of the Thirteen Divine Swords. The reason why Fu'er was able to gain the upper hand was that he took advantage of Ding Chunqiu because they had agreed not to use internal force, and he bullied the other party with his long sword and realm.

But he never knew that Fu'er was so talented in swordsmanship. Even his father couldn't have achieved such a level of talent in crushing first-class masters before he came of age.

Could it be that I was wrong before, and Fu'er is not just an above-average talent, but a true genius that appears once in a century?

Or maybe, suddenly got it?

Thinking carefully about the abnormalities of these two sons, Mrs. Murong suddenly became suspicious. Could it be that someone was secretly guiding and teaching Fu'er? Who could it be?

A master from the Xiaoyao Sect? Or perhaps a guardian hidden in the dark by the Murong clan?

Both of these speculations were possible. After all, it wasn't surprising that his intention to accept Li Qingluo had attracted the attention of the rest of the Xiaoyao Sect. It wasn't surprising that the Murong clan had a secret protector either. After all, every century-old clan had a backup plan. Anyone who could hide this from himself and even his own master must be something extraordinary.

Wait, why couldn't it be Master herself? Maybe she just faked her death back then?

More than 20 years ago, my husband's father went astray and died in a foreign land. Since then, my master has been depressed. If she didn't have a son to raise and educate, she might have followed him. Until my husband grew up and could stand on his own, I promised myself to him and passed away.

But, is Master truly dead? I've never seen her body, perhaps she's withdrawn from the world out of love. But no one is without feelings. Seeing the Murong family's decline, she secretly contacts Fu'er, intending to raise him to adulthood, just as she raised her own husband.

Thinking of this, Madam Murong smiled with satisfaction and, for once, praised Murong Fu. Then, she continued speaking to Ding Chunqiu, this time with a more arrogant and assertive tone. Ding Chunqiu, also a clever man, saw that Madam Murong was confident, and he felt a little insecure himself. Although he felt depressed, he could only force himself to endure it.

"I heard that my sister-in-law also has some family property in Dali Kingdom, but it's mostly floating wealth. If it is left in Dali without anyone to take care of it, it may end up in the hands of outsiders. I wonder..." Old Lady Murong did not hide it this time. She almost revealed his origins, which shocked Ding Chunqiu.

Madam Murong dismissed the servants with a wave of her hand, even refusing to allow Murong Fu to be present. She then said leisurely, "Our origins are not something that can be revealed to outsiders. Even my late husband, Bing Fu'er, didn't know. But I am, after all, the mistress of the Murong family, and I must be considerate of them. Junior Brother Ding, please bear with me if I have offended you. I bear no ill will towards Junior Sister Li, otherwise I would never have allowed my own brother to marry her."

Ding Chunqiu was startled when he heard this, but then he suddenly realized, "So it's Senior Sister in person. I wonder which Senior Uncle or Uncle in the World is this person's disciple?"

Madam Murong glanced at him and said, "Do you think it could be my uncle? As for my master's name, it's not something I can tell anyone else, not even to my fellow disciples. Since I'm being frank, I want Junior Brother Ding to know that I mean no harm and can protect Junior Sister Li. Please don't harbor any ill intentions."

Ding Chunqiu laughed heartily and said, "So we are truly a family. I didn't know this before, so please forgive me, Senior Sister. Now that we've spoken, how dare I play tricks on you? But there are some things I need your advice on. My adopted daughter is Uncle Li's daughter, and she's actually my junior sister. You must know that. Her origins are undeniable, but her personality is a little..."

Ding Chunqiu then told the story of Li Qingluo and Duan Zhengchun, which made Old Madam Murong look very cold. It turned out that the woman her own brother married had someone else in her heart, and not only in her heart, but also in her belly.

"Wang Erlang himself knows about this. Otherwise, why didn't they have their wedding night last night? It's because he was afraid of hurting the unborn child. He just doesn't know who the biological father is. Li Qingluo only said that he was a powerful and treacherous thief who arranged a marriage of equal status to consolidate his power and then abandoned her." Ding Chunqiu said, "Senior Sister is not an outsider, so I will tell you the truth. Qingluo hasn't completely forgotten that treacherous thief, but she does have feelings for Wang Erlang."

Madam Murong snorted coldly with a dark face, and left with a flick of her sleeves. "This sister-in-law is really capable. She actually played my arrogant brother in the palm of her hand. Well, well, what a good Junior Sister Li! This is their own business. What can I, as their married sister, do? But there is one thing I must make clear. The past is the past. If Junior Sister Li continues to flirt with that adulterer in the future, don't blame me, your senior sister, for being rude!"

Ding Chunqiu said hurriedly, "Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog. Junior Sister Li is now Madam Wang, the wife of the owner of Mantuo Villa. The Murong clan is respected on Taihu Lake. That philandering prince is far away in Dali, and he can hardly fly to this isolated island even if he has wings. Everything is in the palm of your hand."

But he knew that Duan Zhengchun was currently nearby, at another lover's place. Not only that, he also picked up a child from his lover, and he didn't know whether to give it to his senior sister as a gift.

Ding Chunqiu thought for a moment and decided not to cause any more trouble. It would be bad to provoke her anger and provoke the Duan family of Dali. It would be even worse if she got hurt and took her anger out on Li Qingluo.

However, perhaps I could give her the orphan under an assumed name. It would be very interesting to raise a baby girl who turned out to be the daughter of my enemy. Ding Chunqiu, with a sense of mischief, smiled slightly and said loudly, "Madam, please allow me to inform you that I have some financial resources and manpower outside and will send them to Mantuo Villa as a dowry. Please do not despise me."

Old Madam Murong turned around abruptly and glared at him fiercely, but even she was reluctant to give up all those martial arts secrets, so she could only grit her teeth and agree. However, this meant she would have to tolerate Li Qingluo a little, which really made her unhappy.

"In that case, please give us a heads up in advance, sir, to avoid any misunderstandings and ruined things by your ignorant subordinates." Madam Murong's threat was so stern that Ding Chunqiu almost laughed out loud in his heart.

I love watching a play the most, especially a good play by others!

When my "adopted daughter" gave birth, I would head to the pre-prepared base to establish my own sect, diligently studying and practicing while serving as the patriarch and leading a carefree life. I bet my uncle would be generally satisfied with my arrangements. After all, she herself had neglected her daughter, so it was only natural for me to let go.

But that dead master never passed on the true teachings of the Xiaoyao Sect to him, and his senior brother only mentioned a place name. The Beiming Sea is so vast, it is not easy to find a secret place where things are hidden.