Chapter 7: The Origin of Kung Fu

  As for Yu Shao Hua, Long Fei didn't dare to take advantage of her like he did with the two welcoming ladies at the entrance earlier and touch her jade-like hand, because although Yu Shao Hua's appearance was a notch higher than the twin beauties at the entrance, her leg skills were not something to be trifled with, and doing so would be no different from touching a tiger's whiskers.

  Long Fei carefully took the room card from Yu Shao Hua's hand, looked at it carefully, and saw that on the front were printed in gold the five characters "Xiang Long Da Jiu Dian" (Soaring Dragon Grand Hotel), although they were in gold, they were flat with the surface of the card, without any protrusion. On the back were printed some of the hotel's main service terms as well as the hotel's switchboard phone number.

  Long Fei held the card, full of question marks in his mind, and didn't know what Yu Shao Hua meant. So he deliberately asked: "What does this mean? Are you planning to keep me under long-term house arrest or do you think I'm handsome and want to take advantage of me? You should know that although Long Fei is poor, my ambition isn't. If you want to support me, you need to give me a reason first."

  Yu Shao Hua was already accustomed to Long Fei's unbridled mouth, and upon hearing this sentence, he didn't get angry, but instead glared at Long Fei and scolded: "Don't spout nonsense, I know you have many questions in your heart, but this isn't the place to talk, let's go to your room to discuss."

  After finishing speaking, Yu Shao Hua turned around and walked towards the elevator, Long Fei wanted to figure out the doubts in his mind, so he followed behind Yu Shao Hua.

  The door opened and Long Fei entered the room before Shao Hua.

  Wow, inside it's actually a three-bedroom two-hall suite, with two bedrooms, one study room, one living room and one dining room. Compared to ordinary family homes, it lacks only one kitchen, but the decoration of this room is absolutely high-end. Later, Long Fei found out that the decoration cost for just this one room was as high as 300,000 yuan. The price per night for this suite is 2,000 yuan, no wonder the Xianglong Hotel is known as the number one hotel in Huzhou City.

  Long Fei used to frequently dine at the Xianglong Hotel, but he only ever ordered a few of their signature dishes and had never stayed here before.

  Long Fei took off his jacket and threw it onto the sofa, walked to the window, opened it, took a deep breath of the natural wind on the 10th floor, then turned around, with an unusual expression, his face stern, he said to Shao Hua: "Alright, Officer Yu, I've been at your mercy all along the way, now you can speak."

  Yu Shao Hua seemed to find Long Fei's sudden change strange, and looked at him in surprise, but didn't say a word. He slowly sat down on the sofa facing Long Fei, picked up an orange from the tea table, peeled it while lost in thought, and even had a few sparkling tears appear in his eyes, as if he was recalling some sad past event.

  Long Fei saw Yu Shao Hua's sudden change and couldn't figure out what this mysterious beautiful woman was up to, so he also stopped talking. He sat down on the sofa beside Yu Shao Hua, propped his chin with his right hand, and stared at Yu Shao Hua without blinking, as if admiring a famous sculptor's work.

  It took a full five minutes for Yu Shao Hua to finally close the gate of memories, and at the same time, she found herself a bit out of sorts. She quickly pulled out a tissue from her bag and wiped away the few tears that had fallen. As she lifted her head, she saw Long Fei's fiery eyes staring straight at her, his gaze unwavering. Her face flushed red, but she didn't get angry, nor did she dare to meet Long Fei's gaze, instead looking down naturally, fiddling with the half-dry tissue that had been crumpled up with some tears.

  Taking a deep breath, Yu Shao Hua calmed down and began to recount the entire story from start to finish: "Since you are Master Yuan's only disciple, I suppose you must be very familiar with him. I don't know if he has ever mentioned someone named Yu Tian Xiong in front of you?"

  Unexpectedly, Yu Shao Hua's lengthy speech had just begun when Long Fei interrupted him: "Yu Tian Xiong? Who is Yu Tian Xiong? You also have the surname Yu, he has the surname Yu, do you guys have some kind of relationship? That old man only taught me martial arts and didn't say a single word to me, he seems like a mute, only giving me hand gestures."

  Yu Shao Hua was left speechless, his words were cut off as soon as he started speaking, and to make matters worse, Long Fei asked a whole bunch of tedious questions. Moreover, what Yu Shao Hua found most unbelievable was that Long Fei's martial arts skills were almost on par with his own, seemingly not taught by Master Yuan himself, and the fact that Master Yuan couldn't speak, there must be something fishy going on.

  Yu Shao Hua couldn't help but ask: "How did you and Master Yuan get to know each other? How long have you been learning martial arts from him?"

  "Was it the Grandmaster? They said it was the Grandmaster? Was that old man? No, I didn't learn from him. My martial arts skills can be said to have been taught by him, but also self-taught. At the time, he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, with many people chasing after him. I hid him away. Three days later, the old man still died from his injuries. Before dying, he gave me a book as a token of gratitude and wrote a few words on paper, saying that this book contained his lifetime of martial arts experiences. Later, I began to cultivate according to the contents of that book, and it took me five years to reach this level. Isn't my progress too slow?"

  Yu Shao Hua listened with his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, never expecting that Yuan Dashi, who was once evaluated by his father as the number one master, had also died. Moreover, before his death, he was being pursued and killed. In today's world, considering Yuan Dashi's martial arts skills, it is impossible for anyone in the current martial arts world to be his match. Furthermore, Yuan Dashi had been involved in many assassination missions over the years, and his lightness skill was unparalleled, so how could he have been pursued and killed?

  Yu Shao Hua thought of this and hastily asked Long Fei: "At that time, wasn't there a deep footprint on Yuan Dashi's body?"

  Long Fei scratched his head, thought carefully, and suddenly slapped his thigh, saying: "That's right, the old man's chest did have a footprint, and it was very deep. The skin around the footprint was green, and the closer to the footprint, the greener it was. It seemed that he had been kicked by someone very powerful."

  After listening to Long Fei's words, Yu Shao Hua couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. Back then, on Yu Tian Xiong's corpse, there was also a faint green footprint that wouldn't have been noticeable if not for Yu Shao Hua using clear water to clean his body. She hadn't told anyone about this and had only taken a photo of the faint green footprint with her camera. After the funeral, Yu Shao Hua searched through all sorts of materials and finally found out that it was a poisonous martial art called "Purple Green Print". If the person who was kicked didn't receive effective treatment, at first, the area around the footprint would turn green, taking their yin soul. Three days later, it would turn purple, taking their yang spirit. After another three days, once their yin and yang spirits were completely gone, they would definitely die. Once the person died, the footprint would start to fade, and the color would change from purple back to green before slowly fading away. Seven days later, there wouldn't be any marks left on the body. The name "Purple Green Print" also originated from this. As for how this martial art was cultivated, Yu Shao Hua had searched for many years but still hadn't found out.