Since Shaolin wanted to keep the bodies of Xuanci and the others for proper burial, Murong Fu ignored this matter and took away the bodies of his relatives and friends, as well as Xiao Feng's body and jade statue with the other heroes.
Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a sense of relief when he saw this archenemy who was eliminated by himself before he even knew the truth.
He didn't want to be an enemy of Xiao Feng. He thought that the other party would always die. Although he killed him, he still retained his position. He would not fall into the situation where the whole world had abandoned him and had no place to stay in the ending of the original work.
The group of people descended the mountain in a mighty manner and rested in a wide area.
Murong Fu also took this opportunity to select a talker from each faction and region. In the future, he would only be responsible for mobilizing these people, and they would be responsible for communicating with the Wulin Alliance allies in each region. ✤✫
This would also save Murong Fu, the leader of the alliance, a lot of effort.
At present, the movements of the Liao Kingdom are still unknown. Murong Fu decided that each faction should go back to bury the relatives and friends who were massacred in the battle of Shaolin. After he found out whether the Liao Kingdom had any intention to invade the Song Dynasty, he would then convene the heroes to discuss countermeasures.
No one had any objections, saying that no matter where they were, as long as Murong Fu gave an order, they would all come to help.
Murong Fu bowed down to thank everyone, and then joined more than a dozen speakers to make a blood alliance, which was witnessed by all the heroes in the world.
After all this was done, everyone parted ways.
Before leaving, Murong Fu said that if there were people who were seriously injured and difficult to treat, they could go with the You family to Juxian Manor, where Doctor Xue would treat them free of charge.
After bidding farewell to everyone, Murong Fu took Ah Zi and the four ministers back to the inn. In addition to Ding Chunqiu and his disciples, Jiumozhi and the Duan family also followed.
Murong Fu ignored Ding Chunqiu and did not bother with Duan Zhengchun's family. Instead, he glanced at Jiumozhi, who understood and entered the room to meet him alone.
"Master came to Shaolin today. He probably didn't come to see the fun, right?"
Murong Fu sat on the table and looked at Jiumozhidao curiously.
"Mr. Murong, the matter you told the young monk has made preliminary progress!"
After Jiumozhi saw Murong Fu fighting with the sweeping monk on Shaoshi Mountain, his fear of him turned into deep fear.
"Oh? I wonder which prince of your country the master has chosen?"
Murong Fu asked.
"This is Prince Zongzan. Although this person acts foolishly, he has no scheming and is easy to control!"
Jiumozhi said.
Nowadays, there are only a few tribes and tribes left in Tubo, which are no longer as powerful as they were during the Tang Dynasty. His status as a national advisor is almost second only to that of the king. It is not difficult to support a prince to rise to power.
"Prince Zongzan? Not bad..."
Murong Fu thought of the silly prince whom Xixia had married. If he wanted to support a puppet to rise to power, he would be the perfect person.
"Everything should be done according to the master's ideas. In a short period of time, there is no need for the master to contribute. Just assist the prince to ascend to the throne."
Murong Fu also knew that the Tubo Kingdom had now declined to the point where it was comparable to that of Dali, but mosquitoes were still meat no matter how small they were, so in his current situation, he was not picky.
After Jiumozhi expressed his understanding, he told Murong Fu some details before leaving.
Murong Fu asked Jiumozhi to call Ding Chunqiu in by the way.
Ding Chunqiu came to the room and glanced at Murong Fu with a slightly complicated look. Seeing that there was no one around, a cold evil smile flashed across his face and he said sarcastically: "Master, how are you doing, old man?"
Murong Fu narrowed his eyes and asked, "What did you call me?"
"Master, you don't have to hide it from your disciple. Where did your white hair come from? I fully understood it when Murong Fu entered the wooden house that day!"
Ding Chunqiu sneered, but what he said made Murong Fu shudder.
"Haha, did this old thief also want to have sex with you?"
Murong Fu's bad memories were brought back, and his expression became particularly gloomy.
"What? You...you're not him? How is this possible?"
When Ding Chunqiu heard Murong Fu's words, he seemed to realize something. He was so frightened that he fell to the ground, stunned and speechless.
"That old thief has been killed by me, tell me what you know!"
Murong Fu felt a little palpitated and at the same time he also became curious about what Ding Chunqiu had just said.
Ding Chunqiu said in a trembling voice: "You...are you really not an old thief?"
Murong Fu sneered: "If I were that old thief Wu Yazi, would you still be alive today?"
Ding Chunqiu gradually recovered from his brief shock, hesitated for a moment, and then told what happened that year.
Back then, he became a disciple of his master Wu Yazi and learned a lot of advanced martial arts. However, he was greedy and always knew that his master also had the most powerful martial arts called Beiming Shengong. Because his senior brother Su Xinghe was obsessed with the side sect, I am really not good at martial arts.
Therefore, Ding Chunqiu has been asking his master Wu Yazi to learn this magical skill, but Wu Yazi always refused him because of his lack of character.
Ding Chunqiu felt resentful about this, so he figured out a set of methods to transform his martial arts. Unexpectedly, when Wu Yazi saw it, he became furious, scolded him, and even threatened to destroy his martial arts.
Just when Ding Chunqiu argued with him and even started to fight, Wu Yazi suddenly and fiercely grabbed his hand on the top of his head. At that moment, Ding Chunqiu felt that his soul was about to drift away. After leaving the body, his black hair turned white in an instant. If his uncle Li Qiushui hadn't taken action in time and knocked Wu Yazi off the cliff, his life would have been decided there.
As for why his uncle Li Qiu Shui wanted to save him, Ding Chunqiu didn't know at first until Li Qiu Shui brought a baby girl for him to raise.
Because Ding Chunqiu was grateful for Li Qiushui's life-saving grace and feared her martial arts, he raised the girl until she was sixteen years old. After sending her to a family named Wang in Gusu, he went to the Western Regions to found the Xingxiu Sect.
In this way, it can be regarded as repaying Li Qiushui's life-saving grace.
Murong Fu looked at Ding Chunqiu's white hair and thought that even ninety-year-old Wu Yazi had black hair, and Su Xinghe was much older than Ding Chunqiu, but his hair was not that pale. , it turned out to be the same as his own encounter.
However, compared to Wu Yazi's desire to seize his own body, what he used on Ding Chunqiu may be similar to the magical power of swallowing souls and longevity. After all, Wu Yazi was only over fifty years old at that time. Before reaching completion, he went to seize Ding Chunqiu, who was only half his size.
As for why Ding Chunqiu is not allowed to practice the Poison Kung Fu, Murong Fu guessed that perhaps Wu Yazi also regarded Ding Chunqiu as a target of seizing his body, so he did not want to end up with a poisonous body after seizing his body. Look like a ghost!
After figuring out the key, Murong Fu suddenly sympathized with Ding Chunqiu.
