Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Master, the emperor's son has been arranged to go to Yayuan. Do you have anything else to explain?" After Bao BuTong arranged for Zhao Chen, he came to Murong Fu and asked.

"Very good, where are the others?" Murong Fu asked, "Where are the arrangements?"

Bao BuTong replied truthfully: "Everyone else will be arranged to live outside the house in Yayuan."

"I know, let him take it there first." Murong Fu waved his hand and asked Bao BuTong to leave.

Bao BuTong turned around and left, then suddenly stopped and said, "By the way, Master, the woman accompanying the little emperor, Zhao Shirong, said she wanted to see you alone."

"Zhao Shirong?" Murong Fu thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Forget it, she only wanted me to send troops to help Li Chenzhou."

"With the current speed of Qing's advance, I don't want to take action yet."

"Your Majesty..." Bao BuTong hesitated for a moment and said, "Many people have died. If things continue like this, at most half of the population of our world will be left."

"Can you..."

Murong Fu said in silence, "When did Brother Bao San become so coquettish?"

Bao BuTong smiled awkwardly: "I'm not afraid of Young Master, are you unhappy?"

Murong Fu did not answer Bao BuTong, but instead picked up a book, glanced at it, and slowly said:

"Draw a fiefdom for those who flee."

"Understood." Bao BuTong bowed his hands to Murong Fu and turned away.

…

"Murong Fu doesn't want to see me, this is really troublesome." Zhao Shirong felt a little depressed when he heard Bao BuTong's reply.

If Murong Fu refused to see her.

Then Li Chenzhou's life, I'm afraid...

"Madam, even if Murong Fu refuses to take action, with the old gang leader's invincible strength, he will definitely be able to rescue him from the hands of the Qing Dynasty."

"White Phoenix" Mo Yanxia comforted her.

"Yes, ma'am, don't be anxious."

"Red Phoenix" Song Mingzhu also followed suit.

"I know!" Zhao Shirong said nothing more, secretly feeling anxious.

…

"Your Majesty, we have surrendered..." Mi Cangqiong looked at the dark clouds gradually approaching in the sky.

Feeling unwilling.

He served the Song Dynasty for forty years.

Now, it's just gone.

I am ashamed of my late emperor, and even more ashamed of my ancestors!

"Haha, yes, we surrendered!"

Zhao Gou sighed and slumped feebly on his dragon chair made of top-quality huanghuali.

"I am guilty. I am a sinner of the Song Dynasty."

"Order, let the people go to King Yan's territory!"

"Go as far as you can."

Mi Cangqiong looked at Zhao Gou and cupped his hands.

This is probably the emperor who has been in power for less than three years.

The only right thing to do.

In today's world, only the "King of Yan" Murong Fu can resist the Qing Dynasty.

only…

He didn't want to take action.

"You...let's go!"

Zhao Gou looked at Mi Cangqiong.

He surrendered, but not just to survive.

But, I really don’t want the soldiers to say anything in vain.

The Qing cavalry were so fierce!

The Song Dynasty has always valued culture over military affairs and was unable to resist.

"Your Majesty, take care of it." Mi Cangqiong saw Zhao Gou's determination to die and did not dissuade him too much.

In this world, ministers can surrender to the emperor but cannot surrender.

Both parties say goodbye.

Cherish each.

The Qing Dynasty was like a terrifying plague, permeating the original world.

All living beings don’t want to become that terrifying monster, but they can’t stop the evil energy.

For a time, the incense in the temple became strong.

Whether they are high-ranking officials or ordinary people.

They all knelt in front of the Buddha statue, kowtowed, and begged the Buddha for his blessing.

"Idiots, what's the use of praying to Buddha? Why don't you go and pray to King Yan."

"In our world, he is the only one who can stop the Qing Dynasty."

I don't know who roared, awakening the people who were already like walking zombies, with the hope of living.

…

In front of Shaoshi Mountain, a black cloud came slowly and purposefully, like a mountain of corpses weighing down the young monks, each of them feeling tight in their chests.

"Is it going to rain?"

"I need to quickly put away my ancestor's clothes."

A little monk touched his shiny bald head, looked at the sky, turned around and walked quickly outside the courtyard.

"Creak..."

The door to the Sutra Pavilion slowly opened.

An old monk with compassionate eyes came out with a smile and said to the young monk:

"Kong Ming, go and ring the karma bell."

"Oh, disciple, let's go now." Kong Ming subconsciously turned around and left, but before he could take two steps, he froze there again.

Looking back at the sweeping monk, his face was full of confusion:

"Ancestor, did you say something wrong? Did you ask your disciple to ring the karma bell?"

"That's right." The sweeping monk looked at Kong Ming and smiled slightly: "Our Shaolin Temple has been established for thousands of years, and now it has reached the point of life and death."

"Of course I have to ring the karma bell."

"Disciple, go now."

Kong Ming followed the gaze of the sweeping monk and looked at the depressing black clouds in Tian's mouth, realizing that something was wrong.

He quickly gave a salute.

Run towards the direction of the Karma Bell.

"Dang~dang~dang~"

A moment later, the [Karma Bell] that had stood in the Shaolin Temple for 500 years sounded a deep, heavy sound again.

Suddenly, the entire Shaolin Temple monks froze on the spot.

There was a hint of confusion in each of their eyes.

"The karma bell rings, Shaolin is dead!"

"Amitabha, it seems that a big enemy is coming."

The divine monks in the Shaolin Temple were all shocked and opened their doors one after another and looked in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion.

Xuanci and others used Qinggong and appeared in front of the sweeping monk, clasping their hands together and chanting the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha, ancestor, is there a strong enemy coming?"

The sweeping monk looked at the monks with lowered eyebrows and lowered his eyes:

"The devil has arrived. Xuanci passed on my decree and led the disciples of the Eighteenth Chamber of Shaolin to immediately move to King Yan's territory."

"Huo Gong Tutuo came from Shaolin. Murong Fu will not ignore death."

Xuanci and other monks were shocked and asked noncommittally: "Ancestor, has it really come to this?"

"Go ahead."

The sweeping monk did not explain too much, but took one step and disappeared in an instant.

"this…"

Monks, you look at me, I look at you, and finally your eyes rest on Xuanci.

"Listen to the ancestor's decree, gather the disciples of the Eighteenth House, and quickly evacuate to Gusu with the scriptures."

"Obey the order!" The monks shouted and conveyed the order to the disciples.

Following this, the entire Shaolin Temple became busy.

"Abbott, I'm waiting. I don't want to leave."

Kong Jian waited for the sacred monk to walk towards Xuanci, already making plans to live or die with the Shaolin Temple.

Xuanci looked at Kongjian and then at Duhe, Dujie, and Dunan, his eyes showing reluctance: "Three uncles, you also want to stay?"

Du'e clasped his hands together and said, neither sad nor happy: "Shaolin is the place where we were born, and it is naturally the place where we will return."

"Life or death is determined by fate, you don't need to worry about it."

"Just remember, don't interrupt the inheritance of Shaolin Temple."

"Amitabha, my nephew understands." Xuanci suppressed the sadness in his heart, lowered his head and said nothing, reciting Buddhist scriptures and couldn't bear to see the other person's leaving back.

"Amitabha, Shaolin...it depends on you!" The people who have overcome disasters, overcome tribulations, overcome difficulties, empty seeing, empty hearing, empty wisdom, and emptiness walked away calmly and disappeared.