Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

The war between Yuan and Ming Dynasty affected all directions.

Ling Luoshi paid attention to the changes on the battlefield all the time.

Seeing that the Yuan army had the upper hand but still failed to capture Jinan City, he murmured:

"Something's wrong, the Yuan army's battle is not going right.

Mr. Li, Ling Luoshi's subordinate, asked puzzledly: "What's wrong?"

Ling Luoshi said in a deep voice: "Have you noticed that the Yuan army always seems to be at odds with the Ming army?"

"It doesn't look like we are attacking the city at all, but rather training our troops?"

Mr. Li hesitated for a while and said, "Could it be that the Yuan army deliberately lured the Ming army to support?"

"Their real target is actually the other party?"

Ling Luoshi nodded, deeply agreeing with Mr. Li's words.

"Yes, it's 80% as you said. They are putting pressure on the Ming army to send troops and horses for support."

Lord Li asked: "General, shall we attack?"

Ling Luoshi shook his head, the soldiers and horses in his hands were his lifeblood.

He didn't want to give these lifeblood to the Yuan army without knowing anything. When he was about to refute, the soldiers outside the tent suddenly shouted:

"Report to the general, there is movement in the Yuan army."

"Is there any movement again?" Ling Luoshi was a little "wondered". The Yuan army rested for three days.

What are you planning to do this time? Asked: "How many people did the Yuan army send this time?"

The soldier replied: "About 120,000 people."

"What? 120,000?" Ling Luoshi was startled and said, "Is this a general attack?"

Mr. Li said excitedly: "General, shall we attack?"

Ling Luoshi looked excited and said with a smile:

"Of course I will attack. Tell everyone that the army is ready and ready to attack with me at any time to kill the Yuan army."

The soldier yelled: "Yes!"

When the generals in Jinan City saw the Yuan army attacking the city with great force, they felt a chill in their hearts.

He sighed heavily: "Oh, why haven't the reinforcements come yet?"

"Is God going to destroy our city of Jinan?"

"General, let's withdraw!" the deputy general beside him suggested.

The general shook his head and said: "Wrapped in horse leather and killed on the battlefield, this is the supreme honor of a soldier."

"It's worth it for me, Li Guangzu, to die in battle like this!"

The deputy general wanted to persuade him again, but was stopped by Li Guangzu, saying:

"Pass it on and defend Jinan City to the death."

The deputy general gritted his teeth and said gratefully:

"Thank you, General, for not killing me. I will go now."

At the foot of Jinan City, the fighting started again and the sound of killing was loud.

The fight lasted from day to night, leaving corpses everywhere, just as darkness enveloped the battlefield.

In the Yuan Army camp, 50,000 Yuan troops quietly left the camp and left in the opposite direction of Jinan City.

"Haha, these idiots thought we were attacking Jinan City, but in fact our real target is Song Capital."

Huanwen rode on the horse with one little foot bare and couldn't help but mocked.

Zhao Min smiled, unable to hide the admiration on his face: "I can't believe that my father is so powerful that he actually thought of this clever plan."

Wang Baobao, also known as Kuokou Timur, shook his head and said:

"This matter is not due to my father alone. Emperor Yuan is the real driving force behind the scenes."

"Brother, where is the Eighth Kingdom Master? Why hasn't he come yet?" Zhao Min asked curiously.

Wang Baobao chuckled and said, "It's not that he didn't come but that he arrived early."

Zhao Min's beautiful eyes flashed and she immediately guessed the meaning of the other party's words:

"Brother, you mean that the Eight Kingdoms Master is in the capital of Song Dynasty?"

Wang Baobao nodded: "Yes, he set off from the waterway and should be in the capital of Song Dynasty now."

"That's it." Zhao Min suddenly said.

Huanwan asked curiously: "Isn't the Eighth Master just one person?"

"It seems, I heard that he came with one of his apprentices." Wang Baobao said casually.

When Huanhua heard this, her eyes widened, but she soon relaxed and secretly rejoiced:

"Fortunately, that mortal enemy is not in Songdu, otherwise he would be in trouble this time."

…

Inside Wanma camp.

Murong Fu was practicing when suddenly, a strange force woke him up.

It made his heart tremble, and he woke up directly from Zhou Tian.

"Strange, this energy? Why does it feel so familiar?"

"I miss you and resent you, but you also seem to have a kind of love?"

Murong Fu shook his head and was about to enter Zhou Tianshi again.

The energy from before appeared in his mind again and interrupted him.

But this time, he can already know who the source of this energy is.

"Why is she here?"

"Amitabha, I didn't expect you to be hiding in this tent."

Just when Murong Fu was wondering, an old monk suddenly appeared in front of him.

However, at first glance, he was wearing clothes native to the Central Plains, but a Tibetan lama.

"Who are you?" Murong Fu frowned and felt a chill on his back.

The lama in front of him could appear within ten feet of him silently.

At least it means that the other party is at the peak of the Grand Master's realm, and it is easy to kill him.

"Amitabha, the old monk's name is Bashiba."

Murong Fu was extremely shocked and asked himself: "Ba Shiba, the first national master of the Yuan Dynasty?"

"Amitabha, I didn't expect the donor to know the old monk." Eighth Master Ba nodded.

Murong Fu felt overwhelmed at this time. The strength of the Eight Masters was enough to reach the top ten in the entire Yuan Dynasty.

It has even surpassed the realm of the Grand Master and reached the unity of heaven and man mentioned by Zhang Sanfeng.

"The name of the master is deafening, how dare I not recognize this junior." Murong Fu stood up quickly and saluted.

Ba Shiba smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you."

"Many...thank you." Murong Fu didn't expect the old monk to be so direct.

But, the behavior of an expert is unpredictable.

He said that if he doesn't kill himself, then he must not kill himself. He couldn't help but feel relieved. After calming down for a while, he asked:

"Master, you are not here to kill me, so what is your purpose?"

"Amitabha, you have a bad relationship with your disciple, and it should be settled today."

"Your disciple is... Wu Xiang?" Murong Fu asked.

"Exactly, I will take you to see her now." Eighth Master Ba said calmly.

Then, Murong Fu felt that he was wrapped in a strange energy.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into his own tent.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a beautiful woman standing in front of him. She was dressed in white and had a face that was peerless, like a fairy on earth.

"Wuxiang..."

Wuxiang Bodhisattva looked at Murong Fu with a calm expression, as if he were a stranger.

The two looked at each other and stood quietly for a few breaths.

Then, Wuxiang Bodhisattva said, "I'm here to kill you."

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, with a big speechless look on his face.

If your master doesn't come to kill me, if you come to kill me, aren't you, master and disciple, joking? Puzzled:

"You are no match for me, how can you kill me?"

Wuxiang Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and said calmly: "After returning to the sect, Master passed me three relics."

“I’ve reached a point where I can just think about whatever I want.”

"It's easy to kill you."