Zhao Min and Yun Luo glared at each other, neither willing to back down.

Seeing this, Murong Fu smiled slightly, put his arms around them, placed his hands on their waists, and said with amusement, "I'm punishing you to sleep together tonight."

"snort!"

The two women gave a haughty snort, but their cheeks were slightly flushed.

...

Wanning Temple.

From afar, one could see that the area was heavily guarded, with cavalry patrolling and soldiers training inside.

Zhao Min quickly said, "Husband, please don't rush to do it. Leave it to me and my brother."

Murong Fu nodded: "I'll give you fifteen minutes."

Zhao Min was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly called Wang Baobao to join her as they entered Wanning Temple.

Less than fifteen minutes.

They then led a troop of Yuan soldiers, escorting the people from the five major factions out.

These people were all wearing heavy handcuffs and shackles.

Several high-ranking officials, in particular, were pale and had injuries on their bodies, clearly indicating that they had been subjected to severe torture to extract confessions.

"Young Master Murong? You've come to rescue us?"

Song Qingshu was somewhat excited.

"Bah! I think he's colluding with the Yuan Dynasty Tartars to frame us!"

Kongtong Sect's Zong Weixia launched into a tirade of curses.

Snap!

Extinction slapped Zong Weixia across the face.

"Whoever dares to disrespect my husband again, don't blame my Heavenly Sword for being blind!"

The Abbess Miejue's icy voice sent chills down everyone's spines, and they dared not utter another word.

Zong Weixia's mouth was bleeding, several teeth were missing, and his cheeks were burning with pain, but he could only stare blankly and dared not speak again.

Simply because.

Abbess Miejue really does kill people.

Abbot Kong Wen of Shaolin Temple said earnestly, "Amitabha! Thank you, Young Master Murong, for saving us from this sea of ​​suffering. We have no way to repay your life-saving grace. If you need anything, please ask, Young Master Murong."

Murong Fu looked at Kong Wen with a half-smile. Shaolin Temple was a large and powerful organization with branch temples in several states.

Although the Shaolin Temple in the Northern Song Dynasty was closed, it still existed in the Southern Song Dynasty, in Yuanzhou, and in other prefectures.

Kong Wen touched his nose somewhat guiltily, wondering if he had said something wrong.

For a moment, he dared not speak again.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Since Master Kongwen has said so, then I will make a few requests."

The Shaolin monks and others all perked up their ears.

Murong Fu said, "Hand over the Marrow Cleansing Classic, and you Shaolin people may leave."

Murong Fu obtained the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) at the Shaolin Temple in the Northern Song Dynasty, but he did not yet have the Xi Sui Jing (Marrow Cleansing Classic).

The different branches of Shaolin Temple master slightly different martial arts techniques.

"What?!"

Everyone was stunned.

As is well known, Shaolin Temple has two great martial arts: the Yi Jin Jing and the Xi Sui Jing, both of which are supreme mental techniques left by Bodhidharma.

"Young Master Murong, you..."

Kong Wen said blankly.

Before he could finish speaking, Murong Fu interrupted, "It seems Master Kongwen has chosen death. I will grant your wish."

"no!"

Kong Wen panicked and immediately said, "I mean, I'll copy it for you right now."

"I see. I misunderstood you, Master."

Murong Fu chuckled and patted Kong Wen's bald head.

Kong Wen's old face wore a smile that was more like a grimace. He had lived most of his life and no one had ever dared to touch his bald head like that. It was an utter disgrace!

But he could only endure it.

Murong Fu continued looking at the others: "You are all the same, either hand over your sect's secret techniques or die."

"I am very democratic and never force anyone to do anything against their will. You have the opportunity to make your own choices."

Murong Fu finished speaking with a smile.

Everyone's faces fell, and they all looked mournful.

"snort!"

Princess Yunluo snorted coldly, "My husband has already done more than enough by sparing your lives. It's just a mere martial arts manual; you should be secretly happy about it!"

The people from the five major sects felt as if they had eaten shit; in the eyes of many of them, martial arts manuals were more important than their lives.

But if it's your own fate, then you should give in.

"Report!"

Suddenly, a scout came to report: "Your Highness, Princess, General Jebe has arrived!"

"General Jebe? What brings him here?"

Zhao Min was stunned.

Wang Baobao shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

Murong Fu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Zhebie? Is he a friend of the great hero Guo Jing?"

Zhao Min nodded and replied, "There are indeed rumors that General Zhebie was a close friend of the great hero Guo Jing when he was young."

As they were talking.

Jebe led over a thousand cavalrymen to approach.

"Wang Baobao, you've done a great job. If these martial arts practitioners can be used by our Yuan court, they will be incredibly effective." Zhebie said with satisfaction, seeing that the members of the five major sects were all wearing shackles.

"The Southern Song Dynasty's Xiangyang City has been unable to be captured for a long time because of the obstruction of many martial arts masters. This time, we must take Xiangyang!"

"General Jebe, I..."

Wang Baobao smiled wryly, wanting to explain.

But before he could finish speaking, Zhebie noticed the women of the Emei Sect, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Send these nuns to my tent, I will interrogate them myself!"

"Those Tartars are arrogant!"

Abbess Miejue drew her sword in anger.

The sword's aura was fierce, slicing Jebe's horse in two.

"Ah, this..."

Wang Baobao's face was splattered with blood, and he could only manage a bitter smile.

"How dare you! You dare to assassinate the general! You will be killed without mercy!"

The accompanying cavalrymen were stunned and quickly drew their bows and shot arrows.

Countless arrows pierced the air.

only.

The dense volley of arrows seemed to freeze in mid-air.

"This is... the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth?"

"No! It's the shifting of stars and constellations!"

Some discerning individuals recognized the martial arts skills involved.

Countless arrows returned.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

All the cavalry were wiped out, riddled with holes.

Glug—

Someone swallowed, and the sound was particularly noticeable.

Suddenly, the martial arts masters felt that the "Shifting Stars" technique seemed to be even stronger than the Ming Cult's ultimate technique, the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth."

After all, the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth only transfers the attack.

However, the shifting of stars and the changing of the seasons can turn the tables on the enemy!