At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.
The Mongol army and the Quanzhen sect were locked in a fierce battle.
Guo Jing charged through the army like a war god, sending rows of Mongol soldiers flying.
The Seven Masters of Quanzhen formed the Big Dipper Formation, which, like a dragon wagging its tail, blocked the Mongol army.
Although the two sides fought, they were relatively restrained, and there were no deaths.
"Hand over Prince Hordu and Lord Darba, or you will all die!"
The Mongolian officer shouted menacingly.
Guo Jing said in a deep voice, "I have said it many times, Huo Du is not in our hands!"
"Stubborn fool! Fire your arrows at me!"
The officer's face darkened, and he issued a military order.
Archers stepped forward in unison, unleashing a hail of arrows that instantly claimed the lives of many Taoist priests.
"This is outrageous! Senior Brother, I think the Mongol Tartars aren't looking for anyone at all; they've come to destroy our Quanzhen Sect!" Sun Bu'er said through gritted teeth.
"Kill!" Qiu Chuji roared, his brows furrowed in anger, and with a single sword stroke, he cut several soldiers in half at the waist.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Seeing their disciples and followers die tragically, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen finally stopped holding back. Wherever the Big Dipper Formation went, it harvested the lives of Mongol soldiers like a lawnmower.
"Launch a rocket!"
Seeing this, the officer issued another military order.
The archers lit the oil and fired a volley.
A raging fire broke out in the mountains and spread rapidly.
Murong Fu had already left the secluded paradise and arrived at the mountainside. Standing on the treetops, he gazed at the fighting scene in the distance and couldn't help but frown:
"They have absolutely no environmental awareness. Once I unify the Nine Provinces, I will establish an ironclad rule: anyone who sets fire to a mountain will be imprisoned for life!"
(The Central Plains region of the Wu Zong world is divided into nine provinces, namely Zhongzhou, Qinzhou, Hanzhou, Suizhou, Tangzhou, Songzhou, Yuanzhou, Mingzhou, and Qingzhou.)
Songzhou was at the bottom of the Nine Provinces, and the bottom wasn't any martial arts force, but rather the Song Dynasty imperial court, notoriously weak and internally divided into the Northern Song and Southern Song.
Aggression is like fire; only a desperate fight will suffice.
Murong Fu watched for a while, then lost interest and quietly left.
They have not yet returned to the ancient tomb.
Grandma Sun came over anxiously and said, "Son-in-law, there's a fire on the mountain, and thick smoke is coming over."
Murong Fu pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go into the ancient tomb first. I have something to tell you."
Inside the tomb.
Both Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu looked at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu said with deep emotion, "There is something I have kept from you for a long time."
Li Mochou nervously gripped the hem of her clothes.
Little Dragon Girl said, "My husband doesn't need to tell us these things. As long as I know, you are my husband."
Li Mochou's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she nodded in agreement: "That's right! Husband, everyone has their own secrets, you don't need to tell us."
Murong Fu gazed at them with deep affection. With such wives, what more could a husband ask for?
Being love-struck is undesirable, but if it's your wife, then it's fine.
Grandma Sun watched in disbelief. "This is possible?"
She couldn't help but think: 'This old woman has lived for almost a hundred years and has never seen such a divine person. If Wang Chongyang had even half his abilities back then, Miss wouldn't have died with such regret...'
Murong Fu held the two women's soft hands and shook his head, saying, "Long'er, Mochou, I must confess to you that my surname is not Li, nor is my name Li Feiyu. My real name is Murong Fu..."
"An eye for an eye!"
Granny Sun exclaimed in surprise, interrupting Murong Fu.
Murong Fu frankly said, "That's right, I am the Southern Murong who uses their own methods against them. I am the head of the Murong family of Gusu. Now that Zhongnan Mountain is not peaceful, I want to take you to Yanziwu."
As he spoke, Murong Fu slightly adjusted his expression, revealing a face that exuded masculine charm.
She bears a striking resemblance to "Li Feiyu" in appearance, but their temperaments are completely different.
"Li Feiyu" exudes an air of arrogance and unbridled behavior.
Murong Fu, on the other hand, was gentle and refined, well-educated and courteous, exuding the air of a gentleman.
Little Dragon Girl's eyes were filled with Murong Fu: "No matter what your name is, you are Dragon Girl's husband."
"Me too!"
Li Mochou held Murong Fu's arm tenderly.
...
On the way down the mountain.
They encountered the defeated Quanzhen Taoist priests.
The fire spread, and thick black smoke engulfed the entire mountain range.
The Taoist priests had no time to pay attention to Murong Fu and the others; they were all busy putting out the fire.
Only one young Taoist priest turned around and stared.
His name is Zhen Zhibing.
Three years ago, on a beautiful full moon night, he secretly watched the Moon Fairy practice martial arts by the stream near the ancient tomb, as he always did.
Unexpectedly, an uninvited guest arrived and ambushed him, knocking him unconscious.
When he woke up, the two ounces of flesh between his legs had vanished.
And so his path was complete.
That fairy under the moon became the white moonlight in his memory.
I thought we would never see each other again.
I never expected to see the fairy again today.
But the fairy was holding a baby in her arms, and her face radiated maternal glow, which told everyone that she had already taken on the form of someone else.
Zhen Zhibing felt calm and had no regrets; however, it was his lost youth.
Murong Fu noticed the change in Zhen Zhibing's expression and raised an eyebrow. He had already been castrated, yet he was still acting so dramatic. Was he not castrated properly?
...
Rushing as fast as possible.
Three days later.
Suzhou City.
Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu rarely went out, and were full of curiosity about everything outside, so they couldn't help but look around.
Grandma Sun followed behind, holding Li Xin'er and Li Xun'er in her arms.
"What a pretty woman."
On the second-floor windowsill of an inn, a thin, shifty-eyed man patted his fan, his eyes gleaming.
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